The tunnel not only failed to attack the city, but also made the city more powerful and morale, and it was also quickly angry, and sent a large army to attack the city for several days. However, they were all repulsed by the defenders who had become mourners. Seeing that the sky was getting cold, and the morale of the upper and lower ranks of the Warat army was gradually declining, Hao Hai Dayu thought about it again and again, and decided to persuade him to withdraw from the army.

Unexpectedly, Sudie'er beat him out of the golden tent with a horsewhip. There is no way to siege the city, and there is no way to take revenge on King Yan, and the young and suddenly in a high position has already shown signs of losing his mind, and he is actually preparing to besiege Hami City.

The "Great Khan ......" still had bloody whip marks on his face, and Haohai Dayu risked death to admonish: "The warriors have no supplies, how can they attack the city in this ice and snow?" It's better to retreat for the time being and wait until the spring of next year......"

"If you don't have supplies, then give it to Ben Khan to grab it!" Su Die'er's expression looked a little crazy. "How many cattle and sheep can Hami City hold? Even if the gold and silver in the treasury of the Urnashi were as high as the Altai Mountains, they would only die if they could not exchange them for food! ”

Ben Khan firmly believes that the first person who cannot hold out must be Hami City. Ben Khan will never retreat! How many cattle and sheep are there in the grassland? If the troops are withdrawn, the warriors will freeze to death in vain! ”

Haohai Tayu was silent. The last sentence of the Great Khan was right, in fact, there were not many cattle and sheep left in the steppe territory under the command of Warat. The secret of the old Mongolian system to maintain morale was to let the warriors drink in large bowls, eat meat in large bowls, and splurge to their heart's content. Then he stepped on his horse and brandished his sword and spear, and went around plundering the riches. If such a system can continue to plunder wealth, it can snowball and become more and more powerful. But if you lose the battle from the beginning, many internal weaknesses will be exposed.

Hami is the first soft persimmon chosen by the road to the rise of Warat, if even such a soft persimmon can not be captured, the great cause of reviving Mongolia may be going to extinction before it begins.

Hao Hai Dayu was repulsed, and Su Dieer gathered the other leaders to discuss the method of attacking the city. Seeing those leaders rushing in, while he was blocked out by the cowardly Xue guards, Haohai Dayu felt a cold to the bone. With great difficulty, he climbed to the position of almost one man in this golden horde. However, with the death of the valiant son and hundreds of warriors in the tunnels, the Tarros clan also fell to the bottom of the Warats.

"Touren, the weather is getting colder and colder, I'm afraid there is no way to capture Hami." A warrior from the Ross tribe whispered to Haohai Tayu. "Varat may be coming to an end, and Ross should be planning for herself."

"In the past few days, there have been rumors in the army that as long as you surrender to the Duke of Wei of the Ming Dynasty, you can get a piece of grassland, and you can also trade with the Ming Dynasty, and exchange wool for rich food and tea......"

"You mean, let the brave Zoros no longer ride horses and shoot arrows, but become herders herding sheep for the Ming people?" Hao Hai Dayu frowned, and his whipped cheeks looked extremely hideous.

“…… At least then, we can live. Although the soldier was taken aback, he still trembled and finished what he wanted to say. Having lost the most valiant warriors, even if they return to the steppe, they will only be enslaved and annexed by the Warats of other tribes......"

Haohai Dayu was silent for a long time before he slowed down: "To surrender to the Ming people is to leave behind the glory of our Mongols." Moreover, Mahamu died at the hands of the Ming people......"

"The news of the death of the little head man has not come out, if the little head man is really dead, the Ming army will definitely use his head to demonstrate. Perhaps, the little head has surrendered to the Yan King of the Ming Dynasty? The warrior said.

Haohai Dayu's heart moved, and his mind suddenly became lively, as far as he knew, his son did not have much awe of the Great Khan, maybe he really surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, but I don't know?

……

In the city of Hami, the dungeon.

"The Warats have been attacking for days, and there are already several gaps in the wall. Fortunately, the snow has begun to fall in the past few days, and in a few days, the water will condense into ice. ”

"When the time comes, boil the snow water directly and pour the snow water on the city wall......"

"Amitabha, Your Highness's clever strategy, this is Cao Cao's method of repairing the ice city to guard Ma Chao. The poor monk temple will blow the north wind tonight, and tomorrow, an ice city will be built...... Oh, Your Highness, please, that Mahamu is inside. ”

The dungeon's rusted doors were opened, and the icy air swept through the murky dungeon. In the innermost room, Mahamu only felt clear, and saw a young man with a straight figure, accompanied by a black-clothed monk and a military general with a sword.

"Syros Mahamu?" The young man looked Mahamu up and down, and smiled at the black-clothed monk beside him: "This king still thinks that you have three heads and six arms. ”

"Your Highness has heard of this fang?" But Yao Guangxiao was a little surprised. Although Mahamu is a Warat nobleman, compared to His Royal Highness King Yan, who has already shocked the world, the gap is still like cloud mud.

"I heard a little." Zhu Di smiled and looked at Ma Hamu with a playful look. How could he not know this person? The "Son of Heaven", who later ruined his prestige, was defeated at the hands of Mahamu's grandson, Solos Yexian.

And now, although this Mahamu is also strong, and his eyes are flashing with great ambition, compared to himself and even many nobles of the Ming Dynasty today, it is only four words, "but Erer".

"Mahamu, do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

"Does His Royal Highness King Yan intend to recruit me?" Although the expression on Mahamu's face remained unchanged, Zhu Di could see that there was a look of emotion in his eyes.

"Heh, let this king surrender? You're not worthy yet. Zhu Di said. If thou shalt ask this king to receive thee; Seeing that you still have some talents, this king may be able to reuse them. ”

"Come, give him that thing." Zhu Di said.

Behind him, Wang first threw a handful of scissors to Mahamu, who was in prison.

“…… This is? Mahamu was a little puzzled.

"This king knows that you have a backbone in the back of your head." Zhu Di said coldly. "If you do things for me, you will be in trouble for a long time."

"But this king is not an unreasonable person, if you can castrate yourself, this king can still use it, and will take you to lay down a big territory, even if you are a marquis in the future, your name will go down in history, and even become a great man of Mongolia, it is not impossible."

Zhu Di talked eloquently, but Ma Hamu was already stunned, he looked at Zhu Di in amazement, and only after a long time did he come out of his mouth an incredible sentence: "Go, castrate?" ”

"Not bad." Zhu Di nodded, with a somewhat malicious expression on his face. "Castration."

"You ......," Mahamu's face turned red suddenly, "that you have humiliated me so much?" ”

"To go or not to go, it's up to you." Zhu Di was unmoved, and had already turned around with Yao Guangxiao.

"After ten days, you will be punished by the canon. Do you want to die namelessly, or do you want to live vigorously? ”

“…… Yes! Yes! "In the dungeon, which had become dark again, there was a desperate roar of Mahamu.

(End of chapter)