In the middle of the moon, the night sky is like a wash, and a bright moon sprinkles the clear light all over the grassland, gilding the lush pastures, the occasional yurts, and the sleeping cattle and horses with a layer of hazy silver glow.

The sound of galloping horses' hooves broke the tranquility of the grassland, Qin Lin wore a strong suit, and led the captains to gallop overnight in the direction of the Naturalization City in the hinterland of the grassland, and the Mongolian nobles who surrendered to the imperial court such as the old patriarch of the bald tribe and the Mongolian nobles of the Trang tribe who surrendered to the imperial court were also in the ranks.

With the help of the elite soldiers of the four routes, and with the help of the surrendered tribes along the Great Wall, as long as Qin Lin returns to Guihua City, he will immediately expose Huang Taiji's conspiracy to raise troops without authorization, instigate war and destroy the tribute, and beat this evil wolf into a situation of no return, and help the tower to ascend to the throne of Chechen Khan and King Shunyi!

In Qin Lin's arms, the blank canonization decree given by Zhang Juzheng privately has been filled in with the name of Bu Ta Li!

The Mongolian nobles were caught between the captains in brocade clothes, and they were all exceptionally honest, even if they drove all night, they did not complain about being tired.

They are not like the descendants of Sanniangzi and Huang Taiji, who are mainly stationed in the heart of the grassland, but are stationed in areas close to the Great Wall, firstly, they can stay as far away as possible from the power center of the Naturalized City, so as not to be annexed by the bigwigs, and secondly, the peace along the Great Wall lasts for ten years, and they do not have to worry about conflicts with the Ming army, and they can also carry out border trade nearby.

This little abacus crackled, even if Huang Taiji asked them to raise troops to attack and harass, they only withdrew the tribal station a little north, such a big formation, the Ming army was scared to death, and with the usual prevarication, procrastination, and mutual bargaining with the chief ministers, where can the army go out of the fortress to counterattack? Correspondence and lawsuits, I am afraid that by the time the snow freezes, the Ming army has not yet stepped out of the Great Wall!

Accustomed to the inefficiency of the Ming officialdom and the slow reaction speed of three beats, Qin Lin suddenly launched a four-way army to go out of the fortress with thunder and lightning, and the Mongolian nobles were so shocked that they almost dropped their eyes.

The so-called nomadic herding, nomadic herding must have livestock, forage, women and children, the Mongolian tribes are not only iron cavalry army, in the face of the sudden imperial army, the young and strong of each department can jump on the horse and run away, the old and weak women and children and the wheels, yurts, cattle and sheep, and forage can run away?

Therefore, these Mongolian nobles, Qin Lin will rub the circle if he wants to, and pinch it if he wants to pinch it, and the entire tribe they left in the south is under the knife edge of the Ming army of the four routes!

I ran to the bank of the Heihe River from the sea of Xiashui in one go, and saw that it was almost the middle of the night, and the young and middle-aged Mongolian nobles were just fine, and they were so tired that they were panting, and they had no choice but to lament with an old face: "General Qincha Qin, blessed by the immortal heavens, the old guy really can't stand it, or you ...... it."

Qin Lin was also very tired, took off the sheepskin water bladder and drank a few sips of water, and said loudly: "Old man, let's run back to Huacheng before dawn, and Libu Tower will lose Li as the king, and Ben Qin will triple the quota of your border trade market!" ”

Elitu's old eyes suddenly became thieves, and twice the mutual market quota meant twice the trade income, and he could exchange horses, cattle and sheep for more ironware, cloth and tea!

"Xie Chin is rewarded! My old bones, I will sell them to you today," Elitu stiffened his waist, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and his spirit was not lost to the stick boy.

Qin Lin said again: "Brothers, friends from all parts of the grassland, work hard! Let's get to Naturalization City as soon as possible. ”

Everyone agreed in unison, and they all hurried up.

Qin Lin sighed, it was not as easy as it seemed, Huang Taiji, this guy, is not a master who is waiting to be killed, he has to prevent him from jumping off the wall in a hurry!

"Drive!" Qin Lin's whip fell, the snow black horse spread its four hooves, Plala ran to the front of the team, the hooves rumbled behind him, and the whole team galloped through the night in the moonlight...... At the same time, more than 100 miles away in the east of the city of Guihua, among the several camps of the Chinese army of Hannaji, the people did not sleep soundly, and set up a banquet for Hannaji, and the generals had fun all night, and there were even beautiful girls dancing.

"Come, come, dear Daruchi, my brave Anda, dry this bowl of mare's milk wine!" Battle held the bowl.

"Okay, Ann and Anda's friendship is long, uh~ Tianchang!" Daru rubbed his tongue wide, touched the bowl with the other party, and drank it all.

Hu Batu's thick sword eyebrows rose and persuaded him: "Dear Anda, don't get too drunk, especially Battle, you love to drink when you're drunk, don't lose in front of Lord Taiji!" ”

"I—I'm not drunk!" Battle waved his hand impatiently, he was a complete drunkard, and he didn't say that it was okay, but he became more and more reckless, and even grabbed a wine jar and drank it all, and drank it all the time.

All the generals laughed in unison, and Hu Batu frowned when he saw it, but he had no choice but to carry his saber and go out: "Everyone, please, I will go around the camp, if Huang Taiji dares to take the opportunity to make trouble, I will screw off his dog's head!" ”

In a camp tent on the left, the general Aligo was about to get up to inspect, and when he saw that he had gone, he sat down again and praised his cronies: "I still work diligently in my work, but I want to persuade Lord Taiji not to care about those old things." ”

When Hannaji was returned to the Ming Dynasty, he did not accompany him for some reason, and he was not regarded as a confidant from then on, Ali Ge was a little upset for him, and then looked at the drunk generals such as Batel and Daruchi, and suddenly felt a little unhappy: "These guys, it's really unreasonable, Lord Taiji let them drink, and they drank like this......"

The Mongolian girls danced in the open space, and in the middle of a big tent sat Hannaji and his family, and the cushions on both sides were lined up, the first place on the right was Dacheng Biqi, the lower one was the concubines, and the first on the left was the first to sit on Tokhta, and the lower positions were the sons born to Hannaji's concubines, Wolqit, Amujin, and Gotu, Wolchit was two years older than Tokht, and Amujin and Gotu were only seven or eight years old.

Hannaji was about the same as the generals, his face was flushed with drunkenness, and he didn't pay any attention to the Dacheng Biqi around him, and his eyes only swirled over a few young girls who were dancing. He didn't worry about anything at all, because when it was dawn, Qin Qincha would return to Naturalization City with the aftermath of victory...... Of course, Han Naji is not a pig's brain, he gathered the generals in the name of drinking and having fun, sang and danced all night, and the joint venture sergeants couldn't sleep soundly, indirectly guarding against Huang Taiji's sneak attack, and he wouldn't seem too timid, so as not to be ridiculed by Zhong Jin and her old lover Xu Wenchang.

It's just that with the surname of the Mongolian nobles, who is addicted to alcohol, as soon as he drank it, he almost forgot his original intention...... Dacheng Biqi is very self-aware, he knows that he is ugly, and he doesn't care about her husband looking for flowers and asking willows, but when she sees this, she just snorts coldly: "Hmph, whatever girl you coax to bed, Dacheng Taiji's position will always be passed on to my own son." ”

You drink it, but my mother and son can't drink it? She picked up the wine bowl and deliberately said to the company: "Son, let's drink too, sooner or later you will be the next Dacheng Taiji, don't learn from your father!" ”

Qin Lin had to take a blood test to identify relatives, and he also went to heart disease, and he was in a very good mood, and he really listened to his mother's words and did three bowls in a row, and both mother and son were drunk and hazy.

The smiles of Vorchit and the concubines were not so natural, Dacheng Biqi's words clearly had the meaning of demonstration, the children on the grassland were precocious, Ai Muzhen and Gotu were only seven or eight years old, but there was a trace of lingering hostility in the eyes of the eldest brother.

At last, seeing that the moon was already in the west, Hannaji's drunken spirit also came up, and he hooked his finger at a slender dancing girl: "You—What's your name?" Tonight, let's accompany this Taiji tonight......"

The girl was born plump and fit, and there was a vague shadow of the third lady Zhong Jin Hatun between her eyebrows, and she was surprised and delighted when she heard the words: "Back to Dacheng Taiji, the slave family is called Haiman." ”

Hum! Dacheng snorted heavily, frightened Haiman's face turned pale, and his cowering appearance was even more pitiful, and he said in a low voice: "Lord Taiji......"

Han Naji was a little depressed in his heart because of the third lady's love for Xu Wenchang, and because of Qin Lin, he couldn't do anything, and after drinking too much, he only felt that Haiman was the third lady when he was young, and he suddenly felt pity, and said angrily: "What are you afraid of her?" Ugly and jealous, if you dare to do this, this Taiji will abolish her, and what about you! ”

Standing up as soon as he got up, Dacheng Biqi just sneered twice and beckoned to his son: "Go, don't disturb your father's fun, you can talk to your mother tonight!" ”

Hannaji and Dacheng are not in harmony, and the couple lives in a double-stacked yurt, that is, two yurts are side by side, and there is a door in the middle that communicates without interfering with each other.

Tokhtar glared at his father, then hated before accompanying his mother into the yurt on the left.

Hayman trembled with fright and went straight into Hannaji's arms.

The third lady has always been a middle-aged husband who dares to love and hate, and can make decisions, how could she ever be like this? Han Naji dreamed of having today's scene with the third lady, and now he is also talking about masturbation, and his heart was suddenly happy, stroking Haiman's back, and scolding: "Little rabbit cub, you are not Dacheng Taiji!" ”

He scolded and scolded, carried Heman into the yurt on the right, and put down the felt curtain at the door: "No, no one is allowed to come in without my order, hiccup~"

Now that the hosts were gone, the feast ended logically, and the generals burped back to their yurts, while the soldiers deliberately stood farther away.

At this time, the weather was not too cold, the yurt was just a thin two-layer cloth, looking at the silhouette of the people in the tent projected by the candlelight on the Chinese army's tent, Hannaji stumbled and hugged Heyman, and then the candle was blown out.

What will happen next, it will be endless reverie!

Heyman was a beauty, and many young people favored her, but when the flower was taken away, the admirers could only cry out in vain.

I don't know how long it took, the soldiers fell asleep, and only one exclamation was heard, and everyone looked at the yurt in surprise.

The candle had been re-lit, and in addition to Heyman, who was cowering next to him, and Hannaji, who was sitting down and raising his hand in a gesture of refusal, there was one more figure in the tent, holding a sword-like thing in his hand!

"Tokhtar, what are you—what are you going to do?" Hannaji cried out in panic, and his voice trembled with fright.

The black shadow of the scimitar slashed across the curtain of the yurt, and the sound of the scimitar entering the flesh made people's teeth ache, and the blood splashed on the curtain, and the stars were red!

(To be continued)