Amur was taken away.

The Chahar Iron Rider was like a dark cloud in the sky surging outside the Naturalization City, wave after wave, and the dark cloud was connected with the forest in the distance. This is what the sky looked like before the storm on the steppe.

Toquebo and Geriltu stood at the head of the city, three feet apart, and they could feel the fear in each other's hearts.

As soon as he rode from afar, the black armor indicated that the man was at least a hundred. The Chahars captured a lot after defeating Modong, but iron armor was still a rarity in the steppe. In order to weaken the Mongols, the Manchus inherited the strategy of the Ming Dynasty and strictly controlled the exit of iron tools, even the Modong Mongols.

"The Great Khan of Mongolia asked Tokbo of the Tumut tribe to come out and speak."

Tokbo stood at the head of the city and bowed, "Tokbo is here" his forehead touched the earth and stones of the naturalized city, and a few patches of dust stained his thick head.

The Chahar warrior's expression was grim, and he shouted: "The Great Khan ordered you to go out of the city to speak"

Tokbo turned his head to look at Geriltu, whose gaze remained on the vast array of Chahar cavalry outside the city.

"I didn't protect Amur, please forgive the Great Khan, but Tumut is by no means an enemy of the Great Khan." Tokbo's hoarse voice was a mistake he made. He took Wang Yi to Chahar, for his prestige in Tumut was higher than that of Gežiltu.

The Mongol tribes of the steppe knew Tokbo when they spoke of Tumut, but many of the elders of the tribes did not know Gezhiletu. It's a qualification.

The Chahar warriors under the city replied sharply: "The Great Khan has sent a message, either Tumut will hand over the Amur within a quarter of an hour, or ask Tokbo to go out of the city and plead guilty, otherwise the city will be ruined, and there will be no Tumut men who are taller than the axle left." ”

There was a commotion in the city, and how much hatred it would take to say such a thing. Tumut replied with a scolding voice, although the Tumut people are weak, but the most unconvincing in the grassland is Chahar.

Amur can't be recovered. Tokbo's heart chilled. Didn't Zuo Ruo think that Ezhe would take revenge on Tumut? Even if the naturalized city corpses are all over the field, the governor of Shaanxi in the Ming Dynasty will not turn back.

"Gřiltu, I'll go out of the city to see Ezhe, and if he kills me to vent his anger, Tumut will be handed over to you," Tokbo turned around and bent down toward Gřiltu, "Please bring Tumut to the day when the Great Khan returns." ”

The Great Khan had been imprisoned by the Manchus for five years, and he had a premonition that the Great Khan was about to return.

"Tokbo" Geriltu looked ashamed, ashamed of the selfish thoughts he had just had. His right arm was forced, and the Qi knife came out of its sheath with a cold roar, and a little light flashed in Tokbo's black eyes.

"You can't go out, if Ezhe really wants to do this, let the feud between Tumut and Chahar be settled today."

Totokebo pressed Gezhiletu's hand: "Tumut is the Tumut of the Great Khan, not yours or mine, and we have no right to say so." ”

He was twelve years older than Gřiltu, and his muscles and bones were aging, and Gřiltřetu was in the prime of life, but Gřiltu's hand holding the knife was pressed by him and could not move

"Ezhe won't kill me" Tokbo was confident, he let go of his right hand, turned and walked down the city.

Griletu held on to the head of the city, he wanted to chase, but he couldn't move.

A moment later, the cavalry outside the southern city gate retreated like a tide, and rode away to meet the ten thousand horsemen.

"Ezhe won't kill you," Geriletu smiled a little lonely. A quarter of an hour ago, he had hoped that Tocquebo would be reduced to ashes in the anger of Ezhe, and at this moment, he only hoped that Tocquebo would come back safely.

Tokbo's lonely figure was overwhelmed by the Chaharwan cavalry, and the Tumuts in the city were preparing for the defense of the city. They imitated the Han people's method of defending the city, some carried large stones and rolling logs to the city, and some lit firewood to boil the sewage in the iron pot.

Not counting the captured cavalry of the Eastern Mongols, the Chahar cavalry was also four times that of the Tumuts, and they had a fatal flaw. The Mongols relied on livestock for their survival, and livestock needed pasture, and there were only shops in the naturalized city, and there was no pasture.

Perhaps this was why Tokbo was willing to go out of the city to meet the Chahars.

The Chahars retreated, but the scout cavalry stayed five or six miles outside the city to closely monitor the gates of the city on all sides.

Geriletu stood at the head of the city, clutching a piece of weathered earth and stone in his hand. His rough fingers grinded unconsciously, and little by little the stone turned into rubble in his palm.

Two quarters of an hour later, the black clouds wandering south of the city seemed to be swept towards the Naturalization City by a sudden wind, and the sound of the hooves of the iron horsemen shook the sand and dust in the cracks in the stone of the Naturalization City.

The Chahar cavalry stopped at three hundred paces outside the city.

It was still the Chahar warrior who came out of the ranks just now and shouted: "Tokbo can't come back, send Amur back within half a month, otherwise, you will wait to receive his rank." ”

"From now on, east of Liangcheng is the pasture of Chahar, and if the Tumut people dare to cross the border, we will leave your **."

The hot summer wind slowly swept away the terrifying Chahar from west to east. Until a banner was no longer visible in sight, Geriltu ordered the scouts to go out of the city to track the whereabouts of the Chahar army.

Two hours later, the scouts returned with the exact news: "The Chahars have withdrawn." ”

Gezhiletu urgently sent people to the Hetao. He would love to make a trip himself, but Tokbo was gone, and Naturalization City couldn't afford to be without another Commander.

Tokbo didn't see Ezhe, and on the grass in front of the tent, he was thrown to the ground by several Chahar warriors who suddenly rushed up.

A sharp scimitar stood in front of his throat, and several people tied him like a rice dumpling. At some point, he thought he was going to die. Until he was tied to a sturdy warhorse, he knew that he would have to worry about his life for the time being.

As the Chahars set out on their return journey, Zoruo angered Ezhe, and the enraged Mongol Khan had no choice but to vent his anger on Tokbo.

The Chahar army did not stop at the side of Liangcheng anymore, but went all the way east, through the lush Monan grassland, and went straight to Zhangjiakou.

More than a dozen Chahar cavalry were on the road to escort Tokbo, and some brought him bread when he was hungry, and some came to feed him water when he was thirsty.

Ezhe hadn't figured out what to do with him, and whenever he wanted to discuss things with someone, he would think of the fallen Amur, and his hatred for Tokbo would be even heavier.

Four days later, the army arrived outside Zhangjiakou, where the Chahar Khan tent came to wait for the envoys of the Qing court.

The army was stationed in the Zhangba grassland for two days, and the Manchu mission left the fortress from the Xuanfu Great Wall.

The ropes on Amur's hands and feet were loosened, and he was chained to the door of a small tent not far from the sweat tent, where a dozen Chahars watched him.

He saw the Chahar cavalry swarming like the wildest herd of horses on the steppe, and the Manchu mission was caught in it and walked into the Chahar camp. The messenger was not like the rude and tough Jurchen he had seen in the city of naturalization, that man had a fair face and a light body, like a man ,......, a Jurchen Baylor who died in naturalization.

To make it is the yellow flag Sony.

Ezhe wore a gray coarse cloth riding coat, and two bronzed muscular arms were hugged around his chest. Without Amur in the middle, he and Sonny are not used to each other's appearances when they meet.

"Meet the Great Khan" Sonny bent down and saluted, neither humble nor arrogant, and Ezhe's arrogant demeanor made him very uncomfortable.

"Sony, did you bring the jade seal of the country?"

Sonny said: "In Xuanfu, after the Great Khan and my Great Qing Alliance swore to Changshengtian to quit the army, I immediately ordered someone to send the jade seal over. ”

Ezhe frowned, raised his head and asked, "When will the Zhangjiakou Bazaar open?" I want to trade my horse for some iron armor. ”

Sonny smiled lightly, "Wait until after the alliance." When he laughed, he was like a harmless lamb.

"When will we meet?" Ezhe couldn't wait, without Amur, he would continue the planned path. Chahar did not depend on any one of his subordinates to survive, and without Amur, he could fight to the death against Dorgon in the Hetao and Naturalization.

"If the Great Khan Wishes, He Can Do It Today"

Ezhe is like a restless bull: "Who will the Qing court send to meet the alliance, you?" ”

Sonny seemed to be frightened by Ezhe, took a step back, and said, "The regent ordered me to form an alliance with the Great Khan Shang Council on behalf of the Great Qing Dynasty, isn't it okay?" ”

"You?" Ezhe laughed, "What qualifications do you have to ally with me, Dolgon can't come in person, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty must at least have a prince, when I Chahar is Korqin?" ”

In order to win over Chahar, the Ming Dynasty sent four thousand pairs of armor and Qi knives, and Zuoruo, the governor of Shaanxi, was the second person in the Ming army. In contrast, the Qing court only sent Sony, which was indeed not weighty enough and lacked sincerity.

Seeing Ezhe's arrogant smile, Sony couldn't help but think of Gege who died tragically in the grassland.

Before leaving, the Queen Mother explained that when the Qing Dynasty was currently in danger, she must take the word "forbearance" first. The Queen Mother's father died in the Hetao, she can endure it, who else can't bear it in the Manchu Dynasty?

He forced a smile and said, "The Great Khan did not make this request before, so I will go back and tell the regent." ”

"There is another one," said Ezhechai, "I heard that many Modong Mongolian tribes have fled to Liaodong to seek refuge recently, and I ask the Qing Dynasty not to meddle in my Mongolian affairs."

"This, I'm afraid ......" Sony couldn't laugh anymore. The Queen Mother is from Horqin, and there are also many warriors from the Eastern Desert Tribes in the Mengba Banner, how can the Qing Dynasty push the defeated remnants of Horqin to Chahar.

"Great Khan, Horqin has been defeated, please let them live." Saying such a thing, Sony felt a wave of shame welling up in his head.

Ezhe snorted heavily.

Modong Mongolia can't touch it, and the Tumuts can't touch it, so where will Chahar expand its strength?

He didn't want to talk too much to Sonny and wait for the Manchus to send a weighty prince here to continue to talk about these details.

Before he came, he had just heard that there was a conflict between Chahar and the Han and Tumut tribes, and the Chahar army had even surrounded Guihua City, but he didn't expect Ezhe to be so rude.

If the three factions of the grassland cannot unite, it is not so terrible. Shangsanqi stood in the position of the queen mother and would never give up the Modong Mongol allies.

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