"Old Prime Minister, the prisoners of war they handed over to us are all from the grassland headquarters, and we asked for the prisoners of war from the Ross Clan, but they refused on the grounds that they wanted to hand them over to the current Tyan Timur, the head of the Rous clan." A Dzungar tribal leader opened the tent and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, the leaders of the tribes, who had already experienced a bloody battle and were already tired, and were gathering in the big tent to rejoice that they would survive in the end, heard this, and they couldn't help but look at Na Ara's face.

"The Rose Clan has been our mortal enemy, and now that Ah Lost Timur is dead, among the Rose Clan, there is only Boyan Timur. Na Boyan Timur has always been close to the emperor of the Han people, and if the strength is expanded, it will be a great disadvantage for us. The patriarch of the Huite tribe, Amur, couldn't help but stand up and shout.

"No, we have to go to the Emperor Taishang of the Han people to comment on it." One of the tribal leaders stood up with a look of disgruntle, but when he saw the sarcastic gaze that Ara's had thrown at him, he couldn't help but froze.

Ah Ra retracted his gaze, sighed lightly and said, "So what, hmph, if this matter is not authorized by the Emperor, how can those Ming army generals do this?" ”

"The Dzungar Department has collapsed, the strength of the grassland headquarters has been greatly damaged, and now, we can only take refuge under the command of the Emperor Taishang, who can allow us to get replenishment from the prisoners of war, which can be regarded as a gesture of goodwill to us, if there are any more excessive demands, no one knows whether he will have other reactions. Don't forget, today's Ming army is no longer the Ming army of the past. At this time, the Great Elder Batu coughed twice, and his hoarse and old voice echoed in the big tent.

Hearing this, everyone who originally seemed a little angry couldn't help but be a little silent, yes, now the combat strength of the Ming army, they are staring at two eyes, and what they saw with their own eyes, such fierce artillery fire, as well as the tenacious and terrifying morale and combat effectiveness of those soldiers, even now, in retrospect, if it was not the Harashen Department that attacked them, but their own army, then the end, I am afraid it will not be much better.

"It's only been a long time, and those Han armies have actually become so strong, and what is even more terrifying is their artillery, which is definitely the terrible demon that our grassland warriors are most unwilling to face." One of the clan leaders' tones was rather somber.

"Hmph, those Han people have always been like this, after being strong for a while, they will slowly weaken, what are we afraid of, in the past, we Mongols have not conquered all the strong enemies one by one, our ancestors can, we can too." At this time, there will naturally be those who jump out to cheer up.

Hearing this, it finally made everyone present feel a little more comforted in their hearts, yes, once those Han people have no opponents, they will begin to turn the spearhead to their own people, the past history is like this, and the current history is the same.

Therefore, they believe that the future Han people will definitely decline, and at that time, the grassland will inevitably still belong to them, and even the Central Plains may become their place for horse grazing.

-------------------- just when they were still reminiscing about the past and yearning for the glory of the future, a sudden news interrupted their Yiyin, because Zhu Qizhen, the envoy of His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, came to visit.

"Yang Jun, the commander of the Emperor's army, has seen the old general Ala." Yang Junmai stepped into the big tent, swept some of the people who had already stood up in the tent, and finally his eyes fell on the face of Ah Ra who had a smile on his face.

"Don't dare to be, I've seen King Xiao Yang, the prestige of King Xiao Yang was like thunder in the past, and now it's a battle, which is an eye-opener for me, and I have to accept it." Ah Ra smiled and bowed to Yang Jun.

"Hehe, it's not because of His Majesty the Emperor, otherwise, Yang Mouyan would have the record he has today." Yang Jun raised his eyebrows, and continued: "By the will of His Majesty the Emperor, I order the soldiers and horses of the Dzungar tribes to be the vanguard, and together with my Ming elite, they will go to the court of the puppet Khan......

Ah Ra's eyes couldn't help but narrow into two lines, looking at Yang Jun who was still talking there, and couldn't help but feel an unconcealable anger in his heart. "King Xiao Yang, I originally wanted to obey His Majesty's will, but now that the troops have been war-torn and the soldiers are exhausted, I still hope that King Xiao Yang will give it to His Majesty the Emperor and talk about our difficulties."

When Yang Jun heard this, he couldn't help but show a few incomprehensible smiles on his face, and asked lightly: "......What does the old general mean?"

"The subordinates want to stay here first, and when we settle the people in the tribe, we will definitely be the forerunner of the kingdom." Ah Ra swore with a smile on his face.

"The old general has a heart." Yang Jun's eyebrows were raised again, like two snow-bright war knives unsheathed. "In that case, then I will allow you two days to settle and deal with affairs, and after two days, you must set off to advance our army."

"Two?" The smile on Ara's face froze and she took a deep breath. "General Yang, is the period of two days too tight?"

"That is, we still have a lot of warriors who have not been treated, the tribe has not been settled, and the cattle and sheep of the tribe also need manpower, we are leaving with you, so who will graze for us?" At this moment, another tribal leader stood up and shouted angrily.

“…… Yes, why should we give you our lives? "More and more tribal leaders are clamoring and shouting there.

"Shut up!" Yang Jun shouted violently, and it exploded in the big tent like a thunderstorm, which immediately made the momentum of those tribal leaders who were excited about it stagnate.

"Why, our Da Ming just saved your life, and you are thinking about being ungrateful now?" Not to be outdone, Yang Jun glared at the dozens of unkind-looking Dzungar leaders in the tent, and as his body shook, the shiny armor pieces made a light collision sound, and his big hand pressed on the handle of the war knife at his waist, his expression was so arrogant and domineering.

"Please be cautious with the general." Amur surveyed the tunnels on the sidelines. However, his words did not have any effect, and Yang Jun's face became more and more cold. "The will of His Majesty the Emperor has already been brought, but as for whether to listen to it or not, you are just thinking about it. Leave! ”

Looking at the arrogant back of Yang Jun, many leaders couldn't help but exhale, but no one dared to stand up and block Yang Jun's way.

Looking at the curtain that was still shaking, the original angry shouts gradually fell silent, and everyone turned their unwilling eyes to Na Ara.

"Prime Minister, those Han people are really deceitful too much, how can they do this to us, if we don't invite them over, how can they have the opportunity to step into the grassland?" One of the tribal leaders thrust the half-drawn scimitar back into its sheath with a look of indignation.

Hearing this, Ah Ra couldn't help but glance at this person, but there was no appreciation and encouragement in his eyes, only a kind of helplessness and disdain, like seeing a mentally handicapped relative in his thirties who was still dragging a snot dragon with a lollipop.

"What do you think will happen to us if the old man doesn't ask Daming for help?" Amur was familiar with this person, and when he saw him talking like this, he couldn't help but snort coldly. "Those Ming troops, come late, who can still have a life for me, and we will fight to the death, the grassland headquarters must only be a miserable victory, at that time, the Han army will flock to, hum, the grassland headquarters coalition army that will inevitably suffer heavy casualties and be tired of people and horses, I am afraid that there will not even escape."

“…… They helped us because the Han people wanted to follow the example of their ancestors who tried to rule the grassland. In the end, Great Elder Batu's words made everyone fall into a kind of sluggishness, even despair.

If it had been ten years ago, no, even more than two years ago, hearing such an analysis, they would have only turned their noses up and even spat at this old guy to show disdain. But now, the steppe is no longer united, and after the death of Naye, the Dzungar Department that was originally united also collapsed, and before those Ming people set foot in the grassland, the grassland was already full of smoke, with countless casualties.

In today's grassland, it can be clearly said that no tribal group has the ability to unify the entire grassland, perhaps the previous grassland headquarters has this strength, but after the first battle of Qi'erhai, the last powerful force has been crippled.

And the words of the Great Elder Batu made everyone shocked to find that this seemed to be the truth of the facts...... After a long silence, everyone understood that now, the Dzungar Ministry could only obey the will of His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and only then could there be a trace of survival.

"We, the warriors of the grassland, will become the lackeys and minions of the Emperor Taishang of the Han people, which really makes me feel breathless." A tribal leader slammed the wine-stained silver bowl in his hand on the table.

"No matter how much you hold back, you have to continue to hold on, don't forget, there are fifty or sixty thousand Ming troops watching us, what can we do? Behind us are our people, our children, and our hope for the future. Ah Ra walked around the desk and stood in the center of the big tent, his lone wolf-like gaze sweeping over every face present, and his voice revealed an indescribable ruthlessness.

"The grassland of the future will definitely be ours, but now, we must be wronged for the sake of the future, otherwise, it is very likely that our tribes will not even be able to pass on their surnames." Dropping these words, Ah Ra stepped out of the camp tent, raised his head, and looked at the Ming army camp in the northwest direction, near the Qi'er sea, looking at the military camp with noise and cheers, and looking at the Ming scouts who were still vigilantly roaming around the Dzungar camp.

Ah Ra couldn't help but smile bitterly, and knew very well in his heart that how could His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty make the same mistake again, and he drove the Dzungar Department as his striker, naturally he wanted to make the blood feud between the Dzungar tribes and other tribes in the steppe deeper and deeper, and at that time, the Dzungar Department still wanted to become the king of the steppe, and the only way was to let all the tribes die out in the past and be buried in the fat soil.

As soon as he thought of this, Ah Ra already understood that Zhu Qizhen's purpose was not really to make the grassland headquarters extinct, but to make the entire grassland completely divided, and there would be no chance of unification.

"Zhu Qizhen, I knew that there would be today, when I was under the Bauhinia Pass, the old man should have insisted on persuading you to kill you first......" Ah Ra couldn't help but sigh. When you were in that Yutai Ridge, if the old man hadn't hesitated, you would have died a long time ago, if that were the case......"

Ala's voice grew lower and lower, and eventually, as if his somewhat gloomy back, it was swallowed up in the night.

-------------------- "This is the court of the former Warat?" Zhu Qizhen stood on the back of his mount, looking at the almost ruins, only a cloud of ashes remained, only the sparse herdsmen grazing around, and the prosperous and extravagant Tile Thorn Royal Court was no longer in the past.

Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but sigh like this, his eyes were looking for the places he was familiar with in his memory in the past, but now he couldn't connect those things with those luxurious buildings or tents in his memory. It was a bleak and desolate sight.

"I can't imagine that it's like this, it seems, here, I don't know how many sins I have suffered." By Zhu Qizhen's side, Shi Heng, the general of Zhenshuo, stroked the long beard that was over his abdomen, frowned slightly, and said in agreement.

"Hmph, you deserve it, these Tartars should have suffered such retribution a long time ago." And the chief soldier of Gansu Town, Yin Tianze, viciously spat on the gray and black indistinguishable soil on the ground, his voice was full of bitter hatred and a kind of unwillingness, this unwillingness, of course, came from the heart, like the land of the Central Plains, I don't know how many evil things I have done, I actually died like this, died in the hands of my own people, not under the sword of the Ming soldiers, I can't help but say that this is a strong unwillingness and regret.

Many of the generals present were just as he thought, at least, Yang Jun and Na Shi Biao also had a look of gloom and regret. It is indeed a pity that I can't personally cut off the head of the one who has ravaged the northern Xinjiang of the Ming Dynasty for more than ten years, causing the defeat of the Ming Dynasty and the shame of being trapped in the capital division.

Seeing the expressions of these generals, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth slightly. "Ladies and gentlemen, that is already in the clouds, the court of Warat has become a broken wall, the original one heart, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Warat has collapsed, and the internal war is full of gunsmoke, which is a great benefit to my Ming, why bother to be stupid again?"

"I don't know where they're taking the prisoners of war now." Zhu Qizhen turned over and jumped off his mount, and slowly walked through the ruins of the Tile Thorn Royal Court, as he spoke. "There's nothing wrong with the road."

(To be continued)