Yongle 16 years in early May.

After two months of marching, the old man finally arrived in the Choibalsan area.

When he arrived at the place, the cruel battlefield he expected did not appear, but there was some harmony.

The place where the two armies faced each other was a diagonal mountain area.

The Ming and Tatar armies were each stationed on the same mountain, looking at each other.

In the middle is a wide open field, covered with lush grass, and colorful butterflies are shuttling back and forth among the grass and flowers, dancing.

The mountain on the right side of the clearing is no longer visible.

It was covered with various defenses and trenches, and a Ming soldier still wearing winter clothes was standing guard with a gun on his back, looking at the opposite side vigilantly.

The same is true of the opposite peak, occupied by the Tatars, but differently from the opposite.

It was not only Tatar soldiers, but also herdsmen shuttling back and forth.

In the open space on the Tatar side, there were even herders grazing cattle and sheep.

The old man even saw that a few Ming soldiers ran to the opposite side, comparing prices and discussing the purchase of cattle and sheep.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was following the old man, wiped his eyes vigorously.

"Why is it different from what I imagined, this kid won't be able to cooperate with the enemy!"

The old man raised his hand and slapped him.

"If you collaborate with the enemy, he will not collaborate with the enemy!"

Zhu Gaoxu's heart tightened, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Dad, I'm the prince of the Ming Dynasty, how can I collaborate with the enemy!"

The old man glanced at Zhu Gaoxu, who was smiling dryly, snorted twice and ignored him.

Whether there is a collaborator or not, he knows best.

It's true that the brocade guards and moon shadow guards in his hands are blind.

This second child is getting more and more presumptuous, and it seems that if he doesn't teach him a lesson, this kid can't remember.

"Grandpa!"

In the distance, several fast horses galloped over, and it was Zhu Zhangui at the front.

The old man nodded, raised his whip and pointed to the valley.

"Little cub, tell me what's going on!"

Zhu Zhangui glanced back at the Tatar camp and spread his hands helplessly.

"That's what you see!"

The old man frowned, and the horsewhip struck Zhu Zhangui.

"Speak well, don't force me to whip you in front of so many people!"

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

"Here's the thing..."

Zhu Zhangui turned over and dismounted, holding the reins of the old man's horse, and Bian Weiqi explained, while walking towards his own camp.

At the beginning of March, Arutai suddenly sent 50,000 troops to attack the Ming army's position.

Zhu Zhangui originally thought that this was the beginning of a difficult bloody battle.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he gave the order to open artillery, Arutai withdrew his troops and went back.

Later, after the report of the sentinel, Zhu Zhangui learned that he was tricked by Arutai.

Arutai sent troops to fight, not to fight to the death with Zhu Zhangui.

Instead, they used the dispatch of troops as a cover to let the herdsmen who rushed over into the barracks.

In ancient times, it was very time-consuming.

In addition, both sides are defensive, and their eyes are always on each other.

Therefore, during this period of time in the Tatar camp, Arutai brought his herdsmen, including those of Warat, into the barracks.

Now the area behind the opposite hill is 10 kilometers long, and all of them are Tatar camps.

Zhu Zhangui conservatively estimated that there were at least 300,000 men, women, and children on the other side.

Zhu Zhangui was tricked, and he was definitely unhappy, and he wanted to order a few cannons to relieve his anger, but the light artillery couldn't reach the opposite position.

Send troops to fight, that's a waste of military power.

So this dumb man can only eat the loss, and at the same time, he scolds himself in his heart that his battlefield experience is still too shallow, and compared with these old foxes, it is still too far behind.

After listening to Zhu Zhangui's story, the old man didn't say anything, but Zhu Gaoxu on the side widened his eyes.

"What, the herdsmen have all been taken over, and the third child didn't run for nothing."

Zhu Zhangui looked at the old man suspiciously.

"I sent your third uncle to attack the Warat camp, but it looks like he's going to run out of steam."

In the middle of the conversation, the group came to the camp on the hill on the right.

Because the mountain on the right was small, unlike the wide area occupied by the Tatars on the opposite side, the main army of the Ming army was stationed directly along the mountain.

The group came to the command room on the top of the mountain, and the old man took the telescope handed over by Zhu Zhangui and observed the situation on the other side.

The front of the mountain is mostly occupied by Tatar troops, and occasionally a few herdsmen drive their cattle through it.

There is a mountain on the back of the mountain, and it is not clear what the situation is, but according to Zhu Zhangui's report, it should be the herdsmen's camp of the Tatars and Warats in the back.

"What's the terrain like over there? Do you have a chance? ”

"There was no chance, Arutai stationed the army on the outskirts of the camp and protected the herdsmen to death."

"It's too big to keep their livestock!"

"They were all killed, and all of them were made into fur and jerky, leaving only the breeding sheep and breeding cows, and some of the goat cows that maintained their daily dairy food."

"As for food, they don't think there's a shortage of them."

"Some time ago, there was food on the other side, which was transported from the grassland, and the race of the other party should be from the Western Regions!"

The grandfather and grandson lay on the lookout, asking and answering about the situation on the other side.

"People from the Western Regions!"

The old man turned his head to look at Zhu Zhangui and confirmed.

Zhu Zhangui nodded.

"We have caught a few tongues, and after interrogation, it seems that the people from the Western Regions know that our side has pitted all their legions, and they are full of deep hostility towards us!"

"I don't know how they discussed it with Arutai, the other side is not sending troops over, but has been transporting food some time ago."

"According to our estimates, that grain is enough to eat Arutai for at least half a year!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhangui was a little ashamed.

"I also thought about sending people to attack their grain transport team, but I didn't have anyone under me who was familiar with the grassland environment, and not only did I fail to do it when I went out several times, but I was almost eaten by the other party."

The old man reached out and patted Zhu Zhangui's head.

"You are still young, it is not easy to understand sea warfare, and you will learn grassland warfare slowly!"

Prairie warfare is really a very deep science, and it is not something that can be learned by fighting one or two battles.

The old man has studied with Xu Da Lanyu and others for half his life, and only then has he developed the ability to crawl and roll on the grassland and be invincible.

That's it, in history, the old man made 5 northern expeditions, and three times he was empty.

After comforting his grandson, the old man looked at the situation on the other side and said.

"Clean up Arutai, and when we go back, our grandson will go to the Western Regions."

"These mixed-race hybrids have been a bit floating in recent years."

"It just so happens that I have been hungry for the Silk Road for a long time, so I will take this opportunity to take it directly."

Zhu Zhangui agreed with both hands on the move.

When I watched the video in my previous life, didn't there be a saying that was good?

The old ancestor attacked the Western Regions, but it was not for that little raisin.

"Grandpa, I heard that Chen Cheng, a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs the year before, just came back from the Western Regions, he should know the Western Regions very well, and bring him with him when the time comes."

The old man smiled, took back the binoculars, and patted Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder.

"Let's go together, let Chen Cheng and Li Da follow when the time comes, and be a guide for us, and our grandchildren will have a good taste of the Western Regions!"

"I've heard that their raisins and a kind of melon are good, so be sure to try them when the time comes."

On the opposite hill.

Arutai looked at the main force of the Ming army that was camping on the opposite side, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Zhu Di is finally here, if he doesn't come again, he won't be able to cheat the food!"

That's right, it's the food that was scammed.

The grain transported from the Western Regions was all flickered by Arutai through words.

The matter of the fall of the Western Regions Army, Arutai did not hide it from the Western Regions, and explained the situation honestly.

Although the Western Regions are unhappy about this, the reason is indeed their own people, and they can only swallow this bitter fruit.

Later, Arutai sent someone to fool around, saying that he was ready to gather the strength of the whole clan and fight to the death with the Ming army.

However, if you want to do this, the logistical side can be a huge problem.

The Western Regions are also quite upright.

In order to avenge the annihilation of the legion and fight against the living force of the Ming Dynasty, these guys in the Western Regions discussed it and decided to become fishermen.

Provide food and grass to Arutai, and then sit on the side and watch Daming and the grassland fight to the death.

No matter whose strength is weaker on both sides, the Western Regions side is the one who benefits.

The grassland side was defeated.

The Western Regions decided to use the identity of the chief's concubine, that is, the granddaughter of Arutai, to indirectly control the grassland and expand its ruling area.

If Da Ming loses, it will be even better.

The Central Plains has been coveting this piece of fat for a long time.

The Han people have dominated the Central Plains for many years, and the steppe people have controlled this area more than once, and now it is the turn of the people of the Western Regions to be powerful.

Even some guys with big brains have begun to think about what country name should be given after occupying the Central Plains.

But after half a year, Arutai just wants food.

No matter how stupid the people in the Western Regions are, they don't want to be the wronged boss.

The food supply had been cut off a few days ago, and Arutai had been asked to launch an immediate attack, otherwise the cooperation between the two would be interrupted.

So far, Arutai hasn't figured out how to reply to the letter?

Now that Emperor Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty has arrived, this trouble has disappeared directly.

"Maori child!"

Looking at the Ming army who were camping, Arutai touched his beard and shouted.

Maoli Child, who was accompanying him, hurriedly stepped forward.

"Master, what do you command?"

Arutai turned his head to look at him, took out a letter from his bosom that had been written a long time ago, and handed it to the other party.

"You take this letter and go to the Ming army camp to see Zhu Di."

"You don't have to say anything after you go, just give them the letter!"

Mao Li didn't ask much, took the letter and put it in his arms, turned around and went down the mountain.

"Ask to see me?"

The old man, who was discussing the attack plan with the generals, glanced at Zhu Zhangui with a smile.

That means obviously.

Look at my guess, this old boy Arutai has brought someone over to find out.

Zhu Zhangui smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Let him in!"

The old man returned to his main seat, waited for the generals to stand on both sides, and waved at the soldiers.

Soon, the Maori child strode in under the banner of Arutai.

He looked at the generals who were looking at him coldly, and glanced at the old man slightly.

When he came, Arutai had already explained to him, don't look directly at the emperor, such behavior in Daming is not a crime of disrespect, so he can only sneak a glance to confirm whether it is Zhu Di.

He had seen Zhu Di with Arutai, so with this glance, he recognized that it was indeed the old man sitting on it.

"Aru Taibu Maoli child, meet His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

Arutai sent Maoli Boy over, in addition to trusting him very much, the main reason is that this guy is smart and knows how to advance and retreat, and he will not be brutal in case of trouble.

If you send other people who don't know the rules over, let alone do things, a few words can anger the old man, and he will be pulled out and cut down.

The old man, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, raised his eyelids slightly.

"Why didn't Arutai come, is it because he doesn't have the face to see me?"

Maori stroked his chest and bowed his head.

"Back to His Majesty the Great Emperor, my master has recently felt cold and unwell, and when he learned that His Majesty the Great Emperor was coming, I wanted to come to see him in person, but I was afraid that my physical illness would disturb His Majesty the Great Emperor, so I sent my subordinates to come to visit!"

Although he knew that this was a lie, the old man nodded slightly, opened his eyes, and sat up.

"Arutai has a heart, go back and greet Arutai for me, the disease of wind and cold is not a minor illness, although he is still strong, but the illness is like a mountain, it is better to pay more attention and heal as soon as possible."

"What is lacking to talk to me, although my Ming is not rich, a person's medicine and food can still be afforded!"

"If you really can't go back to Daming with me, we have a lot of clever doctors over there, I believe that his disease should be cured in seventy or eighty years!"

The corners of Maoli's mouth twitched.

With your medicine? I'm afraid that our master thinks that he has lived too long.

I'm going back to Daming with you, I'm afraid I won't want to come back.

And your doctor.

The disease of wind and cold has to be treated for seventy or eighty years, are you doctors so incompetent?

There are so many of you Ming people, and you have all lived for so long, if the doctor is really so incompetent, you should really thank God for not killing.

Although he was full of slander in his heart, on the surface, Mao Li showed gratitude.

"Your Majesty the Emperor Xie on behalf of the Emperor!"

The old man nodded with a smile, and then asked with a smile.

"Arutai is sick like this and sent you over, there must be something, let's say it!"

Mao Li quickly took out the letter from his bosom and raised his hands high.

The old man glanced at Zhu Zhangui, and Zhu Zhangui waved his hand to Hu Yu behind him.

The two sides are still at war, and he doesn't dare to accept this inexplicable letter.

It's not that I'm afraid of death, but that my status is like this, and every word and deed must be considered for the overall situation.

Hu Yu stepped forward with a cold face, reached out to take the letter, and opened it in front of everyone. Then it was placed on top of a table, and a scribe took up a pen and copied the contents of it.

Things are presented to the emperor, and everything must be careful.

Although checked for no poison, the enemy will use a chronic poison.

During the whole process of copying, the scribe did not touch the paper.

The hall was silent, no one spoke, all looking at the scribe who was copying.

After a while, the scribe officer put down his pen, and the soldier on one side stepped forward and handed the copied letter to Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui didn't look at it, and handed it to the old man with both hands.

"Humph!"

"Hehe..."

When the old man read the letter, he let out an unpleasant cold snort for a while, and couldn't help sneering for a while.

After reading the letter, the old man raised the letter in his hand and said to the generals present:

"Our brothers have worked so hard to come over, this old boy actually wants to negotiate peace with us, and he also wants to return to the pre-war state."

"It's really our hundreds of thousands of brothers who are idle and bored to walk on the grassland!"

"He can fight if he wants, and he can talk about peace if he wants to, isn't this taking himself too seriously, ah!"

"Hahaha..."

The generals laughed when they heard this, and looked at the hairy boy kneeling on the ground with contempt in their eyes.

When the generals laughed, the old man got up and walked down the steps, and under the escort of Zhu Zhangui, he sat on the last step, looking at the Mao Li child with angry eyes and a red face.

"Go back and tell Arutai, don't mention the matter of peace talks, I only accept surrender, the unconditional kind!"

"Of course, he can choose to fight."

"The tens of thousands of people in Warat are not enough for the soldiers under me, and the soldiers' broadswords are already hungry and thirsty."

"After all, they have been following me for so long, and if they don't get some heads in exchange for some rewards, it's not easy to explain when they go home!"

"Okay, that's it, you go back!"

"By the way, by the way, tell Arutai that what I said at the beginning was serious, if his illness is not good, he can go back to Daming with me."

"Our Daming doctor's skills are still good, although the treatment time is a little longer, it will take seventy or eighty years, but it will be eradicated!"