Think about it.

Gui Yingcha found a very real problem.

That is, if the Great Khan really can't survive, Tumut, who was defeated by them, will definitely counterattack frantically.

Not to mention that they will withdraw from the land they have just occupied, and even their original territory will be affected.

Isn't it monolithic, and when the time comes, without the suppression of the Great Khan, will the leaders of the large and small tribes obey the orders of the hairy boy of Ezhe?

The answer must be no.

It's just that, the plug is already at an absolute disadvantage, if Da Ming makes another move and quietly gives them some support behind the scenes, then the internal and external environment is so complicated, can it really resist?

If this is the case, it seems that it is necessary to agree to Emperor Chongzhen's conditions.

But even if he agrees, will the Great Khan agree?

But do you still have a choice?

Gui Yingcha felt that his head had never been so good, and he analyzed the pros and cons of things thoroughly in just a quarter of an hour. Let's not talk about whether to die or not, Da Ming did give them the most difficult choice at the best time.

It seems to be just a matter of individual life and death, but in fact it is about the survival of the entire tribe.

Can he really call the shots?

"Have you figured it out?" This time he didn't wait for a long time, and a quarter of an hour later, Cao Wenzhao appeared in front of him as promised.

"I hope the Great Khan will live, but this is not for me to do. Cao Zongbing, you come with me, whether you agree or not, please give the Great Khan hope to live again."

"What am I going to do?"

"Aren't you Langzhong? Aren't you able to save the Great Khan?"

"I'm not Langzhong, I can't just shout!"

"Mr. Cao, my brother really didn't joke with you."

"Haha, don't worry. Although I am not Langzhong, the medicine given by His Majesty definitely has an immediate effect. I'll send someone with you, whoever goes, as long as I can cure your Great Khan?"

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Gui Yingcha, can I fucking lie to you?"

"Can you really save my Khan?"

"Yes!"

"Can you go back now?"

"Yes!"

"What about your people?"

"Who do you think is more suitable? Will he be able to do it?" Cao Wenzhao pointed to the soldiers standing guard at the door.

Gui Ying just followed his finger and looked at the black line at one end.

Do you want to be so casual?

Just point a finger and find someone who can cure the disease of sweating? What kind of calf?

"What? You don't believe it?"

"Do you think I can believe it?"

"It's okay, no matter who goes, the medicine is the same."

"Really?"

"Really! When do you plan to depart? I'll arrange it for you."

"Now! When I came, I ran for two days and two nights, and I had to rush back day and night, or I ......would sweat profusely."

"Okay, I'll send two of you, and if your Great Khan is still alive, our people will tell him the conditions. Whether he is dead or alive depends on how he chooses. What do you think?"

"Very good."

"Alright, I'll send men and horses to go with you."

"Very good !!"

The two had a brief agreement, and although it may not necessarily determine the future, at least they have reached a consensus now.

After Cao Wenzhao's arrangement, Gui Yingcha got up more than 30 horses when he went back this time.

In addition to him and the accompanying soldiers, Cao Wenzhao arranged two more people to accompany him.

These two people, no matter in terms of appearance and temperament, do not have the slightest breath of a healer, if they really look, they look like two battle-hardened soldiers.

"Two brothers, have you ever been cured?" Before leaving, Gui Yingcha couldn't help but ask.

"Healed."

"Whew~ That's good."

Gui Yingcha breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he had been cured, it showed that he still had a little experience.

"I took a captive, and my arm was broken, and I had sores, and I wailed every day. I killed him, and he stopped shouting. Is this a cure?"

.......

Count your mother.

Gui Yingcha honestly stepped on the war horse and led a few people to run wildly towards the road they came from with all their might.

"Uncle, Ah Hu and Ah Lin won't be in any danger if they go, right?"

Outside the Great Wall, Cao Bianjiao looked at the distant backs of the group and asked with some concern.

"The danger is certain. But as long as Hudun Rabbit wants to live, he will not embarrass them. Besides, I don't feel at ease if I hand over such tasks to others. Even if they die, it will not be in vain. Your Majesty will avenge them."

"Ugh."

Cao Bianjiao sighed.

"I hope Tiger Dun Rabbit knows more about current affairs. With our current strength, these cavalry, which once dominated the world, have long been outdated. It's just that they don't realize it yet."

"Change Jiao, don't talk too much. Say it's not Your Majesty, you and I are powerless, and there is room to play? If it weren't for Your Majesty, how would you know that there are so many sharp firearms in this world? So, a person's vision is very important, you must always remember whose job you are serving and who you are loyal to, so that you can know who you are working for.

Don't think you're amazing, no matter how high your martial arts are, in front of Chongzhen, how many shots can you withstand?"

"Uncle taught me a lesson."

Cao Bianjiao bowed and said. "Will those Mongolian *** really submit to the Ming Dynasty?"

"Who knows? Whatever, let's listen to Your Majesty anyway. Your Majesty will fight us if you want to fight, and stop if you stop it. Now that the court has money, food and people, who is afraid?"

Cao Wenzhao pursed his lips, his words full of disdain for the Mongols.

In his world, even if there were no firearms of all kinds, the Mongols and Jiannu outside the gate were not in the range of his fear.

He is a player who can take the lead in the battle with a horse lance, and Wu Yong is synonymous with him.

As long as he and the people below are fed, how can these Mongolian *** get into his eyes?

But sometimes, he has to admit that the world has inadvertently changed.

The Ming Dynasty invented all kinds of sharp firearms, including long guns, short guns, artillery, and mines.

Riding horses and sabers, they shouted frantically and fell under the bullets fired by the musketeers.

All that was left was blood and scattered horses.

Times have changed.

Cao Wenzhao silently said a recent buzzword in his heart, turned around and walked back to the gate.

And Gui Yingcha is running wild on the road of single-minded savior.

After another two days and two nights, Gui Yingcha once again stepped into the camp where they were stationed.

Without a moment's pause, he leapt down from his exhausted horse and galloped in the direction of the sweat tent.

"Let me in, I want to see the Great Khan!"

"Yes!"

The heavily guarded sweat tent has already been ordered, as long as Gui Yingcha returns, it must be unimpeded all the way.

Gui Yingcha went through layers of levels, came to Hudun Rabbit, took a deep breath, and lifted the curtain.