The endless prairie, the cattle and sheep in the sky, the melodious sound of the horse harp resounded through the world, a dozen yurts in the distance were rising with smoke, young men were riding horses and waving whips to drive the sheep, and the virtuous wife had already prepared a sumptuous dinner. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a paradise for the Horqin people, who thrived here hundreds of years ago. And now they are still enjoying the rewards of immortality here.

At some point, a group of cavalry appeared on the hillside in the distance, and the man in the lead raised his scimitar, "Warriors of the Immortal Heaven, go, there are your spoils there!"

"Kill!" Thousands of warriors wielding swords kept beating their horses, and the deafening sound of horses' hooves resounded across the land. Men who were still enjoying the warmth of family in the yurt came out of the yurt one after another.

"It's a Chahar!" shouted a Korqin man, leaning against the yurt for a moment.

The innate sense of smell of the men of Horqin made them feel the murderous intent in the air, and the low horn sound of "Woo Woo Woo Woo 、、、、、、" gradually sounded, this is the horn of the Horqin people blowing the horn of the assembly, and the silent night sky was instantly broken by this sudden horn sound. Although there were only a few dozen men in the whole tribe, they still resolutely climbed on horseback, they were the warriors of Horqin, and the warriors of Horqin would only die on horseback, and it was their responsibility to protect the women and children of the tribe.

"Come here, hide inside!" While the men of Horqin were fighting bloodily outside, the women of Horqin were hurriedly beckoning children and old people to hide in all directions, haystacks and carriages 、、、、、、

The brave Korqin people were not able to stop the Chahars, and they fell forever on the steppe they loved, and the grass was stained red with blood.

Deprived of the protection of a man, the Horqin woman became a lamb to the slaughter for a while, huddled together waiting for her due fate.

"Warriors of the Immortal Heaven, enjoy your spoils to the fullest!" The leading man put away the scimitar in his hand and threw himself towards the women huddled together, and after a while, the ** sound resounded in the night sky.

Changshan, Horqin Khanting, Man Zhu Xili is lying leisurely on his sweat seat, tasting wine and admiring the dancing of Horqin beauties, so happy.

"Great Khan, it's not good, the spies have come to report that the Chahar people have invaded the territory of our Korqin people, and they have burned and plundered all the way, and many small tribes have suffered annihilation!"

"Bastard, this big courage has bullied me!" Zhu Xi, who heard the news, fell the wine glass in his hand to the ground with great dignity.

This Manchu Zhu Xili is the nephew of the current empress Zhezhe, and also the fourth brother of the current empress Bumu Butai, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty has a very close relationship, Huang Taiji and Dolgon in order to envelop the Horqin people, specially rewarded half of the Hetao area of the Liao River to the Horqin people as their pasture, and let them graze in the closest place to Shengjing, in order to show the great trust of the Qing court in them.

The Qing court's favor for the Horqin tribe also made the Mongolian tribes red, but behind the Horqin people stood Manchurians, and the Mongolian tribes dared to be angry and did not dare to speak even if they were dissatisfied. However, for the forehead of Chahar, the Korqin people are the scum of Mongolia.

Forehead was guaranteed by Dorgon in the previous covenant, but as a member of the Golden Family, Forehead was not satisfied with just a small piece of Chahar. In his heart, he always wanted to restore the glory enjoyed by Mongolia under Genghis Khan, and this greatest enemy was the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

In a battle with the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the forehead fold knew very well that the strength of the Qing Dynasty was definitely not something that his Chahar Department could resist, and if the Qing Dynasty was still so strong, the forehead fold would be dead. However, God is joking and gave the forehead a hope, the infighting of the emperor Taiji Dolgon made the Qing Dynasty have no time to take care of the grassland, and the army of the forehead fold could not deal with the Qing Dynasty, but it was more than enough to clean up the grassland tribes that did not obey the rule of Chahar, and all the tribes that opposed the forehead fold succumbed to his force, except for only one Horqin tribe.

"What should we do?" asked Utai.

"You hurry up and take the king's order arrow to recall all the warriors of Horqin, I will make this forehead long and long-remembered!" Man Zhu Xili took out an eagle token from his chest!

"Yes!" Utai took the token and turned to leave.

"Wait, you send someone to Shengjing to tell the regent to ask him to come to help!" Man Zhu Xili thought about it again and again and decided to ask Daqing for help.

"The last general obeys the order!" Utai ordered to hurry out of the account and get busy!

Changshan, less than fifty miles away, the 200,000 army of the forehead has been assembled, this time the forehead has mobilized almost all the forces that can be mobilized, because he understands that this is a decisive battle related to the status of the master of the grassland, defeat, the glory of their golden family will shine again on the entire grassland, if it fails, then the golden family will only decline even more.

"Great Khan! In front of us is the royal court of Horqin, according to the spies, there are less than 10,000 troops guarding the royal court now, will we attack immediately?" said the captain of the guard, who had just returned from probing the military situation, put one hand on his chest and said!

He slowly pulled out his waist knife, raised it above his head, and shouted loudly with his empty finger forward, "Warriors of the Immortal Heaven, use the scimitars in your hands to teach those Horqin people who don't know the height of the sky! Let them understand who is the real master of this grassland!"

The forehead folded and kicked the horse's belly hard, and the horse galloped. The 200,000 horsemen behind him also rode forward, brandishing scimitars and charging at the Khan's court in Korqin.

At this time, Manzhu Xili had also assembled all the guards of the royal court and the herdsmen who came from all over the world, and there were only 10,000 horsemen, although the herdsmen who came were still increasing, but compared with the Chahar people, the difference in strength was too great.

"Warriors!" Man Zhu Xili drew his sword, "This is the territory of our Korqin people, no matter who dares to invade our territory, we will definitely make him pay a terrible price!"

"Kill, kill, kill!" the cavalry of Korqin shouted slogans with their scimitars held high.

Dozens of Horqin people are fiddling with the only red-clothed cannons in the Khan's court in a corner, this cannon is still a dowry gift from Taizong of the Qing Dynasty to the Horqin people at that time, the red-clothed cannons are bulky and inconvenient to carry, and they are not suitable for the Horqin people on horseback at all.