On the vast prairie, a rather embarrassed cavalry group was running for their lives.
The elite cavalry, composed of young and strong men, stood guard at the perimeter with swords in hand.
The cavalry in the center were women and teenagers carrying children on their backs.
There were no elderly people or weak women and children among them. These people did not have the physical strength to support long-term migration.
Bol Jijin Naren walked to Bol Jijin Lindan Batur and persuaded: "Father, let's take a rest!
They had been racing all morning and most of the horses were very tired.
Now most people in the tribe only have horses left.
If the horse behind them is exhausted, they will fall behind."
Along the way, Naren saw too many stragglers.
It is difficult for an individual to survive in the vast prairie.
The wolves roaming the grassland will kill them.
If caught by other tribes, the fate will be even more miserable. Selling them as slaves is a good ending.
The weather in the grassland has not been very good in recent years, and many tribes are starving. They are caught by other tribes and easily used as food rations.
Lindan Batur looked at the situation of the tribe, he sighed and ordered: "This grassland is not good, we will encounter a grassland with rich water and grass ahead.
Let everyone rest for a while and drink some goat milk to replenish their strength.
The horses also eat grass and drink water to regain their strength."
He looked at the somewhat tired tribesmen.
The ambition born of becoming the Great Khan of Mongolia has been completely wiped out by the cruel blow of reality.
He was in his prime and wanted to unify the grasslands.
Unexpectedly, the Jurchens rose so quickly that many Mongolian tribes took refuge with the Jurchens.
He was defeated by the Jurchens and could only flee westward, away from the Jurchens' tribe.
They quickly found a nice small grassland to dismount and rest.
Some people lay on the grassland and fell asleep soon.
Boljijin Ezhe rode up to Lindan Batur and said worriedly: "Father Khan, the people I sent to investigate have returned.
Hauge, with 18,000 bannermen with yellow flags, and 50,000 troops from Horqin and other Mongolian tribesmen, are in hot pursuit."
Lindan Batur said angrily: "Damn it, those rebellious guys are still chasing after me.
Tell the tribesmen to rest as soon as possible. We must get to the Ordos tribe before dark.
It is a bit far away from the Jurchens, and the Jurchens cannot affect the Ordos tribe.
There we exchanged some horses before we could move on.
After our defeat, the tribes in the east avoided us.
We have no place to exchange horses, but they can exchange them for horses.
It has more horsepower than us."
Naren asked with some worry: "Father, the Jurchens will definitely not let us go.
In order to unify the Mongolian tribes they wanted, their father Khan must be completely defeated.
Now, the Jurchens have only subdued some of the Monan Mongolian tribes, and most of the Mongolian tribes are dissatisfied with them.
If they defeat Father Khan, they can intimidate most of the Mongolian tribes.
Father Khan, now we have lost most of our tribal warriors.
Here in western Mongolia, our forces are very weak.
The name "Great Khan of Mongolia" alone cannot deter other Mongolian tribes.
Where are we going?”
Naren has been thinking about where the Chahar tribe can go.
After looking around the map, there was no place for them at all.
Now there is no way out, and we can only surrender to the Jurchens in the end.
This is the worst option and the only option.
After surrendering to the Jurchens, their tribe has no chance of rising again, but at least it can ensure the inheritance of the tribe.
Lindan Batur's eyes were firm and he said: "Let's go to the area around Qinghai Lake, which is the edge area of the Tumut tribe.
The Tumut tribe and the Junggar tribe have been fighting for this place, and now there is a vacuum here, which is suitable for us.
Our Chahar tribe and the Tumut tribe have a good relationship.
This place is not the core area of the Tumut tribe, they should let us stay there."
After hearing this, Na Ren was horrified and said: "Father, there was a large-scale smallpox outbreak there in the past two years. Many local tribes killed more than half of their population and died immediately.
When we go there, no matter how strong the tribal warriors are, they cannot withstand the invasion of smallpox."
Lindan Batur sighed and said: "There is nothing we can do. Do we really have to surrender to the Jurchens?
After surrender, ordinary people in the tribe can live, but your life will be worse than death."
Ezhe strongly objected: "Father, we have to fight, and we must not surrender now.
We cannot lose the glory of our Golden Family ancestors."
Ezhe knew that if they really wanted to surrender to the Jurchens, he would become a powerless pet.
His life is no longer under his control. He may die at any time just because the Jurchen is in a bad mood.
Their tribe annexed the smaller tribes, and he could clearly see the fate of those powerful people in the small tribes.
When he was a child, he didn't play tricks on the children of powerful people, and he was only scolded by his father when he was killed.
"Inform the tribesmen and we will continue our journey."
The Chahar tribe rested for a while, and then they rode horses again and galloped towards the west.
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Utor held a steel knife in his hand and was chasing the fleeing members of a small tribe.
"No one can be let go, a slave is worth 20 taels of silver coins.
One person is worth ten sheep. If we let one go, we will suffer a big loss.
But don't abuse them, I don't know what the Han people think.
Slaves bought with money were given the opportunity to regain their freedom.
Someone in the tribe next door abused slaves, and as a result, the slaves became prosperous, making the tribe next door miserable.
They surrender directly to me."
Utor said this just to show off his own great achievements.
After the Qin army appeared, an extremely powerful force appeared on the grassland.
Utor led the Monan Chahar tribe to continue to grow.
Now it has become a large tribe across the northern part of the Hetao, ruling many small tribes.
They share the prairie of the Hetao area with the Ordos tribe.
It is here that we must obey the instructions of the Han people.
But he can also get greater benefits. Now that he can exchange things, he no longer has to go to Sanyang City.
You can sell and buy many supplies at more favorable prices in Baotou City.
Their tribe only sells things and refuses to subdue other tribes, so that it can develop rapidly within a year.
Utor is also preparing to strengthen their tribe, and has the ambition to unify the grasslands and restore the glory of their golden family.
The Han Qin army changed its defenses, and the new army commander Li Dazhuang took them, the Mongolian leaders, to visit the shooting range of the Seventh Army.
All Utor's ambitions were extinguished.
He felt that now he was raising sheep, bullying some small tribes, and living a pretty good life, so there was no need to seek death.
Utor saw the weapon called the machine gun.
The thought of conflict with the Qin army could no longer arise in his mind.
He also mobilized many people from the tribe to sign up to join the Qin Army, bringing them closer to the Han people.
"Reporting to the leader, a cavalry unit was spotted ahead. It looks like a migrating tribe.
There are many of them, about 50,000 people.
I don't think it's a migrating tribe. Their tribe carries very few cattle and sheep.
The horse also looks very tired."
Utor stepped forward, picked up a telescope, and looked at the situation ahead.
This is a tribe that seems to have been defeated by other tribes and is running away like crazy.
He looked at the flag of this tribe, rubbed his eyes, couldn't believe it, and took a closer look.
The flag of this tribe is exactly the same as the flag of their tribe.
"How is this possible? My family has moved away for a long time, why are they back again?"
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Ezhe wiped the sweat from his head and came to Lin Danhan's side to report: "Father Khan, there is a big problem ahead.
There was a group of five thousand soldiers and horses in front, all wearing armor and holding swords in their hands.
They all look like elite soldiers, and our previous tribal warriors may not be able to compete with this group of people, let alone now."
Lin Danhan ordered: "There are wolves in front of us and tigers in the back. The tribe has reached its most critical moment.
Tell everyone to pick up the steel knife and prepare to fight. Our Golden Family is never afraid of fighting."
"Father Khan, wait a minute, look at the flag of this tribe. They are also the Chahar tribe."
The two parties got closer, and Naren had already noticed the general situation of this tribe, especially their flags.
Mongolian tribes will never fly the flags of other tribes. This will bring shame to their ancestors, and they will not be able to enter the Immortal Heaven after death.
The two tribes quickly approached, and they both recognized the flags on the opposite side.
Both Utor and Lindan Batur tried their best to control their subordinates, and there was no conflict at the first meeting.
Utor said loudly: "I am Boljijin Utor, the leader of the Monan Chahar tribe.
Are you from the Chahar tribe headquarters?"
When Lin Dan Batur heard this name, he was immediately happy. He was a member of their Borzhijin clan and a good man from the Golden Family.
I didn't expect that the Chahar tribe has such a large-scale power in this area.
He remembered that there was only a small branch here, with the tribe numbering less than 10,000 people.
This is a branch of the Chahar tribe that migrated here when they migrated.
Lin Dan Khan immediately said to the other side: "I am Boljijin Lin Dan Batur, Mongolian Hutuktu Khan."
He originally thought that if he revealed his identity, the other person would immediately kneel down and salute.
When Utor heard this name, he knew that they were from the headquarters.
"Khutuktu Khan, why have you become so miserable? You have encountered a strong enemy."
Utor did not kneel down. He was now relying on the Han people. He had no vassal relationship with Lin Dan Khan, only a blood connection.
Lin Dan Batur feels that when a tiger falls and is bullied by a dog, a phoenix that lands on the ground is not as good as a chicken.
He directly asked his daughter Naren to contact this person without sending his son Ezhe, which meant that he was very angry now, but there was nothing he could do.
The Eight Banners pursuers behind us will be here soon.
If we still admit that they are from the Chahar tribe, these five thousand new troops will join us.
The Chahar tribe is likely to escape this disaster.
Utor looked at a beautiful woman coming across from him. This kind of beauty is rare on the grassland.
"Hello, leader, I am Boljijin Naren, the daughter of Hutuktu Khan.
On behalf of Khutuktu Khan, I would like to talk to you."
When Utor heard that he was from the Borzhijin clan, his heart suddenly became cold.
On the grassland, a son can marry his father's wife, and a younger brother can marry his sister-in-law.
The strong is king and the strong gains everything. This is in line with the moral values of the grassland.
The only thing you can't do is marry a girl from the same clan. If you do this, you will be cast aside by the entire clan, and you won't be able to maintain your power.
Utor began to chat with Naren about genealogy to determine their true identity and seniority.
They chatted about genealogy and discovered that they were very close.
"Goddess of Immortality, it turns out that you are my eldest niece. When old brother Lin Dan Batur is in trouble, I, the younger brother, can't just die without saving him.
Come back to the tribe with me, and I will arrange a pasture for you first.
The situation here in the grassland has changed a lot, so you need to settle down first and consider the situation later."
Utor was close to the Han people, and he was rejected by many Mongolian tribes.
Their tribe had a monopoly again, and the transactions between some Han people and Mongolian tribes made many Mongolian tribes hostile to the Chahar tribe.
The Han only provided some limited protection as long as they hid around the Han cities.
When other tribes attacked them, they only needed help from the Han people.
Tribes that did not surrender to the Han people would be regarded as enemies.
Those terrifying Qin troops will come out to drive away the enemy.
For tribes that surrendered to the Han people, high-ranking Han officials would come forward to mediate with them.
This is also the reason why the Chahar tribe can only conquer the surrounding small tribes but cannot completely annex them.
Chahar's safety is guaranteed, but if it wants to expand outward, it will be boycotted by many Mongolian tribes.
Utor can only find trouble now with some small tribes that have no backing.
Their tribe's strength has now reached a bottleneck, and now a large number of people from the same tribe have joined.
Even if they don't merge into the tribe, forming an alliance with his tribe can still make the tribe grow stronger.
Naren quickly returned to his headquarters and told Lin Dan Batur about the agreement he had reached with Utor.
Lindan Batur heard that Utor could accept them and draw a pasture for them to settle down.
He didn't care about Utor's disrespectful name.
He felt relieved. With a large pasture to settle down and a strong tribal alliance, they were not afraid of the Eight Banners soldiers' pursuit.
Lindan Batur appeased the good tribe people, and he saw Utor.
"Utor, you are the grandson of Grandpa Najigu. I met Grandpa Najigu when I was a child.
You are just a small tribe with less than 10,000 people. Unexpectedly, there are now 5,000 warriors from the tribe alone.
Your tribe is now a large tribe of hundreds of thousands of people!"
Lin Danbaatar asked tentatively.
Based on the analysis of the traditional forces in the grassland, he was able to come up with so many sophisticated armors.
Whether it is grabbing Ming craftsmen or going south to clear grass valleys, it will require a huge population to complete it.
There are only 50,000 people left in their tribe. This could really be a large tribe with hundreds of thousands of people.
He had to make plans in advance. Utor wanted to annex them, and there was no way to resist now.
After the tribe was defeated, the tribesmen fled in all directions, and he now didn't know the fate of other tribesmen.
Utor smiled and said: "Our tribe doesn't have so many people. Now there are more than 40,000 people in total.
It's just that there are many warriors around me, and the others are all older people and half-grown men.
Women and old people raise sheep in the tribe.”
Lindan Batur asked in shock: "The old people and children all have armor, your tribe is so rich.
Why don't you leave some troops to defend your homeland and don't trust your allies?
If the tribe is attacked by a hostile tribe, it will be in big trouble. Children are our roots."
Utor said with a smile: "The grassland has changed a lot recently. I will introduce it to you..."
Ezhe rode his horse in a panic and said in a trembling tone: "Father, the Eight Banners soldiers are catching up."
Lindan Batu was suddenly shocked. Their contact with Utor had been delayed for a long time, and they had been overtaken by the enemy.
Utor quickly asked: "Are there many people? If not, I can help you."
Ezhe said in frustration: "Ten thousand banner soldiers and fifty thousand Mongolian soldiers.
You don’t understand how powerful the Eight Banners soldiers are…”
Ezhe still wanted to say something, but Utor interrupted him directly.
"Sixty thousand people!
I'll leave some of it to help you block it, you wait here for me."
Utor gave a few instructions and the large army stayed to protect these people.
He took several elite soldiers and rushed to Baotou City to ask for help.
The true warriors of the tribe have all joined the Qin army.
The people he brought were all too young or too old for the Qin army to accept.
If you encounter an enemy that looks very powerful at first glance, you can't fight head-on.
This is an attack by a large enemy force.
They are just sentinels, they just need to report the news.
Naren looked at Utor and ran away quickly without looking back.
She cursed lightly: "You are a coward, worse than the Han people."