Chapter 109 Colorful Hada

Ustuma held out for less than a quarter of an hour before being overwhelmed by the unspoiled cavalry, and in desperation, he could only lead his men to the west.

In this way, Ustuma's rout ran into Chaika's rebels.

Guess Ka couldn't figure out why Ustuma came over at this time, but he didn't have time to think about it at all, so he could only make people meet the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, Ustuma's men fought with Chaika's soldiers and horses, and Ustuma was eager to hammer Chaika to death.

Guess Ka, you bastard, don't you have eyes?

Ustuma wanted to lead the soldiers to retreat, but the chasing soldiers behind him were even more fierce, so he couldn't do nothing and let the people of Chaika kill him, right?

While barely holding on, he asked someone to inform Guess Card.

After getting the news, Guess Ka didn't think about it and quickly withdrew his troops, but at this time, both sides were already suffering heavy casualties.

In the face of the army of Takebuhua, Guess Ka still cared about Ustuma's life and death, and took his own people, taking advantage of the fact that Takebuhua had not yet been killed, and decisively fled to the northwest.

Guess that Ka can escape, Ustumak will not have such a good life, except for a few people who escaped from Dushan, most of them were stopped near Dushan by sand sculptures and soldiers.

After a fierce battle for an hour, Ustuma was cut off his horse with a knife, and most of the soldiers and horses under his command chose to surrender.

Ustuma was killed, and Dazhile on the other side did not please him, and encountered an infantry phalanx led by Tiemo on the banks of the Uri River.

However, Dazhile Biustuma knew the current affairs, and when he saw that the situation was not right, he decisively led his people to dismount and surrender, which saved his life.

At this point, most of the Sunit tribe had fallen into the hands of Tiemo, and only Chaika still led a few people to survive in the northwest corner of the Hanhai Grassland.

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Hanhai savannah, Mosna tooth tent.

Today, the Naiman Department is full of joy and joy. Colorful ribbons fluttered in the wind, and many Mongolian men and women sang and danced on the wide field in the distance.

On this day, almost all the main personnel of Zhang Beicheng's forces came to the Mosna tent, more than a dozen Jin merchants led by Chang Minyue and Cao Shengyu, the Mongols led by Olge, Balie, and Tuobuhua, and the rest were Zhou Dingshan, Shi Hu, Liu Guoneng, Ruan Sangou and others.

In half a year, Tiemo's efforts have finally borne fruit, and now he has become a force to be reckoned with in Zhangjiakou.

With the victory and harvest after harvest, the position of iron ink has become more and more stable. Nowadays, whether it is Zhou Dingshan or Cao Shengyu, no one doubts Tiemo's ability, and it can be said that this interest group carefully built by Tiemo has become more and more united.

Similarly, Tiemo is also glad that he made the decision in the first place. Without the help of the Chang family, the Cao family and several other Jin merchants, even if he had the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, I am afraid that he would not be able to toss such a big foundation in such a short period of time.

When he succeeded, he had to sweat for the Ming Dynasty.

I can tie Jin Shang to my station and train together, why can't Zhu Youzhen? As the emperor, Zhu Youzhen has a unique advantage, but he is too idealistic and does something to clear the eunuch party.

Today, people gather in Mosna's tent to celebrate the victory and share the fruits, which is to witness an important ceremony.

At noon, flames lit on the makeshift red platform, and for a while smoke billowed and music played, and the men and women singing and dancing became more joyful.

The old man of the Naiman tribe, Ah Kun, slowly walked up to the high platform on crutches, and when he stood in the center, the whole tribe became quiet. The music stopped abruptly, and Tiemo and Azige walked out of the tent together and walked towards the high platform.

Today, Tiemo is a little different, he wears a blue robe with Mongolian characteristics, and wears a hat on his head that represents the Mongolian nobility.

After walking on the high platform, he bowed and bent down, and Ah Kun reached out and pressed Tiemo's forehead, looked up at the sky, and prayed a few words in Mongolian.

At this time, a Mongolian girl came to Ah Kun with a hada, which was very different from ordinary hada. Hadanai silk is woven with a soft texture and is covered with five colors: blue, white, yellow, green, and red.

This type of hatha, known as the multicolored hada, is only used when it is dedicated to the gods or those close to the tribe.

Ah Kun put the soft Hada in Tiemo's neck, and then bowed slightly with his hands to the earth.

Tie Mo thanked him and turned around slowly, his heart was no longer as calm as it was on his face.

It was a simple and grand ceremony, but it represented that the Mongols recognized his identity as an iron person, and even accepted him as the golden sword and horse of the Naiman Department. From now on, I can collect the hearts of the Mongols, guide them, and use them for my use.

Raising the golden knife in his hand, in an instant, the entire Mos's tooth tent resounded one after another.

"Wolf King ......"

"Wolf King ......"

Listening to the waves of shouts, Tiemo's heart was surging.

With the support of these Mongolians, he can really get out of Zhangjiakou and fulfill his dream in this troubled world.

I'm coming to this time!

I will not let the Ming Dynasty collapse in a humble way, and I will forge a stronger future with my blood.

Amid the cheers, a heroic woman looked at the man on the high platform with complicated eyes. At this moment, not only the Mongols accepted Tiemo's identity, but also Tiemo's status of Azige.

For some reason, when I saw Azig standing tightly beside Tiemo, there was always a trace of loss in my heart.

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The war is finally over, and the victory is theirs, but there is a lot to be done.

The integration of the Naiman and Sunit divisions, the future planning of the Hanhai Prairie, and most importantly, the reorganization of the army.

It is already a bit difficult to make the Mongols become professional soldiers like the Ming Border Army, train together, eat and drink together, not to mention that there has been a hundred years of war between the Naiman Department and the Sunit Department.

In just a few days, people from different tribes got mixed together, and there were no big problems, but small problems continued.

Although these are small problems, if they are not addressed, they will become big problems sooner or later.

Moss's tooth tent, the important personnel in the army gathered, Tie Mo held the news record sent by the sand sculpture, and complained with a black face.

"It's only been a few days? See for yourselves, how many things have happened? ”

Don't blame Tiemo for being angry, the Naiman Department and the Sunit Department don't like each other, let them train together, and the conflict continues. The most hateful thing is that Olge and Tuobuhua are both calf guards.

"Quarrels, mockery, don't talk about these, for who will drink the first bowl of water first, someone can fight, and you usually lead troops like this?"

Zhou Dingshan, Liu Guoneng and others looked at their noses and noses, and they looked at their hearts, with a posture that they had nothing to do with themselves. The iron ink sprayed for a while, then turned his head and glared at Zhou Dingshan.

"Why don't you speak? Hmph, do you think this has nothing to do with you? ”

The corners of Liu Guoneng's mouth twitched, and he said with a wry smile: "Iron Garrison, this matter is all an internal matter of the Mongolian brothers, and we can't interfere with it." ”