"First of all, Grand Master, my Ming Emperor has said that if the Grand Master and the tribal leaders are unwilling to withdraw their troops, please leave this Chinese army tent immediately. Soon our Emperor Ming will summon heavenly punishment here."

"What? Heaven's punishment?" Hearing the announcement from the junior official of the Ministry of Etiquette in front of him, he suddenly felt himself laughing out loud, "Haha! I would like to see what kind of heaven's punishment this grand master is."

"Brother, why don't we leave this Chinese army tent at all? The emperor has unpredictable power." At this time, Boyan Tiemuer, who was standing beside him, also persuaded his elder brother.

"Boyan Tiemur, what do you mean?" At this time, Suning, who also heard Boyant Tiemur's reminder first, couldn't help but think of the godly talker, and couldn't sit still, "Tribal leaders, let's go out first.

Let’s see what the Ming Emperor is up to in this Chinese military tent.”

"Yes! Grand Master." These tribal leaders had all seen Suning's methods. As soon as Ye Xian finished speaking, they immediately rushed out of the Chinese army's tent.

When Ye Xian and Boyan Tiemur walked out of the Chinese army's tent, he found that the other tribal leaders were even further away. Just when he felt angry and wanted to scold something, he was stopped by his younger brother Boyan Tiemur in the same way.

Pulled further away.

The emperor and his ministers at the Yongding Gate saw the situation in the Wala Camp through military telescopes and old monocular telescopes. Just when the ministers and ministers were confused, a figure suddenly appeared on the emperor's shoulder.

"Firearms" they had never seen before.

The emperor obviously didn't want to explain anything to them, but aimed at the central military tent of the Wala camp in the distance, and then gently pulled the trigger of the firearm on his shoulder, and saw a cannonball flying out and streaking across the sky.

A beautiful trajectory then landed directly on the Chinese army's tent in the Wala camp. With a earth-shattering explosion, the Chinese army's tent in the Wala camp instantly turned into ruins.

The ministers of the Ming Dynasty were immediately shocked and stunned. When they reacted and turned to look at the emperor, they found that the firearm on the emperor's shoulder was missing, as if it had never appeared.

In front of the Chinese army's tent in the Wala camp, a group of Mongolian and Yuan nobles were also trembling with fear. The tribe leader Bo Luo of Wuliangha immediately looked at Ye Xian in horror, "Grand Master, the emperor has already given us a lot of face."

If we stay here any longer, we will be asking for death."

"Yes! Brother, let's withdraw our troops! Maybe we can return to the grassland before the heavy snow closes the mountains." At this time, Boyan Tiemuer obeyed without caring about what was right.

"Withdraw troops!" Ye stared blankly at the ruins in front of him before giving the order to retreat with difficulty.

"Oh... we can finally go home!" Following Ye Xian's retreat order, the surrounding Mongolian soldiers and tribal leaders burst into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Looking at the excited and cheering Wala Camp all around, Ye Xian's heart was filled with bitterness. He finally managed to gather a bunch of scattered grasslands together, but he didn't expect them all to be destroyed by the Ming Emperor.

Looking at the Yongding Gate Tower of the Capital in the distance, I seemed to see the mocking eyes from the Ming Emperor. For the first time, I began to question my own ambitions and ideals. I no longer had the strategizing skills I had at the beginning.

"Brother, we and the emperor are not enemies. Maybe one day the emperor will be our brother's retreat." Boyantemur noticed Ye Xian's displeasure, and then consoled him indifferently.

"Bo Yan, do you really think the Ming Emperor will treat us preferentially?"

"Brother, the emperor said that one more friend means one more path. Even if we don't think about ourselves, we should always think about our Wala tribe!" Looking at Ye Xian, who was still full of doubts and entanglements, Boyan Tiemuer instead

Someone with a clear-eyed analysis said, "In case our operation fails, we two brothers will die in battle without regrets, but we must leave some seeds for the Oara tribe!"

Ye Xian did not respond to his younger brother Boyan Tiemur. Instead, he looked at the cheering tribesmen around him and the majestic capital in the distance. He stood there alone in a daze.
Chapter completed!