When it was getting dark, Amur and Wang Yi arrived at Guihua City.

The last touch of red remains in the horizon in the West, like a beautiful woman's red lips and a bloody wound. Blood-redness can easily make people feel an ominous premonition.

The blood of the Mongols in Hetao Modong has not yet dried up. Tokbo reached out and pressed his forehead to look into the distance. The Ming Dynasty and the Chahar people are very tough. What should Tumote do?

At this time in the past, the gates of Guihua City had been closed, but the rules were determined by people.

The Tumoth cavalry did not ignite the torch, and the guards at the top of the city identified the flags of the Mott tribe in the dim light. The west gate was wide open, and the blazing bonfire was lit at the top of the city, and a smell of smell was emitted in the air.

The Pearl of the Prairie is nothing more than a dirty city.

The Mongols in Guihua City like to throw Yuku livestock manure into the fire, which not only saves wood, but also saves the trouble of transporting manure outside the city. Without Han slaves, they have to rely on themselves for everything, they have learned to save resources.

Atokbo's cavalry were in a row, walking slowly through the city gate. The guards on the city head and both sides looked nervous. The leader who guarded the city gate did not breathe a sigh of relief until he saw Tokbo's stable figure immediately.

Nothing happened in the grassland, and the Tumots strengthened their vigilance in the city of Guihua.

Geriletu spent the whole day with Zuo Ruo at Tokbo's mansion. He was very tired of talking to someone like Zuo Ruo. He almost talked about all the topics he could come up with, and finally waited for the news that Tokbo's return.

Most of the naturalized streets were immersed in the darkness. In the past, when the Han people's shops were open, it was still very lively at this time.

Cavalry crossed deserted streets.

Suddenly, there was a swearing sound in front of him. In the firelight in front of him, four Tumoth warriors were waving their whips to beat several drunks.

The drunken ghost was confused and blocked the whip with his arms while twisting his waist, as if he was dancing the dance of the drunk Eight Immortals.

Seeing Tokbo's horse team coming, the Tumot Warrior stood respectfully on the side. A drunkard walked towards Tokbo's horse's head. The guard who turned his head urged him to step forward and whipped the drunkard's shoulder with a whip. The long whip swept towards the drunkard with a whirlwind, and actually brought his body of more than 100 pounds up and threw it towards the corner of the roadside.

Tokebo didn't even raise his eyelids and ordered: "Turn them all out"

The Tumot Samurai standing by the road bowed and replied: "Abide by the order"

The drunks are not Tumotes. Every year, some Mongolians from faraway tribes will travel thousands of miles to drive their livestock and bring fur to naturalization, then exchange all their goods for fine wine, and immerse themselves in the intoxication for several months. They sing, they dance, and then they have nothing to become robbers.

Guihua City is an open city. Wang Yi knew very well that when the Tumotes drove away outsiders, they were preparing for the war.

This is the grassland, and the Tumotes must use knives to maintain the status of the naturalized city.

When they arrived in front of Tokbo's mansion, there were already lights inside.

The butler of Tokbo was waiting at the door, and the servants came over to take the reins of Tokbo and Wang Yi's horses. They had only had one meal today and were already hungry.

Tokbo and the housekeeper murmured a few words, knowing that Zuo Ruo and Geriletu had already used up their supper.

Zuo Ruo did not leave the mansion for a day. He refused the maids and servants sent by the Tumotes, and his residence was guarded by Han guards.

Wang Yi waved to Tokbo. Although he was hungry, he insisted: "I want to meet Lord Zuo first."

Tokebo nodded: "I'll go too"

While the two were talking at the door, a burly man walked out of the door, and Geriletu shouted from a distance from more than a dozen people: "I thought you wouldn't come back today."

If Ezhe successfully accepts the invitation, according to etiquette, the Chahars should hold a bonfire party tonight to welcome the Tumots.

Wang Yi shook his head gently towards Geriletu, and the tone behind Geriletu quickly dropped.

Bad news will bring bad moods. It turns out that they are all a little afraid of Zuo Ruo.

Tokbo ordered the cavalry to return to the garrison to rest. Geriletu walked in front and the three of them went to Zuoru's residence.

When Ming Jun, who was guarding the door, saw the three of them coming, he first informed them and then let them in after receiving Zuo Ruo's order. The yard was very quiet, and this was Tokbo's home. Now he felt that there was an extra solemn atmosphere here.

Zuo Ruo was sitting in the middle of the main hall. He lit an oil lamp on his right hand, shaped like a blooming flame. The Mongolians rarely used oil lamps, and this exquisite oil lamp was a gift given to Tokbo by the Han merchants.

Wang Yi quickly stepped forward: "Sir to Participate"

"What, is it not going well today?" Zuo Ruo saw the expressions of these people and guessed the situation seven or eight.

"It's...," Wang Yi said a long story short, and after briefly narrating the Chahar Khan Court, he did not dare to add fuel to the fire, nor did he hide the arrogance of the Chahar people.

Tokbo, Geriletu and Wang Yi all lowered their heads, and they didn't know what Zuo Ruo's expression was now.

After Wang Yi said that, he waited for a moment, and only heard Zuo Ruo say, "Thank you for your hard work today, let's talk about it when the Chahar people arrive at naturalization tomorrow."

The three of them left.

Tokbo and Griletu were both very thoughtful. No one on the grassland wanted Chahar to fall apart or even start a war with the Ming Dynasty, including Chahar and the Ming army themselves.

Wang Yi was very hungry. After dinner, he said goodbye to the two and returned to his residence.

Tomorrow, Amur will see the results when he is naturalized, but if Lord Zuo wants the Chahars to make concessions, he will not believe it even if he dies.

Throughout the night, the Tumotes drove away the herders from other small tribes in the streets of Guihua City.

The cavalry threatened and intimidated: "The war in Guihua City is about to go. If you don't leave, you will use your blood to fatten the grass in the desert south."

When the sun rose, the Tumotes went to the surrounding area of ​​Guihua City to gather troops and gather troops. Before the Chahars and the Ming army moved, the Tumotes seemed to be facing a great enemy.

Tokbo and Geriletu first came to see Zuo Ruo in the morning, and then ordered martial law in Guihua City. Wang Yi also came to Zuo Ruo early in the morning. Both of his eyes were swollen and he did not sleep well last night.

In the morning, the Tumoth cavalry continued to assemble to naturalize.

At around noon, the scouts who were closely following the grasslands in the east came to report: "The five hundred Chahar cavalry are coming to the naturalization."

Tokbo immediately came to inform Zuo Ruo.

Five hundred cavalrymen yesterday Wang Yi went to Chahar Khan Court to bring 500 people, and today Amur came to Guihua City and brought 500 people. This is really impolite to come and not go.

Zuo Ruo was not angry, Ezhe refused his invitation, but did not give him mercy. He always felt that he knew the Mongolians better than the Regent. On the grassland, the most convenient way to snatch something was to snatch it.

After Tokebo said goodbye to Zuo Ruo, he personally led his troops to the east grassland. Tumot is the master of Guihua City, and he wants to fulfill his friendship with the landlord.

About half an hour later, the two rows of cavalry who were greeting and rushing to arrive outside Guihua City.

The two teams of cavalry were clearly separated, the Tumot cavalry were all wearing armor, and the Chahar people were all commoners. Amur did not ask his subordinates to lead the weapons given to Chahar by the Ming Dynasty.

After noon, it was time for dinner, Tokbo handed over the Chahars to Griletu and went to ask Zuo Ruo for instructions.

Today, the yard where Zuo Ruo lives is cleaned, especially Yu Jing. The Ming soldiers standing at the door are majestic and majestic.

The Han and Mongolians have completely different abilities to withstand filth. Every time Tokbo walks into the yard, he feels ashamed of the filthiness in other parts of his mansion.

With such a group of people at home, he can't sleep well, and he just hopes that this matter will end safely quickly and restore peace.

"Sir, Chahar came from afar. I have prepared a banquet and asked him to come to summon Amur."

Zuo Ruo glanced at Tokbo and asked, "Have you arrived?" and asked, "Did Ezhe prepare a banquet for you yesterday?"

Tokebo's heart skipped a beat. Lord Zuo is not such a stingy person.

Zuo Ruo didn't let him continue to guess, and then said, "Let Amur come here. I'll have annoyed you these days. I'll leave after finishing my work." His voice was very calm, as if the extremely complicated negotiations in Tokbo's heart would end in just a moment.

Tokebo paused, dared not refute, and turned around and went out.

After a while, footsteps and noise came from outside.

Zuo Ruo returned to the main seat of the main hall and sat down, and his personal soldiers who had followed him for many years stood on both sides.

Wang Yixian came in: "Sir, Chahar envoy Amur asked for a visit."

Zuo Ruo said: "Let them all come in."

"They" refers to Tokbo, Griletu and Amur.

The wooden door was wide open, Amur walked in front, Tokbo and Griletu followed behind. Amur wore a dark gray hat, blocking the slightly bald head.

"Meet Lord Zuo" The wrinkles on his face are like dense gullies on the Loess Plateau. When he smiles, the gullies are deeper. The wrinkles on an old man's face indicate his wisdom. Amur feels that no one in the grassland is wiser than him.

"Do you want to recall the Chahar people from my troops?"

Zuo Ruo asked very directly, and the smile on Amur's face froze, saying, "Chahar is about to migrate to the east of the Mo River. The Chahar people have helped the Ming Dynasty for half a year. The Khan is kind and does not want the tribe to divorce his wife for a long time, so..."

Zuo Ruo said gently: "Our soldiers came to Shaanxi last year and have not seen relatives for almost a year."

Amur said: "The Lords fight for the Ming Dynasty"

"Amur, what if I don't want to let them go back?"

"Sir, they are Chahars," Amur sighed, "Can you tie the four hooves of their war horses?"

Zuo Ruo smiled, "They are no longer Hetao. They have followed my orders to go to Ganzhou Central Guards." Ganzhou Central Guards are close to Lanzhou, and many rebels in Shaanxi were driven away by Qing captives and hid nearby.

Hearing this, even Geriletu and Tokbo were shocked, and half of the cavalry were Tumots. Amur's face changed and suddenly sterned: "Please call them back immediately."

"Who do you think you are?"

Amur's eyes were almost spitting out of fire: "Sir Zuo, what do you think this is? This is the Mongol grassland. The Khan only needs to send an order, and the Chahar people will not only not listen to your orders, but will also become your trouble."

"What do you think this is?" Zuo Ruo opened his arms, "Is the grassland? This is just Tokbo's mansion."
Chapter completed!