Chapter 1690: Revenge With Batu Munch's call, a burly man came out of the crowd and bowed to the ground with a cold expression: "Great Khan." ” Batu Munk glanced at everyone with deep eyes, and then said to Arutu in a deep voice: "From now on, you protect me, everyone, no matter who he is, if you dare to have a different heart, kill him immediately." ” "Yes."
Arutu did not hesitate to respond.
This Arutu is the leader of the Golden Horde of Batumunk, and is now the first warrior of the Tatar tribe, and has always been loyal to Batumunk.
Batu Munch said, he was extremely tired, so he said: "Tuoba, you go, if you don't dare to pick up the sword and your bow and arrow to duel with the Han people, then with your sincerity, I will wait here for Qiqige, wait for Qiqige to come" As he spoke, he had closed his eyes, his face was still painful, it was not easy to make this determination, but once he had made his mind, he would never change.
The others looked at Batumunk in silence, some sighed, some were not angry.
Arutu looked at everyone murderously, and Batu Munch's ability to restrain his subordinates came from the loyalty of the Golden Horde.
The Golden Horde was a hand-picked warrior of the various tribes, numbering in the thousands, enough to be ten in one, and when the people came into contact with Arutu's horrible gaze, they did not dare to say anything more, and they took their leave.
When everyone was gone, Batumunk opened his eyes again, he looked at the dome of the Golden Horde, and suddenly felt a sense of heroic twilight, he knew very well that what he had done was the most correct choice, and at this time there was no one who could save the Tatars except Kikige.
Qiqige is his daughter, in any case, at least to ensure the rule of the Golden Family over the Tatars, and Qiqige is Ye Chunqiu's woman, in a sense, it is just to accept Ye Chunqiu's rule in disguise, although it is a snort, but it is also better than the end of the Xiongnu and the Turks.
Since he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to defeat the Han army, rather than waiting for a tragic demise, it was better to survive in humiliation, so that the Tatars could still have a chance to continue.
He even knew that at this time, many Tatars had regarded him as a coward in their hearts, because people were not willing to cry until the last moment, and now they felt that they could still flee to the depths of the desert, but they did not imagine where they would flee when the Han people went deep into the desert in a few years There is no choice, for Batumunk, he just made a choice earlier, so as to avoid more sacrifices, as for the merits and demerits of others, then, let them say.
Lying here, Batu Munk felt the passage of life, he suddenly realized that he was really old, and after this big defeat, this feeling was even more obvious, he knew that he was dying, and he had a firm thought in his heart, he must hold on, no matter what, he must hold on, wait for Kikige to come This daughter, of course, was once the pearl of his palm, but an ambitious person like Batumunk, with countless children, may not really regard her as his heart, but now, he knows that Kikige is his only hope.
After seeing off the sons of the Great Khan, Arutu silently lifted the curtain, walked in, and stood quietly on the side of Batu Munk's bed.
He pressed the knife with a blank expression.
Batumunk said with difficulty: "Has Tuoba set off?"
"Great Khan, Jinong is ready to go."
Batumunk sighed faintly, but was choked up.
In Qinglong, it was still a mess, and suddenly such a huge change happened that everyone began to be confused.
The entire Qinglong was shrouded in a wail, and almost all of them had lifeless faces, losing the new army and losing the Zhenguo Gong, which was tantamount to sentencing everyone to death, and no one knew what they might face next.
But the Son of Heaven is in charge, and he seems to intend to fight in Qinglong, which finally gives people some hope.
When today's son is by no means an ordinary king, he is very familiar with many shepherds, after learning that the Son of Heaven has recruited troops and horses, many herdsmen have come to roar, Zhu Houzhao also gathered his old brothers, began to formulate a plan for a decisive battle.
In a way, the shepherds were courageous, they had to defend their pastures, and they had also experienced conflicts with the Tatars, although they knew that this time, the Tatars were hundreds of thousands, and they were obscured by the clouds, but they still did not want to give up.
Zhu Houzhao gave them confidence, because since the Son of Heaven was here, then a steady stream of troops in the Guannai would also come here to help, so that after experiencing the initial panic, the entire Qinglong began to become the same enemy again.
Avenging the town and the country, it is already up to the monarch and ministers, down to the ordinary herdsmen are not just a reason for the slogan, tens of thousands of herdsmen have gathered together, and the reinforcements from Shanhaiguan are about to arrive.
This is the decisive battle Zhu Houzhao has been blaming himself for the past few days, but he has also cheered up, he has to fight to the death, thinking in his heart that even if they gamble all their capital, they will fight to avenge his good brother with their last breath.
He collected maps everywhere like crazy, wrote and drew on them like crazy, and worked out all kinds of possible tactics.
Fortunately, there are still more than 2,000 new troops here in Qinglong, and the fortifications are also ready-made, so the only way is to let the new army block it head-on, and the cavalry on both wings will attack their flanks.
When he looked at the map, his eyes always fell to the position of the town entrance unconsciously, and then, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist.
At the beginning, it was two people staring at this map, there were quarrels and laughter, but now, he is the only one left, no one dares to boldly point out his mistakes, and no one dares to quarrel with him because of his insistence on his own opinions, and now, all the responsibility is on Zhu Houzhao's shoulders.
Zhu Houzhao's eyes were already red, this upcoming war, in fact, his confidence was not enough, although he usually always looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world, but no one knew better than Zhu Houzhao hundreds of thousands of Tatar iron horses, what that meant.
This is almost a nightmare existence, sometimes in the middle of the night, he actually found that he was unconsciously wet with cold sweat, there is an inexplicable fear, and this fear, increasingly approaching, if according to Liu Jin and Li Dongyang said, the Tatars should have finished recuperating at this time, and pounced on this green dragon. aa2705221: