"Brother Wang, this is a trick of the Ming people, and you can't go any further. More than 100 miles away, the second prince of Mongolia, Jinong, was full of anxiety, and stopped in front of the eldest prince Borot and persuaded hard.

The first battle of Dongdaying was simply devastating, and there was not even a decent resistance. However, when the final check was collected, it was found that the remaining materials of the entire Dongda Camp were only 20% at most. Others were either destroyed by fire or disappeared.

Combined with the analysis of the intelligence obtained earlier, Jinong thoroughly confirmed his own inference. After the scheme, the two of them were like old cows who were led by the nose ring, diligently worked hard for Su Mobai, and then only threw a handful of rotten grass and finished it.

If it's just a little effort, it's just the price to pay for getting back his sister Tululetu. But at present, this situation is clearly not, and the posture of the deputy envoy of the Great Ming Dynasty is simply a purposeful attempt to stir up hatred between Mongolia and the Rakshasas. This was completely inconsistent with the interests of the Mongols, and it was also contrary to the established strategy of his father, Khan Dayan Khan.

His eldest brother is full of muscles, and he is a brainless reckless man, who only cares about killing happily, and he doesn't care about any political influence at all.

If you want to say that this situation is in the past, it was what Jinong liked to see, and he would never say more, and he might even quietly push it behind his back.

But not this time, this time not only involved himself, but also because once he is so successful, it will inevitably cause huge hidden dangers to Mongolia. Then, even if he Jinong successfully inherits the sweat position in the future, he will face an extremely difficult and embarrassing rotten plate.

This is absolutely difficult for Jinong to accept. So, it was rare that this time he really spoke to Borot sincerely.

It's a pity that this painstaking effort is completely for Borot to be seen by the blind. For this second brother who is gloomy all day long, Borot doesn't like it.

A waste who has been blinded by the bullshit books of the southerners, has completely lost the bravery of his ancestors, and is completely unworthy of being a descendant of Genghis Khan.

The ancestors who swept the world in the past, Temujin, Ogedei, Torre, and Möngke, all of whom still shine with brilliant names to this day, did not succeed by relying on the Jin Ge Iron Horse? How could they indulge in the Confucianism of the Han people or something? Even if they were involved, most of them were just used to let the courtiers learn to abide by them, but for what? Without him, it was just to put a peg on them to make them easy to tame.

But he, the second brother of the king, is really stupid to read and read, and he was fascinated by that set of nonsense without knowing it, which is simply a stupid waste! It seems that it is time to bang and knock to make him understand his identity.

"Jinong, do you want to disobey my military orders? You should remember that I am the eldest son of my father Khan, the future master of Mongolia and the entire steppe. You must obey me, honor me, and my whip is what you and the bow and arrow will be! ”

Borot's wolf-like eyes stared, and his face was full of cold disdain.

Jinong's face flushed, and his chest rose and fell sharply. This reckless fool humiliates himself again and again, it's unbearable for uncles and aunts.

He wanted to pull out his knife and cut off the bastard's head on the spot, but he was still a little calm. After a few strong gasps of grievance, he finally gradually calmed down, bowed slightly and stroked his chest with his hand: "Yes, Brother Wang, I follow your will." Wherefore thy whip is the direction of my bow. ”

He bent over, his tone was flat, but the humiliation in his heart made him like an ant devouring his heart. The fist hidden in the sleeve was clenched tightly, trembling slightly and imperceptibly.

Borot's face was even more proud, he looked at him condescendingly, and snorted faintly in his nose: "Then, go and gather your tribe." We're about to set off, and this time we'll have to catch up with those Akito. No one can tease me Borot, I want them to know that they can't afford the consequences!"

He said coldly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. Although he is reckless, he is not stupid, and he can naturally think of anything that Jinong can think of. It's just that unlike Jinong, he only believes in his fists, believing that both the Rakshasas and the Ming will eventually kneel under the iron hooves of his mighty army.

Conspiracy and trickery? Hmph, in the face of absolute strength, it is just a joke! The strong man does not need to ponder the enemy's mind, and always speaks with a scimitar and a bow and arrow. This is the law of the steppe, and it is also the law of Tuluborot, the future lord of Mongolia!

With a flick of his cloak and another disdainful glance at Jinong, who was silent with his head down, Borot turned around and strode out of the tent.

From the signs pursued by the scouts, the group of Ziming, as well as many of the defeated Rakshasa soldiers, all went north.

This time, he will do his job in one battle, crushing all the lowly bugs of these two sides. He believed that as long as there was this deterrence, any Great Ming Rakshasa would tremble and surrender in front of his horse.

"Brother Wang. Just as he was imagining the prospect of victory, Jinong's voice suddenly came from behind him.

He was angry in his heart, and he didn't turn around, but stopped at his feet. This undisguised contempt made Jinong angry again.

"Brother Wang, there are still many of my younger brother's tribes that have not been able to keep up. The younger brother asked the eldest brother to spare some time, let the younger brother stay for a while, wait until all the clansmen were gathered, and then catch up with the army, and asked the eldest brother for permission. He bent down slightly, and said in a more respectful tone to the arrogant back.

Borot turned sharply, his beastly eyes fixed on Jinon. After half a sound, he snorted coldly and said abruptly: "Whatever you want, cowardly coward!"

Anyway, don't stay any longer, open the door tent and stride away. After a while, I heard the horn outside, the neighing of the horses, and the rumbling hooves gradually moving north.

Inside the big tent, Jinong slowly straightened up, staring at the direction of the tent door with red eyes and not saying a word. Only a pair of fists clenched desperately, and under the force, the whole body was trembling slightly.

"Second Prince, why? We are not afraid of battle, nor are we afraid of death, why should we bear this humiliation?" Several captains of the Jinong Department who were standing next to him had purple faces and roared in a low voice.

As Jinong's vassals, they empathized with Jinong's humiliation, and were even more angry. If it weren't for Borot, who was also the son of Dayan Khan, they would have swarmed him up and taught him how to behave in minutes.

Moreover, it is a great shame for the warriors of Mongolia to be so nakedly despised and ridiculed, and to be unabashedly called cowardly cowards! These self-proclaimed brave* are no longer bearable.

Jinong let out a long breath, and only glanced coldly at everyone's anger and did not speak. But just such a light glance suddenly made all the fierce generals feel a chill in their hearts, and their voices were quiet, and finally fell silent.

Jinong is elegant and gentle on the outside, but as his personal entourage, he knows the temperament of this master best. It's really a tooth in the stomach, a ruthless wrist, it's creepy, and it can have nightmares all month long.

"Brave lions hunt only when they are hungry, and goshawks do not hunt hares for meaningless play. Someone who rushes with a few pieces of rotten meat is the behavior of stupid hyenas. And I, we, will only be lions and goshawks, and will never be hyenas. ”

After everyone lowered their heads in fear, Jinong said in a faint cold voice. The cold gaze turned around everyone again, like a bone-chilling cold current born out of thin air.

Everyone shuddered, looked at each other, knelt down on one knee at the same time, beat their chests with their hands, and said loudly: "Follow Your Highness's orders, be a lion, a goshawk, not a hyena." ”

Jinong's expression eased slightly, his eyes moved to the door again, and he was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "Go, gather our warriors, and prepare to go." Target, to the east. ”

Everyone agreed in unison, but then they were stunned again. The goal is to the east? Where is that going? Aren't the armies all going north?

A few captains, you look at me, I look at you, I want to ask, but no one dares to speak, and I don't dare to delay the military order, so I have to move out of the door with a stomach full of doubts.

Jinong's eyes flickered, but he didn't explain another word. His subordinates must be absolutely obedient to his will, whether they understand it or not. They just need to be perfectly executed.

In this world, there are few wise and many foolish. And most of the wise people have a lot of thoughts and desires, and it is difficult to have a truly loyal person. Then he would rather use these fools more. Only in this way can we ensure that the troops under our command are like arms and fingers to the greatest extent. This is not only the inherent disadvantage of the Mongolian nation, but is it not an advantage?

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, with an indescribable bitterness and helplessness in his mouth. That stupid brother always looked down on Han books, but he didn't know how terrible and terrifying the wisdom of the Han people was. This wisdom may be brutally suppressed for a while, but it is not destined to last long. Just like a bowstring, the tighter it is pulled, the stronger the final explosive force will be.

Da Yuan's short entry into the Central Plains fully illustrates this point, but he can't see through it, and it has to be said that it is a sad and lamentable.

Another example is the situation in front of me, knowing that there is a pit in front of me, but I have to stupidly crash into it. So what if you win? Isn't it a wedding dress for someone else?

No, he Jinong would never do that kind of stupid thing. He will do the opposite and teach that Akito a profound lesson. Let him know that among the Mongols, there are also wise men.