On the sixth day of March in the eighth year of Chongzhen, the rain gave birth to a hundred grains.

A migratory team slowly crossed the Yellow River on a pontoon bridge that took more than ten days to build, stepping on the thinning snow and looking hesitantly to the east.

When the sun set in the west, the team finally set up camp in a small valley, a white sun and moon swaying in the warm southeast wind, and in the dome yurt under the big tree, a baby's cry wandered around with the breeze.

"Bag, are we really going to return to the Dajin Kingdom?"

Inside the yurt, the young and beautiful Orzhetu asked worriedly to Namu Zhong, who was breastfeeding the baby in his arms.

Namu Zhong withdrew his gentle gaze from his arms, looked at Orzhetu, sighed, and said: "Erzhetu, without the support of men, we women can't survive in the vast steppe at all, not to mention, you and I are both the women of the Mongolian Great Khan, which tribe leader on the steppe doesn't eyed you and me?" ”

"Instead of becoming the meat on the plate that the jackals compete for, it is better to return to the Dajin Kingdom and rely on Huang Taiji, only he can let us live on the prairie, and only he can defeat the jackals on the prairie."

"But......" Orzhetu opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"If you have anything to say, just say it if you want to." Namu Zhong lowered his head again and looked at the baby in his arms tenderly.

He was the widow of Lin Dan Khan and took the name Abnay.

He was also a member of the Golden Family, a descendant of the great Genghis Khan.

Orzhetu hesitated again and again, and finally opened his mouth: "Nang, I heard that there is a great Han leader on the south side of the Qingshui River, named Qin Chuan, who not only defeated the army of the Ming Kingdom and gained a large territory, but also defeated the Huang Taiji, so that the Dajin Kingdom lost its troops and took away a large number of cattle, sheep and people. ”

"I also heard that this Han leader was preparing to lead his army north, establish his tribe in Tumut River, and conquer the Monan tribes, and many of our lost tribesmen in the Chahar tribe took refuge in him, and I heard that he was very kind to our people, not only lending cattle and sheep to graze, but also dividing the fields for them to cultivate, so that they could live a stable ......."

"That's just a rumor."

Namu interrupted Orzhetu without raising his head, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The Han people are cunning by nature, that is just their despicable means, they want to use our people to spread rumors, lure more people to submit to them, make them cattle and horses, and fight for them, when they are alive, cattle and horses are not as good, and after death, even the soul cannot return to the prairie."

Orzhetu opened his mouth again, but he couldn't say a word, only lowered his head, and his face became more and more sad.

Namu Zhong glanced up at her, and sighed helplessly: "Alas, the Han people have been enemies of our great Mongol Khanate for generations, and you and I are both women of the Mongol Khan, and we must not take refuge in the Han people." ”

"What's more, the Mongol tribes will not let the Han people set foot in the steppe, and the three Khalkha Khans in the north will unite with the Monan tribes, and even form an alliance with the Dajin State to drive the Han people out of the steppe."

"The Qin Chuan you mentioned, I've also heard of it, he is just a bandit, relying on the mountains and the steepness of the Yellow River to occupy some territory, not much different from other bandits in the Ming Dynasty."

"He can defeat the Emperor Taiji of the Dajin Kingdom, it does not mean that he can defeat the jackals of the steppe, and it does not mean that he can gain a foothold in the steppe, the Great Khan once said that no one can be invincible, not even the great Genghis Khan can do it."

"Anyone will have a time to lose the battle, whether it is the Great Khan, or Huang Taiji, or Qin Chuan."

"Our Great Khan has lost its roots, so the Chahar Department is finished, and if Qin Chuan also loses his roots, the tribe he hastily established for several years will also be wiped out."

"Huang Taiji is different, his roots are in Liaodong, in the Dajin Kingdom, even if he dies on the battlefield, his roots will not be broken, and the Dajin Kingdom quickly elected another leader to complete the unfinished business for him, just like he inherited Nurhachi's ambitions."

"As for the three Khans of Northern Khalkha...... The glorious Mongol Empire has been reduced to a scattered sand, the various tribes are constantly fighting and killing, and the three khans are no one, I am tired of this kind of life, and I just want to find a place to live a stable life. ”

"Su Tai and Ezhe want to go to the Three Great Khans, let them go, Chechen Khan Shuolei and our Great Khan are the same descendants of Dayan Khan, he will treat Sutai and Ezhe well."

Hearing this, Orzhetu was speechless, and had to look silently at the fire in front of him.

Namu Zhong gently shook the sleepy baby in her arms, and hummed melodious and slightly sad ballads on the prairie in her mouth.

The night of the prairie was quiet and bleak, the originally warm southeast wind became dry and cold, the old and young of the tribe hid in the yurts, enjoying the hard-won calm, and the young and strong people gathered around the camp in groups of three or five in their clothes, or rode horses to cruise back and forth nearby, guarding their people.

In the middle of the night, the calm of the savannah was broken by the sound of horses' hooves.

The tribesmen in the camp rushed out of their yurts like alert deer, looking in the direction of the horses' hooves with alarm and apprehension, while the young men took out their horned bows and mounted their arrows to point at the darkness.

Namu Zhong placed a heavy blanket over the young Abnei and took out a delicate scimitar from the side of the pillow before he stepped out of the yurt accompanied by Orzhetu.

"Big bag, it's Ingurt, they're back." Someone shouted near the entrance to the camp.

After a brief commotion and cheers, several men in armor walked towards Namu Zhong in the middle of the camp.

"Ingurt see the sac, may the sac be auspicious."

A stout man stepped forward quickly, clasped his hands on his chest, and bowed respectfully to Namu Zhong.

"Ingult, may the Immortal Heaven bless you."

Namu Zhong said in his mouth, but his eyes looked at the strangers behind Ingurt.

From the appearance of the other party, it can be seen that they are several Jurchens.

Ingurt, who was on the side, hurriedly introduced: "Sac, they are the people of the Fourteenth Belle of the Dajin Kingdom, and their subordinates met them near Dalat, and after learning that they were also looking for Sac, they brought them back. ”

The leaders of the Jurchens also hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, and said politely: "Dajin Guozheng White Banner Kabush Xianchao Ha Ying Deputy Commander Abalu See the Empress Dowager Deleg, the honorable Empress Dowager, the Dajin Kingdom Tiancong Khan and the Fourteen Belle Lords greet you, may you be auspicious." ”

Namu Zhong replied: "May you be auspicious, and the Immortal Heaven will bless the Tiancong Khan and the Fourteen Beylers." ”

"A few people have come from afar, please enter the account."

As she spoke, Namu Zhong led the way sideways towards the other domed yurt next to the main tent, followed by Orzhetu and several of the guards beside her.

"Thank you, Queen Mother."

The Jurchen named Abalu hurriedly followed, while Ingurt explained a few words to the people next to him, and then followed him into the yurt.

Namu Zhong's maids quickly brought hot milk tea and cheese, and a nearby fire was lit, and a large pot was set up, and the two fat lambs were chopped up and thrown into the pot.

The surrounding clansmen were reluctant to disperse for a long time, and everyone knew that their queen mother was negotiating with the Dajin Kingdom about returning to the country.

If all goes well, they will soon be able to put an end to their days of exile and starvation.

When the sky was slightly bright, the curtain of the yurt finally opened, and Abalu walked out with an excited face, and after saying goodbye to Namu Zhong and Yingult and others who were seeing them off behind him, he led the dozen or so Jurchen elite horses he brought to leave the camp and galloped towards the east.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Namu Zhong looked at the white belly of the fish in the east, and said resolutely: "Send the order to go down, immediately pull out the camp, and immediately rush to the Naturalization City." ”

"Yes."

"Bag, the elite soldiers of the Dajin Kingdom? Don't they escort the sacs? ”

Namu Zhong smiled bitterly a little helplessly: "Dolgon is going to find the Jade Seal and the Golden Buddha, as well as Genghis Khan's Nine White Silks, saying that he can't spare troops to escort us." ”

"This ......"

"Forget it, let's go to Naturalization City by ourselves, let them pull out ......"

Before Namu Zhong's words fell, a sharp scream of "ah" suddenly came from the east.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of swords clanging, shouting and killing, scolding, screaming, etc., rang out in one head, coming from the direction of departure of more than a dozen Jurchens such as Abalu.

Hearing these sounds, Namu Zhong's face changed greatly.

Those Jurchens were attacked.

"Enemy attack!"

Ingurt, who was on the side, reacted quickly, pulled out his waist scimitar with a "bang", and strode towards the direction of the camp gate.

The others reacted quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the camp was in chaos, with young men picking up bows, arrows, knives and guns, and lining up around to defend them, while old and young women and children were scurrying around.

However, the riots only lasted for a short time, and the long-term displacement and frequent attacks made the warriors of the Chahar army already become unstable and easy to deal with.

"Sac ......"

Orzhetu tried to persuade Namu Zhong to return to the camp, but after seeing the other party's expression, he withdrew his words, and then pulled out a delicate scimitar from his waist.

Namu Zhong was expressionless, only looking fixedly to the east.

The shouts of slaughter from the east lasted only a short moment, and when the last scream came to an abrupt end, the sound of horses' hooves approached the camp unhurriedly.

Soon, a flag appeared in Namu Zhong's sight, and there was a vigorous word "Qin", which was leaping in the cold wind of the early morning.