Wrapped in the smell of blood and death.

At night, a black shadow sneaked into Hutuketu's camp, and the black shadow easily touched Hutuketu's big tent, and after a while, it groped in.

Tonight's wind is very noisy.

Cover your mouth.. Cutting his throat and cutting off Hutuketu's head after his death was confirmed, without a single superfluous movement, as if all this had been rehearsed countless times in advance today.

In the night, the black shadow muttered to himself, and said in a voice that was difficult for ordinary people to hear: "Daddy... My son has avenged you! ”

With that, the voice was caught in the wind.

As the sky gradually turned white, even though it was early in the morning, there were still people in the camp who got up early to prepare breakfast for everyone.

Milk tea that has just been boiled on the fire is paired with dairy products common on the grassland, as well as lamb and air-dried meat that have been prepared yesterday, this is the breakfast that Hutuketu eats every morning, but this morning I am afraid it will be difficult for him to get up again to eat this meal.

"Ahh The Great Khan is dead! ”

The shrill voice echoed through the camp, and the soldier who brought food to Hutuketu looked at the headless corpse in the tent in disbelief.

It is even more difficult to believe that under the care of so many people, the Great Khan of Moxi Mongolia died so quietly in his camp.

The cry instantly attracted the attention of everyone who heard it, after all, the content of the words was too strong.

Hutuketu is dead.

No one knew who did it, only that they were left with a headless corpse.

"Let's talk about it... Now that the Great Khan is dead, do you think anyone did this? ”

A Mongol general on the side, who was originally the biggest dependent and confidant of Hutuketu's subordinates, Gebatai, who was from the same tribe, spoke sharply to everyone in another big tent.

"It must have been the damn Ming Army! Taking advantage of the night, we sneaked into the camp without warning! ”

Another leader of a Mongolian tribe spoke.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, another discordant voice sounded at this time.

I saw a thin man with a figure-eight beard, dressed not at all like a Mongol on the steppe, but like a thin merchant from the Western Regions.

"Not necessarily... Who knows if any of the generals had a grudge against the Great Khan and took advantage of the night to kill the Great Khan! ”

Such remarks instantly made everyone present turn their eyes to everyone around them for the first time, and looked around with a wary face.

After all, what the thin man said was so reasonable, and there were hundreds of tents in the huge camp, so how could it be so coincidental that the man who came to assassinate Hutuketu didn't even run to the wrong place.

It was still killed with one blow, and he was directly sent to Hutuketu to the western sky, and he was not discovered until the morning! All these signs show that what the thin man in front of him said is true, and there is a great possibility that this is indeed the case!

"This matter can't just be settled, we must find out what the hell is going on... However, there is another matter of urgency, that is, at the moment of the war against the Tatar Mongols, the country cannot be without a king for a day, and the steppe cannot be without a great khan for a day! ”

"According to the rules of the steppe, we must now go to find Chegele as soon as possible to come back and inherit the position of the Great Khan!"

Standing at the head of the crowd, Gebatai said a lot to everyone, but everyone understood.

That is, this Gebatai wants to leave the throne of the Great Khan of Moxi Mongolia to Chegele to sit on!

"Gbataean! You said that you should follow the rules of the grassland, he Chegler is just a child who has not grown all his hair, how can he be worthy of the position of the Great Khan, or we will first Mingjin withdraw the troops, and then discuss this matter slowly after returning to Moxi! ”

"No way!"

"We must not withdraw our troops, even if we have everything, we must wait until Chegler returns!"

Gebatay and the other clan leader beside him were all close associates of Hutuketu during his lifetime, and the current position of the Great Khan was naturally intended to be reserved for Chegler.

But Hutuketu died, but the position left was the object of everyone's covetousness, seeing that everyone's eyes were uncertain, Gebatai gritted his teeth and said.

"Don't forget, leaders, if you have a life to take the throne, you may not have a life to sit still!"

This clear threat was directly spoken, and Gebatai obviously couldn't care about the so-called bullish relationship between the so-called sons of immortals.

After all, in the face of status and power, people's hearts are really difficult to test.

And just when everyone listened to what Gebataean said, they all echoed it.

"Definitely, definitely!"

"Gbatai has a point, let's wait here for Chegler's return!"

"Yes!"

Just when Gbatai thought that he had finally calmed down everyone's emotions.

After relaxing his vigilance for a while, he saw the thin man who had spoken before smiling, and a sturdy man with a scimitar blade came out from behind him, and put it on Gbatai's neck.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xingyun took the head from his neck and rolled to the ground with a grunt.

After the gloomy gaze refocused on everyone, more than a dozen sturdy Mongolian soldiers suddenly poured into the outside of the big tent.

"Ladies and gentlemen. . . From today onwards, Moxi Mongolia will be decided by me, Chahar! Do you have any comments? ”

The man's gaze kept flickering back and forth in the tent.

Another tribal leader who had befriended Hutu Ketu just now said, "What do you want to do!" Do you dare to turn black and white upside down in front of so many of us? ”

"Someone is coming.. Let's give this adult a different idea. ”

As soon as the words fell, another blood-colored gushing surged, and people's heads rolled to the ground.

When everyone looked at this posture, they didn't know that the Chahar tribe was completely trying to seize power by taking advantage of this opportunity.

And Chegler was on his way to the horse.

The thin man who seized power was named Dabaragan, the tribal leader of Chahar this time, and his uncle killed his father with his own hands before he sat in the position of tribal leader.

"Give our Chegrad a big gift, just treat it as a little comfort to me as an uncle!"

Dabaragan's words echoed in the big tent, whether everyone wanted to accept it or not, but the current situation seemed to tell everyone!

The sky inside Moxi Mongolia is about to change, and the future will be decided by Tada Balagan.

It's just that because everyone didn't know the news that Chegeler was coming back for a while, Dabaragan could only send his men out first to find Chegler's whereabouts in the steppe.

But what he didn't know was that Chegeler did not grope towards the Ming army in the west at all, but rushed headlong to the border guard post of the Ming in the south.