Uncanny.. The Mongol camp in the distance was full of strangeness in Chegrad's eyes.

First of all, the biggest difference from the previous one is that the overall internal big account setting is very wrong, and it stands to reason that the middle part should be where the big account is located.

But the most critical tent in the camp was now set up farther north.

His own father Khan would certainly not make such a low-level mistake.

Then something must have gone wrong, and Lema was keenly observing the Mongolian camp in the distance in Chegler.

And at this moment, an iron cavalry struck Chegler like a sharp sword from a distance, like a sharp sword.

And by the time Chegler observed this huge contingent of iron horsemen, it was already a little late, and he saw that the iron horsemen quickly advanced and killed Chegrad!

"It's broken! Father Khan must have had an accident! Otherwise, how dare these guys come at me! Everyone has it, turn the horse's head and retreat! ”

Before he had time to think about it, Chegler quickly shouted!

Chegler's reaction speed, albeit impeccable.

But the Mongolian Iron Knights who attacked in the distance were actually already prepared, and they were ambushed nearby early, almost watching Chegele get closer and closer to them!

"Kill Chegrad, and the reward will be innumerable!"

Dabaragan rode on horseback and wielded a slender whip in his hand, but because of his small stature, he usually did not carry a scimitar.

Most of the time it's just hanging on a horse.

"Kill!!"

Chegler still couldn't escape after all, and a tribal general behind him spoke: "This! What the hell is going on! ”

In an instant, the shouts of killing rose to the sky, and a general on the other side looked at Chegler with a sad face and said.

"Something must have happened to the Great Khan! I am willing to lead an army to stop this gang of thieves, and Chegele must return to the tribe and find the Great Khan! ”

Chegler didn't know where he would definitely be a dead end after staying, but now he didn't dare to hesitate anymore, so he had to break his arm as fast as possible to survive!

It's too late to think about it.

"Let's go!"

Chegler ordered 2,000 cavalry to turn around and run, leaving less than 2,000 iron cavalry to defend them against the onslaught.

Two iron horses meet.

For a moment, the sword flickered, and the silver light staggered!

The next moment, flesh and blood are flying, and people are roaring and neighing!

Chegler held the reins in his hand tightly, not daring to let go for a moment, and a lot of sweat had condensed in his palms.

His eyes revealed unusual calmness and perseverance, but he didn't dare to look back, for fear that the tragic situation of the cavalry behind him who blocked the pursuit for him would appear in front of him.

He didn't want to see it.

Although nearly 10,000 Mongol cavalry pursued Chegele in the distance, nearly 2,000 cavalry were able to buy time for Chegele to escape.

It's just that without Hutuketu, Chegler didn't know where he should flee for a while, and he didn't even know what his future would be.

His tribe was still far away in Moxi, and now he had penetrated deep into the territory of Tatar Mongolia, the steppe was gradually entering autumn, and the temperature at night plummeted, so he even left the materials used to set up tents not far from the previous camp when he fled in a hurry.

The stars were in the sky, and Chegler's heart was as sad as ashes.

Although he still has 2,000 Mongolian cavalry, such a force may still be useful in other places, but it is by no means enough to allow him to return to the camp and gain a firm foothold, not to mention that Chegel does not know who is coming to claim his life.

Although his father Khan is already fierce and unlucky at the moment in Chegler's opinion.

The wind was noisy at night, and Chegler's heart could not be calmed for a long time.

On the other side, under the moonlight at night, a black shadow held the reins in his hand, and quickly whipped his horse to meet the faint light and continued to move in the direction of the capital master.

He also muttered to himself: "Long Xiang doesn't take it at night!" For Daming, I have my life restored! ”

"Drive!"

Daming Shuntianfu, the location of the capital.

Zhu Youzhen was in the palace, his expression was extremely serious, and he kept fiddling with the waist card in his hand, and beside him not far away, there was a man dressed in night clothes, looking at the Ming Emperor in front of him with a serious expression.

"You mean. Are you a Daming dragon who doesn't accept it at night? Then why have I never heard of your name? ”

Although Zhu Youzhen's demeanor is relaxed, but the memory is like a flood that has opened the floodgates, in the history of the Ming Dynasty is indeed active a team called Long Xiang Night Raid, their nature in the Ming Dynasty is very similar to the special forces of later generations, often go deep behind the enemy to sabotage or obtain intelligence.

Only among the elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, after being selected, can they be professionally trained to join the Longxiang Night.

"Your Majesty! Long Xiang has never betrayed the imperial court, since the previous dynasty has lost contact with the imperial court, and now there are many of our people active in Houjin and Mongolia! ”

The man's face was painful, and Zhu Youzhen could keenly realize that his distrust of him had brought great pain and hurt to the man in front of him.

So he had to change the conversation and said: "You said that you killed the Great Khan of Moxi Mongolia, Hutu Ketu, do you have any evidence?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the man did not hesitate at all, turned his face and dropped a black cloth bag from his waist, and Zhu Youzhen keenly saw that the cloth bag was also stained with black and red blood stains.

Wang Chengen on the side hurriedly beckoned the little eunuchs around him to step forward, and then turned his head to look at Zhu Youzhen and said, "Emperor.. The old slave didn't know what was in the bag, so he wanted to investigate at the city gate, but this person desperately blocked it. ”

Unexpectedly, Zhu Youzhen waved his hand and said, "It's okay.. I don't think he was here to take my life, otherwise none of you would have been able to stop him! ”

With that, he stepped forward.

Although he had already expected it, Zhu Youzhen was still shocked when he saw the man take out a fleshy round human head from the black cloth bag.

It's just that now he is the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and he is no longer the company employee who would stop when he encountered some small troubles in his previous life...

He stepped forward and said slowly, "This head? Is that the Great Khan of Moxi Mongolia? ”

"Your Majesty . . . Precisely! If Your Majesty does not believe me, you can send someone to investigate, then the Mongol Khan will definitely be dead! ”

Waving his hand, Zhu Youzhen said, "From the moment you came to me, I believed what you said. ”

"Put your things away, the king will take this warrior down first, and then rest for a few days after freshening up!"

"In addition, the horse is about to hurry up eight hundred miles, and send this news to Monter, and Hutuketu will die. I feel that this battle of the Mongols is about to change dramatically! ”