Fighting with the Mongols was never easy, even for ethnic groups like the Jurchens, which were mainly cavalry, because they had endless room for retreat.

A few years ago, Huang Taiji worked hard across the country to carry out an expedition and drove Lin Dankhan to the west of the desert, greatly damaging Chahar's strength. In fact, he did not find the tail of the Chahar people. The only victory was the Han people. The Tumotes attacked the Junzijin Ferry. Then Dorgon took the risk of expedition to the west and almost failed on the bank of the Yellow River and Guihua City.

In Guyuan City on the edge of Duoyan Grassland.

Yue Tuo gently tore open the gray-yellow envelope, and the rough paper edges shaved hard across his fingers. After carefully reading the letter, he frowned, then stretched out, folded the letter neatly and put it back. The news from Monan and the Ming Dynasty gathered into his hands bit by bit, and then passed to the palace in Liaodong.

Yuetuo stood up and walked to the window. Under the fire sunlight, cicadas were screaming madly on the tree. It was only in the past few months that they could make sounds.

"Shank you! Oh, no, Your Majesty is about to return to Shengjing!"

The Qing Dynasty convened 60,000 troops to fight against North Korea from March. This was the first battle after Huang Taiji ascended the throne. It was of far-reaching significance, so he chose the weak and tired North Korea. He also blamed the stupid North Korean envoys to come to him. There was no suspense in the victory or defeat of the victory. He received help from the Dengzhou artillery battalion, which defected from the Ming Dynasty, and was invincible along the way. He captured all the Korean royal family, forcing him to cut off relations with the Ming Dynasty, and recognized the Qing Dynasty as the sect leader. From then on, there would be no future troubles in Liaodong.

"It's the North Korean incident, it's time to go to Mongolia!"

The cicada's noisy screams did not affect Yue Tuo's mood at all. Huang Taiji surrendered his position as Beile, but he handed all the situation in Monan to him. His intention was to make up for his past sins.

Yue Tuo understood that after two unsuccessful campaigns, the Qing Dynasty became more cautious in the Mongolian conquests in the future, and then launching a large army was the ultimate strategy. Only by letting the Mongolian tribes start to be in chaos first, the Qing Dynasty won unparalleled achievements without fighting. They have done this for decades.

"It's that Han man again!" Yue Tuo shook his head gently, quickly returned to the table, wrote a letter like lightning, and after the ink was dry, he folded the seal and ordered outside: "Come on, hand this letter to Master Kaba!"

The personal soldiers entered and took the letter and left quickly.

The Qing Dynasty and Mongolian tribes all believed in the Yellow Sect, and the Yellow Sect Lamas who traveled on the grassland became the best messengers on both sides. No matter who it was, even the Chahars who believed in red pepper did not dare to be rude to the Yellow Sect Lamas.

"Zhai Zhe and Ezhe!" Yue Tuo gently muttered the names of the two people, which was Mo Nan's eyes.

In the tavern at Zhangjiakou Market.

Zhai Zhe suddenly sneezes, rubs his nose hard, and smiles: "I don't know who is interested in me!"

He pointed his hand at the lively street outside and said to Zuo Ruo opposite him: "This is the famous east entrance in the world. Seven years ago, I walked from here to Tumot!"

Back here, Zhangjiakou is more prosperous than before under the management of the Eight Great Masters. Even the traffic has expanded outwardly, but there are fewer people familiar with it. Gong Chen went to Datong, and most of the other friends were separated. In recent years, the owners of several major businesses have been staying in Xuanfu in the Great Wall for most of their time, leaving behind a shrewd and capable shopkeeper here to be in charge.

"This place is better than killing Hukou!" Zuo Ruo said a fair word. For a month, he and Feng Qin had traveled all over the southern mourning grassland. When Huang Taiji led his army back from North Korea, the southern mourning became the battlefield again. Zhai Zhe wanted the Han army commander to wash up the terrain here.

"Of course!" Zhai Zhe pointed to the inner direction, "Add to the inside is the capital of the Ming Dynasty!"

The Chahar tribe's reoccupation of Zhangba grassland did make the people of Zhangjiakou panic for a while, but over the years they have also been accustomed to changing different flags at the door. No matter who is there, they cannot live without the caravans of the Han people.

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Recruiting the people 8

The grassland in the south of the Moxi Province has been dull in summer and autumn.

In the year after the Battle of Naturalization, the Han generals recruited new soldiers out of the frontier into skilled cavalry, but they had not experienced the baptism of the battlefield; Huang Taiji called himself emperor and changed the Jin Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, conquered North Korea, and obtained a stable rear; Ezhe led the Chahars to return to the south of the desert and had enough ranches, but they gained very little when contacting the tribes that were in the east of the desert and defected; Tumot was surrounded by naturalization by enemies, but he also spent a year peacefully.

Only Princess Ulan in Guihua City is one year older.

In the Mongolian tribe, he was still married at this age and was already a veritable old woman, but no one who wanted to marry her could come and be naturalized.

Before conquering Chahar, Yuetuo had no chance to step into his sad place again; after Zhai Zhe threatened Omubuhan, he really did not dare to enter Guihua City again, and even he led at least one thousand guards to and from the East Entrance and Helinger. The cavalry of Arukha had not appeared in the south of the desert this year.

In the royal palace of Guihua City, Omubuhan received a secret letter from Master Duojuejie, and he couldn't even remember how many of the letters he had.

"If there is nothing wrong with the sweat, I will take my leave now!" Master Duojuejie lowered his dry hands into his sleeve. He practiced all year round and was not very annoyed by the black shadow Reed's activities.

"Thank you, Master!" Omubuhan clasped his hands together and gave them respectfully.

After seeing off the master and returning to the secret room, Omubuhan quietly read the letter and frowned and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, he slapped the table, which made his right hand hurt. He finally made up his mind.

"Marrying Yuetuo, Tumote is no less bad than that!"

Yue Tou convinced him! After losing the Han tribe, Tumot was trapped in naturalization. Since he was forced by Chahar and Zhai Zhe in May, Omubuhan has been feeling in pins and needles. The first time these two people could do it, there might be a second time. He was always worried that Chahar and the Han tribe would one day conspire to annex Tumot.

Omubuhan stepped out of the door and ordered Mao Hanyin, who was standing not far away: "Call the princess!"

"yes!"

The cavalry of the Khan Tent rushed out of Guihua City.

On the east side of Liangcheng is the junction of grasslands and forests. The grass is lush and the shade is vast. The springs flowing down from Manhan Mountain gather into a half-meter-wide spring. This is the best summer resort in the south of the desert, and only the princess can occupy it.

There are more than a dozen yurts of all sizes hidden in the dense forest, and Ulan stays here almost all summer.

The quiet and cool forests and the companionship of cool springs made her forget all her worries, and the rumors in Guihua City could not be spread in such a remote place. Until the end of summer, she was unwilling to leave here. As Zhai Zhe said, why should she get involved in the world of men, just bear her own destiny.

The sound of hoofs that came hurriedly broke her tranquility.

"The Khan summoned the princess!" He came to the envoy to give the order respectfully.

"You go back and report first! I'll arrive later!"

The garrison troops put away their yurts, the cavalry packed their bags, and Ulan stepped on the red horse, and always felt uneasy in her heart. Now for her, no news is good news.

Walk out of the mountains and forests, and the city of Guihua stands on the northern horizon.

Just after the autumn harvest season, horse-drawn carts passed through the grassland. The ragged Han people drove from Fengzhou Beach to deliver the rice and millet harvested this year. There was not much rainfall on the grassland this year, and the harvest was not as good as in previous years. I wonder if all the troops could hold on until this time next year.

Wulan put away her thoughts and shouted sweetly: "Hold!" The red horse ran like lightning. (To be continued)

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