The excited Chahar tribe welcomed their king within three days. Before the festive spirit had passed, I found that the situation was not right.

First of all, they took in Jin Liangyu, the God of Wealth, whom they saved, was not as rich as they thought. Secondly, the Han army, which had just fought with the Qing Dynasty for four years, was so irritable that they would come out of seclusion if they had a disagreement.

In the past, I always entered the pass and fought Qiugu. After fighting so hard, the Han army came to fight back once. This time, I actually fought for a fugitive.

Inside a low yurt, Ji Liangyu was covered in blood and shrank into a ball with his family.

Several Mongolians were flipping through the large boxes they brought, and there was nothing else in it except some silk clothes.

Ji Liangyu endured a few blood blisters on his mouth, and he endured the pain and said in Mongolian language: "It's really gone, I'll give you all the money I brought out." These Shanxi merchants have been drinking Mongolians for a long time to conduct arms trading, and they all know a little about Mongolian and Manchu languages.

The Mongolian man is very short, but he is still big. He curled his lips and said in Chinese: "Who are you lying to? Who do you don't know that you have a lot of money for jail jade? You have tens of millions of taels of silver. You can take this little bit of it if you run away?"

Ji Liangyu's eyes turned black and almost turned his back. He said with a suffocation, "You know I escaped. This time the court is different from before. He will kill people without telling the evidence. Fan Yongdou was cut into three thousand pieces of meat."

After hearing this, the Mongolians thought with his undeveloped mind that what the Han people said really made sense. Thinking that their tribe members took the risk and actually rescued a pauper. The Mongolian kicked Ji Liangyu in the stomach. Ji Liangyu was caught off guard and covered her stomach and wailed.

Seeing this, his youngest son stood up and said angrily: "You have gone all over, why do you still have to hit someone?"

Ji Liangyu's original wife gave birth to such a son, who was as sweet as her heart on weekdays. When she heard this, she changed her expression and hurriedly held the child in her arms and begged for mercy: "The child is unrestrained, and the Mongolian grandfather has a lot, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

The low Mongolian fat man was the only Mongolian in the tent who could speak Chinese. He walked to Mrs. Ji with a grin and pulled out Ji Liangyu's youngest son.

Mrs. Ji was so scared that she begged for mercy and rushed up to take back her child. The fat Mongolian kicked her to the ground. He was extremely fierce and just kicked her in the heart of Mrs. Ji. Mrs. Ji, who was the daughter of the Fan family, seemed to be unable to survive.

A Mongolian man next to him suddenly said angrily: "Zale, what have you done? I promised this woman gave it to me."

The Mongolian grabbed the child who was trembling with fear by his mother's sudden death and smiled cruelly: "I kicked her. Who knew that she couldn't help but beat her. While it's still hot, why don't you go up and enjoy it quickly? Why are you howling with me?"

Hu is evil in nature, and his beastly nature accounts for at least seven percent. After hearing this, he actually...

Ji Liangyu lay on the ground, looking at the Mongolians he had sponsored, his heart seemed to have been poached. As Zare broke his son's head, Ji Liangyu spurted out blood and died in the yurt.

In the big tent not far away, Ezhe, who returned to the tribe, sat upright on a sheepskin-covered seat, looking at the banner owners below. There were eight banners in the Chahar tribes. Unlike other forty-nine Mongolian flags, these eight banners had no right to autonomy. Because they were once the great khans of Mongolian tribes, ruled Mongolia through six khan kings.

"Chahar" is an ancient Turkic word, which means "Khan Palace Guard", which means the Great Khan Guard. The Mongolians in this part are born to make trouble because they think they are the masters of Mongolia and the people who can reproduce the glory of Mongolia during Genghis Khan's time.

"This time I come back, I will first avenge my father's Khan, first defeat the Han people, and then eliminate the Manchu Jiannu." Ezhe said proudly.

The Mongolian banner masters below looked at each other. We tried our best to welcome a fool as our king. The Khan King Ezhe, who was the leader, looked very heroic and had a little bit of his father Lin Dankhan, but how could he say it so stupidly?

Ezhe looked at his subordinates' reaction and felt a sense of contempt. After losing the king, these cowards became more and more cowardly. He had been imprisoned in the hinterland of the Qing Dynasty for eleven years. During these eleven years, he was immersed in shame and pain all day long, and was ridiculed and played by Manchus, and his anger was soaring. As a prisoner, he certainly had never learned literary and martial arts, and even forgot his words. The eleven-year imprisonment career was enough to destroy a person. If this person was still a teenager, it would be even more natural.

The enemy was in front of the enemy, but the Khan was a fool. The lord of the Chahar flags was panicked. After Huang Taiji conquered Chahar, he appointed Ezhe as Prince Chahar and married him his second daughter, Princess Makata, the eldest princess of Gulun Wenzhuang. Logically speaking, he should not be so unbearable, but with Huang Taiji's death, Prince Chahar became a joke. Not only did his princess' wife cuckold him every day, but she also brought her adulterer to his home in front of him, seeking excitement. Other Qing royal families were even more jealous of his title of prince and always wanted to humiliate him.

Just imagine, humiliating a prince is much more fulfilling than bullying ordinary people. Later, Ezhe's son rebelled, which made his status even lower. Even the servants in the mansion called him around, just like a slave.

Ezhe continued, "I heard that in Manchuria, the Manchus and Han people have fought for so many years, and they must have lost both sides. Have you not noticed it? Now that we are fighting with the Song and Jin Dynasty, Temujin takes advantage of the situation to rise. This is the blessing of the heaven of immortality. I Ezhe is the next Temujin, and we Chahar, the next Great Yuan Empire."

Ezhe shouted with great affection, and the banner owners below were all straight, and their mouths opened and their minds were in a mess.

It's over...it's really over... This is not a stupid person, this is a stupid pig.

"The Khan, whether it is the Han or Manchus, is not something we can deal with now. The Han people are not the same as before. Their soldiers are as brave as Huang Taiji's soldiers back then. Their weapons can kill our soldiers and war horses a hundred meters away. Their food is as high as a mountain, and we can't beat it."

Ezhe wanted to jump up and spit on this coward with his face. He was used to living a life of low eyebrows in Manchuria. When he returned to Mongolia, he thought that he was the only one in the eight desolations of the six-hebei region. Who knew that when he came up, he was refuted by his subordinates, shook his finger and scolded: "Kill this coward for me!"

He shouted as loudly as a rooster crowing. This was the first time he spoke so unrestrainedly loudly in more than a decade, and it was so comfortable.

But the scene of the warrior outside the hall imagining that Ezhe rushed forward and chopped off the coward's dog head did not appear. Everyone looked at him and sighed heavily.

"What do you mean? You...I am your king, you can't do this, I am the Khan king." Ezhe shouted at a loss. His skin was as bright as the roasted pig skin, and he could only rely on a loud roar to cover up the panic in his heart.

Everyone left the tent. Ezhe looked at all this and sat on the ground, shouting, "Come back, come back to me."
Chapter completed!