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"My lord, run away!" The shouts of the pro-soldiers were heartbreaking.

Amur's eyes were red, and he looked around, and the rapid suppression of torches from the periphery towards the ferry, and the shouts of the Tumuts resounded in the four fields.

The two months of running away destroyed the confidence of the Chahars, and with Lin Dan Khan having crossed the river, the Chahar cavalry had no intention of fighting and fled in all directions.

The general trend has gone, Amur sighed, turned his horse's head and retreated to the direction of the Yellow River.

The crossing of Junzijin has become a hell for the Chahars, and the Tumuts only know how to kill, to kill in silence, and to kill in shouting, and they want to return all the revenge of the destruction of their homes to the Chahars. The herders panicked and were pinned down to the banks of the Yellow River.

The crowd on the way forward is crowded, "Get out of the way!" The soldiers slashed down the herdsmen who were standing in front of him, and Amur's lips moved, but he did not speak.

"Shoot!" Gřiletu's voice was hoarse.

The sound of the bowstring sounded, and the long arrow flew towards the rolling Yellow River, where there was a sound, there was a target.

The repression and anguish of the Tumut horse thieves under the command of Che Feng were like mad tigers, and those people lost all their families in the war of the Chahar people's westward migration. But even if they kill all the Chahars, what they once lost will not be able to be regained.

There were no captives, except for the corpses on the ground, which were screaming in the waves of the Yellow River. Chahar cavalry with horses might still be able to swim across the river, but most of the ordinary herdsmen in the darkness would have perished at the bottom of the river.

On the big black horse, as far as Zhai Zhe's eyes could see, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the injured Tumut herdsmen were leaning on the grass with their stumps and severed arms, and their eyes could not hide their crazy excitement.

This is war!

Zhai Zhe dismounted and walked to the ferry step by step, Ji Hong and other personal soldiers surrounded the left and right with torches, and the corpses on the ground occasionally blocked the way. The closer you get to the ferry, the denser the bodies become, and by the end there is nowhere to put your feet. Blood trickled under the green grass into a trickle towards the Yellow River, and his boots were soaked without his feet.

There was also a smell of blood in the air!

"Damn war!" Zhai Zhe cursed in a low voice, only to realize that he was far less excited than he imagined.

Scattered there were only sporadic battles, with the Tumuts searching for the surviving Chahar herders.

Ge Riletu urged the horse to rush over, and shouted at Zhai Zhe from afar: "We have won!" The firelight illuminated his smile.

Zhai Zhe also raised his hands in celebration to celebrate, if this battle cannot be won, it is a complete fool.

The big black horse turned around, Zhai Zhe rushed to the rear, and the Hanzhai cavalry took the lead in blowing the horn of the army.

A column of torches rushed to the battlefield in the southern grassland, and Princess Ulan, who had just arrived, happened to bump into Zhai Zhe.

"Won!" Ulan shouted, his face looking extremely coquettish under the torches.

"Won!" Zhai Zhe struck his left chest with his right fist, signaling that he could become the support of the Tumuts.

"Thank you so much this year!" When the two horses were staggered, Princess Wulan's voice was soft, and Zhai Zhe was her most lonely and powerless, and now she finally came to the end.

"The Han and the Tumut are friends!" Zhai Zhe stretched out his right hand.

Ulan hesitated, then stretched out his right hand.

Holding his hands lightly, Zhai Zhe only felt that his hands were cold and slippery, soft as boneless.

Ulan's face was hot for no reason, he withdrew his hand, and he didn't dare to look at Zhai Zhe anymore, urging his horse to rush to the gathering place of Tumut's cavalry.

Two hours later, the Junzijin ferry was silent, and no cavalry was to be seen.

The few Chahars who were hiding in the pile of corpses and did not die listened carefully to make sure that there was no movement before they dared to crawl out one by one, whispering the names of their families. The night saved their lives, but it was impossible to save \u4 again

1netbsp; The screams of the ed6 families turned into suppressed cries, like the screams of night owls, which were especially eerie and desolate in the dark night.

As the night slowly passed, when the eastern sky was white, the tragic situation of the Junzijin Ferry finally appeared in the world, and the remnants of the Chahar people supported each other and ventured across the Yellow River to follow in the footsteps of the tribe.

The Tumut cavalry retreated to the steppes near Horingel.

Until the sky cleared, the herdsmen could not contain their excitement. Every Mongol was a good warrior, but there was a huge difference between an untrained herdsman and a battle-hardened warrior. The Chahars have been fighting for years, and the tribal warriors have long been the elite soldiers of a hundred battles. This sneak attack took advantage of the right time and place to win a bold victory.

"Now the Monan grassland is our world!" Gřiletu couldn't hide his excitement.

"It's the Jurchens!" This is the voice of the car behind him, following Zhai Zhe's side for several years, he sees the situation very clearly. Ge Riletu's expression was a little unnatural, Che Feng was canonized by Princess Ulan, but he was the commander of the Khan Tent cavalry, how could he refute his face like this.

Princess Ulan didn't care about these people's words, and ordered: "The tribe can migrate to Tumo River!" ”

After the Chahars retreated, at least the Monan pastures returned to the Tumuts. The Jurchens did not live a nomadic life like the Mongols, and they were going to return to Liaodong after all.

"Where is the Great Khan?" This is the last heart disease of Princess Ulan.

The weather was still gloomy and rainless.

Zhai Zhe came to say goodbye to Princess Wulan, the men, women and children of the Tumut people were migrating in the direction of Liangcheng, and the Han cavalry was also going back to Hanzhai.

Goodbye Zhai Zhe, Ulan's demeanor was not as natural as before, he stretched out his hand and brushed his somewhat scattered head on his forehead, and said, "The Tumut people thank the Han people for their help!" ”

"Please princess, don't forget the promise of the Great Khan!" Zhai Zhe's smile was sly.

"You'll be rewarded!"

More than 20,000 Tumut herdsmen slowly moved east, and Princess Ulan's queue walked among the herdsmen.

In the evening, a city appeared on the distant horizon, the masterpiece of the Tumuts, the largest city in the steppe, Naturalization. Ulan Zhuma looked into the distance, and the naturalization city was as silent as a ghost. She finally couldn't help but urge the red horse under her crotch to rush there, and there was a mess outside the city, and the Chahars left in a hurry, and the ground was littered with debris.

The Tumut cavalry wandered outside the city for a long time and finally left, and now the city did not belong to the Tumuts. They need to wait, for the true conqueror to deliver it into the hands of the Tumuts, this is Zhai Yan's advice to Ulan.

The Han cavalry returned to Hanzhai, and the casualties were counted by the various departments, and the Tumut horse thieves under the command of Che Feng suffered the most casualties.

"Please, the boss!" Che Feng knelt in front of Zhai Zhe.

"That's it, get up!" These horse thieves have no control over their hatred when confronted by the Chahars.

Zhai Zhe thought about it, and then instructed: "The Tumut tribe has left, you have to put more thought into leading these people!" ”

"Yes!" The wind climbed up from the ground. One thing he had in common with the Tumut horse thieves was his hatred of the Chahars.

Moxi is dry and rainless, the grassland is desolate, and after the Chahar people move there, there is no time to restore their prosperity.

Zhai Yan sighed in his heart, "The Chahar people will never come back, Lin Dan Khan is really a crazy person!" "As the nominal Han of Mongolia, he tried his whole life to unify the Mongol tribes, but he did not expect to end up pushing almost all the Mongol tribes to the Jurchens, and it seems that the sharpness of the knife is sometimes not a good thing.