"Tell them that Lin Dan Khan is no longer there, and there is no need for them to fight anymore!" Liu Cheng whispered to Gesang on the side.

"Lay down your arms, your Great Khan is gone, there is no need for you to fight any more!" Gesang's voice was a little hoarse, but it was very loud, and the voice echoed in the empty battlefield, becoming more and more desolate.

The besieged were silent for a while, and suddenly a voice replied: "What will you do to us if we lay down our arms!" “

"Promise not to kill them, that's all!" After spending so much time with Min Min, Liu Cheng was able to understand most of Mongolian, but he couldn't speak it yet.

"If you lay down your arms, you can save your lives!"

At first, the people in the encirclement were silent, and suddenly one person dropped his weapon, then two people, and more and more people dropped their weapons, and the air was filled with the sound of weapons landing and faint sobbing.

"General Liu, this Chengguo Dynasty has won a great victory unseen in a century!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Boqi twisted his beard under his chin and smiled: "After this battle, you will definitely be able to be crowned!" ”

"Each other, each other!" Liu Cheng said with a smile: "This battle is strategic, who can live in it if it is not the governor?" After Hong Zhijun is gone, the next governor of the three sides should be you. ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!" Lu Boqi thanked him humbly, but his face was already smiling, he also had a measure in his heart, after several years of hard fighting, Shaanxi's large stock rebellion has been almost suppressed, but Shanxi across the river has become lively, he has also heard some rumors, the Son of Heaven wants to be the governor of several provincial military affairs, so as not to pass the buck to each other, and Hong Chengchou is the best candidate. If Hong Chengchou leaves, the vacated seat will be very hopeful.

"Your Excellency. I'm tired of you here! Liu Cheng's voice woke Lu Boqi from his reverie, he saw Liu Cheng jump on the war horse, looking like he was leaving, hurriedly grabbed Liu Cheng's reins, and asked, "General Liu, where are you going?" “

"Gather the soldiers. Pursue Lin Dan Khan and relieve the siege of Ningxia Fucheng! Liu Cheng's voice was not loud, but it was very firm.

Lu Boqi frowned, he was not used to being in a state of disagreement with Liu Cheng, but this time he felt that it was better to give a few words of advice.

"The Book of Songs. Daya "Cloud, the gentleman of peace, can hold on to it! Lu Boqi sighed: "General Liu, your achievements in this battle are enough to seal the marquis, and the Tartar chieftains are in a desperate situation. The trapped beast is still fighting, so why drive away the tired pawn and seek the merit of complete victory? “

"Lord Governor!" Liu Cheng said with a smile: "What you said is a world matter, but it is not the art of war." Today's defeat, the Tartars have taken away their anger and disintegrated up and down, and each ministry has its own support and has a heart for self-preservation. If you can chase after it, you can break its head. Show it with authority, caress it with grace, and solve the worries of a hundred generations! ”

"Since that's the case, then I won't say more, General Liu is careful!" Lu Boqi was also refreshed, and said with a smile: "This governor is here waiting for good news!" “

Ningxia Fucheng. General Military Office.

Du Wenhuan opened his eyes, and his eyes were blurry, and after a while, the outlines of the surroundings gradually emerged, with beautifully decorated bed curtains and hard jujube wood bedposts. and windows inlaid with translucent mica sheets. The bed was warm, and he was covered with a thick blanket and two fox furs. I was in a fever, Du Wenhuan thought dizzily, he felt weak even to lift his right hand, and the wound in his ribs was constantly throbbing.

"Master Du, how are your injuries?"

A feminine voice came from the other side of the bed, Du Wenhuan was stunned when he heard this, and turned around to see a middle-aged man with a fair face and a beard under his chin looking at him with concern.

"Grandpa Hu!" Du Wenhuan hurriedly sat up and saluted Hu Kejian, the eunuch of the prison army, but was gently held down by the other party and said with a smile: "Lord Du, why are you and me so formal?" The net worth and life of the people in Ningxia are all on you alone, but you must take care! ”

"Thank you Gonggong Hu for taking care of you!" Du Wenhuan owes his body, although he is still a little tired at this time, he still reluctantly raises his head and greets Gonggong Hu. The two said a few words, and Hu Kejian saw that Du Wenhuan was very tired, so he got up and wanted to leave. At this moment, a lieutenant rushed in from outside and bowed to the two of them: "Lord Commander, there is something wrong with the Tartars outside the city!" ”

"The Tartars are going to attack the city?" Du Wenhuan listened to a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, in the past month or so, the Tartars outside the city have only launched a few tentative attacks, but he didn't dare to be careless, regardless of his injuries, patrolling the city day and night, this wind chill was obtained when patrolling the city a few days ago. Fortunately, although Liu Cheng, the deputy commander of Yansui Town, who led the reinforcements, did not cross the river, he also found a lot of trouble for the Mongols, making it impossible for them to attack the city with all their strength.

"It's not!" The captain shook his head: "It's not like it's going to attack the city, it's like it's going to withdraw troops!" ”

"Withdrawing troops?" Du Wenhuan was clever, he reluctantly sat up from the couch, and said loudly: "Come on, send me to the city quickly!" ”

"Master Du, your body—" Hu Kejian said in a low voice.

"Grandpa Hu, I can't care about it so much, send me to the city!"

Hu Kejian also felt the other party's determination at this time, and nodded: "It's okay, then our family will go to the city with Lord Du!" “

At the head of the city, it was already crowded, and Du Wenhuan stretched out an arm and stood up with the help of his own soldiers. He felt his legs limp, as if he were stepping on a ball of cotton, and if it weren't for the two strong arms stretched out next to him, he might have fallen from the castle tower. As far as the eye could see, the Mongol tents beneath the city were already a battlefield, the struggling men were floating on the sea with a large number of unrecognizable flags, the walls of men were broken down as soon as they were lined up, and the cavalry in iron armor rushed into the crowd, through dust and mud, blood and smoke; The screams of despair and shouts of killing soared into the sky, and in the distance, the black and oppressive team was pressing over, and from time to time a row of fire flashed, which was a salvo of birds, and the spears of the team were like moving forests, and the shouts of killing were like a pair of invisible giant hands, crushing the Mongols under the city on the ground.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" The captain's voice trembled, his face turned pale, but his eyes were full of excitement: "Reinforcements have arrived, should we attack?" ”

Du Wenhuan did not answer. He raised his head to the sky, tears of excitement flowed from his closed eyes, and the captain on the side saw the appearance of his boss, he was a little panicked, and hurriedly asked Hu Kejian on the side: "Grandpa Hu, what's wrong with my family?" ”

"It's okay!" Hu Kejian's eyes also had tears. His face was full of smiles: "Lord Du, this is happy, this is happy!" ”

Du Wenhuan suddenly wiped the tears from his face and shouted with all his strength: "Kaecheng!" Open the city immediately, flank the Tartars, and receive reinforcements! “

The action of the Ming army defenders in Ningxia Fucheng gave Lin Dan Khan a fatal blow, if you use an analogy, this is a dagger to the waist and eye of a wrestler who is fighting with all his might, and many people who have escaped from the previous battlefield jumped off their horses and looked at everything in front of them in despair. They didn't even bother to make the effort to dodge the tip of the spear that stabbed them, death was a relief for them, and some of the proudest and most loyal to the cause of the Golden Family simply ripped off their breastplates and stabbed each other with daggers to death. And many more dropped their weapons and fell to their knees begging for mercy. Lin Dan Khan, who was in a hurry, didn't even have time to take his wife, eldest son, Shalhutuktu and the most precious golden statue of the Great Black Celestial God, and fled with only more than a thousand cavalry.

The city has become a sea of joy, and the temple bells are ringing one after another. Joining the rumbling drums of the Four Gate Towers, everyone can hear the joy contained in the bells and drums. People are also shouting and cheering. In front of the street hotel, drunken people huddled together, stumbling, babbling gibberish, and speaking incoherently. But the mood is full of joy, which is the joy peculiar to those who find hope in despair and are resurrected from death.

A carriage was blocked by a crowd, and a fat man dressed in a merchant's costume poked his head out, judging by his rather contoured face. There should be quite a lot of Hu people in his bloodline. He frowned and looked at the crowd in front of him, and said to the coachman, "Turn around quickly, or we will be late!" ”

"No, Ahmat!" There was a gentle voice in the carriage, but if you listened closely, you could feel that there was an irresistible majesty in the voice, and the owner of this voice must have been the kind of superior who was accustomed to ordering others: "You call someone over, I wonder why these Han people are so happy." “

"As you wish!" The merchant bowed his head respectfully and said to the coachman, "You go over there and call someone over there at once!" ”

"Yes, master!" The coachman jumped out of the carriage and came back in a short time, followed by a drunken man, and the merchant frowned when he saw this, and asked, "Why don't you find someone to be sober?" He was full of wine, didn't he collide with Hezhuo (Persian transliteration, meaning descendant of the saint)! ”

"It's okay!" The man in the carriage laughed: "I guess the people over there have drunk a lot of bars, but that's good, haven't you heard the phrase 'spit out the truth when you're drunk'?" ”

"Lord Hezhuo, your wisdom is as profound as the sea!" The merchant bowed his head respectfully, and then carefully opened the side of the carriage, only to see a middle-aged man in a white robe and a white hat sitting inside, with a thick beard under his chin, a high nose and deep eyes, and a pair of green eyes like two cat eyes, which were amazingly bright.

"Can you please tell me why everyone is so happy, what the hell is going on?" The man in white, known as He Zhuo, asked in a deep voice, his Chinese language was very fluent, no different from the local Han people.

"It's over, it's over! The city is saved! The drunken man replied breathlessly: "No one knows whether he died of sweating or was beaten away, and no one cares." But his army was finished, thousands of Tartars were beheaded and died everywhere like bedbugs, and the rest either surrendered or fled! May they roll across the Yellow River and never come back! “

The man in white and the merchant glanced at each other, and saw a trace of surprise and excitement in each other's eyes, and the man in white smiled: "I see, this is indeed a happy thing, but can you say it more clearly?" Who defeated the leader of the Tartars? How did you win? ”

"Yes, we won, we won!" The drunk subconsciously repeated the words while licking his tongue: "Do you have any wine?" On such a good day, everyone should have a good drink, yes, you are safe, I am safe, everyone is safe, shouldn't you have a drink? ”

"Bastard!" When the merchant heard this, he was furious, and he was about to raise his fist to fight, but he was stopped by the man in white: "Ahmat don't do this, he is not our brother, so naturally he does not need to accept our precepts. At this point, he took out a small piece of silver from his bosom, put it in the drunkard's hand, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I don't have any wine here, but you can use it to drink for me, how about it, can you tell me?" ”

The drunken man weighed the silver in his hand, put it in his mouth and bit it again, and then laughed to make sure that it was not fake: "Okay, I will definitely make up for you." The commander of the army was Governor Lü, and it was Liu Zongbing who defeated the Tartars, they crossed the Yellow River, and when the Khan attacked them with the Tartars, the Liu generals attracted the thunder and fire in the sky, and the Tartars were defeated and fled, and then chased them until they reached the city of Fucheng, and the Du generals who defended the city opened the door to fight, and attacked inside and outside, leaving no piece of armor left behind the Tartars. Hahaha, those tartars are like bed bugs, crushed to the ground, you know? Did you know? Hahaha! ”

"Mr. Liu?" The man in white recalled the drunken man's answer for a while, and finally smiled and owed the other party slightly: "Thank you for your answer, may Allah bless you!" And the drunken man was lying entirely on the ground, snoring loudly, and still clutching the small silver ingot in his hand.

In the carriage, the man in white looked thoughtful, and the merchant said cautiously: "He Zhuo, that's just a drunkard, what thunder and fire said may not be true!" ”

"It doesn't have to be all fake, is it?" The man in white laughed: "Allah tells us that even if knowledge is far away in China, we should ask for it, maybe this Liu General Bing is the answer I need!" ”

The merchant stood up, leaned down to the man in white and bowed, "He Zhuo, please forgive me, your wisdom is as boundless as the sea, how can mortals like us understand?" “

"No, no!" The man in white stood up and helped the merchant up: "There is no Lord but Allah!" Even if my ancestor was only a mortal, how much more would I be? How can I accept your prostration? In the presence of the Creator, I, Muhammad. You are equal to Brother Yusuf and Ahmat, and you will be evaluated by your own conduct and merits in future generations. And this is the place of the Han people, you can call me Brother Yousuf! (To be continued.) )