Horse riding, archery and wrestling, the three favorite activities of the Mongolians have already appeared. Some of the warriors who competed today came from the Zasaktu Khan tribe, and some were Manchurian Batulu, and some were itchy Junggars. However, the Manchurians' faces were not good-looking because the Mongolians had the upper hand and stole the limelight.

During horse racing, the Junggars had excellent horse breeds stolen from Central Asia. When competing for archery, the Mongolians deliberately placed the target a hundred steps away, making the Manchus who were used to using large bows and heavy arrows unable to adapt. Only wrestling, both sides had their own victory and defeat, and it also became the most eye-catching activity on the field.

The audience's thunderous applause was dedicated to the winner of this wrestling, a warrior from Junggar. His feet stepped on the head of the Manchu opponent without hesitation, raised his thick arms, raised his proud head, and accepted cheers from people around him, regardless of the displeasure on some people's faces.

"Master, Junggar really has many good men. Only by uniting these fearless warriors can they resist the slavery from the Central Plains people." Bumubutai said with a smile to the young monk around him.

The monk smiled: "Maybe, but as far as I know, the strength and courage of the warriors cannot resist the baptism of steel and flames. Junggar has seen it. The wise leader should lead his warriors to defend their homes and worship Gods and Buddhas."

Bumubutai was talking to the young monk. Her attitude was gentle and without any arrogance, not only because the monk was a disciple of the Tibetans, but also the son of the Khan of the Junggar tribe. Galdan's name represents Su Hui, Duozhi and benevolence in this era, and is also an important contact person for Bumubutai United Weilath Alliance and Tibet.

At this moment, Sony walked up to the high platform and arrived beside Bumubutai. Seeing Galdan throwing doubtful eyes at him, the tension on Sony's face melted and he changed into a happy look, as if there was any good news to be told, but what he said in Bumubutai's ear was bad news: "The Empress Dowager, the Eastern Cavalry crossed the Xing'an Mountains and attacked the Chechens stationed in Hulunbuir. Fei Yangku came to report that he suffered heavy losses and had many enemy cavalry. Fei Yangku was alone and could not support him. Please reinforce him."

After hearing this, Bumubutai nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. He said in a voice that only a few people around him could hear: "This is really good news."

"What happened, the Empress Dowager?" Galdan asked with his hands folded.

Bumubutai said, "Good news came from Hulunbuir. General Fei Yanggu defeated a cavalry from the Eastern Band, seized a lot of supplies, and invited the emperor to enjoy it. It seems that we will spend this winter in Hulunbuir. Sony, go and prepare, lead the troops to Hulunbuir first, catch the fleeing Eastern Band people, and after the emperor's wedding, it is better to move your Hulunbuir."

"Yes, Queen Mother, I'll do it now." Sony replied with a smile.

Galdan nodded and asked, "Great Empress Dowager, can I go with Lord Sony? To be honest, except for the Dongfan envoys I met in the temple last year, I have never seen the Dongfan people, nor have I ever seen the Dongfan army. You know, the warriors around me are stupid, and some people like to exaggerate."

The Junggar tribe was a vassal of the Qing Dynasty very early. At that time, he was invited by Shunzhi to join the Central Plains to participate in the Shandong battlefield. Whether those who fled back or released were all talking about it in Galdan's ears.

Bumubutai was a little hesitant. Galdan's attitude is very ambiguous now. He looks like a friend or an enemy. Bumubutai is not sure who he represents, whether he is the teacher in Tibet, or the father of the Khan, or both sides. In the past two years, these two forces have been close to the Qing Dynasty. Both have accepted the imperial enthronement, but they also support the Qing Dynasty to gain a foothold in the former Khalkha area in the northern desert. They often never return to their requests for alliances and military dispatch, and there is no further information. They do not agree or object. How willing is such a representative to go to Hulunbuir at this moment?

"You don't have to worry about safety issues. The guards and monk soldiers who came with me are all first-class warriors. They will protect me from my safety." Galdan said again.

Bumubutai smiled: "Then I'll bother the master. I hope you will come to Hulunbuir and see the corpse of the thief of the Dongfan, and recite sutras for them to be saved. I hope they will bathe in Buddhism and will not be enemies of my Qing Dynasty in the next life, okay?"

"That's natural." Galdan smiled.

At night, Sony arrived at Bumubutai's account and asked about Galdan. Sony said: "The Empress Dowager, this person asked to go to Hulunbuir. Could it be that he was suspicious and wanted to test the truth and reality of my great Qing Dynasty?"

"Test? No, he has guessed that we have failed." Bumubutai said, putting down the rosary.

Sony knelt on the ground and slapped himself twice: "It's a slave who has dereliction of duty and has never deceived him!"

Bumubutai smiled: "It's not that you and I have a bad cooperation. This person is really smart. He is Hutuktu, who has three generations of wisdom. How can he be compared with ordinary people like you and me?"

Sony raised his head in surprise. Galdan was regarded by Tibetan monks as the third incarnation of Yin Zahutuktu, but Sony knew that it was just a religious deception. Why did the Empress Dowager believe it?

"Today, if you bring good news of the victory of the army, you should publicize it on the spot to boost the prestige of the Qing Dynasty. But if you choose to inform me secretly, it will be revealed!" Bumu Butai said.

"Then let him go to Hulunbuir with his servant?" Sony asked.

"Whether you go or not, can you stop a monk from getting news in this place where the Mongols are everywhere? He wanted to know that it was just to go early and late. Perhaps he would truly see the style of the Eastern thieves, so he would make up his mind to convince his father, brother and master to help us." Bumubutai whispered, picked up the rosary again, and finally recited the scriptures with lyrics.

On the banks of the Khalkha River.

Bart rode a brown Mongolian horse and galloped across the yellow grass. Perhaps because the sun had not risen, the originally fine autumn rain turned into sleet. The north wind blew through the rain, but it turned into snowflakes but ice particles. It hit Bart's thick bear-skin cloak, making him unable to help getting off the horse and chill.

"I haven't ridden my hometown horse for a long time, and I've become a little awkward." Bart shook his head helplessly and handed the wild and untamed good horse to his adjutant.

At this moment, Bart was in the ruins of the battlefield. The fragments of tents and weapons were distributed everywhere. The corpses of humans and animals were lying in the mud. The dense footprints and hoof prints turned out the black and yellow soil, making the place a mess. The fog in the morning gradually dissipated. With the light of the rising sun, Bart walked towards the camp. The more corpses there were, the more the core of the battlefield, and it was even more tragic. Women and children from the Chechen tribe dug the soil with wooden sticks, dug out a small pit, put the bodies of the dead relatives in it, and covered it with floating soil. A low grave had appeared on the ground, extending from the grass to the edge of the woods. There were still hundreds of corpses on the ground. No matter how noble it was before, they were all stripped naked at this moment.

In fact, the battle did not last long. This Chechen family was attacked by the elites led by Cao Song at night. The Chechens had no time to wear armor and faced the elites of the empire wearing armor. They could not retreat because behind them were wives and children. The volley of muskets knocked down a group of people. Then the cavalry killed the formation and then chased and arrested them everywhere. Before the main force led by Bart arrived, the main battle had ended.

In the middle of the battlefield, Bart saw Cao Song. This fair-skinned young imperial officer was sitting on a stone, his shirt and armor were stripped naked. The soldiers beside him sprinkled wine on the wound on his shoulder, grinning in pain. At his feet, dozens of heads piled up into a hill, and hundreds of people were kneeling there, trembling.

"General, this is the nobleman in the tribe. Most of the people were killed by my people. Their heads were here, and those who were caught knelt on the side, and some might escape." Cao Song stood up to greet him, but was held down by Bart.

"Whose tribe is this?" Bart asked.

"The right-wing central banner and front banner of the Chechen tribe, and the two Zasaks of the Guanqi flag, were both Manchurians, and were both killed." Cao Song said.

Bati nodded. He had defeated four tribes all the way to the west, which was the largest one. All four tribes were Chechens, but those who managed the tribes were all Manchurians. Obviously, as the intelligence said, Manchuria had directly controlled the Chechen tribe, just like when he ruled Chahar.

"Most of the Manchus fought to the last moment, and the first ones to escape were the old chiefs and nobles of the Chechen tribe. When the cavalry caught up with them, they surrendered and were all here."

Bart walked forward, looked at the Mongolian chief who was kneeling all over the ground, and asked, "Why don't you fight to the end, even the Manchus are inferior?"

One man replied boldly: "Why do we fight to the death? For whom we fight to the death? The tribes and cattle and sheep are Manchurians, but failed. The tribes and cattle and sheep are yours. No matter which side we are on, we are all hunting dogs in the cage. Apart from humble waving tails and begging for mercy and echoing the master, there is no other function?"

Bart looked at the person talking and saw a clear scar on his face, which was very familiar in size and position, which evoked his memories. Bart ordered everyone to raise his face. In a panic, he finally found several familiar faces. Ten years ago, he knelt in front of these people, and ten years later, these people crawled at their feet.

"Do you know who I am?" Bart sat cross-legged on a piece of sheepskin and asked a barefoot old man.

"You?" the old man raised his head, looked at Bart carefully, shook his head, and said, "I just know that you are the general next to Tian Khan."

"Is that true, Sanger, do you no longer know me?" Bart asked.

Sanger, who was named directly, shook his head dumbly. He could be sure that the short and narrow-eyed man in front of him was a Mongolian, but he really couldn't recognize him. Bart said directly: "I am Bart, your former Munubat, and my younger brother is A Ling. Do you remember, A Ling, who was killed by you!"

Sanger listened to Bart's words and remembered something ten years ago. Sanger sat on the ground.

It was ten years ago. At that time, Sanger was the chief of a small tribe. Although there were only more than one hundred households under his corps, there were Bart's family among his shepherd slaves. Bart's younger brother was a follower next to Sanger. Sanger still remembered that he was a clever little guy. He could perform some acrobatics and play clowns, and could always make his daughter happy. But in Sanger's eyes, he was no different from the war horse under his crotch and the hunting dog in the cage. The difference was just how to speak. So when he found out that his daughter secretly went to see the boy, Sanger cut off one of his hands without hesitation as punishment.

Later, the Bart family disappeared. Sanger remembered that the days when they disappeared, the tribe passed a caravan to Humal. Sanger later missed the Bart family. Of course, he mainly missed Bart, the man who could ride and shoot. Especially after the Qing Dynasty issued the conscription order, Sanger thought that if Bart were there, there would be a loyal and capable hunting dog around his son who went to war for him.

Sanger sighed and shook his head: "I killed your brother, Bart, kill me, avenge your brother."

The soldiers beside Bart rushed up and pressed Sanger. The second military police lieutenant patted the young men on the shoulders and took them to check the seized supplies. Bart looked at Sanger, who was not in the mud on his face and asked, "Can you think that there will be such a day?"

"No."

Bart said: "I don't have either." He paused slightly, and Bart asked: "Where is your daughter Tuya?"

Bart just asked, Tuya is at least twenty-five years old now and should have been married, but she never thought that a woman stood up among the prisoners who were kneeling on the ground, and she was holding a little girl's hand. Bart could hardly recognize her as the girl his brother was dreaming of. He glanced and signaled his subordinates to let go. Bart said, "You should be glad you have a good daughter, otherwise you will die here today."

"Don't you kill me?" Sanger asked. He had guessed that the Bart family might have opened the door for his daughter to escape.

Bat shook his head: "Tiankhan ordered that all Khalkha tribes who surrendered and surrendered will not be killed. They will move east to Qiqihar and place them, so I will not kill you!"

"But I killed your brother." Sanger said.

"You just chopped off one of his hands. You should be glad that he met a brave blacksmith who stopped his wound with a soldering iron. He saved my brother and saved your life." Bart waved his hand, replied casually, and took the people away.
Chapter completed!