The setting sun in the distance gradually sets, but the remaining light still refuses to leave. The grassland under the melted snow is moist and juicy, and the sheep who have been hungry all winter can’t wait to eat it.
Not far from them, near a ten-foot-wide river, two groups of cavalry began to fight fiercely, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
It's just that one side had muskets, and the crackling sound directly stunned the other side. Coupled with the advantage of armored weapons, the other side was quickly defeated and fled.
"Abu Nai, wait here, kid. If you offend the Qing Dynasty, you won't live long."
"Bah, Chachindo, you old man, don't run away if you have the guts-"
Abu Nai laughed wildly and danced on the horse. As he spoke, he even raised his short musket and pretended to take aim.
When the old man who was talking to him saw it, even though he knew it was wrong, he was still frightened and finally ran away.
"Just let him go like that? Khan."
The nobleman on the side said regretfully.
"What do you know? The Khalkha tribe was just driven by the Qing Dynasty. They were forced to come south to attack us and fight with them. Isn't it true that they were deceived?"
Abu Nai has become much smarter recently, and he put down the blunderbuss in his hand with a slight regret. It was a gift given to him by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
In February of the third year of Shaowu, when the snow on the grassland had begun to melt, the envoys of the Ming Emperor came to Zhangjiakou and consecrated Abu Nai as the Great Khan of Chahar, ruling the Chahar tribe for generations.
He was very angry at the time. He was obviously the Great Khan of Mongolia, but how could he be reduced to the Great Khan of Chahar? How was this different from Prince Chahar of the Qing Dynasty?
However, a person who came with him convinced him:
Great Khan, your father Lindan Khan was besieged and died by the Mongolian tribes at the beginning. There is no hurry to unify the Mongolian tribes.
Furthermore, if you integrate all the tribes into the Chahar tribe, wouldn’t the grassland become Chahar, and wouldn’t Chahar become Mongolia?
Of course, after adding 10,000 silver coins and 500 pieces of silk, all the dissatisfaction disappeared.
"Mr. Jin, which army is this?"
Abu Nai turned his head and looked at the man wearing a Mongolian robe but with a gentle face and said, with a hint of curiosity and admiration in his vigilance.
This man was a Mingren, and he said without any hesitation that he was here to help him. The nobles were extremely wary of him, but Abu Nai didn't think so.
He must be my Yelu Chucai.
"It's the fifth stock." Jin Zeming sighed, glanced at the wary Mongolian nobles, smiled in his heart, and said:
"I think it was due to the traitors who reported last year that the Khalkha tribes were forced to go south. After them, they were the cavalry to establish the slaves."
"Mr. Jin, please quickly ask the Ming Emperor to send more muskets. The enemy is facing a formidable enemy and there are not enough of them now."
"Yeah, there's not enough gunpowder either..."
The nobles started shouting, and even Abu Nai looked expectant.
"Great Khan, everyone, if you accept charity from the Ming Dynasty for a long time, wouldn't you be a beggar?"
Jin Zeming pretended to say: "In this case, where is the reputation of the Great Khan?"
Abu Nai agreed.
"As long as we exchange wool, cattle and sheep, and support ourselves, we can preserve the face of our Chahar tribe, and we can also prevent the frame-ups of those tribes..."
In the Monan area, and even in the Chahar tribes, there is a story that Abu Nai was deceived by the Ming and turned into a dog.
Although it is true, Abu Nai is young and energetic, how could he tolerate the Golden Family becoming lackeys?
Even if he shouts at the top of his lungs that these things were obtained in exchange, no one believes him.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Abu Nai raised his head and said: "Yes, the reputation of my Golden Family must not fall."
"Mr. Jin, when will Ming's caravan arrive?"
"We'll be there in three to five days." Jin Zeming smiled slightly.
The Mongolian nobles on the side beat their chests and stamped their feet, really angry at the Great Khan for being so naive.
Even Anda Khan was canonized back then. Do you really think the reputation of the Golden Family is useful?
"Okay!" Abu Nai said happily: "We have captured so many horses this time, as well as a lot of cattle and sheep. We should be able to exchange for a lot of firearms!"
"Sorry Khan, I don't know this."
Jin Zeming said sincerely: "My mission is to communicate between Chahar and the Ming Dynasty, to help the Great Khan unify all the Mongolian tribes and become the true master of the grassland."
"Hahaha!"
This flattering shot was pretty good.
Abu Nai laughed, patted his shoulder, and said: "When the time comes, I will grant you a large pasture and reward you with thousands of slaves..."
After drawing a big cake, Abu Nai left happily.
Jin Zeming smiled in his heart, wait until you come back to life from the hooves of Jian Nu!
Sure enough, three days later, a large-scale caravan arrived, and they were escorted by a thousand-man cavalry, exuding an elite aura.
More commodities dazzled them, and large amounts of wool were poured out, earning the herdsmen a lot of money.
It seems that in order to strengthen the Chahar tribe, there are all kinds of common weapons such as knives and guns. There are even hundreds of rare leather armors.
And the musket that Abu Nai had coveted for a long time also arrived again.
Two thousand matchlocks and a large amount of gunpowder.
This was enough to make the Chahar tribe ecstatic.
But Jin Zeming was preoccupied, which meant that the danger to the Chahar tribe was extremely heavy.
"How many people came to build slaves?"
Jin Zeming revealed his identity as Jin Yiwei, met Xie, the host behind the caravan, and asked directly.
"Five thousand Eight Banners soldiers and ten thousand Mongolian soldiers."
The man said sincerely: "The court has analyzed that it is difficult for Chahar to resist the establishment of slaves, so if you return at this time, no one will dare to say anything about you..."
Jin Zeming was moved, then shook his head and said: "The status we have now is hard-earned, how can we give it up so easily?"
Furthermore, I don’t believe that the imperial court would abandon the Chahar Department at will. All this is money!
Moreover, the emperor would never give up easily after spending so much energy on Chahar.
There must be something I don't know about, after all, my status is too low.
Although the caravan was huge, the time ended quickly. It took only three days for less than half of the Chahar tribe's herdsmen to arrive, and it was already over.
Loaded with a large amount of wool and other goods, the caravan quickly left Zhangjiakou.
Abu Nai also keenly realized that something was wrong, immediately organized his army, and began to think about countermeasures.
Two days later, a huge cavalry force came overwhelmingly. From a distance, they saw a black cloud covering the entire grassland.
"Great Khan, for the Manchus, the grasslands are full of people..."
"Blow the horn, gather all those who can mount a horse, and bring me weapons—"
Abu Nai deeply realized that the moment to decide his life and death had arrived.
A hundred miles away from Chahar, almost half a day away from the border, Haug stood on the hillside and looked around. The fertile grassland was mouth-watering.