Oba's death was well documented.

The Taiji of the Horqin Department are also ready.

Although Badali is the son of Oba, he does not actually have much power due to his youth. Fortunately, Oba's younger brother Budaqi fully supported him to inherit the position of head of the Korqin tribe.

After Oba's death, Korqin was roughly divided into two factions.

Needless to say, Badali said.

The other faction is also very strong, and even has the momentum to overpower Badali.

That is the faction headed by Wu Keshan.

Wu Keshan is the son of Zaisang Buhe and the eldest brother of Manzhu Xili.

He also has two very famous younger sisters, Hai Lanzhu and Da Yuer, who are blowing the sea breeze in Taiwan at the moment.

He and Badali are both the nineteenth grandsons of Genghis Khan's younger brother Habtu Hazar, so he is also qualified to compete for the head of the Horqin tribe.

What's more, his current power is very strong, and he is supported not only by his uncle's Lama Shishi, but also by his grandparents.

In terms of the strength of the two sides alone, Wu Keshan is better than Badali.

A rough calculation turned out to be more than 18,000 people!

Terrifying!

Badali, on the other hand, was a little inferior, and could only gather 15,000 people when it was full.

That's because he was Oba's son, otherwise so many people wouldn't have been able to get together.

"Wu Keshan, this kid Badali went to Beijing City a few years ago, and was frightened by the Ming people, and he actually wanted to give up the Liaohe Loop to the Ming Dynasty! If Horqin is given to him as the commander, sooner or later he will end up being swallowed up by the Ming! In any case, you can't hold back this time! The position of the leader cannot be given up! Morgon said angrily, clearly upset with Badaali!

"Ebug, I know the truth. But the leader just passed away yesterday, isn't it a little inappropriate for us to compete for the position of leader now? Wu Keshan said with some embarrassment.

"That's right. I'm afraid that launching it now will cause dissatisfaction among the vast majority of the people in the ministry. Why don't you have to wait for the burial of the chief? Manzhu Xili also said on the side.

"After the burial? Do we still have a chance? Do you think Badali doesn't know what we're thinking? Morgon clearly disagreed with the two men.

"I also think it's too early to launch at this time, but we can be prepared to launch it as soon as Oba is buried and seize the position of leader." Lama Shihe also helped on the side.

"You guys! Alas! Morgon stretched out his finger and pointed at the three of them, and sighed helplessly. I'm afraid that if we are ready, the other party will also be prepared! And even if we have the advantage in troops, do we have to have a bloody battle? At that time, even if we can win by luck, how much strength can we retain? We have a Chinese in the west, and a man has a Ming Dynasty. If the Han or Nanming take the opportunity to attack us, how should we respond? ”

"Is this possible?"

"What if?"

“......”

Wu Keshan was a little speechless.

"If you hesitate, you will lose!"

There was a smell of hatred in Menggon's words.

Wu Keshan was entangled.

On the other side, Badali was also discussing with Budaqi about his father's burial.

"Badali, Wu Keshan is eyeing him, I'm afraid there will be trouble in the next few days."

"I know, but are they going to do something before my father is buried?"

"It's hard to say, if they attack before your father's burial, although it will cause dissatisfaction among the people, but the chance of success is the greatest. It's up to them to choose. ”

"Then let's just take the initiative."

"I'm afraid not, first, the teacher is unknown. Second, our forces do not have an advantage. ”

Badali was silent.

"You should rest first, the current situation is tense, it is better to make plans early." Seeing that Badali didn't speak, Budaqi knew that he was also in a difficult situation at this time, and his father had just died, which was the saddest time. Don't bother anymore, patted him on the shoulder and walked out.

Badali sat quietly in the tent, his figure slightly lonely under the flickering of the tallow candles.

After a long time, he sighed, stood up, and walked out, to another inconspicuous little tent. Gently said:

"General Wu, are you sleeping?"

"Come in."

A young voice came from inside.

As Badali lifted the curtain, the candles in the tent lit up.

"I've been waiting for you." Wu Xiang stared at Badali with burning eyes.

"I know."

Bada replied, and fell silent.

"Badali, do you crave power?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

"That's nature."

"When I was a child, I often listened to adults tell the story of my ancestor Genghis Khan, so I often imagined that I could be born in his time and follow him across the desert and the world! Later, when I was a little older, I learned that Mongolia, which was once glorious, had been torn apart.

Hudun Rabbit Zhi Dacai wanted to unify southern Mongolia, and we Horqin had no choice but to marry and form an alliance with Nurhachi to protect ourselves. Facts have proved that what my father did was both right and wrong. That's right, because he really kept his own power and saved the lives of his clansmen. And the mistake is that Houjin was destroyed by you.

In the year when Emperor Chongzhen first succeeded to the throne, Huang Taiji planned to personally conquer the Han Dynasty and ordered us to go to Zhule Gol to gather and wait for the battle. But my father couldn't bear to kill and plunder Hudun Rabbit and his subordinates, and did not reach the land of the alliance on the grounds of foot disease, but only led his troops to the border of the Han with his uncle, and came back with a bluff. I could feel my father's reluctance to form an alliance with Houjin, but he was probably also more afraid that the rule of the Tiger Rabbit would lead the tribe into the abyss.

Horqin is known as the three major departments of Southern Mongolia, in fact, the west could not beat the Han Dynasty, the east could not beat the Jurchen, and the south had the behemoth of the Ming Dynasty. And the Jurchen tried her best to win over, in fact, she just wanted to have a buffer between the Han and the Houjin.

You see, this is the fate of our tribe. Even if my father would rather disobey Huang Taiji's orders than kill the Han, it seems inevitable that we will find ourselves in such a predicament for now.

So, I can only come and ask you for help, or ask for help from the Ming behind you. Even if your purpose is not pure.

I have many feelings when I go to Beijing this year. I was terrified when I saw the sons of Nurhachi dying one by one under your butcher's knives. I am afraid that I too will die a humiliating death under your wanton devastation. But on the other hand, how many Han people died under the butcher's knife of the Jurchen? And how many Han Chinese died under the iron hooves of our Mongolia?

Everyone, even the state, should pay for the mistakes they have made and atone for their sins with their lives.

So, General Wu. If possible, can you kill fewer people? ”

"Those who resist will die." Wu Xiang stared at Badali with empty eyes under the light, and slowly spoke.

He didn't know why Badali suddenly had so many emotions and said so many things to himself. Perhaps, because of his father's death? Or is it the fratricidal slaughter that the originally harmonious tribes are about to face? Who knows.

"You're really, that'll do. When will your people arrive? Badali listened to Wu Xiang's answer and smiled.

"General Xu Yanqi has led 10,000 cavalry to be stationed a hundred miles away, ready to dispatch at any time!"

"What? My father just died yesterday!

Badali said in horror.

"We were prepared."

"But I haven't heard of your troops when the men and horses of the various departments have gathered in the past few days!"

"You don't have to ask about this anymore, it involves military secrets."

Wu Xiang smiled mysteriously and made Badali speechless, stood up and walked out.

"Badali."

"How?"

"Have you ever wondered where you Korqin should go?"

"Will you Ming let us go?"

"Who knows?" Wu Xiang spread his hands. "But I advise you, it is better not to disobey Your Majesty."

"I see."

Badali's figure paused, lifted the curtain and walked out.

He looked up at the starry sky and exhaled a cloudy breath.

Where is the future of Horqin?

Oba's death spread throughout Monan Mongolia at a very fast speed, and the Han tribe bordering it was naturally the first to get the news.

Hudun Rabbit jumped up from his chair excitedly, clapped his hands and shouted.

"Oba of the dog, you're finally dead!" Then he asked. "Oba is dead, who sits in his seat? Is it Badali? ”

"I don't know for the time being, according to Oba's will, it is naturally Badali."

"I don't think so." Hudun Rabbit shook his head and said.

"The descendants of the three Manggus brothers are also very powerful, he is not Nazaisang Buhe, and his strength does not have to be much weaker than Oba. Nazai Sambu and his four sons, if they have the heart of fighting, it is not yet known who will kill the deer. ”

Hudun Rabbit pondered, he wondered if he would have a chance to take Horqin back.

In the middle of the night, Hudun Rabbit instructed his subordinates:

"You go and call Gui Yingcha."