After hearing Mo Wen's explanation, the Mongolian generals nodded in confusion. Mo Wen didn't expect them all to understand. He lowered his eyelids and said, "It's disrespectful to come and not return. Go to bed quickly and send out troops at dawn." Tonight.
The carnival is not fake, but ordinary Mongolian people are only allowed one bowl per person, and the combat troops do not drink alcohol at all. Although the Mongols are careless, the current enemy also knows the reason why drinking can cause trouble.
Mo Wen knew that Wang Xian's encouragement could only make the Borzigits and Wala people excited. He really wanted them to not be afraid of the Tatars from the bottom of their hearts. Only by winning through battle could they completely eliminate their feelings of defeat.
He used the carnival to set a trap and effortlessly annihilated hundreds of Tatar cavalry who were obviously testing, and achieved a clean victory. But he was not satisfied. At dawn the next day, he led two tribes
The cavalry rushed toward the Tatar military camp twenty miles away.
The Tatars, who had been struggling all night, had just fallen asleep when they were woken up by the sound of enemy horns. After hearing the report from his men, Abu jumped out of bed angrily, grabbed the scimitar beside the bed and roared: "Really
Thinking that we Tatars are made of clay, I want to kill all these despicable Oryati people!"
However, when the Tatar army gathered out of camp and saw the overwhelming force on the opposite side, the Borzigit and Wala coalition forces, which were no less numerous than theirs, and the Ming cavalry in the forward position, Abu Zian's anger completely calmed down.
Looking at the fiery red flag embroidered with the Chinese character "明", Abu Zhi'an felt it was extremely dazzling and couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"Taiji, you can't be controlled by the devil of anger!" Daru, who still had whip marks on his face, came over and said, "Although these Han people are not strong enough, they are the army of the Ming Dynasty after all..." In fact, Daru
Frightened by the momentum of the Borzigits and Walas, the enemies who thought they had lost all fighting spirit and would be able to make them flee in all directions with a scare, now cheered up and shouted at the opposite side with their sabers raised high.
The Tatars, who are bent on picking up soft persimmons, can't help but feel their hearts pounding.
Abu just snorted and said: "Now the two armies are about to face each other. We can only fight first before talking about it!"
"It's too late to say anything at that time!" Daru said with a bitter smile.
Abu Zian did not know that Daru was telling the truth, but he was already riding a tiger, and for the sake of his own face, he could only bite the bullet and fight first.
"Stop talking nonsense." Abu An just spat: "Those who are scared, get away!"
Daru was about to retreat in dismay when he suddenly saw three cavalry coming from the opposite side and hurriedly said: "Taiji, there's something going on!"
"I'm not blind." Abu just grimaced, but in his heart he was hoping that the plot would change.
"Hey, the Tatars across the way, listen, this is my Ming Dynasty commander, Lord Mo!" A loud bell-like voice rose, "Tell Abu Ji'an to come out and speak!"
"Don't you think you can meet our Taiji whenever you want?" The Tatars cursed: "It's true that we are just a commander. Even if General Datong comes, he still has to be polite to our Taiji!"
"Our Commander-in-Chief is the Commander-in-Chief of His Royal Highness Taisun's personal army!" The bell-like voice said arrogantly: "It's okay if Abu just doesn't dare to see him, we just have to meet each other with swords and swords!"
The Tatars started to make noise again, but Abu calmly stopped him. He laughed twice and said boldly: "You don't need to provoke the generals. I'm not going to do that!" As he said this, he moved his horse forward and said.
: "But I would like to hear what General Mo wants to say to me!"
Abu brought only two guards with him and came to the center of the battlefield. Facing the three people on the opposite side, he saw that the leader was thin and had a gloomy face. He looked like a scheming person at first glance.
Mo Wen was also sizing up Abu Ji'an. Based on his previous performance, Wang Xian and he guessed that this person should be cunning and cautious and a very difficult character to deal with. When they saw him now, it turned out to be true.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Mo Wen still said with that dead face: "Are you Abu Zhan'an?"
"Friend, please be polite." Abu Zhi'an said coldly: "It doesn't mean anything for me to see you. It's just the respect of Mongolian men for warriors."
"I don't think I'm a warrior." Mo Wen said unappreciatively, "It doesn't take courage to stand in front of you."
"Do you think I don't dare to kill you?" Abu Ji'an narrowed his eyes.
"Killing me will not do you any good. A wise man like Tai Ji can naturally weigh the weight of it clearly." Mo Wen said calmly.
"We Mongolians have always thought about it." Abu Jian'an sneered.
"Taiji's performance is always planning and then acting." Mo asked.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet a close friend!" Abu just laughed and suddenly lowered his face and said: "I can understand that you are giving in?"
"It seems that I misjudged the person. Taiji is still as stupid as everyone else." Mo Wen still had a straight face, but his tone became cold: "Do you know what you are doing now? Your father is He Ning who was canonized by the Ming Dynasty.
King Shunning, who was also conferred by the Ming Dynasty, openly killed King Shunning! Now you openly lead an army to attack Princess Heshun, who was conferred by the Ming Dynasty! You have offended the Ming Dynasty again and again. Could it be that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is really beyond our reach!" Pause,
Without waiting for Abu Ji'an to speak, Mo Wen raised his voice and said: "No, you are wrong. His Majesty, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, has led an army of 500,000 to move to Beijing. His Majesty, the Emperor, left the warm and comfortable south of the Yangtze River and came to this bitter cold land in the north to serve
What is it, haven’t you father and son ever used your pig brains to think about it?!”
At this time, communications were underdeveloped, and news from the Central Plains and the grasslands was almost blocked. Emperor Yongle had only left Nanjing less than a month ago, and of course the Arutai and his son did not know about it. When Abu Zian'an heard this, his expression changed drastically, and he could not care less about Mo Qing.
His words were disrespectful and he asked in a voiceless voice: "You, are you telling the truth?"
"Do you think I dare to deceive you?" Mo Wen still showed no expression at all, but his momentum was completely overwhelming. Of course, this was actually a 'fox pretending to be a tiger's power'. It was Zhu Di's tiger that was so fierce that allowed him, this little fox, to
So tough.
"Well, how could this be like this..." Abu just panicked, lowered his head and thought for a long time, suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Even if the Ming Emperor wants to attack us, it will be at least half a year later. Far water cannot quench the near thirst, so don't try to scare us.
I."
"Haha." Mo Wen smiled and said: "That Taiji better kill me now, otherwise I will tell the emperor exactly what he said." In fact, he was not qualified to talk to the emperor at all, but he could brag at this time, anyway.
Abu Ji'an didn't even go out to investigate.
"..." Abu only narrowed his eyes and realized that the best way to deal with this incompetent guy was to kill him with a single blow.
"Taiji looked up and looked behind me." Mo Wen, who was always behind him and couldn't see the Borzigit and Wala coalition forces, said in a deep voice: "You have driven them from Hulanhu to Kundulun."
, if they go further south, they have no choice but to jump into the Yellow River. Taiji is so proficient in Chinese, and they know the allusion of a last-ditch battle. Now they have no choice but to retreat. In order to protect their wives and children, they can only turn their horses and follow them.
Taiji’s army fights to the death!”
As soon as Mo Wen raised his hand, the coalition forces behind him burst into roars: "Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
"Tai Ji has 18,000 soldiers and horses, and we also have 18,000 soldiers and horses. If we fight to the death on this vast grassland, we will kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred..." Mo Wennou teased: "You
Those brothers must have raised their hands in approval."
These words hit Abu Zian's weak point hard. On the grassland, the jungle of the jungle means that any brotherly affection must be put aside. Even because he and his brother are both sons of Arutai, their relationship with each other is more ruthless than that of the enemy. Once he
If he loses his strength in a fight, those brothers will definitely be happy to pick peaches and even devour his territory.
Seeing that the development of the situation had obviously deviated from the script, Abu An only laughed ferociously and said: "What you said is all right, but the scimitar you pulled out will only be sheathed when you drink blood. Unless you hand over all the people of Oara to me, otherwise
Regardless of the consequences, I will fight to the death!"
"Since Taiji is so insecure, there is no need for me to talk nonsense." Mo Wen shook his head in disappointment and said: "It's ridiculous. I thought that the pros and cons were clearly laid out in front of me, and I would definitely be able to eliminate a war in front of me."
As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and his expression finally changed: "Then let's fight. I, a thousand soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, will live and die with them!"
"That's not necessary," Abu Zian said: "For the sake of Emperor Ming, I can let you go."
"Impossible." Mo Wen shook his head and said: "Tumochuan is the pasture granted by the emperor to the Borjigit tribe, and Baoyinbieji is the princess of the Ming Dynasty granted by the emperor. We are soldiers of the Ming Dynasty to defend the dignity of the emperor.
For the sake of our vocation, we must protect Tumochuan and Baoyinbieji!"
"Okay, I'll take a step back..." Abu Zian, who looked like he was ready to fight to the death just now, actually said, "take a step back", "Let Borzigit go, just give me the Oara people..."
"The Wala people are also subordinates of King Shunning who was entrusted by the emperor. Now they are requesting asylum from the Ming Dynasty. We have no reason to refuse." Mo Wen said flatly.
"Do you think that if I return empty-handed like this, I won't be complained by my subordinates, ridiculed by my brothers, and looked down upon by my father?" Abu Ji'an's eyes turned red and he said, "You want to retreat just by saying a few words?
That’s too arrogant!”
"Who said I can only say a few words?" Mo Wen said calmly: "My Highness has some benefits for Taiji."
"His Royal Highness Taisun of the Ming Dynasty?"
"certainly."
"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Abu Zian immediately lost his murderous intent and put on a smiling face and said, "I've wasted so much talk."
Mo Wen secretly sighed in his heart, who would have thought that you are so incompetent that you have to get me some dry goods? He glanced at the two opposing armies and said calmly: "Taiji feels that this kind of occasion is suitable for talking about friendly trade and the like.
Something about that?”
"Friendly trade?" Abu Zian's eyes widened: "Are you talking about opening a mutual trade?"