Three miles away from the rushing river, where Meng Kang's axe passed, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. His left-wing cavalry can be called a machine for harvesting life. Wherever he passed, both the civilians and the Jurchen soldiers were corpses and the grass. Bloodshot aroused fear in people's hearts, especially the civilians who had never experienced the battlefield. Many people ran in panic and jumped down the rolling Yellow River regardless of their lives.

"If the civil servants do not kill them, they will kneel down and receive surrender!"

Zhai Zhe frowned and ordered the soldiers to raise their flags and run to the battlefield to convey the message.

The civilians who understood the orders of the Han cavalry crawled on the ground, and could only see an inch of the land in front of them. The chopped corpses fell beside them, and blood flowed into small rivers and flowed through the cracks of the grass. Some of them came from Liaodong people, and some were requisitioned from the Tumote tribe, but they were all Han people.

There were few Jurchens who surrendered, and even if they surrendered, they could not save their lives. They resisted being oppressed to the bank of the Yellow River.

There were nearly dozens of small boats swaying with the waves at the ferry. A few panicked boatmen jumped up and wanted to rock the boat and leave. There was no way out for Jurchen soldiers to swarm and shouted: "Rock the boat!"

There were many soldiers and heavy steps. The ships were tilted into the river and could not escape quickly.

The Han cavalry rushed to the shore.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Thousands of long arrows flew past like hornets, and the sound of "whimpering" sounds sounded and nailed to the wooden boat that was trying to escape. The Jurchens who were nestled at the bow of the boat were shot like honeycombs, fell on the surface of the ship and rolled into the water. They were not white armored soldiers, and they did not have thick armor that could withstand bows and arrows.

Among the chaotic army, two small boats staggered away from the shore from the gaps of the arrow rain and fled into the surging river water. Each boat had twenty or thirty defeated soldiers on its bow.

Meng Kang on the shore waved his axe and cursed.

Another rain of arrows fell, but it could no longer extend to the distance of the ship.

"Let them escape!" Lei Yanqian was also unwilling to accept it.

Zhai Zhece immediately stepped forward and snorted coldly: "They can't escape!"

The pier on the other side was hazy, and you could vaguely see the flowing cavalry, who were hunters active in the Hetao grassland.

It was finally dawn, and the sun rose as usual to dispel the mist from the early morning grassland.

There were ruins outside the Jurchen grain camp and piles of ashes. Some were on guard and defense, while others were making fires to cook.

More than a dozen Mongolian cavalrymen rushed into the Jurchen barracks. The knights led by the leader calmed down and showed a wooden box, with blood still dripping from the gap.

Yue Tuo sat upright as Mount Tai, glancing with a cold look, his signature gentle smile disappeared.

The personal soldiers stepped forward to take the box, lifted the wooden lid, and a head suddenly appeared.

The broken neck is very fresh, so fresh that the five fingers of the personal soldiers who took over are bright red.

The personal soldiers covered the wooden box and placed it on the ground, knelt in front of Yuetuo and reported: "It's Lord Su Mulu."

Yue Tuo's face was as usual and asked, "What do you mean by yourself?"

The knight was respectful and said, "The Khan asked me to tell Belle that if Belle leaves the barracks and hand over the armor, he can save the lives of these three thousand people."

"That's to ask me to surrender!" Yue Tuo raised his face, "Who is sweating?"

"I come from the Arukha tribe." The knight was arrogant, and it was the most powerful tribe in the northern desert.

"Chchen Khan!" Yue Tou sneered, his calm face suddenly turned into ferociousness, and he roared angrily: "Please tell him that I can surrender. I want to meet Omubu Khan, and I want to ask why he betrayed me!"

The knight left in a hurry.

North of Guihua City.

At the hour of Mao, the Tumote Central Army camp pointed the generals as usual.

Omubuhan suppressed his excitement, his voice heavy and slow, "Last night, the Mobei cavalry sneaked into Yuetuo's barracks."

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0 There was a silence in the tent, and everyone guessed the result.

"The letter from Chechen Khan sent me, inviting me to attack the Jurchens together. What do you think?" Omubuhan raised a thin letter with his right hand, and his eyes carefully paid attention to the expressions of the leaders.

"It depends on the Khan!" Geriletu took the lead and made his attitude. No one here is fool. After experiencing a bizarre night last night, who doesn't know the Khan's intention?

Gu Luge also bowed and said, "Now tens of thousands of troops in the northern desert have entered the naturalized hinterland, and Tumote has to follow."

Omubuhan nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "The army returns to naturalize immediately!"

The Tumotes drove the camp in a mighty manner, leaving the Han troops on the east side to return first.

In the afternoon, there were few people outside Guihua City. After the Tumot army arrived, they set up camp. A row of nearly a hundred cavalrymen rushed to the southwest, and the knights held high the flag of Arukha.

Geriletu introduced the envoy to the royal palace.

A quarter of an hour later, Omubu Khan ordered two thousand khan's tents and followed the envoy to the Jurchen food camp.

The cavalry camp in the north of Mobei covers the sky and the sun, and the flags of the 40,000 cavalry camp are swaying.

Omubu Khan entered the Arukha Central Army's tent.

Both Khans in Mobei were there, and Chechen Khan and Omubu Khan were waiting for him and said, "Yuetuo said he would have to see you before he was willing to surrender!"

Omubuhan picked up the tea bowl and shook his right hand. He hadn't thought about how to face Yuetuo.

Chechen Khan looked at his expression.

So far, the Mongolians in Mobei have broken their faces with the Jurchens, and the Tumotes have been huddled behind. The three people in the tent each have small plans. Yuetuo's three thousand people are fat in the bowl, and no one is willing to speak to swallow them.

The war has just begun, and this war is too variable. Whoever destroys these 3,000 people will undoubtedly become the mortal enemy of the Jurchens. If the Mongolian coalition forces can successfully destroy Dorgon's 30,000 Western Expedition Army, everyone will have more confidence, but before that, no one would want to be the rafter to stand out.

When the ugly daughter-in-law finally saw her parents-in-law, Omubuhan took a sip of tea and calmed down. He knew that this was an unavoidable knot. He stood up and nodded and said, "I am willing to see him!"

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The cavalry surrounded Omubu Khan and approached the Jurchen camp. One night, the place that had scared him became a refugee camp, and he almost became a prisoner of Yuetuo.

Don’t blame me, you are all forcing me! Omubuhan dismounted and walked.

Outside the burning ruins, the personal soldiers shouted loudly: "Yuetobel, King Tumot is here!"

A moment later, a cavalry flew out from the Jurchen camp, and Yue Tuo drove his horse to ten steps in front of Omubu Khan, bowed his head and mocked, "Don't the Khan dare to enter my barracks now?"

Omubu Hanping withdrew his personal soldiers and said, "People who have learned a lesson are always more careful."

Yue Tuo looked at Omubuhan with pity and asked, "How could you bewitched by those people and betray Dajin? Have you forgotten our reinvention of Tumot?"

"The arrow is on the string, I have to fire it."

Yue Tuo said generously, "I have a big gold medal with a armor of 100,000. You are just picking up a temporary loophole. When Dorgon's army returns east, Tiancong Khan raises troops from Liaodong to look west. Where can you have a place to stay?"

In a dangerous situation, he still looked arrogant and arrogant. Omubuhan hated Yue Tuo's tone. His expression as if he was born inferior to others as a prisoner.

"It's over here, and it's useless to say that the Mongols are descendants of Genghis Khan."

Yue Tuo calmed down and said, "You and I will become relatives, so I remind you to return when you are lost. When my soldiers from Dajin arrived, the people in Mobei may not even find their shadows. Can the Tumotes follow them to nomadic on the grassland? Can you discard the newly reclaimed fertile fields of the Han people in the prosperity of Guihua City?"

"The Jurchens cannot always be the winner!" Omubuhan raised his voice and the guards not far away also looked at this side.

Yue Tuo shook his head and his voice softly, "If you regret it, there is still a chance!"

In the afternoon, 3,000 Jurchens surrendered their weapons and armor, and the food accumulated in the camp was divided by the four Mongolian parts.

Three thousand Jurchen surrendered soldiers became hot potatoes, and no one was willing to accept them. They were finally divided into three parts. Chechen Khan, Zasaktu Khan and Omubu Khan each detained 1,000 people, and Yue Tuo himself was imprisoned in Guihua City, and their fate was in the hands of Dorgon's army in the west of the desert.

The fire the day and night before yesterday made Tumote herders secretly pay attention to the Jurchen food camp. The Mongolian army in northern desert blocked the area for dozens of miles, and outsiders were strictly prohibited from entering. The herders were panicked, and in order to calm the hearts of the people, Omubu Khan ordered the cavalry of the Khan tent to go to Liangcheng and Tumochuan to inspect.
Chapter completed!