The original lively and luxurious royal court golden tent seemed so cold and empty at the moment, as if it had been ransacked by a group of thugs, Mao Li child stood in the big tent, looking at the empty golden tent, thinking about the previous luxury and liveliness, I couldn't help but feel a sadness in my heart, this time, I don't know when I will be able to return here.

And in the Golden Tent, all the valuables that could be carried were also taken away. The Great Khan, who was only seven years old, was being held in the arms of the nurse at the moment, staring at a pair of big black eyes, looking around blankly, everything that was familiar had disappeared without a trace, a guard who was usually respectful to him and those tribal leaders did not pay attention to him at all, only the nurse hugged him tightly, and followed closely behind the Maoli child.

"Great Khan, don't be afraid, one day, the old minister will take you back here and re-establish the Golden Horde of Dayuan, so that all the tribes of the steppe will submit to your feet, and at that time, we will definitely be ashamed of this. Got it? Mao Li turned his head, looked at the frightened sweat, and couldn't help but smile gently.

Hearing this, Magu Kergis nodded a little harder, and said in his voice, which still looked very immature, "I believe in you, the master. ”

Hearing this, Mao Li's face couldn't help but feel a little more relieved. He whispered to the guards beside him, and then to the nurse who was holding Magu Kergith. "Take the Great Khan to the car, Great Khan, the old minister sent the most powerful ironclad guards around him to protect your safety, and when the time comes, the Great Khan will break out of the encirclement with the old minister, and at that time, no one will be able to trap us."

Maori was still a little guilty in his heart, but when he faced the seven-year-old Khan Magu Korghis, his tone seemed so confident.

Seeing that Magu Kergis was carried out of the big tent by the nurse, the smile on Maori's face gradually faded, and he reluctantly glanced at the empty tent again, and clenched the handle of the scimitar in his hand. Then he gritted his teeth and turned around and walked out of the big tent. Turning over and jumping on the mount that had been prepared, he glanced at the car of the Great Khan, who was surrounded by his ironclad guards, and then ordered to the generals beside him in a deep voice: "The sky is dawn, tell the tribes to prepare to break through." ”

As soon as the words fell, the Maoli child, who was wrapped in heavy armor and wearing a typical Mongolian round helmet, suddenly felt the strange sound caused by the flow of air, and couldn't help but shout to the people around him in surprise.

Soon, however, a general with a panicked look galloped in. "Taishi, hurry up, those Dzungar rebels have already rushed over."

-------------------- "What?!" Hearing the news, Mao Li Child's brain was clouded, and he almost fell off the mount, and finally held the saddle and sat down again, Tie Qing cursed with a gritted tooth: "Those damn rebels, even if they are the dogs of the Han people, they still want to kill their own compatriots?" ”

"Spread the military order of the Taishi, and the whole army immediately broke through in the fog. Tell Angke that Ben Taishi took the Great Khan first, and ordered him to rush over and follow the old man to the north to break through. Before he could finish speaking, Mao Li had already rushed out of his horse and headed north, and in an instant, the ironclad guards behind him surrounded the Khan's chariot and poured into the white mist. And in the distance behind them, the sound of fierce fighting was faintly heard.

The light of the sword cut through the white mist, easily broke through the nitrate leather armor, chopped on the shoulder of the cavalryman of the Eastern Tumut Division who had not had time to retract the scimitar that had struck the enemy, and directly split his thick and powerful left arm from his body, accompanied by a terrible howl, the blood gushing out of it splashed on the grassland ground, steaming up a faint vapor, and blending with the white mist again.

Countless black-clad iron horsemen stood out from the dense fog and let out an earth-shattering roar, colliding violently with the cavalry of the Eastern Tumut Division, who were not to be outdone, and streams of iron rushed up, hitting again and again, and even the thick fog seemed to be violently rolled and soared.

The sound of the desolate trumpets seemed so hurried, even hasty, that the fog obscured the battlefield but also provided a powerful cover for the Dzungar raid. The roar of rage, the neighing of horses, the clashing of swords and the screeching of swords came and went, the severed blades, and the severed limbs and stumps scattered on the yellowing grass, and after a few breaths, they were trampled by the deranged heavy hooves, and it was hard to distinguish them.

The surviving officers defended themselves with their weapons and summoned their men with hoarse roars, intending to gather into a defensive line or storm formation. At this moment, in this thick fog, no one knows who can take the advantage, and more is to rely on the courage and martial skills of the soldiers to fight.

Boyan Timur was also wearing heavy armor, with a blue face, and under the support of a large group of guards, he led the five thousand iron cavalry of the Chinese army to slowly press over. Most of the generals around him had already led their respective armies to kill the enemy in front, but there were still a few commanders left by Boyan's side.

"Those damn Han people, let us go and kill each other, but they are waiting to pick up the ready-made credit." A commander looked back at the place with a bitter hatred on his face, and in the rear, the surging black ridge that was faintly visible in the thick fog was the elite of the Gansu town border army led by the general army of Gansu Town, not so much in the back, but as to monitor or urge the Dzungars to kill each other more ruthlessly with their steppe compatriots.

"Golmud, Hugh is talking nonsense!" Hearing the jailing of his subordinates, Boyan Timur turned his face and shouted coldly, the commander could only shut his mouth stupidly, but the expression on his face was still full of unwillingness and resentment.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the generals and looking at the rows of grassland warriors who were silently moving forward, Boyan Timur's heart was both relieved and bitter.

The warriors of the Ross are still as fierce and good at fighting as before, but now, they have lost the freedom and pride of the past, and are forced to become the eagle dogs of the people they once trampled underfoot, and must obey the will of the other party to wield their swords for their own survival.

If you don't go to Zhu Qizhen as a thug and prove that you still have some use, then, it is very likely that the Zhuluo clan will be abandoned by Zhu Qizhen, after all, what Zhu Qizhen needs is a grassland that can obey his will, not to say who to compensate for taking care of his feelings.

Boyan Timur knew very well what kind of person Zhu Qizhen was, just as Zhu Qizhen knew himself, and knew what price he was willing to pay in order for the Zhuluo clan to continue to survive on the prairie and not perish.

The important thing is that Boyan Timur believes in Zhu Qizhen's credibility, he knows Zhu Qizhen very well, as long as he can do his best to obey Zhu Qizhen's will, then Zhu Qizhen will at least give the Zhuros clan a chance to breathe in the prairie.

-------------------- it is really strange to say that the strength of the prairie is actually not inferior to the army of the Ming Dynasty that stepped on the prairie, but now, it has become a plate of scattered sand, not only guarding against each other being annexed by each other, but also killing each other.

This cannot but be said to be a helpless and absurd irony. And the root cause of all this calamity, in addition to his brother who was too arrogant, cruel and murderous, and greedy after he first took power, he Zhu Qizhen, an insidious person, could not get rid of it, if he hadn't secretly fueled the troubles, the situation in the prairie would not have been so erosive.

But what if you think about it too much? Over there, the old dog of Ah Ra is also fighting frantically for the interests of their lord Erqing clan in the prairie in the future, and isn't he also fighting to be able to give the Juros clan more say in the prairie in the future?

Now, all he can do is to leave behind the unwillingness and regret of the past, and let the warriors of the Syros clan fight hard for the future of their clan.

Thinking of this, Boyan Timur took a deep breath, turned his head, and gave an order to the commander who had just complained: "Golmud, take your people, rush forward, we are the Lords Clan, we must defeat the enemies who stand in our way before the Lord Erqing, and we must be the first to set foot on the Golden Horde Court of the Pseudo-Khan, so as to prove that our Lords are still the most powerful clan in this steppe, understand?" ”

Hearing the words of Boyan Timur, Golmud viciously pulled out the war knife at his waist, roared loudly, and galloped forward, and more than a thousand elite Ross iron horsemen, like a black tide, rushed towards the bloody battlefield in front of him.

"Submit to the will of the Han people and let the aliens kill each other on the steppes in the hope of obtaining the right of the Han empire to allow them to live on this land, such a war. In the history of the Chinese nation, it has appeared, but it has disappeared for nearly a thousand years. Zhu Qizhen stood on the high platform, watching the thick fog gradually dissipate, revealing the bloody battlefield like Shura's hell, and couldn't help but sigh leisurely.

"Your Majesty, what you said is true?" Qian Zhong, who was heavily armed and vigilantly guarding Zhu Qizhen's side, heard Zhu Qizhen's emotion and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"Naturally it's true, the dynasty of His Majesty is the Tang Dynasty, and it was an era when even the children of the royal family of different races were willing to be the bedguards of the emperor of the Han family......" Yang Jun, who was also standing beside Zhu Qizhen, also showed a leisurely look of fascination, but then Yang Jun said: "But I believe that the future Ming Dynasty will definitely be far away from the Han and Tang Dynasties!" ”

Hearing Yang Jun's words, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but smile on his face, smiling so freely and sincerely......

(To be continued)