Chu Yi slowly opened his mouth and said to Balsborot, who was sitting beside him with a gloomy face, "Prince Bals, are you willing to persuade your people to surrender?" ”

Sitting there, Balsborought's whole body seemed to be drained of his spirits, after all, for him, he never thought that he would suffer such a crushing defeat, and even fall into the hands of the enemy.

That's an army of 100,000, thinking of how high-spirited it was when I first entered the Central Plains, and then looking at the moment, everything is like a dream.

Balsborough really wants it to be a dream.

It's a pity that Chu Yi's voice sounded in his ears, recalling his thoughts, and the godless lady Balsborough slowly raised her head and looked at Chu Yi.

The generals present also looked at Balsborot.

Everyone is naturally no stranger to Balsborot, when they were in the capital city, everyone had seen the power of Balsborot.

But it was difficult to connect the decadent Balsborough with the Tatar prince they had seen.

However, everyone is also staring at Balsborot, if Balsborot can really persuade those Tatar soldiers to surrender, for the Ming Dynasty, at least tens of thousands of casualties can be avoided.

You must know that the trapped beasts are still fighting, and it is absolutely impossible for those Tatar soldiers to sit still and wait for death, if they really want to kill them all, the Ming side will definitely have to pay a heavy price.

Not to mention anything else, the battle losses counted not long ago alone made the hearts of many generals heavy.

Don't look at them in a battle, killing nearly 30,000 Tatar soldiers, but their own losses are not small at all.

Although it is only a preliminary statistic, the results of the statistics are still very amazing, even if they occupy the initiative and the general trend, after the first battle, the number of soldiers killed in the battle still reached 20,000.

Even if it is a conservative estimate, if you really want to strangle the remaining 40,000 or so Tatars by force, I am afraid that you will have to take the lives of another 20,000 or 30,000 Ming soldiers.

Therefore, if it is really possible to get the Tatars to surrender, it will be very good.

Balsborough took a deep breath and looked at Chu Yi and said, "If Prince Ben can make my subordinates surrender, I don't know what the Grand Steward will do with me and others." ”

If it was said that when it first fell into the hands of Chu Yi, Balsborough couldn't accept the reality for a while, then most of the time, especially seeing with his own eyes that the army he relied on was completely hopeless, it made him sober up all of a sudden.

Since there is no hope for the army to save him, then he still wants to live, and he doesn't want to die, so negotiating with Chu Yi has become Balsborough's choice.

Chu Yi was not surprised at all by Balsborough's reaction, and said with a slight smile: "How to deal with the little prince, this governor does not dare to guarantee, but my eldest son has always been benevolent, if the little prince is obedient, His Majesty will definitely not embarrass the little prince." ”

Balsborot looked at Chu Yi, as if he wanted to judge whether what Chu Yi said was true or false.

If Chu Yi made a promise to him as soon as he opened his mouth, Balsborough was afraid that he would be suspicious, but now Chu Yi said that he would listen to the arrangement of the Son of Heaven, but he believed in Chu Yi's sincerity.

However, Balsborough obviously wants to fight for better treatment, he is not a fool, he was defeated and captured this time, and the best result is that he is only afraid that he will be given a false name by the Ming Dynasty, and then imprisoned in the land of Beijing, as for wanting to return to the grassland, to be honest, Balsborough does not have much hope.

In this way, Balsborough naturally has to consider his future, and the quality of his treatment is naturally related to whether he can live a better life in the future.

Looking at Chu Yi, Balsborough said slowly: "I can help the chief manager persuade me to surrender, but I also hope that the chief manager can give me a guarantee." ”

Chu Yi said: "Oh, I don't know what guarantee the little prince wants this governor to give you?" ”

Balsborough said: "I only ask that the chief manager can intercede with the great tomorrow, so that I will be prosperous and rich for the rest of my life." ”

Chu Yi was slightly stunned, and then laughed and said, "If this is the case, the governor can agree to this matter, and all the generals present can testify." ”

Balsborough immediately nodded and said, "Okay, in that case, I will write a few letters to persuade the chief administrator to surrender." ”

Chu Yi nodded slightly, and saw Lin Pingzhi on the side bring up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Although Baalsborot is said to be a Tatar, he is proficient in the culture of the Central Plains, and although he does not write very well, he can at least write with a brush.

Soon Baalsborough wrote a letter of persuasion by hand.

Balsborot was able to command the Tatar army, and his steady control of the army was not only due to his status, but also because he had the support of elite men and close generals.

Several letters of surrender in Balsborought's hand are now addressed to his confidants and generals.

After a fierce battle, the Tatars were in no mood to set up any camps, and fell to the ground one by one, nibbling on the dry food in their hands, and looking at the night sky dejectedly.

Everyone knows that after tonight, they may be buried on this plain, and hundreds of thousands of troops around them have already surrounded them, even if they can break out of the encirclement after dawn, it is conceivable that they can really escape from the ascension to heaven, but I am afraid that there are only a few people.

The questions that these soldiers can think of are naturally very clear to these tribal patriarchs.

Several captains, a dozen chiefs of tribes with at least a few thousand troops, and a dozen people gathered in a campfire.

The flames jumped, reflecting the faces of the crowd.

The first one was the head of the Korqin tribe, Harzak.

There are still as many as 6,000 tribal warriors under Harzak, and it can be said that among the people present, it is definitely the largest number of people under him, so Harzak was publicly pushed out by everyone as a temporary leader.

One of the captains, Mato, looked at Harzak and said, "Harzak, everyone elected you to come out and make up your mind, but you should tell me how we can rescue the prince." ”

In this case, he is still bent on rescuing Balsborough, needless to say, Mato is naturally Balsborough's henchman.

As soon as Mato spoke, several of Balsborough's henchmen also opened their mouths in unison, staring at Harzak.

But a tribal patriarch glanced at Mato and frowned, "Captain Matowan, the prince has fallen into the hands of the Ming people, and now we are still unable to protect ourselves, how can we rescue the prince from the hands of the Ming people?" ”

The meaning of this patriarch's words could not be clearer, everyone is in a state of difficulty at this time, what else can they save Balsborot.

The same patriarchs opened their mouths in unison, sneering at Mato and the others.

Seeing this, Mato and the others, as Baalsborot's henchmen, almost picked up their scimitars and cut them down.

Halzak saw that the two sides went from arguing to fighting, and they couldn't help but slash on the bonfire, and suddenly the sparks in the sky scattered and roared: "When is it, you are still in the mood to quarrel." ”

If they had reached an agreement earlier on whether to go or stay, they might have already broken out of the encirclement of the Ming army by this time.

After all, if tens of thousands of cavalry are to make their efforts in one place, it is not difficult to break through the encirclement of the Ming Dynasty, and the losses may not be too great.

But even now, they are still arguing within themselves over whether to stay and rescue Balsborough or abandon Balsborough and run away, so it's no wonder that Harzac blows his beard angrily and glares at him.

Halzak roared, and the two sides, who were almost on fire, glared at each other, snorted coldly, and sat down one by one.

Harzak stared at the crowd: "If you still want to live, then sit down and come up with an idea, otherwise, after dawn, it will be the time for me to die." ”

"Ridiculous, is it just those Ming troops?"

A Tatar general was full of disdain.

Harzak said coldly: "Yes, just with those Ming troops, why, General Duka doesn't believe it?" ”

Duka said viciously: "The Ming army will only conspire and calculate, if the prince is not captured, I am afraid that we have already attacked Taiyuan City and killed Chu Yi's eunuch." ”

Duka was one of Balsborot's confidant generals, and it was obvious that he was still haunted by Balsborot's fall into the hands of Chu Yi.

There was a rush of footsteps, and everyone couldn't help but look up, only to see a figure running towards them in the darkness.

When they saw that figure, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and Mato stood up all of a sudden, and exclaimed, "Songde, you...... Weren't you killed by the Ming army? ”

Songde is a personal guard of Balsborot, and everyone only thinks that Songde was killed by the Ming army, and seeing Songde at this time is naturally like a ghost.

Songde saluted Mato and said, "General Mato, I have come by order to have a letter from His Highness to you. ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and some people had realized something, and their expressions changed.

Halzak held one hand on the handle of the knife, his eyes changed and stared at Sunde who took out a few letters from his arms, and finally he didn't know what Halzak thought, the hand holding the handle of the knife slowly loosened, and his eyes showed a little loss.

Mato and the others didn't notice the change in Halzack's expression, and suddenly heard that Sunde had brought a letter from Balsborot, and their eyes lit up and they were full of joy.

Several letters, handwritten by Balsborot himself, fell into the hands of the Matos.

Duka's eyes widened, scratched his head, looked around, and leaned over to a tribal patriarch and said, "Patriarch Gulide, you can help me take a look, what is written in His Highness's letter?" ”