"So those Chahars were really killed by me, Tumot!"

In the palace, Omubuhan paced back and forth, restless, and stood on both sides of the Tumot tribes.

"I checked for five days and confirmed it. Temur, in my tribe, gathered more than 50 tribes to the north late at night, disappeared for three days, which was exactly the same as the time when Chahar was attacked! He also confessed to this!"

Tokbo kneeled on the ground, expressionless.

"Where is Temuer?"

"I have been detained by me and am waiting for the Khan to die. Not all the other participants are from my tribe. I have only detained twenty-one people from this tribe!"

"Immediately escort him to naturalize and interrogate others!" Omubuhan was furious, "Tokbo, you are not good at managing the people, but you know that you have caused me a lot of trouble this time!"

"It's all villains who sweat a lot and calm down!"

"Do you really want me to tell you that all these fifty people are left to Chahar?" Omubuhan shook his head and sighed. He could understand the hatred of these herdsmen against Chahar, but he was putting him, the big khan, on the stove, on the barbecue.

If you don’t give it, it will be difficult to calm the anger of the Chahar people. If you don’t do it well, it will trigger a fierce conflict; if you give it, let him explain to the tribe’s people.

Temur was soon sent to naturalization. The cavalry of Maohan Yin led the Khan tent immediately interrogated and arrested all 55 herders involved in the sneak attack on the Chahar people within two days and imprisoned.

The ten-day deadline is approaching.

Omubu Khan is still hesitant about how to answer the Chahars, and the leaders have been controversial.

The Tumotes were weak and the Chahar cavalry was close at hand. Everyone could understand the difficulties of the Khan, but everyone was unwilling to give more than 50 herders to the Chahars to deal with.

"Ezhe only wants to avenge his Chahar people. Tens of thousands of Tumot people sprinkle blood in the south of the desert. Who can avenge this revenge!" Gu Luge was filled with righteous indignation, "If the Khan sent these fifty people to Chahar, he would lose the heart of Tumot people!"

"If you don't follow me, Ezhe will use this to invade and naturalize, what about?" asked Omubuhan.

No one in the tent can answer.

The number of Chahar cavalry is twice that of the Tumotes. In the past few months, everyone has seen the Mongolian sect leader trying to find their own ranch. Is there anything better than naturalization in the south of the desert?

After a while of silence, Geriletu suddenly made a statement: "Why didn't the Khan summon Zhai? The Han cavalry and the Tumots Bichahar are not weaker, and Ezhe may not have the courage to fight!"

"Han tribe?" Gu Luge sneered, "It would be good if those people don't make any bad things!"

"Why don't you try it?" Geriletu insisted.

At the moment, he was helpless, and Omubuhan thought for a long time, made up his mind and ordered Geriletu: "You can go there yourself and help me pass on Zhai Zhe to come." No matter how bad it is, it is just the situation in front of you.

It has been more than ten days since Zhai Zhe went out of the border, and all the affairs of the Han Dynasty were in order.

On the top of Lao Ya Mountain and by the Yellow River, in addition to occasionally participating in military camp training, Zhai Zhe found that he was much more leisurely than in the pass.

The tranquility of the southern desert grassland is a deadlock for the weak Han tribe. Only by moving can we find good opportunities, but now the Han tribe does not have the strength to leverage the entire situation.

The grassland in May is the best grassland. At the best time, Zhai Zhe is patiently waiting for the best opportunity.

Waiting is not terrible, what is terrible is that you can't catch it when the opportunity comes.

On the northern mountain road, a row of Tumot cavalry rushed to the foot of Laoya Mountain. Geriletu was an old friend of the Han tribe, and Ji Hong personally accompanied him up the mountain.

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Top of Lao Ya Mountain.

As soon as the two met, Geriletu had no intention of greetings, walked over and said, "Khan, I will invite you to naturalization!"

"What's the matter?" Zhai Zhe ordered his personal soldiers to bring a chair to Geriletu and put it next to him.

Sitting on the top of Laoya Mountain to enjoy the spring sunshine, the mountains are continuous in view and connected to the grasslands in the distant horizon. These days he seems extremely leisurely, but in fact he feels as uncomfortable as a cat in his heart.

"A small thing!"

Of course, it would not be a trivial matter to let Geriletu come.

"To be honest, I really don't dare to enter Guihua City casually now!" Zhai Zhe's expression didn't seem to be joking.

“Why?”

"Master Duojujie accompanied the Huang Cult Lama from Liaodong to run to Guihua City every few days, and I feel unsure!"

Geriletu patted his chest and said, "You don't have to worry this time, I guarantee it with my life!"

"What's the matter?" Zhai Zhe asked again.

Geriletu knew that sooner or later, he would tell Zhai Zhe that there was no need to hide it and tell the conflict between Chahar and Tumot in detail.

"Da Khan wants to ask you to help Tumot again!"

"Okay!" Zhai Zhe stood up from his chair, turned his head and ordered to the personal soldiers standing not far away: "Call the cavalry immediately!"

Bao Guang ordered five hundred people from the personal guard camp to escort Zhai Zhe to the north in advance, and Geriletu and Zhai Zhe went together.

"You have also had dates with Ezhe. Do you think the Chahars will use this to send troops?" Geriletu was unsure.

"If you were Ezhe, would you?"

Geriletu was stunned, thought for a long time, and hesitated, "Yes!"

"That's all!"

The big dark horse accelerated and threw away Geriletu, and Zhai Zhe laughed loudly from the front.

This time, Omubu Han went out of Guihua City to welcome Zhai Zhe for five miles, giving him enough face. Five hundred personal guards were stationed outside the Guihua City. Zhai Zhe was half behind Omubu Han into the city. Among the commanders of the Tumot tribes facing each other, he saw Princess Ulan. She wore a goose yellow close-fitting skirt today, which fully set off her petite figure. The bun on her forehead was hung with yellow jewelry, which was a bit dazzling in the sun.

The eyes of Ulan and Zhai Zhe flashed at once.

Everyone stayed in the barracks outside Guihua City, and only Ezhe followed Omubuhan into the royal palace.

Mao Hanyin tiptoed to serve tea to the two of them. The Han tribe was still the former Han tribe. The Tumotes had completely different attitudes towards Zhai Zhe. It seems that anyone would know how to cherish anything when they were fighting for it.

"Griletu told you all the situation!"

Zhai Zhewei bowed and said, "I said it all!"

"Tomorrow is the tenth day. Ezhe gathered more than 10,000 Chahar cavalry to be stationed fifty miles north of Guihua City!"

"Don't worry, Khan, Ezhe will never fight with Tumot!"

Hearing Zhai Zhe's tone so affirmed, Omubuhan calmed down and said, "This is the best!"

"I heard that Temuer and others were all imprisoned, and no one was going to hand it over to Ezhe when the Khanate!"

"good!"

These days, news from Tmuer and others has spread in the Tumot tribe, and several groups of people have risked their lives to petition Omubuhan to demand forgiveness of Tmuer's sins. The criminal in the eyes of the Chahars is the British in the hearts of the Tumot people.

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Zhai Zhe bowed to the meeting and said, "This matter can be big or small. I have met several times with Chahar Khan Ezhe. I am willing to keep the two Khans in touch and discuss this matter face to face tomorrow!"

“So best!”

"It's just that things have come to this point. I'm afraid the Chahars people have heard some news. Can they let go if they don't give it to the Chahars people?"

Omubuhan hesitated for a moment and said, "At most, one evil person can only be born!"

"Okay, it's not time to go, so I'll wait for my news!" Zhai Zhe stood up and said goodbye.

After leaving Guihua City, he kept leading his personal guard camp to the Chahar barracks north of Guihua City.

The next morning, more than 4,000 Han cavalrymen were stationed in Zuo Ruo, and Fengqin led them to station fifty miles west of Guihua City. In the afternoon, Omubuhan and Ezhe each led 1,000 light cavalry outside the Han army camp, and Zhai Zhe went out of the camp to welcome the two of them.

"It is a great honor for the two great khans to condescend to enter the Han cavalry camp!"

Zhai Zhe specially found the best chef from the Han department and prepared the best wine.

Ezhe sat on the main seat, Omubuhan sat on the right side, and Zhai Zhe sat on the left side.

"I have only one idea to invite the two great khans to come here. I hope that there will be no more blood in Mongolia!" Here, Zhai Zhe no longer speaks as the Tumote Han tribe. He only needs this identity when he is in the Ming Dynasty.

"This is exactly what I think!" Ezhe looked at Omubuhan.

"Omubuhan should understand my sincerity. Since the beginning of the New Year, I strictly forbidden the Chahars people to cause trouble in Guihua City. Even the route of moving east is delineated. However, when things come, the Chahars people cannot be humiliated!"

Omubuhan looked at Zhai Zhe and saw that he was lowering his head to drink.

"If the Tumotes don't hand over the murderer, this matter must not be abandoned!" Ezhe looked up and drank a glass of wine, and placed the glass heavily on the desk.

"The murderer is indeed in the Tumot tribe, but the Khan also knows the former hatred of the two tribes!" Zhai Zhe suddenly interjected.

"Not bad!" Omubuhan's back straightened up, and he didn't pay any attention to Zhai Zhe admitted his guilt for him.

"You Han people have such rules as killing people! "Ezhe expressed his expression that he was very dissatisfied. He needed an explanation, and his subordinates also needed him to give an explanation. He assembled more than 10,000 cavalrymen, how could he give up?

"Take the evil one! How about it?" Zhai Zhe made a bargaining chip, and he seemed to be the real negotiator. This is also the bottom line that Omubuhan gave him.

Ezhe sneered and said, "Are you kidding? Judging from the horse hoof marks discovered by the scout, there were at least fifty attackers. Are we a three-year-old child? " He stretched out one hand, his fingers spread apart, and said firmly, "Fifty people, at least fifty murderers must be handed over!"

"That's impossible!" Omubuhan shook his head.

"Then I can only get fifty Tumots' heads by myself!" Ezhe stood up, "Thank you for the fine wine of the Han people!" He stepped out the door.
To be continued...