Chu Yi slowly opened his mouth and said to Balsbroat, who was sitting next to him with a slumped expression: "Prince Bals, are you willing to persuade your people to surrender?"
Sitting there, Balsborot seemed to have been drained of energy. After all, he had never thought that he would suffer such a disastrous defeat and even fall into the hands of the enemy.
That was an army of 100,000 people. Thinking of how high-spirited they were when they first entered the Central Plains, looking at it now, everything seems like a dream.
Balsborough really hoped this was all a dream.
It was a pity that Chu Yi's voice rang in his ears, calling back his thoughts. Madam Balsbroat, who had no eyes at all, slowly raised her head and looked at Chu Yi.
All the generals present also looked towards Balsbroat.
Naturally, everyone is familiar with Balsborough. Everyone had seen Balsborough's power when he was under the capital city.
But at this moment, it was difficult to connect the decadent Balsborot with the Tartar prince they had met.
But everyone is also keeping an eye on Balsbrot. If Balsbrot can really persuade the Tatar soldiers to surrender, at least tens of thousands of casualties can be avoided for the Ming Dynasty.
You must know that if a trapped beast is still fighting, those Tatar soldiers will never sit still and wait to be killed. If they really want to kill them all, the Ming side will definitely pay a heavy price.
Not to mention anything else, just the battle losses calculated not long ago made many generals feel heavy in their hearts.
Although they killed nearly 30,000 Tatar soldiers after the first battle, their own losses were not small at all.
Although it is only preliminary statistics, the results are still very shocking. Even if they took the initiative and the momentum, after the first battle, the number of soldiers who died in the battle still reached 20,000.
No matter how conservative the estimate is, if we really want to strangle the remaining 40,000 or so Tatars by force, we will probably risk the lives of another 20,000 to 30,000 Ming soldiers.
So if we can really get the Tatars to surrender, that would be great.
Balsbroat took a deep breath and looked at Chu Yi and said: "If this prince can make my subordinates surrender, I don't know what the general manager will do with us."
If Balsbort could not accept the reality for a while when he first fell into Chu Yi's hands, then after most of the day, especially when he saw with his own eyes that the army he relied on had completely lost hope, he was told to
The boy woke up.
Since there was no hope of relying on the army to save him, he still wanted to live and he didn't want to die, so negotiating with Chu Yi became Balsbroat's choice.
Chu Yi was not surprised at all by Balsbroat's reaction. He smiled slightly and said, "I can't guarantee how to deal with the little prince. However, my great emperor has always been kind. If the little prince surrenders,
I think your Majesty will not embarrass the little prince."
Balsbroat looked at Chu Yi, as if he wanted to judge whether what Chu Yi said was true or false.
If Chu Yi had made a comprehensive promise to him as soon as he opened his mouth, Balsborough might have had doubts. Now that Chu Yi said that he would listen to the emperor's arrangements, he actually believed Chu Yi's sincerity.
However, Balsborot obviously wanted to fight for better treatment. He was not a fool. If he was defeated and captured this time, the best result would be to be given a false name by the Ming Dynasty and imprisoned in the capital. As for
Speaking of wanting to return to the grassland, to be honest, Balsborot didn't have much hope.
In this way, Balsborot naturally has to consider his future, and the quality of his treatment is naturally related to whether he can live a better life in the future.
Looking at Chu Yi, Balsbort said slowly: "I can help the General Manager persuade him to surrender, but I also hope that the General Manager can give me a guarantee."
Chu Yi said: "Oh, I wonder what guarantee the little prince wants from this governor?"
Balsbroat said: "I only ask the chief steward to intercede with the Emperor of Heaven to grant me glory and wealth throughout my life."
Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "If this is the case, I can agree to this, and all the generals present can testify."
Balsbroat immediately nodded and said: "Okay, in that case, I will write a few letters in handwriting to persuade the chief executive to surrender."
Chu Yi nodded slightly and saw Lin Pingzhi bringing up pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Although Balsbroat is said to be a Tatar, he is proficient in the culture of the Central Plains. Although his handwriting is not very good, he can at least write calligraphy with one hand.
Soon Balsborough wrote several letters of surrender in his own hand.
Balsbrot was able to command the Tatar army, and his stable control of the army was not just due to his status, but also because he had elite troops and the support of his trusted generals.
The several letters of persuasion to surrender now written by Balsborough were written to several of his close confidants and generals.
After a fierce battle, the Tatars were not in the mood to build any camp. They fell to the ground one by one, gnawed on the dry food in their hands, and looked at the night sky dejectedly.
Everyone knows that after tonight, their bones may be buried on this plain. Hundreds of thousands of troops have already surrounded them. Even if they can break out of the encirclement after dawn, it is conceivable that they can really escape.
Those who ascend to heaven are probably only a few people.
The problems that these soldiers can think of are naturally very clear to these tribal leaders.
Several thousand captains and a dozen tribe leaders with at least several thousand soldiers, now more than a dozen people gathered between a bonfire.
The firelight danced, lighting up everyone's cheeks.
The first person is the leader of the Horqin tribe, Harzak.
There are still 6,000 tribal warriors under Harzak. It can be said that among all the people present, he definitely has the largest number of people, so Harzak was promoted by everyone as the temporary leader.
Ma Tuo, a captain of ten thousand men, looked at Halzak and said: "Halzak, everyone has elected you to come up with the idea, but you should tell us how we can rescue the prince."
Under such circumstances, since he was only thinking about rescuing Balsborot, it goes without saying that Matto was naturally Balsborot's confidant.
As soon as Ma Tuo opened his mouth, several of Balsbrot's confidants also opened their mouths and stared at Halzak.
But a tribe leader glanced at Ma Tuo and frowned: "Captain Ma Tuo, the prince has fallen into the hands of the Ming people. Now we can't protect ourselves, so how can we rescue the prince from the hands of the Ming people?"
But the meaning of the patriarch's words couldn't be clearer. Everyone can't save themselves at this moment, so how can they save Balsboro.
Several clan leaders also spoke in unison, sarcastically mocking Ma Tuo and the others.
Ma Tuo and the others, as Balsbroat's confidants, almost picked up their scimitars and chopped them off.
Harzak watched the two sides go from arguing to fighting, and he couldn't help but slash the bonfire with his knife. Suddenly, sparks scattered in the sky and shouted: "What time has it been, and you are still in the mood to argue."
If they had reached an agreement earlier on whether to go or stay, they might have broken out of the Ming army's encirclement by now.
After all, if tens of thousands of cavalry were to focus their efforts in one place, it would not be difficult to break through the Ming Dynasty's encirclement, and the losses would not necessarily be too great.
But even now, they are still arguing among themselves about staying to rescue Balsbrot or abandoning Balsbrot and fleeing far away. No wonder Harzak blows his beard and glares in anger.
Harzak roared, and the two sides, who were almost at war with each other, glared at each other, snorted coldly, and sat down one by one.
Harzak stared at the crowd and said: "If you still want to survive, then sit down and come up with an idea. Otherwise, after dawn, I will die."
"It's ridiculous, just based on those Ming troops?"
A Tatar general said with disdain.
Harzak said coldly: "Yes, with those Ming troops, why, doesn't General Duka not believe it?"
Duka said fiercely: "The Ming army only knows how to plot and plot. If the prince hadn't been captured, we would have already invaded Taiyuan City and killed Chu Yi, the eunuch."
Duka was one of Balsboro's confidant generals, and obviously at this moment he was still very upset about Balsboro's fall into Chu Yi's hands.
There was a sound of rapid footsteps, and everyone couldn't help but look up and saw a figure running toward them in the darkness.
When they saw that figure, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Ma Tuo suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "Song De, you... weren't you killed by the Ming army?"
Songde was one of Balsboro's personal guards. Everyone thought that Songde had been killed by the Ming army. When they saw Songde, they felt as if they had seen a ghost.
Songde saluted Ma Tuo and said: "General Ma Tuo, I am here under orders. I have a letter from His Highness for you."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Some people had already realized something, and their expressions were changing.
Harzak held one hand on the handle of the knife, and stared at Sunde with changing eyes as he took out several letters from his arms. In the end, he didn't know what Harzak thought of, and the hand holding the handle slowly slowly
He let go, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.
Ma Tuo and others did not notice the change in Harzak's expression. Suddenly, when they heard that Sunde had brought Balsbrot's letter, their eyes lit up and they were filled with joy.
Several letters handwritten by Balsbrot fell into the hands of Ma Tuo and others.
Duka opened his eyes wide, scratched his head, looked around, approached a tribal leader and said, "Chief Gulid, please help me take a look, what is written in His Highness's letter?"
