"Great Khan."

One of Zamuhe's cronies Wanhu walked into Gulhan's golden tent and whispered to Zamuhe, who was drunk with alcohol.

"Huh? Is it Batur? Zamuhe reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes and asked in a daze, "What's the matter?" ”

"Great Khan, you can't drink anymore." Wanhu Batur said seriously: "You are like this, what should we do as slaves?" Today, two more thousand households ran to Hangou's side, and if this continues, the people who don't need to beat us will run out! ”

"Run, run, run." Zamu waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Anyway, you can't win against the Han people here, run early, and go to each other to make a living." ”

"Great Khan! We still have 100,000 iron horsemen, why are they so decadent! ”

"Hahaha, an iron knight who can't get together 10,000 sets of iron armor?" Zamuhe pointed to Batur's nose and laughed, and by the way, he lifted the ornate glass wine bottle on the small table next to him, and poured half a bottle of wine with his head high.

Batur glanced at it, it was a high-grade burning knife, and this bottle of wine in a glass vessel could be exchanged for five horses.

An indescribable nameless fire suddenly surged in Wanhu's heart, and he waved his hand desperately, flying the wine bottle in Zamuhe's hand.

With a bang, the glass wine bottle fell and shattered in the corner of Gulhan's Golden Horde, and an intoxicating mellow fragrance immediately filled the entire tent.

Several of Gulhan's guards swallowed and foamed at the same time - this wine was considered a good product, and some low-status thousands of households in the steppe may not be able to drink it.

Batur's brow furrowed.

As the Great Khan's personal guards, these guys only cared about the lost half bottle of wine, but none of them stepped forward to stop their disrespect to the Khan King!

What kind of guard is this?

However, they can't be blamed for this, who made Gulhan himself not have the slightest majesty? Does it work upwards and downwards?

"Batur, this is a high-quality five-star burnt knife, you have to accompany me." Zamuhe did not punish his subordinates for being disrespectful, and even smiled and said without caring at all: "This bottle of wine is worth five good horses......

"Great Khan, you still know that this wine is worth five horses!" Batur gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "Exchange five horses for a bottle of wine!" Is there such a reason for the Great Yuan to be invincible? If you want to drink, why can't you drink our own mare's milk? Why can't you moderate a little and drink less? Do you know how much alcohol you've drunk this year? You drank two thousand good horses! These horses are all given to Han Dog, and the cavalry of Han Dog is strengthened! ”

"Now, those Han dogs are going to kill us on the horses that the Khan gave them! They will kill our dings, and take away our women and cattle! Cheer up, Great Khan! If we don't cheer up, we're done! ”

"We're done a long time ago, Batur." Zamuhe smiled in an indifferent tone: "Do you still want to resist?" Let's not mention those poor Khalkha ghosts, can you beat the people of Korqin and Tumut? Even if you win against them, how should the Chinese army behind deal with them? I can see it, if you can't stop it, it's better to be happy. ”

"Great Khan, we can flee to the north, the northern desert, the Han people cannot maintain the army for a long time, we must withdraw our troops soon, we will come back when the time comes, first clean up the Khalkha, then clean up the traitors of Korqin and Tumut, and finally ......"

"No, in the end, I won't go to Mobei to live a hard life of eating and sleeping in the open! I don't want to satisfy my hunger with moldy yogurt and quench my thirst with snow water. Zamuhe smiled and said: "As soon as the Chinese army comes, I surrender directly with both hands, how can I, Gurhan, be more noble than the sheep minions of Korqin Tumut, Xu Shiyang will definitely not kill me, I still can't enjoy the glory and wealth ......, hahaha, in this case, why resist?" It's better to have fun than to be happy, come on, and then serve wine! Hahaha, I'll tell you Batur, this wine, it's really good......"

"Great Khan, if they all surrender, why can't we take your head and surrender?" Batur asked coldly.

"Huh? What did you say? Zamuhe's drowsy head finally cleared up a little.

However, it was too late, as a courtier, to say this, there was no turning back.

Batur suddenly drew his knife, and while several guards in the Golden Horde failed to react, he slashed at Zamuhe's neck!

The head of the last Great Khan of the Mughu, with blank and unwilling eyes, drips and rolls down on the thick woolen carpet - by the way, this carpet was also sold from China, and today's Mughal nobles, except for the body given by their parents, almost all the others come from China.

In fact, this can't be blamed for Zamuhe's reluctance to resist, given the current level of Huaxia's infiltration of Chahar, I'm afraid that resistance will really have no effect.

Merely......

"Batur! What are you doing? The guards drew their swords and stepped forward, against Wan Hu, who was quietly looking at the headless corpse of the Khan King, but they did not dare to step forward for a while.

They were completely stunned by the sudden change.

How is it that in the blink of an eye, the sweat is gone?

Batur knelt down on one knee in front of Zamuhe's corpse and said in a calm voice that everyone in the tent could hear: "Great Khan, since the Great Yuan is finished, you as the Great Khan should die with the country, so please don't be surprised to lend your head to us as slaves to make a living." ”

While the guards were still hesitating to kill the overly calm king-killer, fierce shouts of death were heard outside the Golden Horde, and a moment later, a group of heavily armed soldiers under Batur rushed into the Golden Horde.

……

"Huh? The Muguls are finished? ”

Xu Shiyang, who was preparing to sweep the north in Yanjing, was surprised to receive a gift from the Chahar people - the head of Gulhan Zamuhe!

"Yes, all the Muguls of the Chahar tribes are willing to surrender, and they have killed all the dead friends of Zamuhe."

Xu Shiyang's deputy this time, Lieutenant General Lin Chong, said excitedly:

"Your Highness, the war is over!"

The war is over before it has even been fought.

It seems that Xu Shiyang put too much pressure on the Chahar Mengwu people, and as a result, the last string was broken?

This gave Xu Shiyang the feeling that he was accumulating his strength and was about to give the enemy the last blow, and the enemy knelt down and begged for mercy when he saw his posture.

How can I evaluate it? Angry at doing useless work?

It's not like that, after all, it won, and the one who didn't die won it.

It's not a pleasure to win, but if you win, you're winning.

"Lin Chong."

"The subordinates are here."

"Send people to control all the Chahar tribes and disarm everyone."

Xu Shiyang shook his head and drove the mixed feelings out of his mind.

Now that the prey has fallen on its own, isn't it too sorry not to eat some meat?

"More than 100 military officers and all the families of Zamuhe are in centralized care. All Muguls are required not to leave the garrison without permission, including those of Korqin, Tumut and Khalkha! ”

Now that Chahar has been subdued, the next task is to prevent other Mughal tribes from taking the opportunity to encroach on Chahar and expand their own strength.