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Moxi large grass beach.

Dolgon's army was far away from the Chahar and did not rush to attack.

The Yellow Sect Lama walked back and forth, conveying the goodwill of Tiancong Khan to Ezhe.

As long as Ezhe is willing to surrender, Huang Taiji will not blame Chahar in the past, and will also allocate the best pasture to them in Liaodong, Ezhe is still the Great Khan of Chahar, but after joining the Jurchens, he will no longer be the 400,000 Mongol co-lords.

Ezhe hesitated, he was not as domineering as his father, and he had no ambition to revive Mongolia, but in the end, he was a descendant of the Golden Family. For decades, the Great Khan of Mongolia had times of despair, but he never humiliated Genghis Khan's reputation.

Sumen Fujin also reminded him many times that after leading his troops to return to Shun and migrate to Liaodong, the current promises are just promises after all.

One day, two days, three days, ......, Ezhe counted the days every day.

He won't give in willingly until he finishes playing the last hole card.

The Mongol tribes' reply made him less desperate than he had been a month ago. The three Khans of Mobei had nearly 50,000 cavalry, the Chahar Department had nearly 20,000 cavalry, and the Jurchen army had only 30,000 people. The Mongols never defeated the Jurchens, but the steppe was the favorite battlefield of the Mongols.

Master Kashk broke his leg when he ran back and forth, and those who practice Buddhism have no joy or sorrow, and of course they don't care about eating such a little hardship.

During the negotiations, the army stood still, and fighting between the scouts spread to every corner of the steppe.

As Ezhe dragged on and on, Dolgon was determined to make the Chahars suffer a little, expanding the scout camp to close the Chahar space, and killing and wounding a small group of Chahar cavalry.

In mid-June, Ezhe did not seem to be able to bear such pressure, narrowed the scope of scouting activities, and softened his words to Master Kashk, and promised to lead his troops back to Liaodong.

Dolgon was overjoyed and promised, "As long as Chahar is willing to move back to the Monan grassland, all the conditions can be negotiated." ”

The month-long clashes were temporarily suspended, leaving more than 500 bodies of scouts on the rocky grassy flats.

On the 20th of June, Ezhe finally relented, and Master Kashk returned to Dolgon's camp with good news.

Far away in Moxi, you can't see the war in Guihua City.

After dark, Dolgon was still talking to Master Kashk, thanking him for his hard work over the past few months.

In the night, the Chahar tribe quietly camped westward, and after seeing the dagger, Ezhe wanted to lure Dolgon deeper into the steppe.

After Ezhe relented, Dorgon ordered the scout camp to slow down. It was not until the afternoon of the next day that the Chahar garrison was empty, and the herders and livestock had disappeared.

The cavalry on the steppe galloped endlessly.

Dolgon's face was full of evil, and his brow was like an earthworm, and he personally led his troops to chase after him.

Fighting geese every year, today he was pecked by geese, and Ezhe's sudden westward flight made him understand that the previous negotiations were just a measure by the Chahars to delay the army.

The Jurchen army was dispatched with the whole battalion, no matter how good the Mongols were, the migration of the tribe could not keep up with the chasing cavalry, even if he could not destroy the Chahar, but the old people, children, women and livestock could not escape.

After sending troops for half a year, countless grains were consumed, and Huairou could not succeed, so in the end they could only meet each other.

Moxi is vast and vast, and the blind pursuit of the army is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Suppressing his anger, Dorgon ordered the entire scout camp to be dispatched.

"Find out the location of the Chahar tribe at once, and in one night, they will not be able to flee far."

With no way to find the steppe, the scattered Jurchen scouts soon met their old rivals, and the Chahar scouts were harassed and confused regardless of losses, and guerrilla was what they were best at.

The farther west the army went, the longer the grain route became.

Every ten days, a grain convoy arrives at the camp in the city of Naturalization, and the thunder strikes \u4

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EOD moves. The day of this handover lasted until the evening, and the baggage battalion did not see the grain transportation team.

Li Li, the commander of the baggage battalion, was a Han Chinese, a man of Dolgon's coat, and had been a member of the White Flag for ten years. The Jurchens began to reuse Han Chinese from Huang Taiji, but there were very few people who could achieve his position, especially in the army. In addition to being loyal to Dolgon, Li Li was very meticulous and conscientious, and he managed the baggage camp in a clear manner, so that he could take on this important task.

The delay of grain and grass is not a trivial matter, Li Li was careful every step, of course, he did not dare to delay, and immediately reported to Dolgon.

When Dolgon heard Li Li's report, he was very nervous. This time, he commanded the army to enter Moxi and was not fighting, but in two places, one was to make a forced landing on the Chahar tribe, and the other was to keep the grain route open. The former belongs to him, and the latter to Yue Tuo.

If the Chahar people break the net and flee away, after all, it will leave a hidden danger for Dajin, and it will be his failure to complete his mission. It is Yue Tuo's responsibility that there is a problem with the grain road, but it is directly related to the fate of the Moxi army.

"Immediately send light riders along the way to pick up and see if there is a delay on the road."

Niu Lu under the tent took the order and left.

The Jurchen scout camp found out that the Chahars were still migrating westward, day and night, farther and farther away from the Jurchen camp.

Dorgon did not dare to chase after him any longer.

When the morning sun rose, the cavalry who had searched for the grain convoy all night came back to resume their lives, but there was no trace of the current grain convoy.

Dolgon could not sit still, and with Yuetuo's meticulousness, he would definitely not make such a trip, and even if the grain convoy was delayed on the road, the accompanying cavalry should come to the camp first to pay a respect.

"Are there any horse thieves in Moxi?" He asked the Scout Commander who was on standby.

"Yes, Daming, Ningxia, and Shaanxi are the most rampant, but no one will go so deep into the grassland, there is no prey for them here."

"Send more men and horses, continue to search, and search all the way to the Tengger Desert!" Dorgon's heart was even more uneasy. Even horse thieves could not defeat the hundreds of Jurchen cavalry guarding the grain team, and none of them could escape.

Only two forces have this ability, the Ming Dynasty or Mobei Mongolia.

Mobei Mongolia!

Thinking of this, Dolgon gasped, if the Northern Mongols dared to intervene here, their situation was not optimistic.

The Jurchen army did not dare to go any further, and a day later, the scouts searched the roads of the Tengger Desert and there was no trace of the grain fleet, and some people crossed the desert to the Yellow River crossing.

The Chahar tribe is getting farther and farther away, and the Dolgon camp is not moving.

At most, the barracks had a month's worth of food, and every ten days of consumption, the grain transport team would make up for it, but now the grain team that should have come did not come, and it was delayed for two more days, and the military rations in his camp were only enough for eighteen days.

"What did Yue Tuo do!" Dolgon couldn't help but curse, he was now in a dilemma.

Is it just a withdrawal of troops? How can he be willing!

The Tengger Desert was covered with yellow sand, the Jurchen scouts were frantically whipping their horses, and the guards at the ferry told them that the grain transport team had never come out of the Hetao at all.

In the Moxi camp, Dolgon was alone in the big tent of the Chinese army, his face was stiff, he gritted his teeth, he didn't want his subordinates to see his gaffe.

In a few days, the shape changed greatly, and the grain transport team did not leave the Hetao, either it was ambushed by the Ming Dynasty in the Hetao grassland, or there was a situation in the Naturalization City, but no matter what, it was a fatal problem.

The officers and men in the army vaguely knew the news and talked about it.

After pondering for more than an hour, and thinking clearly about what was at stake, Dorgon summoned his generals and ordered: "Immediately withdraw the camp and withdraw the troops!" ”

The last two words are like squeezing out of your teeth. There was not much time left for him, there were still 16 days of military rations in the army, it would take ten days to walk from here to naturalization, and the army would have to be delayed for two days to cross the Yellow River.

In the depths of Moxi, the land under the feet of the migrating Chahar tribes is becoming more and more desolate, and the Holy Land Goddess Peak is in front of them, and the herdsmen can also feel her coolness in the midsummer season.

"The Jurchen scout has retreated!" Oba, the leader of the scouts, came to give a message.

Finally this moment has come!

Ezhe couldn't hide his excitement, and immediately ordered: "Gather the cavalry!" ”

The Khan Tent cavalry blew their horns, and 20,000 Chahar cavalry gathered from various tribes, which was the last strength of Chahar.

Hearing the movement outside, Harbak hurried over from the yurt, and fifty paces away, he couldn't help but shout at Ezhe: "Is the Great Khan going to pursue the Jurchens?" ”

Ezhe urged him to step forward and replied, "Exactly! Isn't that the agreement you reached with Mobei Mongolia? ”

Harbak dismounted, stopped in front of Ezhema, and dissuaded: "The Great Khan must not be, the Jurchens are good at fighting and have not lost their spirit, and Dolgon is cunning and cannot pursue." ”

Ezhe was surprised and asked, "Then how do you explain to the three khans of Mobei?" ”

Harbak was scheming and said: "The three Khans of Mobei and the Tumut department are naturalizing, and the Jurchens are already in an endless situation, and our army can follow Dolgon and act with the camera. If the Mongol tribes won, the Great Khan can come forward to clean up the mess, and if Dolgon's army breaks through, the Great Khan can't help but leave a way out for himself. ”

Ezhe passed by Harbak and raised his arms and shouted: "I am the Great Khan of Mongolia!" How can it be! ”

Halbak shouted at the back: "Great Khan, Great Khan..."

Ezhe's war horse is gone.