"Let the Tatars graze for us, let the Han people farm for us, and let everything become the slaves of my Moxi Mongolia!"

In the pre-war period, the words of Dabaragan may never come again.

The shouts of killing and the neighing of war horses could not control the direction of the war, let alone the balance of victory that finally fell to the Great Tomorrow Tiger Army.

Dabara is defeated!

Moxi Mongolia is defeated!

The nightmare-like firearm was a weapon that Dabaragan had never seen in his life.

When the Ming army's formation changed instantly, the machine gun that was pushed out of the array, with its high rate of fire and the amazing lethality of the intertwined firepower network, became a nightmare for all the cavalry of the Mongol army.

If the first shock was before.

The salvo of the Great Tomorrow Tiger Army could not take too many Mongol lives at one time, and the Mongol iron cavalry had heavy armor and horses to rely on to resist bullets.

So now this scene has deeply stung Dabaragan.

Before the hero becomes a hero, it has come to an end, and he must accept this defeat.

It must also be clear that in front of the Ming army, the Mongols have completely lost all possibility of victory.

If the previous battle had knocked out Dabaragan's pride, the current battle had completely ended all his hopes.

Dabara was ruthless and decisive.

When he knew that there was no hope, when he understood that there was no possibility of victory, he knew that the most important thing he should do now was to preserve the number of Mongol cavalry as much as possible.

After all, only by preserving our strength can we have the possibility of plotting for the future.

Now Chegler is still wandering outside, and his so-called Mongolian Khan is not worthy of his name, and he does not dare to use up the capital accumulated by his Chahar tribe for many generations.

As the horn sounded again, all the Mongolian cavalry who had survived on the battlefield seemed to hear the sounds of heaven.

The firearms of the Ming army were sharp, and the cruel words of Dabalagan before the war were equally impressive.

Forward and backward.

In the end, they all died the same, and at this time, many Mongolian cavalrymen had actually given up hope of survival, and their eyes were full of incredulity and despair.

Muskets, artillery, and unknown weapons.

Constantly spitting out tongues of fire, harvesting everyone's lives, the range of up to 600 meters made all the Mongolian soldiers feel cold in their hearts.

And Dabaragan was watching all this expressionlessly on the distant war horse, and he didn't understand in his heart that after this battle, the so-called Xu Xu Tuzhi would probably never have any chance again.

It is unknown how many of the existing Moxi Mongolian Iron Cavalry can return home.

He regretted it a little.

Some regret why they had to fight for these fertile pastures in the eastern Tatar steppes.

Without hesitation, he persuaded all the clansmen to use almost all the men of the Chahar tribe who were good at fighting on horseback, and rode their most beloved horses to this land, in exchange for only death and pastures that could never be taken away.

The strength of the Ming army made Dabalagan understand that the current Ming army was no longer comparable to any Mongolian tribe on the steppe, and it was not something that any Mongolian tribe could resist.

The current Mongolia, not to mention the current fragmentation, is a unified whole according to its own ideas.

Unable to compete with the Ming Dynasty, perhaps there was only one way to negotiate peace in front of Dabalagan, but what he didn't know was that Zhu Youzhen had no intention of negotiating peace with Mongolia at all.

After all, in Zhu Youzhen's view, there are the most abundant grasslands and various resources here, and it is not only the Mongols who need this land, but also the Ming Dynasty who covets it.

With the sound of the horn of the army, the Mongolian cavalry fleeing in a hurry was not pursued fiercely by the Ming army as they imagined.

Rather, all the soldiers of the Great Tomorrow Tiger Army fell into a deathly silence after cheering after their victory.

Mont Tuo's order stopped everyone's desire to pursue.

Instead, he chose to see Baragan leave.

The following days.

The Great Tomorrow Tiger Army continued to advance all the way to the east, and the two Great Tomorrow Tiger Army, one west and one east, had completely cut off all the possibility of the Mongolian cavalry on the Mongolian steppe from returning home.

And the war strategy against Mongolia formulated by Zhu Youzhen at the beginning also fully shows how correct the decision made by Meng Tu is now.

Sooner or later, the Ming Dynasty would have to take this fertile pasture for themselves, and the huge Mongol ethnic group could not simply be conquered by muskets and artillery, and simple slaughter would not bring more stable rule to the Ming Dynasty.

The best way to encompass all ordinary Mongolian tribes is to develop together with all the Mongols and share the benefits of this land, and last winter, the Ming Dynasty's move to trade and deliver grain in Tatar Mongolia was also based on this purpose.

The war goes on and on.

However, since then, the number of encounters between the Celestial Tiger Army and the Mongol cavalry has increased, but the scale has become smaller and smaller each time.

Predictably, Mongolia had now become a strong crossbow tree, and Dabalagan did not achieve the Mongol unification he dreamed of until the end.

And when the Ming army continued to compress the living space of the cavalry of Moxi Mongolia, the big tent of the Great Tomorrow Tiger Army ushered in another rare guest, that is, Chegler, who fled here in a hurry.

Sitting in the big tent, drinking the hot tea served from inside the Tiger Army, Chegler has never felt so peaceful inside.

"You're Chegler? The eldest son of Hutuketu? ”

As soon as he entered the tent, Mont was the first to speak.

Chegler, who was originally sitting on a chair drinking hot tea, quickly stood up and said to Mongt: "My father is the Mongol Khan Khutuktu, and I am his son. ”

"Oh? Then I don't understand, why did you come to the camp of my Ming army today? It's not that you don't know that the Ming army is now at war with the Mongols, and you came to the enemy's camp so magnificently, I have to praise your bravery first. ”

Meng To's words undoubtedly directly named the hostile relationship between the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia, and it was even more vaguely expressed on the side.

"Boy... You'd better come up with something that will keep me from killing you, or you're here today to add to the Ming army's merits!" ”

And although Chegler was still a little flustered in his heart, the successive great changes in the grassland undoubtedly made him see through life and death, and there was a little more indifference in his father Hutuketu in his speech.

"Of course I know that now we are at war, we are also enemies, and if it weren't for that, I wouldn't be here today."