As soon as Alslen Khan finished asking this question, the tribesmen below began to whisper and discuss with each other.
Finally, they recommended Chagan Bala, the leader of the Karaqin tribe, to come out and give advice to Ars Leng Khan.
"Great Khan, now Jia Ke is powerful. If we fight hard with him, we may suffer a lot of losses. Now we have two options for Great Khan to choose from."
"The first way is to break up the cavalry on the grassland into pieces and harass Jia Ke's grain road. In this way, although Jia Ke cannot be defeated, he can still maintain a stalemate with him on the grassland for a period of time. However, in this way,
Those tribes on the grassland that are too late to migrate will probably suffer heavy losses. In the end, Jia Ke will be the one who returns to the Central Plains, and the strength of our Tatars will also be greatly reduced. I am afraid that the 36 countries in the Western Regions and the Black Food will not be able to give up."
Alsileng Khan nodded after hearing this. This method has been a common strategy used by the grasslands to fight against the Central Plains for countless years.
Although they were able to force them back in the end, the loss of grassland should be greater.
"Then what is the second method?"
When Chagan Bala heard Alsileng Khan's question, he hesitated and raised his head to look at Alsileng Khan's face. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said: "The second way is that the Great Khan might as well temporarily surrender to Jia Ke, hide one's strength and bide his time, and wait.
It’s time to make a comeback.”
Before Chagan Bala could finish what he said, Alsi Lenghan, who was sitting above him, was already furious.
"Needless to say, this Khan inherited his father's legacy and conquered all directions. He never bowed his head to the enemy. There are only beheaded Khans on the grassland, and no princes who have fallen on their knees."
When Chagan Bala and others heard this, Ars Lenghan was still stubborn and regarded his face as more important than the life of the tribe, so everyone looked a little unhappy.
Meng He stood below and saw clearly the situation in the big tent. He saw that the two sides were at war with each other and knew that if they did not persuade each other, they would probably fight.
So Meng He quickly stood up and remonstrated with Alslen Khan: "Great Khan, since you don't want to bow to Jia Ke, why not move the tribe westward. There are countless grasslands and people in the west, enough for us Tatars to continue living.
Live a leisurely life.”
After hearing this, Alsileng Khan glanced at Meng He with admiration. Meng He really knew what he was doing and proposed this method at this time. What do these tribal leaders who previously blocked the westward expansion say now?
So Alsileng Khan temporarily relieved his anger and said to the tribesmen below who were angry with him: "What do you think of Meng He's idea?"
The tribal leaders below looked at each other, and naturally they did not want to move west to that bitter and cold land.
But the situation is urgent now. If they don't leave, they may have to fight Jia Ke to the death. With their current strength, they will definitely lose.
So the tribesmen looked at each other, and discussed with each other in low voices for a long time, and finally agreed that the Tatars should move westward together.
Alsileng Khan saw that these people finally agreed to retreat to the west, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, Alsilenghan's thought was to retreat directly to the west without a decisive battle with Jia Ke, but these tribal leaders did not
A man who was willing to give up his current wealth and land had no choice but to gather an army and have a tentative battle with Jia Ke.
What now? We still have to retreat westward in our own way.
So Ars Lenghan didn't waste any more time and immediately ordered each tribe to take their warriors back to the tribe to gather their troops and retreat to the west.
These tribal leaders accepted Ars Lenghan's order and did not dare to delay any longer. They immediately left the tent, returned to their bases, and led their warriors to disperse.
In the end, only Arsi Lenghan and Meng He were left in the big tent.
Seeing that these tribal leaders who were holding them back were gone, Alsileng Khan sighed and said to Meng He: "I'm a little envious of Jia Ke now. In the Southern Dynasties, he made decisions with just one word, which is not what this Khan wants to do."
Everything must be constrained by the people below."
After hearing this, Meng He quickly comforted Ars Lenghan: "Great Khan, now is not the time to talk about this. When the Great Khan is on his way to the west, he can slowly take back his power and oust these tribal leaders."
Alsileng Khan nodded, "Well, that's all we can do now. I hope nothing will go wrong on the way west."
After Alsileng Khan finished sighing, he suddenly remembered something, "Meng He, if we retreat like this now, with the marching speed of Jia Ke's cavalry, we will be able to catch up very quickly. We will leave some men and horses as a rear guard. Do you think
how?"
As soon as Meng He heard what Als Lenghan said, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
When Alsileng Khan saw Meng He standing there without saying a word, he understood in his heart that Meng He understood what he meant, but at this time Liu De objected.
So Alsileng Khan picked up a command arrow and said to Meng He: "Meng He and I ordered you to lead 30,000 cavalry to hold back Jia Ke for the entire tribe's rear guard so that he could not rest assured to pursue him. If you complete the task,
When we reach the West, I will be in charge of the country with you."
Meng He smiled bitterly for a while. It seemed that Als Lenghan no longer regarded himself as a threat.
Although Meng He was unwilling in his heart, he accepted the other items calmly on the surface, and then went out to prepare.
When Alsileng Khan saw Meng He leaving, his face immediately turned gloomy.
Now Meng He's prestige is increasing day by day, and many tribes look up to Meng He. Many of those who oppose him today have their hearts set on Meng He.
From this point of view, the strategies devised by these tribes today may not be what Meng He meant.
If Jia Ke surrenders, his life as his subordinates will not be in danger, and Jia Ke will even give them more rewards in order to show his magnanimity.
And as a Tatar Khan, I am afraid that the best outcome would be to be imprisoned in the capital. If Jia Ke had any trouble, he would be killed immediately.
Since you, Meng He, are unkind, don't blame me, a big man, for being unjust.
Arsleng Khan then ordered his soldiers, and at one time he recruited his general Otto Mann.
This man was not a Tatar, but a white man from the West, but ever since he surrendered to Arslen Khan, he had been loyal to him without any second thoughts.
Now Alslenkhan could no longer completely trust the Tatars under his command, so he could only send out this general who was incompatible with the Tatars.
When Otto Mann entered the tent and saw Alslenkhan, he immediately knelt down and listened to his orders.
Arslen Khan stepped down from the throne and walked around on the ground a few times, thinking about his next specific move.
Suddenly he turned back to Otto Mann and said: "After Meng He leaves, you will immediately lead 50,000 cavalry to ambush at the foot of the Qilian Mountains and send more exploring horses. If Meng He is defeated and killed, you will
Recruit the remaining defeated troops and follow me to the west. If Meng He succeeds in blocking Jia Ke, you will launch an assault on Meng He at the foot of the Qilian Mountains and make sure that Meng He's head is removed."
Otto Mann did not hesitate after listening to Arslenkhan's order. In his heart, Arslenkhan was his god.
After Otto Mann left, Arslenkhan sat limply on the throne.
Now Als Lenghan felt that the biggest threat was not Jia Ke, who led a million-strong army, but Meng He, who was beside him and could backlash at any time.
Besides, Meng He left the tent and returned to his army with a gloomy face. He sat in the tent, his expression getting more and more ugly.
It seemed that Als Lenghan was becoming more and more impatient with him, and this time he was clearly asking himself to die.
Meng He sat in the tent for a long time, and finally made up his mind that if he could survive this time, he would definitely take his destiny into his own hands in the future.
Next, Meng He ordered his own soldiers to start killing people everywhere. By the next day, 30,000 Tatar cavalry were ready.
When Meng He was about to leave the camp, many tribal leaders came to see him off.
Many of these tribal leaders admired Meng He's wit and his great achievements in confronting Jia Ke several times.
When Meng He saw these leaders coming to see each other off, he hurriedly got off his horse, raised his hands to these people and said, "What virtue can I do? All the leaders are here to see me off."
Chagan Bala came forward, bowed deeply to Meng He, and then said: "King Zuoxian personally divorced my Tatar wife and narrowly escaped death. It is only fitting that we come to see him off."
After Chagan Bala finished speaking, the other tribal leaders also began to express their thanks to Meng He.
"Your Majesty, you must be careful when you return this time."
"King Zuo Xian, my subordinates still have 300 good horses. Please take these horses with you."
Some of these tribal leaders began to send horses, so they each sent their own gifts, some sent weapons, some sent horses, and even a dozen tribal leaders sent their own personal guards, and these people gave other gifts to them.
Meng He gathered another seven or eight thousand people.
Meng He's eyes filled with tears as he watched the Zhongjia tribe leaders generously donate money to him.
"Gentlemen, how can I trouble everyone to worry about you like this? Leaders, please go back and pack your bags. I, Meng He, will definitely not let Jia Ke take advantage of us."
After Meng He said this, he got on his horse and left the military camp with a large group of troops.
The tribal leaders who were seeing each other off kept standing at the gate of the camp until less than 40,000 people led by Meng He disappeared on the grassland, and then they went back sighing.
And all this was clearly seen by Ars Lenghan who was standing on the high platform.
If Ars Lenghan still felt guilty about Meng He yesterday, but now seeing that Meng He is so popular and the tribal leaders support Meng He so much, that guilt has long been forgotten.
"Meng He, Meng He, don't blame me. If we don't get rid of you, we Tatars will probably fight each other on the way westward."