The Chahar tribe, who were in the excitement, welcomed back their king less than three days ago, and before the joy had passed, they found that something was wrong with the situation.

The first is that Jin Liangyu, the god of wealth they took in and rescued, is not as rich as they imagined, and the second is that the Han army, which had just fought with the Manchu Qing for four years, was so irritable that they would have to leave the customs if they didn't agree.

In the past, it was always his own side that entered the customs to fight Qiugu, and when the fight was fierce, only the Han army came to counterattack once, but this time it was for a fugitive, and the war was undeclared.

Inside a low yurt, Gu Liangyu was covered in blood and huddled with his family.

Several Mongols were rummaging through the large boxes they had brought, and there was nothing in them except some silk clothes.

There were a few blood blisters on Jian Liangyu's mouth, and he endured the pain and said in Mongolian: "It's really gone, and the money I brought out is handed over to you." "These Jin merchants have been drinking the Mongols for a long time to trade arms, and they know a little about Mongolian and Manchu.

The Mongolian man was very short, but he was quite large, and he pouted and said in Chinese: "Who are you fooling?" Who doesn't know that you have a lot of money, tens of millions of taels of silver, right, you take such a little with you to escape? ”

Jian Liangyu's eyes darkened, and he was so angry that he almost turned his back on him, and said enduringly: "You also know that I escaped, this time the court is different from the past, and if you don't talk about the evidence, you will kill people directly, and Fan Yongdou has been cut into three thousand pieces of meat." ”

After hearing this, the Mongolian thought with his not very developed brain that what this Han man said was indeed reasonable. Thinking that his people risked the danger to save a poor bastard, the Mongol kicked on Jian Liangyu's stomach, and Jian Liangyu was caught off guard, covering his stomach and wailing.

Seeing this, his youngest son stood up and said angrily: "You have turned it over, why do you still beat people?" ”

Jian Liangyu's original partner gave birth to such a son, who is spoiled like a heart and liver on weekdays, as soon as she heard this, her expression changed greatly, and she hurriedly took the child in her arms, and kept begging for mercy: "The child has no mouth, and the Mongolian grandfather has a lot, don't be like him." ”

The low Mongolian fat man, the only Mongolian who could speak Chinese, walked up to Mrs. Jian with a cruel smile and pulled out Jian Liangyu's youngest son.

Mrs. Detention was so frightened that she begged for mercy loudly, and pounced on her to take back her child, but the Mongolian fat man kicked her to the ground, and he kicked her very hard, just kicking Mrs. Detention in the heart, this was the daughter of the Fan family and now Mrs. Detention is now unable to live.

A Mongolian man next to him suddenly said angrily: "Zale, what are you doing, you said that this woman gave it to me." ”

The Mongolian grabbed the little child who was trembling with fear from the sudden death of his mother, and laughed cruelly: "I just kicked it, who knew that she couldn't help beating so much, while it was still hot, why don't you hurry up and enjoy it, what are you howling with me?" ”

Hu people are evil, and animal nature accounts for at least seven points, and it turns out that it is true when I hear this...

Jian Liangyu lay on the ground, looking at the Mongols he had single-handedly funded, as if his heart had been poached. As Zalie wringed off his son's head, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Jian Liangyu and he died in the yurt.

In the big tent not far away, Ezhe, who had returned to the tribe, sat on a sheepskin-covered chair and looked at the banner owners below, the Chahar Department had a total of eight banners, and unlike the other Mongolian forty-nine banners, these eight banners had no autonomy. Because they were once the Great Khans of the Mongol tribes, they ruled the Mongols for six khanates.

"Chahar" is an ancient Turkic language, which means "Khan's palace guard", that is, the Great Khan's guards, and the Mongols in this part naturally like to cause trouble, because they feel that they are the masters of Mongolia, and they are the ones who can reproduce the glory of Mongolia in the time of Genghis Khan.

"When I come back this time, I first have to avenge my father Khan, first defeat the Han people, and then eliminate the Manchurian Jiannu." Ezhe said triumphantly.

The Mongol banner lords below looked at each other, and we tried our best to welcome back a fool as our king? The head of the Khan, Ezhe, looks very heroic, quite a bit like his father Lin Dan Khan, but how can he say it so retarded.

Ezhe watched the reaction of his subordinates, and there was a burst of contempt in his heart, after this group of cowards lost the king, they became more and more mischievous. He was imprisoned in the hinterland of the Manchu Qing Dynasty for eleven years, during which he was immersed in shame and pain, subjected to the ridicule and toying of the Manchus, and his heart was full of anger. As a captive, of course, he had not studied Wen Taowu, and he had almost forgotten the words, eleven years of captivity was enough to destroy a person, and if this person was still a teenager, it would be even more logical.

At the moment of the great enemy, the king of Khan is a fool, and the banner owners of Chahar are panicking. After Huang Taiji conquered Chahar, he named Ezhe the prince of Chahar and married his second daughter, the eldest princess of Gulun Wenzhuang, Makata, to him. It stands to reason that he shouldn't have been so unbearable, but with the death of Huang Taiji, this Chahar prince has become a complete joke. Not only did his princess wife cuckold him every day, but she also took the adulterer to his home in front of him**, seeking stimulation. The other Manchu royal families were even more jealous of his princely title and wanted to humiliate him at every turn.

Just imagine, humiliating a prince is much more rewarding than bullying ordinary people. Later, Ezhe's son rebelled, which made his status even lower, and even the subordinates in the palace had to call him back and forth, like a slave.

Ezhe continued: "I have heard in Manchuria that the Manchus and the Han have fought for so many years, and they must have lost both. Didn't you notice? Now and the original Song Jin battle, how similar is Temujin taking advantage of the situation to rise, this is the blessing of the immortal heaven, I am really the next Temujin, our Chahar, is the next Great Yuan Empire. ”

Ezhe shouted mercilessly, and the banner owners below had straight eyes, and their mouths were open, and their minds were a mess.

Finished... It's over... It's not a stupid person, it's a stupid pig.

"The Great Khan, whether Han or Manchu, is not something we can deal with now. The Han people are not the same as before, their soldiers are as brave as the warriors of Huang Taiji, their weapons can kill our soldiers and horses from a hundred meters away, and their grain is piled up as high as a mountain, we can't beat it. ”

Ezhe couldn't wait to jump up and spat this coward in the face, he was used to living a low-eyed life in Manchuria, and when he returned to Mongolia, he thought that he was the only one in the wilderness, who knew that he was refuted by his subordinates, and scolded with his fingers: "Slaughter this coward for me!" ”

He shouted as loudly as a rooster's crow, and it was the first time in more than a decade that he had spoken so loudly and unbridledly, and it was so comfortable that it was extremely comfortable.

But the scene where the warriors outside the temple in Ezhe's imagination rushed up and chopped off the coward's head did not appear, and everyone looked at him and sighed heavily.

"What do you mean? You guys... I am your king, you cannot do this, I am the king of Khan. Ezhe shouted helplessly, his skin was the same color as the roasted pigskin, and he could only rely on a loud roar to hide the panic in his heart.

Everyone withdrew from the big tent, and Ezhe watched all this, slumped on the ground, and shouted, "Come back, come back to me." ”

The banner owner who was scolded by him was his uncle, and after going out, he instructed the guards outside: "Watch him, don't let him come out and talk nonsense." ”