Yuan Chonghuan, who was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, simply put on his clothes and got up, ready to ask someone to get a pot of hot milk to ease his anxiety. However, as soon as he walked out of the door of the dormitory, he heard what seemed to be a great commotion in the distance, so he couldn't help but change his mouth and ask his entourage who was waiting outside, "What's the matter outside?" ”

The vigilance of this entourage is obviously not as high as Yuan Chonghuan, or it has been a comfortable life in the mainland for too long, and these relatives of his entourage don't think that it is a big deal for the master to kill a Mongolian Tartar during the day, so he replied with a big grin: "Before the lord ordered, the wine and meat in the city were distributed to reward the officers and soldiers of the city, and some people may have drunk too much, so they fought on the streets in the north of the city.

But the lord doesn't have to worry, Lord Zhou has already taken General Mo Rigen to play the pressure, Lord Zhou said that the lord has been tired in the past few days, and he has not slept for a few days, so there is no need to disturb the lord for such a trivial matter, let the lord have a good rest tonight, and deal with those Mongolian soldiers tomorrow..."

Yuan Chonghuan's sense of smell was still very sensitive, and he suddenly felt the cold hairs on the back of his head stand up, and he couldn't help but shiver, and the whole person was completely sober.

He quickly interrupted the old man's chatter and hurriedly asked, "How long have they been gone?" Who reported this street fight? What was the situation when the man came? Did you come here after drinking alcohol and wearing plain clothes, or did you come here sober in armor..."

This personal entourage was immediately stunned by Yuan Chonghuan's series of questions, and stammered and couldn't say a reason, Yuan Chonghuan, who was in a hurry, kicked him down and said, "Why don't you go and ask these things clearly, and find someone to come in and serve me to change clothes..."

Yuan Chonghuan put on his clothes under the service of his subordinates, and just now the entourage had stumbled in, and reported to him in a panic: "Oh no, no, sir, the old slave just went to ask the master about the question, but Lord Zhou's men fled into the mansion with injuries, saying that they were ambushed in the north of the city, and it should be a trap laid by the traitor of the thief, Lord Zhou, Lord Zhou asked the lord to quickly gather the generals in the city to quell this rebellion..."

Yuan Chonghuan had already calmed down at this time, he listened to the noise outside that was getting closer and closer, sighed and said: "Weizong misunderstood me, at this time, gather the generals, who else will come to obey the order?" ”

Mozhigen was Gunchuk's lieutenant and a Mongol general of non-Chahar origin. After Yuan Chonghuan settled Gunchuk, he appointed Mo Rigen as the chief general of Chahanhot. If he hadn't been taken by Zhou Wenyu, Yuan Chonghuan would still have relied on him to pacify the officers and soldiers in the city, thus quelling the rebellion.

Since no one of the Mongol officers and soldiers in the city came forward to stop him when he disposed of Gunchuk, it can be seen that everyone was still afraid of the imperial court. This also shows that these Mongol generals did not trust each other, so it was difficult to unite against the imperial court represented by Yuan Chonghuan. Therefore, although Mozhigen has less than a third of the city's reliable troops, it is enough to deal with these discerning rabble.

But when Morrigan disappeared, the situation spiraled out of control. After losing Morrigan's orders, Morrigan's subordinates will only protect themselves wisely, and will neither participate in the rebellion nor take the initiative to quell the rebellion. Their best choice is to wait until dawn to see the situation clearly, which is also human nature.

Without the assistance of Mo Rigen's subordinates, how could Yuan Chonghuan's manpower be able to stop these chaotic soldiers. The noise outside began to become a little clearer, Yuan Chonghuan tried to distinguish it, and finally heard a few words clearly, "Catch Yuan thief and avenge Gunchuktaiji..."

These shouts were gradually spreading to the whole city with the sound of fighting, Yuan Chonghuan was silent for a moment, then took off the official uniform he had just put on and said: "Go and find me a set of ordinary soldiers' clothing, you go and inform the soldiers in the palace to guard the front yard to prevent the chaos from attacking." Then go and inform Xie Shangzheng, let him bring a team of men and horses to wait at the back door, we will rush out of the city before the rebels surround this place..."

After all, Nan Chu is not Gunchuktaiji, and he can't command these arrogant soldiers of the Chahar Department like an arm. Although he clearly told these Nayan of the Chahar Department that there were two keys to raising troops tonight, one was to lure Mo Rigen away from Yuan Chonghuan and besiege him; The second is to capture Yuan Chonghuan alive.

However, except for the henchmen of Gonchuktaiji and the generals of Princess Taisong, who were willing to obey Nan Chu's orders because of righteous indignation, the other Nayan of the Chahar tribe were completely forced by force from Nan Chu.

These Mongol Nayans were different from the Gunchuk henchmen who were carried away by anger, and even if they were forced to rebel against the Ming, they did not think about doing anything to the end. Rebelling against the Ming Dynasty and capturing and killing a Ming governor are completely different in nature.

The former still has room to turn around, while the latter will inevitably be collectively hostile to the Ming officials. There are no heroes like Nurhachi among these Mongols, and they want the Chahar Department to be inseparable from the Ming State in order to achieve their own power.

Even if they were to raise troops now, they would only be a last resort under the threat of Manchu envoys. Therefore, they still attached great importance to the first point of Nanchu's plan, after all, if the rebellion was not successful, they would have to go to see Gunchuktaiji.

But for the second point, the plan to capture Yuan Chonghuan alive is lacking. If there is no Na Yan who is willing to win such a great merit and make such a contribution, then it is really with the Ming Dynasty that will not die, judging from the current situation of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a true son of heaven who can enter the Central Plains, so aren't they digging their own graves.

What's more, even if those Nayan people wanted, the Mongolian soldiers at the bottom were not interested. Although Chahanhot is in the hands of the Chahar Ministry, most of the families of the Mongol soldiers still live near Hohhot.

The various new policies implemented by the Ming Dynasty on the Mongolian steppe have harmed the interests of the Nayan people to a certain extent, but for the low-level herdsmen, they have lived a stable and well-stocked life.

In particular, with the expansion of railway construction on the grassland, the trade between the grassland and the interior has become more frequent, and the prices of daily necessities such as tea, salt, sugar, wine, ironware, and cloth have fallen to one-tenth of the past overnight, which is an unimaginable good day for the low-level herdsmen.

You must know that in the past, even if they were taken into the customs by Nayan to rob the border people, most of the benefits were given by Nayan, and the low-level herdsmen only shared a little scraps at most, but they had to risk their lives to fight for Nayan.

But now the favor given to them by the Emperor of the Ming Kingdom is something that the Yan people have never given. Therefore, when Yuan Chonghuan revealed his identity and killed Gonchuktaiji on the emperor's orders, these low-level soldiers were only shocked, and they did not think of resisting at all.

In the evening, the old man Nayan suddenly summoned them and said that they wanted to avenge the old man of Gunchuktaiji, although they were fixed in their minds for the fear of the old man of Nayan, and the soldiers reluctantly obeyed this order, but everyone did not have a little intention of avenging the old man Taiji, although the slogan shouted loudly, but the march was extremely slow.

The minds of these Mongolian Nayan and ordinary soldiers were so consistent, which naturally gave Yuan Chonghuan the opportunity to break out of the city. When Nan Chu personally led his troops into the mansion where Yuan Chonghuan lived, he learned that the other party had run away from the back door, and the team that was supposed to block the back door ran to loot the nearby shops.

Nan Chu was immediately furious and tried to cure the sin of the generals who led the team, but those Mongolian Nayan suddenly gave up, and they opposed Nan Chu's rough practices one after another. Some people even said to him face-to-face: "We were born and died for the Great Khan, risking our lives to rebel against the Ming people, if you don't reward us for the Great Khan, you still want to execute a meritorious man."

We haven't surrendered to the Great Khan yet, and you're going to want to kill our people. If we submit to the Great Khan, will we not be left to your slaughter? In that case, why should we rebel against the Ming people..."

Looking at the tension between the two sides, a henchman of Gunchuk Taiji couldn't help but step forward and said: "Everyone calm down, calm down, Lord Nanchu is actually right, after all, it is wartime, and the army still needs some military discipline."

But everyone is in the same boat now, and the punishment is too severe to convince the soldiers, so I don't think it's..."

Before the Mongolian general could finish his words, he was interrupted by a drunken face, "Look? You're something. Guys talk, what right do you have to interject? Taiji old men, when is it the turn of the shepherd slave to speak, do you still understand the rules? Gonchuktaiji has promoted you, and you really think of yourself as a person. Get down the hall, this is not the place to stand. ”

The henchman of Gunchuk suddenly froze on the spot, his face was red and white for a while, but he didn't dare to say anything after all, and ran down the hall in a gloomy manner.

Seeing this scene, Nan Chu couldn't help frowning and said, "In our Qing Dynasty, there are no such rules? ”

Immediately, someone replied loudly: "But this is Chahanhot, not Shenyang." Even if it's Shenyang, a slave can blame the master, right? ”

Nan Chu was dumbfounded, and his body trembled with anger for a while, if it weren't for the fact that there wasn't such a full-man army around him, he really had to order this group of bastards to be arrested first.

Just between the stalemate between the two sides, a few more stable Na Yan finally stood up and said to the mud: "Governor Yuan has only escaped from the mansion now, but there is no news from the four gates, maybe he has not escaped from the city yet, it is better for everyone to block the four gates separately, and then slowly search in the city, there is no need to make a big deal about it..."

Without waiting for Nan Chu to speak, these Nayan people nodded yes one after another, and then roughly divided their respective search areas, and then turned around and left, and soon Nan Chu and several of Princess Taisong's generals were left in the hall.

Nan Chu was furious in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, he knew that these actions were the result of the decline of the authority of the Qing Dynasty on the grassland. In the eyes of these Nayans, they did not surrender because they were afraid of the martial arts of the Qing Dynasty, but because the Qing Dynasty had to win them over to rebel against the Ming Dynasty.

In such a situation, these Nayan people naturally don't have to give him a good face as a Manchu envoy. Because they knew that even if they went to Shenyang, Huang Taiji would not condemn them for such a trivial matter.

Nan Chu felt that his chest was stuffy, and it took a long time before he threw the helmet in his hand on the ground, and said hatefully: "What a fucking group of bastards." The iron helmet collided with the bluestone ground, made a "clang" sound, and then slipped far away.

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