The wind blows the grass low, as far as the eye can see, and the vast grassland is so vast and vast at any time.

The wind blew through the flat meadow, and the green waves rolled like a wave into the distance, extending forward until the end of the sky and the earth, gradually connecting with the clear blue sky.

The cattle and sheep in the distance are leisurely gnawing on the grass, and the shepherd waives the whip behind them from time to time, throwing out a beautiful and crisp whip flower, and the cattle and sheep out of the circle are slightly startled, and they run a few steps in a hurry, and then bow their heads and begin to gnaw on the grass.

By the wooden fence, leaning on an old man with deep wrinkles and dark skin, he was wearing a slightly tattered Mongolian robe, and his cloudy eyes looked into the distance, as if a wise man was thinking about the true meaning of life, and as if he was recalling his ordinary life.

The wind is gentle, blowing through the old man's face, mixed with the green fragrance of grass, and there are some fine grains of sand like dust, slightly painful, but kind, this is the taste of hometown, born in Si, grown in Si, died in Si.

The old man played the horse-head piano, like the sound of crying and complaining, accompanied by a low and hoarse pastoral song, and was blown to the sky by the wind, with a bit of heroism in the desolation, and a little open-mindedness in the misery.

Inside the fence, miles of white yurts shook in the wind, and they guarded a large golden tent in the middle of the pasture like stars, like faithful hounds guarding their masters.

The golden tent was more than a foot taller than the tent, and much larger, and the curtain of the tent was covered with a red carpet of purple lace.

Outside the tent was an open meadow, and a group of young men in robes were riding horses, galloping across the vast grassland, their hooves roaring like thunder and rain, mixed with flying dust, galloping back and forth like wind and clouds.

A group of Mongolian girls dressed in festive costumes, holding aloft food and sweet mare's milk wine, passed through the middle of the meadow, and the galloping boys suddenly became more and more excited, and they smiled for their beloved girls, and the horses were much faster, and they threw away their stirrups, and performed superb and dangerous horsemanship in front of the galloping horses, or on the backs of galloping horses, or hid in the belly of the horses, and performed superb and dangerous horsemanship in front of the girls, accompanied by heroic whining and strange cries.

The girls lived up to the boys' expectations, and they all laughed, their brown skin shining in the sun, and the laughter of silver bells spread across the vast grassland.

Today is the annual mare's milk festival in Mongolia, where thousands of jubilant and noisy herdsmen and Mongolian warriors gather together to have fun and eat, drink, wrestle and race, and the whole steppe is like a sea of joy.

The curtain of the golden tent in the middle of the meadow was lifted, and the low horn echoed through the grassland like a whimper.

Three men walked out of the golden tent, and at the front was a young man, he was wearing a golden robe, wearing a black felt hat with pearls, his face was thin and slightly pale, and his eyes looked around, as if containing infinite sorrow.

He is the proud son of this generation, the new successor emperor of the Northern Yuan court, Kun Timur Khan.

Two middle-aged men followed behind Kun Timur, one of them was wearing the same golden robe, with a few thin short braids on his bare head, his appearance seemed to be rough and heroic, but there were a few gloomy glances in his small eyes from time to time.

This man is the leader of the Qierjisi tribe who once besieged Beiping City and inadvertently relieved Zhu Di from being trapped in Beijing.

The man next to Ghost Li Chi is burly and slightly fat, he has a round belly, he looks kind and honest, but his smile has a bit of unfathomable meaning, maybe he is not as benevolent as he seems, he is the leader of the Asut tribe Arutai, those who are familiar with him know that Arutai is like a cunning wolf, he can bite off the enemy's neck and suck the enemy's blood dry when he smiles.

Qiergis and Asut are currently the two most powerful tribes in the Mongolian steppe, and Guilichi and Arutai are also the most loyal pair of allies, after the death of the former emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, the two jointly supported the eldest son of the Erlebok Khan, Kun Timur, as the successor emperor, but since the twenty-first year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang sent the general Lan Yu to the north to conquer the remnants of the Yuan, and after the defeat of the Yuan army in the fishing sea, the golden family said that the decline was gradually declining, and the Mongolian tribes have read the power, Kun Timur, the current emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, has also become a puppet behind Guilichi and Arutai.

The puppet emperor is still the emperor.

The three of them walked out of the golden tent, and thousands of jubilant herdsmen suddenly quieted down, and everyone touched their chests with their right hands, bent down to bow to Kun Timur, and shouted in unison: "Immortal Heaven blesses the great Khan of the Mongols, may the light of the sun shine on you forever." ”

Kun Timur smiled and waved slowly at the saluting crowd.

The corners of the ghost force that followed him twitched slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

Outside the tent, officials at all levels of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, as well as tribal leaders and Mongolian nobles also stroked their chests and saluted Kun Timur.

Kun Timur returned the salute and then sat down cross-legged on the red carpet.

Beautiful Mongolian girls carry fair-skinned mare's milk wine and all kinds of delicious food and place them on the red carpet.

The officials and nobles respectfully toasted to Kun Timur, and Timur smiled and took the cup, saying: "May the eternal heaven bless Mongolia, we are the descendants of Genghis Khan, we crisscross every corner of the world, no matter how strong the city, no matter how fierce the enemy, we can't stop us from advancing!" We and the great Genghis Khan are like the eternity of the sun, and we will be remembered by the world......"

The mocking smile on the corner of Ghost Li's mouth became deeper and deeper, and before Kun Timur finished speaking, Ghost Li Chi sneered: "Your Majesty the Great Khan, the Mongols remember the eagle that soars thousands of miles in the sky, not the little house finch hiding in the warm nest, more than a hundred years ago, the great Genghis Khan led our Mongols to fight in the east and west, and turned all the land we can see into the pastures of the Mongols, he brought us Mongols land, cattle and sheep, treasures and women, he is the greatest and most dazzling Khan of our Mongolians, but now…… Hehe, Your Majesty the Khan, why have we returned to the steppe now? Why is it that the lives of our tribesmen are not as good as day by day? Why do we still rob those Han people who are much inferior to us every winter like a thief who can't get on the table? And he always ran away after grabbing, and he didn't dare to fight with the army of the Ming Court at all? ”

Kun Timur's face turned pale when he heard this, and he said with a slight anger: "That's because ...... Because ......"

Speaking of which, he can't go on, the stronger the Ming army's combat power, since the 21st year of Hongwu Blue Jade Northern Expedition to the Grassland Desert, the Northern Yuan Dynasty was defeated, and later Zhu Yuanzhang also made several personal expeditions, and then the Yan King of Beiping Mansion, the Ning King of Daning Mansion repeatedly took the initiative to attack, the morale of the Ming army was high, and the momentum was like a bamboo, and the Mongolian cavalry that once dominated the world was defeated and retreated, which also led to the prestige of the Golden Family in the Mongolian tribes plummeted, and the Mongols were invincible in the era of Genghis Khan. It has become very distant and alien to them these days...... Ghost Li Chi stared at Kun Timur, his eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly laughed and said: "Because we lack a wise leader like Genghis Khan and Emperor Shizu, because we were originally a group of bloodthirsty and meat-eating wolves, but under the leadership of a sheep, we actually ate grass and became a sheep Mongol, are we still Mongols?" Or a descendant of Genghis Khan? What qualifications do we have for the immortal heavens to bless us? ”

Ghost Li Chi said that in the end, he drank violently, and the words made Kun Timur's face pale, cold sweat, and he wanted to shoot the case and reprimand Ghost Li Chi's rudeness, but when he looked around left and right, and met the cold eyes of the Mongolian officials, tribal leaders and nobles, Kun Timur couldn't help but be cold, and the anger that was ready to be released was finally extinguished by the cowardice in his heart and the aggressive strength of the ghost power in front of him.

Ghost Li stood up naked, looked around at the Mongol princes and chieftains, and said loudly: "We shouldn't just stay in the steppe! We're going out! Use the steel knife in our hands to conquer the outside world! Recreate the glory of our ancestor Genghis Khan! The Mongols are the pride of the sky, and the land that the sun shines on should be ours! We should lie in the city of the Han people, drink fragrant wine, hug the delicate Han girl, and play with the mountains of gold, silver and jewelry, instead of blowing the cold wind in this desolate and remote grassland, singing sad songs to recall the glory and honor of the year, that is the only thing that losers do, we are fed up with such a saying, we have to fight! ”

The words seemed to mobilize the enthusiasm of the leaders and nobles, and everyone stood up one after another, raised their fists with excitement, and shouted in unison: "Fight! War! War! ”

Kun Timur trembled, I don't know whether he was angry or afraid, the princes and nobles looked at him with ridicule in their eyes, and when they turned to look at the ghost Li Chi, they were full of loyalty and support.

The Mongols only submit to the strong and have no sympathy for the weak, and in this steppe where the jungle eats the strong, only by following the strong can they get the best survival.

Bang!

Ghost Li's red eyes were red, and he slammed the fist-sized wine bottle to the grass, laughing and saying, "Let's fight!" We must defeat the Ming Court and take back the land, treasures and women that belonged to us! ”

As if in response to Ghost Lichi's words, on the grass that met the sky in the distance, there were suddenly more dense small black dots, the black dots became bigger and bigger, and the sound of horses' hooves gradually came, from slight to clear, and finally more and more dense, like a torrential rain pouring down, running towards the golden tent from far and near.

All the Mongols were confused by this group of knights, until the knights got closer and closer, and suddenly, a large flag with a black background and yellow border was very abruptly erected among the knights, and the flag was embroidered with a large Chinese character: "Zhang".

At first glance, when he saw the Chinese characters on the flag, Arutai, the leader of the Asut tribe, who had not spoken a word, immediately lost his voice and exclaimed: "Not good! Ming Army! The Ming army is coming! ”

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, panicked, and scattered.

The ghost power was red for a moment, and then said angrily: "How could the Ming army kill here? What about our scouts? Where did they all die? Why don't you see a return? ”

Arutai stomped his feet and said hurriedly, "What do you still care about the scouts doing at this time?" Immediately send an order to meet the enemy! ”

Ghost Li Chi woke up like a dream, his eyes were full of fierce light, he suddenly pulled out his waist knife, slashed a small tribal leader running in panic in front of him, and then shouted violently in the noisy crowd: "What chaos! Don't forget that we are invincible Mongols! The warriors are all on their horses and ready to meet the enemy! ”

Saying that, the ghost power lifted the waist knife barely, and as soon as he raised his legs, he got on a brown war horse, he squinted and observed the Ming army in front of him, and suddenly laughed: "Zhang? It seems to be Zhang Yu from Yanwang's Mansion, is this guy sick? Thousands of people dare to kill our golden tent, want to make meritorious service and want to go crazy, right? Is there no one to deceive me, Mongolia? ”

As he spoke, all the Mongol warriors had flown up and mounted their horses, drew their swords one after another, and stared at their centurions without saying a word.

Ghost Li Chi sat on the back of the horse and straightened up, but when he turned around, he saw that Kun Timur was so frightened that his face was colorless, and under the escort of dozens of cowardly Xue guards, he retreated into the golden tent in a panic.

Seeing this, Ghost Lichi couldn't help but smile disdainfully, then took out his waist knife, raised it high, and shouted: "Two thousand-man teams out of the camp to outflank the left, two thousand-strong teams to outflank the right, leaving three thousand-strong teams in front to meet the enemy, we will kill none of these Han dogs!" ”

The Mongol warriors roared in response.

The low sobs of the long horn were heard over the grassland, and before the battle began, the air was filled with a bloody breath, which made people's hearts seem to stop beating, and the breeze blew through the grass, but it could not blow away the surging battle spirit condensed in everyone's hearts.

Zhang Yu was wearing a black armor, the red tassels on the helmet fluttered in the wind, he rode his horse and galloped at the front of the team, when there were hundreds of zhang away from the Mongolian camp, Zhang Yu suddenly raised his hand, and the Ming army soldiers ordered it to be forbidden, and the horse stopped.

The two sides confronted each other hundreds of feet apart, there was no declaration of war, no scolding, everything was silent, only the whistling wind could be heard on the grassland, and the restless snort of the war horses before the battle.

Zhang Yu looked at the dense Mongolian cavalry in the distance, like a great enemy, with a mocking smile on his face.

More than 30 years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the first emperor personally conquered the Northern Yuan Dynasty several times, sent the general prince several times to go on the expedition, and won many battles, the morale of the Mongols has already been slumped by my Ming Dynasty, and they have been defeated and retreated, do you still think that you are invincible and invincible Mongolian cavalry in the world? The rotation of the rivers and mountains, each leading the way, today's era belongs to my Ming!

Boom!

Zhang Yu pulled out the long knife at his waist, and the long knife was raised diagonally towards the sky, and the snow-bright blade light emitted a dazzling white glow in the sunlight.

"Daming Wansheng! Storm the Golden Tent and kill the Tartar Emperor! Kill! ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yu kicked the horse's belly fiercely, like an arrow shot at the enemy, rushing forward.

The soldiers of the Ming army behind him saw that the main general had moved, and they raised their swords and shouted in unison: "Ming Wansheng!" ”

Three thousand soldiers of the Ming army urged their horses together, followed Zhang Yu to the Mongolian camp to kill, galloping rapidly, the Ming soldiers of the charge gradually became orderly from scattered, they were divided into five long snake formations, like a sharp knife, stabbing the enemy's heart.

Ghost Power Chi laughed violently, waved the long knife in his hand, and shouted: "Meet the enemy!" Immortal Heaven bless the brave Mongolian warriors! ”

Rumble!

Thousands of Mongolian cavalry poured out like a tide, like a huge black wave, slapping head-on towards the Ming soldiers.

The strong wind mixed with sand and dust on the grassland made Zhang Yu's face hurt, he squinted, his eyes were firmly fixed on the Mongolian cavalry swarming on the opposite side, and the golden tent about two hundred zhang away from him, Zhang Yu smiled coldly, suddenly raised his right hand, and made a gesture.

Seeing the order from the main general, the Ming army team turned their horses in a different direction without any confusion, avoiding the frontal edge of the ghost power, and instead went to the right to outflank their two thousand people to kill.

The team of 1,000 people was in a hurry, and the team was not formed, and was caught off guard by the actions of the Ming army, and the distance of dozens of zhang came in an instant, and there was a loud bang, and the Mongolian cavalry was torn open a big hole.

Zhang Yu laughed in high spirits, and the Ming army tore open the opening and continued to kill the golden tent.

Arutai, who was arranging troops and horses outside the camp tent, was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "Not good! The Ming army is determined to be the Khan! Come back! ”

Ghost Li Chi led the army back to the horse, and the strategy of encircling the Ming army failed, and the three cavalry units merged into one and hurriedly rushed towards the golden tent.

More than 1,000 Mongolian cavalry guarding in front of the big tent saw the Ming army rushing forward, they were shocked, they hurriedly turned their horses' heads, and used their bodies to block in front of the big tent, staring at the Ming army rushing to kill without fear.

Zhang Yu looked in his eyes, and then looked at the chasing soldiers behind him, and secretly shouted in his heart that it was a pity, the reaction of the Mongolian cavalry exceeded his expectations, he didn't expect a golden tent to be protected so impermeable by them, it seems that it is impossible to kill the Tartar Emperor today.

So Zhang Yu suddenly put the knife into the sheath, and shouted: "Change the bow!" ”

The soldiers of the Ming army collected their knives together, and then everyone took out the strong bow behind the horse's hips, and pulled the string with the bow.

"Shoot the arrows!" When there were still more than ten zhang away from the big tent, Zhang Yu gave a resolute order.

The sky rained down with arrows, shooting out like locusts, mercilessly shooting towards the golden tent covered with cowhides.

Rao is Mongolian cavalry used their bodies to protect the big tent, and there were still arrows that inevitably penetrated the big tent.

I heard a sudden oops, followed by a ghostly howl.

A Mongolian maid ran out of the tent in a panic and shouted in Mongolian to Arutai, who was not far away: "The khan is wounded!" Khan is hurting! ”

Seeing this, Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing, turned his head and glanced contemptuously at the ghost Lichi who was chasing very closely behind him, and then suddenly turned his horse in a different direction, whipped violently facing the southwest, and shouted: "Let's go back to Beiping!" ”

Seeing that the Ming army had suddenly arrived, he had deceived all the Mongol warriors, but he had fledgled with a round of arrows into the Golden Tent, and he was furious.

Although the khan is a puppet khan, he is still nominally the Great Khan of all Mongols, and now he is wounded by the Ming army, which is a great shame for Guilichi!

"Someone! Gather the tribal leaders to send troops! Even if I chase it to the city of Beiping, I will cut Zhang Yu, a cunning and deceitful wolf, with a thousand knives! ”

(To be continued)