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The sound of killing on the edge of the Tumo River shook the sky, and the Chahar army that was close at hand did not react, and did not even appear to wait for scouts to investigate the news. Anyone who is a little sensible can guess what is going on, but in the battle between the two armies, at the moment of life and death, no one has time to think too much.

Chechen Khan and his eldest son died after naturalization, leaving only the nine-year-old youngest son in the royal bloodline. Although Arukharka was forced to submit to Chahar, in the hearts of many of his tribes, the little prince pinned their hopes on him. Gřiletu's eyes roamed around, and he saw a young man on horseback with a scimitar in his hand, biting his lip, moving left and right in the chaos under the protection of three or four retinues.

"That's him!" He drew his bow and arrow, the tip of which was pointed at the young man's throat. After thinking for a moment, he put down his bow and arrows again, and if it was later found out that the boy had died under his arrows, he had no doubt that Ezhe would definitely take down his rank and give Alu Khalkha to vent his anger.

The Jurchens were red-eyed, the Tumuts retreated to the rear, and the remnants of the Alukhalka desperately fought into the battlefield, and the two warring sides actually changed opponents. At this time, the people who were still following the prince of Arukharka were all diehards of the Chechen Khan, who regarded the prince's life as more important than their own, and frantically entered the camp to protect the little prince in the middle of it, trying to break out of the siege.

"Shoot them!" In the direction of Gezhiletu's fingers, the bows and arrows of the Tumuts were treated indiscriminately, and the Arukharkas who were not protected by armor died more under their arrows.

"Get out! Escort the prince to escape! The heart-rending cries of the Arukharkhas who were blocking the rear. Seventy or eighty cavalry surrounded the little prince and broke out of the encirclement. The pursuing Jurchens also seemed to understand what was going on, and no longer pursued the Arukharkhas and killed the Tumuts who were hiding behind.

Seeing the Alukharkhas fleeing, Geriletu hesitated again and again, and finally gave the order to retreat. Tumut's light cavalry suddenly increased, disappearing into the sparse jungle-covered grassland, leaving the pursuing Jurchens behind.

The Tumo River, where thirty or forty thousand people had gathered, seemed to suddenly become empty, and the Arukharkhas fled twenty or thirty miles westward, only to see a cavalry of five or six hundred men rushing out from behind the grassy slope, with swords out of sheaths and arrows in hand.

"What's going on? What to give birth to? It was as if I heard the sound of fighting. "For the Chahar cavalry commander jumped out of the horse.

"We were attacked by the Jurchens!" The war of talent is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words, and the Alukharkhas who escaped from the battlefield are still gasping for breath, and they only have time to say such a sentence.

"Where are the Jurchens? The prince is all right! "After the cavalry commander rode out of a yellow-headed Mongol.

When the Arukharkat heard the sound, he looked up and saw that he did not recognize him. There were tens of thousands of people in Chahar, and it was not surprising that someone had never seen him, and he saw that the man spoke in a direct tone, probably a tribal leader of no low status.

"Immortal Heaven is merciful, I will desperately escort the prince out!" Thinking back to the battle just now, the Arukharkhas felt like they had a nightmare.

**The ten-man cavalry dispersed, releasing a passage, and the little prince of the Chechen Khan came out of the urging horse, his lips still bleeding, and his eyes fell on Che Feng's face.

"Meet the Prince!" The car dismounted, walked to the little prince's horse, and looked up at the young man. His father died in his own hands, and so did Baylor, and now he will die in his own hands, and if he had never dreamed a few years ago that he would have done so many earth-shattering things.

The little prince's eyes were guarded, and he didn't know whether he was scared or nervous, and his hands trembled slightly.

Che Feng gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the leather robe on the young man's waist with a fierce force, and in an exclamation, the little prince fell off the horse.

"What are you going to do!" A few paces away, the sound of the scimitar unsheathed and the roar of rage mingled.

"Shoot!" An order came from behind the wind.

Whining arrows flew over the head of the car, and after a while, the opposite side was covered with blood, the war horse lay on the ground and wailed, and everyone in the remnants of Alukarkha was full of holes.

"Are you scared?" Che Feng grabbed the little prince by the collar and slowly pulled out the scimitar.

The young man's teeth creaked, and he didn't say a word.

"After this day, you will not be afraid. Even if I hadn't killed you today, the Chahars wouldn't have let you live in a few years! Che Feng muttered to himself in an inaudible voice, and the sharp blade cut the young man's throat, "You are the son of the Great Khan, this is your inescapable fate!" The boy twitched in his hand, blood flowing down the tip of the knife into the grass.

The Chahars went up in turn to examine the bodies and confirmed that all of them were dead. The cavalry commander looked at the stunned chariot and said, "Che commander, I'll leave it to you here!" ”

Feeling that the body of the young man in his hand was slowly losing his vitality, the car woke up like a dream, and replied: "Got it, you go!" The Chahar cavalry suddenly disappeared as if it had appeared suddenly, and the wind carried the little prince's still warm body across the horse's back and rushed towards the western steppe.

The Jurchen grain convoy was getting closer and closer to the Tumo River, and the cavalry of Geriletu hovered around like flies that could not be dispersed. The Jurchens occasionally sent cavalry in pursuit while walking, and as long as the Tumuts did not flee, it would only become their dish.

When the sun walked in the sky, the Tumochuan grassland was galloping, and the Chahar cavalry covered the sky and the wilderness. Ge Le Tucai and the Jurchen in close combat, were pursued like a lost dog, led the remnants of the army to flee head-on, and ran directly to the banner of Ezhe.

"Great Khan help!" Geriltu knelt in front of Ezhema. The Jurchen cavalry who were chasing closely saw the sudden appearance of the Mongol army and were also secretly afraid, and quietly retreated to be on guard.

"What's the matter? Why did the Jurchens raid my Chahar camp? Ezhe seemed to have unspeakable anger.

"Early this morning, I led my troops to patrol the border of Tumochuan, and was pursued by the Jurchens, not only killing my Tumerts, but also slaughtering a tribe in Chahar on the way." These words are all spoken to others, and the parties understand what is going on in their hearts. No matter who the little prince died at, the crime must be borne by the Jurchens. With the participation of the Tumuts, Ezhe can push away his suspicions, and only Zhai Zhe can convince the Tumuts to do what he wants to do but dare not do.

"The little prince is dead!" A mournful cry sounded in the northern grasslands, and Ezhe frowned. The young man's body was found in the camp where the Jurchens had trampled and wrapped in white cloth and sent to the front of the two armies.

"Did you kill this person?" The Chahar cavalry approached the grain convoy carrying the body of the little prince, and the white cloth covered the little prince's face, and no one could see who was among them.

The Jurchens have long knives out of their sheaths, how can they bow their heads in front of the lowly Mongols? Besides, they did kill and raid the Chahar camp today, is there anything to make a fuss about killing a few Mongols?

"So what, if you hadn't attacked me first, how could you have summoned an unwarranted disaster!"

Ezhe had waited for this to be heard by the thousands of Arukharkhas who had followed. As for the reason, who cares? As long as the young son of the Chechen Khan died at the hands of the Jurchens, the matter was over.

"Kill them and avenge the little prince!" There was agitation among the Chahar cavalry, and the Alukharka crowd was raging.

"Kill them!" Ezhe waved his hand.

The face of the yellow flag with a yellow flag changed greatly, and he shouted: "Aren't you afraid of the iron cavalry of the Qing Dynasty? He was greeted by a dense rain of arrows.

Seeing the banners of the cavalry constantly pouring out of the grassland, Najia La'e really roared: "Break through! "The good thing is that they are very close to the Victory Castle.

Ezhe watched the Jurchen cavalry flee in a hurry, and silently thought in his heart: "You helped me once, I helped you cut off the grain channel, and the rest can only rely on yourself!" ”

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