Mahamu, who is far away on the front line of the Us River, always feels a little restless these days.

Benya died at the hands of his own brother Tubro. Mahamu felt very happy. Therefore, he blamed the old lame man who had already withdrawn.

"Be careful that Timur will kill a fight back, increase the intensity of reconnaissance in the southwest direction, and send a few more scouts."

"After this inspiration, we will be even more unable to raise our heads in the face of the Ming Dynasty."

Gui Lichi looked southeast and sighed. The parchment scroll left by his ancestors said all the good things about the Central Plains, such as the world of flowers and beautiful rivers and mountains, I am afraid I will never see it in my life.

"Submitted for ten years, and then looked up with the Ming Dynasty."

What is a hero? The current adversity is not enough to eliminate Mahamu's ambition. He smiled: "The people of the Central Plains have always cared about face. We have already offered a surrender like the young emperor who is still young and gave a tribute. It is clear that they will be happy. I think as long as we surrender to him in the future, we will not cause any disaster."

Zhu Yunwen's return gift to the grassland was quite large.

"There are dozens of big trucks in a wide range of gifts, and good things like gold, jewelry, antiques and jade are like no money. Even the best medicinal materials sold to us by the Suli border trade have been given several trucks, which shows how ignorant the newly ascended young emperor of the Ming Dynasty is."

Hearing the mockery in Mahamu's tone, Gui Lichi and Arutai laughed, and the latter even echoed.

"This little emperor is far inferior to his grandfather. The first thing he did after ascending the throne was to trade with me Tatars, act like a founding king, and was very happy with me and narrow-minded, and could not even tolerate his own uncle. Zhu Di's so powerful was deprived of military power by the little emperor and took it back to the capital for house arrest. All the signs show that the incompetence of this little emperor is not my enemy on the grassland."

"He may still be immersed in the prairie of conquering my prairie and in the joy of the title of Saint Khan."

"Ha ha ha ha."

All three of them laughed with their heads held high.

"After this battle, my grassland is not all bad."

Mahamu stretched out his right hand with high spirits: "At least, the three of us have let go of our past grudges, and the grassland has been united like never before. In this way, great cause is expected. As long as we work together and no longer fight against internal friction, ten years later, the next batch of wolf cubs will grow, and in an instant, there will be hundreds of thousands of string control men. By then, it will be the day when we go south to drink horses!"

"We may not be able to do the glory of Genghis Khan, our descendants may not be able to do it."

The three of them fists and fists, all of them felt that they were full of heroism, as if they could cross the Great Wall in the near future and enter the Central Plains again.

Imagine that this kind of thing is always full, but reality is always skinny.

The three of them walked into the sweat tent with their arms and shoulders. Before they could drink happily, Tuboro ran in, his face pale and sad: "Brother, something happened to the Onan River Camp!"

It was like a thunder blew up, and the three of them had no time to retreat, and they were completely dispelled by the sudden fear.

"What happened?"

Although he had already had a three-point guess in his heart, Alutai still held a hint of luck, but his tone had already changed.

"The tribes around the Onon River encountered a large Ming army, with a population of about 100,000, all of which were the most elite cavalry, and they were in a foreshadowing posture, intending to encircle the Onon River!"

"Retreat quickly!"

The table was overturned, the dishes and bowls were broken, and Mahamu roared with the wine soup: "Get together and retreat, hurry!"

There must be no accident in the Onan River Camp. It is a whole of more than one million people, with hundreds of thousands of women and almost the same number of wolf cubs. It is the future of the entire prairie.

All these athletes died, because women can give birth to children, and children can have a future!

If the old camp was killed by the Ming army, the grassland would be cut off!

"The Han people are too shameless, too shameless!"

Alutai was so anxious that he jumped up and cursed. He didn't know if he was anxious or scared, but he could cry even if he was careless.

"The mission came once in the first two months, saying that we should build friendly countries forever and have a good alliance for generations. Now we will take advantage of the situation and attack our old camp. Shameless! How could there be such shameless people for thousands of years!"

Is this a fool?

Mahamu glanced at Alutai coldly: "In the war between ethnic groups, even pigs and dogs know that they cannot be concerned about face. They are talking about who is more cruel and who is more shameless, because those who are shameless are all extinct."

Now Mahamu only feels a burning pain on his face.

They were still mocking the little emperor of Mingren who was still chubby and turned around and his opponents were planning to take over their old camp!

The three of them were proud to be on the front line and their homes were stolen!

Hundreds of thousands of elite riders!

The combat effectiveness of the Ming cavalry was much stronger than that of the grassland people. Even in terms of physical fitness, there was a gap between the Ming people and the grassland people who grew up eating cattle and sheep, but the innate gap could be completely compensated by the acquired armor.

If the Ming Dynasty was willing to spend money, it could even surpass the Jurchens of that year and raise a heavy armored cavalry that was more fierce than Tiefutu. This kind of army was absolutely invincible in such a vast world as the grassland.

The number is not enough to make up for this gap.

The nomads gathered very quickly, especially when the old nest was in danger. These grassland athletes who were alive and survived only took a short time to complete the army and began to return to the rescue with a knife and whip.

"There are still 20,000 people in the old camp, and those teenagers in the tribe may not be able to delay for three days as long as they fight and retreat."

While galloping, Mahamu began to think about it. As long as he could hold on for three days, he could bring the nearly 100,000 main force back to the aid. At that time, he would fight and talk while fighting. As long as the Ming Dynasty was not determined to defeat the death, he might not be able to win a glimmer of hope.

"The Ming army was discovered thirty miles ahead! Mahamukhan, our retreat was cut off!"

Mahamu was still thinking about how to preserve the grassland. A sharp long revelation made his heart fall into the ice cave instantly.

"It must be the Ming army in the Hexi Corridor who went north."

The army stopped and Gui Lichi said desperately: "It's over, it's all over."

This time, the Ming army obviously made a decision and then acted, and did not intend to give the grassland a little vitality. There were too many troops in the Ming Dynasty. They could use troops from multiple lines calmly and easily divide the battlefield. The grassland people had no advantage except for the joking so-called coming and going like the wind.

Mahamu fell silent at this time. He didn't need a scout. He could see with his naked eyes that a faint black line had appeared at the end of the communication between heaven and earth!
Chapter completed!