"The Great Khan of the Northern Captives," Li Shouxin said with a calm face: "Although it is not directly at the hands of us and others, it can be regarded as a death at the hands of us and Yusheng. ”

"And that's not all." Sun Yao said: "The situation will be better from next year to the year after next, and the achievements of adults are really far beyond the reach of predecessors." ”

All the generals present showed a look of excitement and pride, they followed Zhang Han over the side wall, hard work so far, seeing the fire rising in front of their eyes, the Great Khan of the North died in front of the battle of He Yusheng, thinking of more than 200 years of national hatred and family hatred, it is really difficult for future generations to understand the ecstatic expressions on the faces of these people.

The expressions of the Mongols such as the silver ingots are much more complicated, no matter what, even if they and He Yusheng have become one now, but their own Great Khan died in front of them, and the Ming people around them are very happy, and this feeling can only be experienced by the silver ingots and others.

Bu Shitu Khan died, the Mongol army must retreat, and Yusheng's strategic situation is extremely good, there are still a few months in the second half of the year, you can improve the system of the military platform fort, solve some hidden dangers, Zhang Han can return to Lizhuang to preside over the overall situation, prepare for next year's big expansion of the army, and at the same time open up new sources of finance, and make efforts for the next year's income of more than four million or even five million, while hoarding more food, cloth, medicinal materials, and Yusheng is developing rapidly, and Bu Shitu Khan is dead on the Beiyu side, it will definitely fall into civil strife, The strength will decline further, and what Zhang Han is thinking about now is how to use the current situation to make the general trend of the Northern Captives more collapsed, so that it will make it easier for He Yusheng to manage the grassland......

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When Lakshin arrived at the camp opposite, he gave his name and explained his intentions, and a small Taiji of the Twelve Tumut tribes recognized him and let him in.

Of course, the robe was searched, and it also asked Lakshen to get off his weapon, and Lakshen did it with a calm face, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

The same Mongols have now split into many camps, and what makes Lakshin feel a little embarrassed is that he is still a Mongol on the side of the Han Chinese!

There were some Mongolian men who were familiar with Rakshin who came over, all of them had the same black and red complexion with round faces, short and stout figures, swords on their bodies, some of them carried bows and arrows on their backs, and some of them were also wearing their own cotton armor or cloth armor in the camp, and Rakshin could see that although they were holding a funeral for the Great Khan, everyone's expressions were very nervous.

Seeing these people coming, Lakshin closed his eyes, waiting for the expected scolding.

"Lakshin, how are you doing over there?"

"I heard that He Yusheng has a sea of gold and silver, you eat meat and drink soup every day, and you can manage enough fine white noodles and good tea."

"We've been bad luck lately, don't talk about the death of the Great Khan, seeing that the autumn is cold, we can't go back to our pasture, and I don't know how to survive this winter."

"The hay at home is not threshing, the livestock are not grazing back to us, there is no meat in the summer, the lambs are ruined a lot, and the women can't take good care of the foals.

"I went to the temple to listen to the preaching of the living Buddha the next day in Qingcheng, and I felt extremely peaceful in my heart, and now I am doing such a thing here, I can't hear the lectures, and I can't take care of the pasture, and my heart is really uncomfortable."

"Lakshen, your Taiji is still a discerning person, I know that we are not Zhang Han's opponent!"

"Zhang Han, awesome......"

Everyone was talking in a gossiping voice, and everyone poured a lot of bitter water when they came up, and Lakshin's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"Anyway, Zhang Han is a capable person." A short and stout man with a smile on his face slapped him heavily on Lakshen and said, "It is also the duty of our Mongols to send you to the funeral on both sides. Lakshin, when you meet on the battlefield in the future, you have to be merciful. ”

"What kind of battlefield," said another Mongolian man, "this battle will be fought by others, but I will not fight." ”

Lakshin kept a straight face, he didn't expect this to be the scene today.

Where are the simple and heroic Mongols in their memories?

Looking at the smiling faces that please him, Lakshen really has mixed feelings in his heart.

"I know what everyone thinks." Rakshen said with a cold face: "Today I was just ordered to attend the funeral of the Great Khan, and I don't have anything else to say." ”

Everyone didn't mind Lakshin's attitude, they all came down, and then hugged Lakshin to the pyre, where dozens of Taiji and more than a thousand armored guards gathered, the situation was solemn and nervous, and it looked a little weird.

Lakshen was not surprised in his heart, there was no movement on the side of Jining Fort, in fact, Wen Zhongfa and other personnel from the Military Intelligence Bureau were all sent out, from Xiaohebao to Xinghe Fort, there were people from the Military Intelligence Bureau everywhere inquiring about the news, and later even Wang Yong and other personnel from the Field Intelligence Bureau were all sent out.

The Military Intelligence Agency has been laying out on the grassland for several years, and even if it is like this now, there are still reliable sources of information channels within the grassland, and in the most tense time, it is not easy to transmit information, but now it can be quickly transmitted back with news.

The level of intelligence collection on Mongolia is not too high, most of the identities of the silver ingots can be heard, after Tobok fled back to Qingcheng, he did not hide the news, but hyped up the killing of the Great Khan by Ah Cheng and others, and now Qingcheng and the major Bansheng land and pastures have become a pot of porridge, and the Mongolian garrison opposite Xiaohehe Fort has fled for several days, Sun Jingting has sent an urgent envoy to report, with the intelligence of the military intelligence and other departments, it can be determined that Bu Shitu Khan did die in the civil strife, and the various methods used by the other side for several days are nothing more than to induce Jining Fort to send troops, The act of sacrificing many people is really just a sad joke.

In any case, the Great Khan died unexpectedly, and these Taiji people in front of him probably knew about it, and it was naturally not a problem to make such a situation of mutual vigilance and vigilance.

Rakshen vaguely understood in his heart that a few years ago, the Mongolian tribes could still hope that Jining Fort would be fooled into fighting with them, and the general trend of the grassland would be determined by a war. And He Yusheng was not fooled, the Mongolian ministries lost the last chance, everyone understands that the situation in the coming year will only get worse, and the internal struggle has just begun, and in the future, I am afraid that He Yusheng is the most calm force.

"Raise the fire."

A Taiji ordered in a deep voice, whether the people present were sincere or false, they all showed their faces, some of them wailed, everyone threw torches from afar, and the firewood pile several feet high was poured with oil, and as soon as the torches fell on it, it was suddenly a raging fire, and the flames suddenly rose, and the tongue of fire wrapped the body of Bu Shitu Khan wrapped in white cloth, and soon burned into a ball.

Lakshen didn't know what it was like, and many Taiji were looking at him, but no one came to interrogate him, and everyone watched in a daze as the Khan's body was burned to ashes.

After the burning, several lamas come forward to pick up the bones, and then put them up.

According to the previous custom, it is to go back to Qingcheng to build a tower and place it, and now it will add the content of the lama's chanting, a cavalry team composed of more than 100 people and the lama gathered together, a small Taiji led the team, and many Taiji were sent all the way to the periphery of the camp, and the bones of the Great Khan were sent back to Qingcheng.

Seeing this, Lakshin felt that there was no need to stay any longer, but fortunately, no one made it difficult for him, and he led his horse to the south, feeling that everything behind him was already two worlds.

"Lakshin?"

On the outskirts of the camp, a squad of sentry cavalry galloped in, and the leader shouted, and Lakshin glanced at it and called back, "Tabu Bag." ”

The two rode their horses to greet each other, and after the distance was shortened, they suddenly felt that they had nothing to say.

Thinking back to the scene a few months ago, when Lakshin thought that his side would definitely lose, Tabu was even more confident, and now there are only two words of embarrassment on each other's faces.

"I can't imagine this is the situation now." Tabu Nang smiled bitterly and said, "What I went to the sentry today is not to investigate the military situation in the south, but to show the various departments whether the road to Qingcheng is still safe." ”

"See if there are any ambushes?" Rakshen shook his head and said, "I can't say this, and I really don't know. ”

"Hmm." Tabu nodded heavily, his face was obviously haggard and much thinner, and he looked preoccupied, he looked at Lakshen, and said: "Baihong Da Taiji and the Taiji of Mobei will go first, and the Taiji of the set department will go with us, and each part will act in batches." Ah Cheng Taiji and I left last, and we broke off. ”

Rakshen said: "You tell me this, aren't you afraid that I will go back and tell the people of Jining Fort?" ”

"It's nothing." Tabu Nang said: "As soon as our side moves, the merchant soldiers in Jining Fort and various military platforms are not dead, after they see it, what will happen, and now the people above are also worried, to be honest, those of us who stay behind are the most suspenseful in our hearts." ”

He Yusheng found out that the Mongols withdrew their troops, whether they would gather troops and horses to pursue, this no one knows, after all, many times before the inducement of the opposite battle have failed, many Taiji feel that Yusheng will let everyone return safely, they are worried that they will face more military forts next year, and the people after the break must be the most worried.

"Treasure it." Rakshen didn't say anything more, nodded and pulled his horse away.

"That's right," Lakshin said to Tabu Nang, who was on the horse, "It is rumored in Qingcheng that the Great Khan was killed by you with an arrow, and it was at the instigation of Ah Cheng Taiji, you must be careful in the future." ”

"Huh?"

Tabu Sang was full of excitement, and Lakshin nodded coldly, this time he really pulled out his horse and walked away.

Watching Lakshin's figure gradually turn into a small black dot, Tabu Nang didn't come back to his senses for a long time.