I don't know when it started, but it gradually got dark.

The last rays of sunlight pierced through the dense forest, shining on the remnants of the broken armor and wailing Korqin cavalry on the mountain road.

With the dissipation of this last ray of sunlight, a horrific corpse on the ground was forever hidden in the night.

Meng Zhe knew in his heart that although his number was only 200 people behind the Jurchen cavalry in front of him, the combat strength of the two sides was not the same.

In this battle, he can't hide and can't run away!

Meng Zhe took one last look at the direction behind him in which his father Halitu led the tribe to charge and kill, and sent a cavalryman back to report the news.

He didn't have the smile in his eyes after the victory of this ambush, but his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the more than 1,000 cavalrymen with bright yellow armor in front of him.

For him, the more brutal battle was still to come, he had no way to retreat, the distance between the two sides was a hillside, and even if he retreated, it would be too late.

"Su Wenhe, I want the descendants of the Aixin Jueluo family to remember your name forever!" Meng Zhe muttered something in his mouth, and slowly lowered the bloody scimitar.

Kurtang saw it clearly, but he did not send anyone to stop the cavalry who reported the news.

The vests of the Eight Banners are all covered with heavy armor, and at this time to chase, one is that they can't catch up with the Mongolian cavalry who are fast and fast, and the other is that it is too late.

Besides, he didn't think that these speculative cavalry would hold up until reinforcements arrived.

"Fight quickly and kill all these speculators!"

Kurtang sneered, whistled, and rushed down with the chilling tiger-headed broadsword.

Behind him, more than a thousand Jurchen cavalry of the Zhenghuang Banner rushed to kill and fought with the cavalry of the Speculators who came over.

At first, the cavalry of the speculative Hu'er was inseparable from the Jurchen cavalry of the Zhenghuang Banner because of its momentum, but soon, in a few breaths, the situation took a sharp turn.

Meng Zhe slammed his scimitar on the ground and took a rough breath.

At the same time, the cavalry of the Jurchen cavalry had been defeated and defeated without any suspense, and he looked at the clansmen who were constantly falling around him, and his heart was broken.

With the sound of hooves, Kur came to his eyes, pointed his head at his head with a tiger head knife, and without the slightest pity in his eyes, said:

"Meng Zhe, I admit it, you are a warrior."

"It's a pity that you followed the wrong person, if you follow us Dajin instead of the weak Ming dog, I believe we will become friends."

Meng Zhe laughed, coughed a few times, spit out something that seemed to be minced meat, and then said weakly:

"Immortal Heaven is waiting for me."

Hearing this, Kuhl grinned, as if to mock the immortal heavens of the Mongolian steppe for not being able to protect them.

Soon he turned his horse's head, put away the tiger's head knife, and ordered: "Cut off the heads of these speculators, and follow me back to see the Great Khan." ”

The battle, from start to finish, took place in a very short period of time.

Only a few of the Jurchen cavalry were killed and a dozen were slightly wounded, but the cavalry of the Jurchen cavalry was all routed, and most of them died tragically under their butcher's knives.

At night, the waters of the Suwen River gradually calm down and flow.

A full moon was reflected in the dark river, and the mountain people who had taken refuge in the mountains came out, and the glory flowed, and the army of Horqin had been defeated in the Suwen River.

Hearing the news, Khalitu immediately rushed to look for the battlefield, and finally saw the headless body of his son Meng Zhe, and was grief-stricken.

The cavalry who had just won the victory listened to his cry, and they all stood up and down the slope with their heads down, without the slightest joy of defeating the Korqin people.

Hundreds of cavalry from the Shohu Tribes were lying on the ground by the river, but there was not a single corpse of the Jurchen cavalry beside them.

Before retreating, Kuhl had his men collect the corpses of his own people, leaving not even the slightest bit of banner baggage.

For the Speculators, the cost of this battle is too heavy, and many of the people lying here are their relatives, friends, and brothers.

The speculator who came back to report the news was ashamed, he knelt on the ground, looked at his comrades who were in a miserable state, but suddenly drew his scimitar.

"I should have rushed back, I should have died!"

"You coward——!"

A commander with quick eyes knocked out the scimitar in the hand of the firer's cavalryman, and said loudly: "You are dead, what should you do with your wife and children who are still in the ministry?" ”

"Who will avenge the deaths of these tribesmen?"

The cavalry was stunned for a moment, and then knelt on the ground again with a pop, tears and snot flowed down together, but no one thought it was ridiculous for him to look like this.

The Liangzi of the Ministry of Speculation and Jianzhou is even a conclusion.

The commander looked at Haritu and said:

"Lord, we have no other choice, let's pay tribute to Daming, so that everyone's relatives still have a way to live, and the power of the Jianzhou people is too great."

The other commanders also felt that this was the case, and they remained silently around, waiting for Halitu's decision.

......

The brilliance is flowing, the sun is shining, the blazing sun of the Suwen River is sprinkled between the mountains and forests, and the flags and dead corpses everywhere are obviously just experiencing a big war.

In the battle of the Suwen River, in just one day, Uziyet actually won more with less, defeated the powerful Korqin Division, captured thousands of soldiers and horses, and countless armor and baggage.

Oba led hundreds of elite horsemen to flee in confusion, and disappeared.

But in this battle, the damage of the Uziyette tribes was also very heavy, just talking about the fried households, Meng Zhe, the son of Khalitu, was killed in battle, and more than 2,000 fried households spilled their blood in the mountains and forests, and the number of males was almost one-third.

The cost of the war was devastating, and neither side had good fruit to eat.

After this defeat, the strength of the Horqin tribe was greatly damaged, and its leader Oba was even spurned by everyone, afraid that he would not even be able to control the Nenjiang River Valley, and the 30,000 army also fell apart and fled in all directions.

The news of Korqin's crushing defeat on the Suwen River has not yet reached the ears of the other four coalition forces.

The victory of this battle, the Mongolian tribes who were happy to be blessed with Yuwei put up lanterns and wore red and green, and the mountain city of Zhakazhai was even more jubilant, and the mountain people also went out of the city one after another, looking for the spoils that Uqiyette and other departments could not take away.

In addition to rewarding the Fuyuwei tribes who followed Uqiyette to fight to the death in Horqin, Zaisai also specially held a banquet on the bank of the Zhuoer River to list the merits of this battle.

According to the requirements of the Zhuhuer and the lords of the various departments, Zai Sai quickly sent this list to the Ming Jingshi and submitted it to the Emperor of the Apocalypse for rewarding meritorious heroes and rewarding good generals.

......

Forbidden City, Cining Palace.

The first thing Zhu Youxiao did when he returned to Beijing after his southern tour was to go to Cining Palace to greet Concubine Liu, which was to consolidate Concubine Liu's position in the harem.

Concubine Liu's position has been consolidated, and Zhang Yan's queen seat can be secured.

Although the harem of the Ming Dynasty did not have so many intrigues compared to the braided dramas in later generations, the concubines had nothing to do, but they were not all fuel-efficient lamps.

With the emperor's return to Beijing, the forces that were ready to move from all sides were completely settled, at least on the bright side, the Jingshi returned to the way it used to be.

Late at night on the first day of returning to Beijing, it was the middle of April in the third year of the Apocalypse, and Zhu Youxiao was still in Xinuan Pavilion with him, processing chapters one after another.

As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, there is nothing to say about the degree of fatigue, and since Zhu Youxiao suppressed the cabinet and established a military machine room to strengthen centralized power, there have been more and more things.

The current military aircraft room has not yet reached the level of the military aircraft department in later generations, and with the later date, its right to overshadow the cabinet is certain.

At that time, Zhu Youxiao estimated that he would be more tired.

But there is no way, only by holding the power in your own hands can you rest assured.

After Zhu Youxiao read a note about the floods in Fujian and gave instructions for 200,000 taels of silver for disaster relief, he always felt very relieved.

After a while, Zhu Youxiao called Wang Chaofu, the steward of the Qianqing Palace, and asked him to send a secret decree, asking the local superintendent to secretly follow the progress of disaster relief.

If anyone touches the disaster relief money, they need to come back truthfully.

After doing this, Zhu Youxiao was a little relieved, almost no one of the officials at this time was not greedy, and Zhu Youxiao would not be checked one by one on weekdays.

The silver for disaster relief is the life-saving money of the homeless, this is the bottom line, and one must be caught one to let them know that it is powerful.

As soon as he put down the brush and stretched his waist, Wang Chaofu ran back.

Zhu Youxiao was a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything, Wang Chaofu's face was filled with indescribable joy, his hands trembled, and he presented a good news from afar.