Chegler, who was ridiculed by all kinds, was now in a mixed mood, but what the Ming army general sitting on his top said made him speechless.

Isn't that the rule on the steppe?

It has been like this since ancient times, and the law of the jungle should always be the main theme on this grassland, so what is what I just said?

Chegler, who felt humiliated, spoke with two lines of cloudy tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"I know that I myself must be dead, but I want to know that I am now leading my brothers to surrender to the Ming army... Can they find a way to survive? ”

But Meng Tu sat up straight and said with a straight face.

"Of course... It's just that I want to remind you that from the time you brought your cavalry to the side of my Daming's camp, their lives are no longer something you can say..."

....

Chegler finally bowed his head and chose to obey the arrangement of the Ming Dynasty and organized all the Mongolian cavalry led by his command to surrender to the Great Ming Tiger Army.

In fact, for the Ming Dynasty, the surrender of Chegeler could not change the situation on the battlefield in any way, and the defeat of Mongolia has become an established fact.

But the news of Chegrad's surrender was transmitted to the steppe, and it still made Dabaragan violently disgusted!

"Idiot! Idiot! Chegler, this little thing is a coward! As a loser, he didn't even have the courage to die! ”

"It's just a shame on us Moxi Mongolia, it's a shame on all Mongolian warriors!"

Enraged, Dabaragan smashed several tea bowls in the big tent.

This kind of tea bowl was still exchanged through trade when Moxi Mongolia and the Ming Dynasty were on good terms, and each tea bowl made of ceramics was enough to consume at least three sheep in Moxi Mongolia!

Now that he was smashed to the ground like this, it couldn't help but make many Mongolian leaders around him sigh in their hearts.

It's just a sigh of embarrassment.

At present, the surrender of Chegrad seems to mark this war, and they have completely lost the initiative in Western Mongolia.

But what is more critical at the moment is that although the entire Tatar Mongolia has been invaded by them like a leaky sieve, the pursuing Ming army behind it is still persevering and constantly advancing inward.

Sooner or later, such a scene would lead to a big event, and winter was coming, and the invasion would allow them to live better by plundering the other Tatar Mongol tribes in the vicinity.

But the mood of family lovers in the army has long been rampant.

In fact, many Mongolian soldiers have begun to dislike this war in their hearts, and they have already held extremely negative emotions.

If there is no stop to the fighting, no one knows what uncontrollable things will happen next, after all, such unforeseen things happen almost every moment when they start to attack the Tatar Mongols.

Especially after the end of the first battle with the Ming army, more than 15,000 Mongolian iron cavalry faced 20,000 Ming infantry but ended up fleeing in a hurry, how can it not make people feel sad.

"Alas! Now, Dabaragan... Have you ever thought about our way out? ”

The leader of another Mongolian tribe on the side, his face was already as sad as a disillusionment, and he couldn't help but speak directly.

And such words undoubtedly expressed the common sentiment of all the other Mongolian generals and Mongolian tribal leaders present, and many people present nodded in agreement for a while.

Dabalagan's eyes were a little red, and he didn't seem to have recovered from the news just now when he heard such a question.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at everyone and speak.

"What do you think is the way out? Did everyone lay down their arms and surrender to the Ming army like lambs to the slaughter? Surrender to those Han Chinese? ”

"Don't forget, these so-called Han people were just slaves at the feet of our Mongols, they were all slaves!"

The other couldn't help but shake his head and said: "There is no point in saying such things now, it's not that we haven't tried for so long, but every time we start a war with the army of the Ming Dynasty, which one is not a failure!" ”

"Isn't what we have to think about now is how to find a way to sit with Da Ming and find a way to negotiate peace?"

In this way, more people nodded their heads and spoke.

"That's right! Now as long as we can negotiate peace with Daming and return to Moxi Mongolia, we will have a chance to start again! ”

"Peace?"

With a deep suspicion in his eyes, Dabalagan looked at all the generals around him and spoke.

"Isn't Chegler's fate still painful enough? Doesn't the so-called peace negotiation mean that Mongolia is like a dog, bowing its head to the Ming Dynasty and wagging its tail to seek home? ”

"I'm just going to tell you all that I, Dabaragan, don't want that! I, the Chahar Division, will not allow any of you to surrender to the Ming army, and if you want to fight, you will fight to the last of us!" It's a big deal that we all die in battle, and it won't be a loss of face for the Golden Family! ”

These words made most of the hearts of everyone present cold, and Dabaragan wanted to resist to the death, so he didn't think about whether the Mongolian soldiers under his command were willing to continue this war.

There is still no courage, and there is no strength, pick up the scimitar in his hand again, and face the musket and artillery of the Ming Dynasty, as well as the unknown repeating musket.

...

The Celestial Tiger Army still maintained its own frequency, constantly advancing towards the hinterland of Tatar Mongolia.

And the news on the battlefield was also moving towards the capital in the continuous transmission of fast horses, and Zhu Youzhen, who received the news, was keenly aware that this war was coming to an end at the first time.

In the Dongnuan Pavilion, he opened his mouth and said to Wang Chengen on the side.

"Eight hundred miles urgently, let Bi Zisu in Liaodong get ready, this time it's really going to close the net, and not a single Mongolian soldier can release me to Liaodong!"

"The old slave understands, so let's go down and arrange it!"

After nearly a year of development, today's Liaodong has gradually become the new granary of the future Ming Dynasty in Zhu Youzhen's eyes under the construction of the Ming Dynasty.

What the people there need most at the moment is a stable and stable life.

At the same time, Huang Taiji sent his own team of cavalry to escort those Mongolian nobles who were usually high up, and embarked on a journey to Daming, but how could Huang Taiji, who was already almost unable to open the pot, give them any good treatment.

Not only did they deprive them of all their wealth, but even the last warm clothes were the cheapest felt blankets bought from the market, and they were slightly wrapped and stuffed into the carriage to Daming!