The night was solemn, and until the hour of Hai arrived, the highly anticipated war had not started.

The decisive battle was inevitable. In the Tatar camp, troops were frequently mobilized, and the tasks had been specifically assigned to each 10,000 households and 1,000 households. Dayankhan was preparing to use 40,000 troops to fully attack the Ming army's defense line and defeat the Ming army's fighting will in one fell swoop.

As the leader of the war, Batumonk did not go out to encourage morale at this time. He stayed in the golden tent and looked at the map in a daze. It was obvious that he had not figured out some things.

"Sweat."

At this time, a commander of the Qiexue Army walked in from outside the camp, strode behind Batumonk, and saluted respectfully, "The troops are ready and can launch an attack at any time... Now I am just waiting for the order of the Khan."

Batumonk's face was worried, "Unsan Khan has not figured out Chen Xi's intentions until now... Can you understand?" When he turned to look at the visitor, the man found that Batumonk's eyes were covered with blood, and many wrinkles were added to his face, which made him look much older.

The commander of the Qiexue Army also served as the Khanate's Bitjachi, an official who helped the Khan handle government affairs. He could read and read, and had some knowledge.

After thinking carefully, he said: "If Khan feels that it is not appropriate to start a war today, you might as well let the soldiers go back and rest first... Khan, you should also rest. Only by having a good mental state can you deal with various emergencies and fight the next battle."

Batumonk sighed lightly: "I can't understand Chen Xi's layout, how could Ben Khan dare to close his eyes? When the Ming army cleaned up the debris in front of the position, I knew that the other party had prepared everything and waited for our cavalry to charge... Unexpectedly, the Ming army's position had already laid a huge trap, waiting for us to jump into it... We may fail in this battle."

"How is this possible? Khan, the Ming army on the opposite side is just bluffing!"

The Bizhechi analyzed, "We drove the Ming army all the way to the riverside area on the north bank of the Yuxi River. The position was also hurriedly built, without any preparations in advance, so as the sand and soil bags were exhausted, the opponent's subsequent defense line was useless... In addition, the Ming army in the pass had no movement, which also means that there was no foreign aid from Chenxi's troops. In this case, the opponent was ridiculous and clearly was cheating! In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is useless. As long as our cavalry launches a charge, the failure of the Ming army is inevitable!"

"Is it an empty city plan?"

Batumonk closed his eyes, thought carefully, and then shook his head after a long time: "It would be great if it was really what you said... I'm afraid things would go against my wishes. I have led my troops for many years and have such a great advantage, but I have no confidence for the first time. Now there are only two ways in front of us, either fighting or withdrawing troops. Because we have the advantage of mobility, the Ming army will not do anything to us. But if we choose to start a war but fail..."

Some words are not allowed to be expressed by Batumonk, but in fact, it goes without saying that everyone knows that the current Dayan tribe cannot afford to lose.

In recent years, the grassland has been civil wars for many years, and the Dayan tribe has attacked everywhere, and too many tribes have offended.

Once the main force of the Khan army is buried here, the next situation will inevitably be the rise of heroes to seize power, and there will be no peace on the grassland.

The commander of the Qiexue Army said in a firm tone: "Da Khan, please rest assured, we will definitely win this battle... Please give the Khan orders and send troops immediately. I am willing to rush forward!"

"I'm tired!"

Batumonk suddenly raised his face and waved his hand, "It is difficult to control the movements of the Ming army in the dark night. Their firearms can shoot forward without any scruples; but our cavalry trampled on each other due to their obstruction of vision, and the crossbows could not aim at it. This is really more harmful than good!"

"I ordered the entire army to prepare for war before, but I just wanted to make peace with the Ming army! They had a good rest during the day and were ready for the night battle. I just wanted to let their plans fail!"

"The Khan means..." The confidant general of Dayan Khan asked for advice.

Batumonk waved his hand: "I'm going to rest, I ordered everyone to go back to the tent to rest, and then launch an attack when tomorrow dawn. At that time, the Ming army was the most tired and had a much slower reaction than usual... If the order was sent, except for leaving some troops to guard against them, the rest of the people would be disbanded and there must be no mistakes!"

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The Tatars were full of energy waiting for the war, but they didn't want the Golden Tent to send orders to everyone to rest, and set the war to the early morning of the next day.

Although the war was postponed, it was undoubtedly a reassurance for the Tatars. They could finally determine the specific combat time instead of waiting all the time.

There are less than three hours before dawn, which can make people recover some of their energy. The Tatars seized time to go back to the tent to sleep, and basically no one took off their armor. Even when they were sleeping, they were extremely alert, for fear that the Ming army would rush into the camp when they woke up... After two major battles, any Tatars could feel the strength of the enemy in front of them. The Ming army led by Shen Xi was the most powerful opponent they had ever encountered, and they could also feel invisible pressure.

At this time, in the Tatar camp on the other side of the Yuxi River, Turuborot learned that the war start time was set in the morning of the next day after the third update.

Although Turuborot should have gone to rest, he couldn't sleep no matter how much he was. There were too many things hidden in his heart, and the war was about to come, and he was in a stir and he couldn't even get along.

"What are the methods of the Ming army?" Tuluborot looked at the night sky and fell into deep thought. "Realistically speaking, Shen Xi is at a dead end. Even if he is skillful and can use his subordinates' lives to defeat some of our troops, the ending cannot be changed... What reason does he have to persist?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the other side of the river. His location was only about two or three miles away from the Ming army camp, with a Yuxi River between them. Behind him, the outline of Yulin Cang City could be clearly seen... For Tuluborote at this time, Shenxi was a problem that could not be solved.

Soon he remembered Awulu again, the woman who gave him the conditions for alliance and moved him.

"A Wulu's understanding of the Ming Dynasty is far deeper than that of me. She should know Shen Xi's movements... She has such great confidence in Shen Xi, but why? Are we destined to lose this battle?"

Tuluborot fell into a state of reverie. He did not plan to rest that night. He sat in a corner of the camp, with cowhide under his butt, blowing the cool river breeze, and fell into an ethereal state.

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In Yulin Weicheng, Zishi was about to pass, and Wang Qiong received a tip from the scout and learned that there would be no more war that night.

Although the Dayan Khan tribe was united, not everyone belonged to the Dayan tribe during this conscription. There were many people from the small tribes that had been integrated into the Dayan tribe. At this time, they had a small plan. One of them would be injured when the two tigers fought each other. Once the Dayan tribe was defeated, their tribe might be able to go out independently and restore their inheritance. Some of them even sold the information to the Ming Dynasty for rewards and daily necessities such as salt and tea.

Of course, these people who temporarily joined the Dayan tribe are all in the middle and lower levels of the army and do not know very well about the situation of the Khan tribe. Otherwise, Wang Qiong would not have known about the Tatar movements until this time.

"The war begins tomorrow morning! The Tatars will attack the entire army by then...that means that tomorrow's battle is likely to be the last battle on the north bank of the Yuxi River!"

Wang Qiong said to Hou Xun, deputy general who had been waiting for orders.

Hou Xun asked for instructions: "Sir, we really do nothing?"

Wang Qiong's face was cold, and there were a bunch of official documents in front of him. It was obvious that he was too concerned about the frontline war and had no intention of dealing with it. After sighing, Wang Qiong said: "If Shangshu Chen can win this battle, we will send troops, otherwise... we will have to wait. Even if Shangshu Chen fails, we can only watch from the wall!"

“It’s so uncomfortable!”

Hou Xun said, "It is obvious that the battlefield is only more than ten miles away from here, but still...ah!"

Wang Qiong said: "This battle is related to the safety of the Ming Dynasty's border in the next few decades. I hope that Shangshu Chen can win, but the chance is slim. Although there are many cases of weak defeating the strong in history, and every time it can be remembered in history, it is always slim!"

Hou Xun was a little worried: "But... Lord Shen has an irreplaceable position in His Majesty's mind. If we were close to you, but we watched Lord Shen not rescue him if something happened, what if His Majesty blamed him?"

Wang Qiong sighed and said, "Oh... Mr. Xie said that if His Majesty blames him, he will take the initiative to take the blame, because if something happens to Zhihao, he will not be interested in the court and will choose to retire and return home to commemorate the fallen soldiers!"

Hou Xun asked afterwards, "Sir, have you asked Mr. Xie for this matter?"

Wang Qiong shook his head: "No need, Master Xie has gone to bed. It's not too late to report after the results of tomorrow!"

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At the Yuxi River, the army camp was brightly lit in the central army's tent.

Chen Xi was also checking the information. Since he led the army, he has used all means to collect all available information. The latest feedback he received now is also the temporary resumption of the Tatars. Although he cannot determine the exact time for the Tatars to launch the attack, he estimated that the fight would start around dawn.

Even though Chen Xi was confident enough, he was still suspicious because this was the most critical battle in his life.

"It's good to win. If I fail, I can't wait to die!" Chen Xi suddenly had a hint of selfish thoughts in his heart, "I'm going to visit this closed and conservative era. Is it just to die vigorously?"

However, when Chen Xi thought of the soldiers in the army who entrusted his wealth and life to him, he felt a sense of pride and ambition in his heart. "With so many people trusting him and doing their best, even if he fails in the end, he will have no regrets!"

Chen Xi walked out of the Central Army's tent, and Ma Jiu and Zhu Hongzheng were guarding the door. When they saw Chen Xi and the others, they hurriedly stood up.

Chen Xi waved his hand: "It's not too early, why don't you go to rest?"

Ma Jiu said: "I have to wait for the scout to send back the information. Besides, the Tartars will attack at any time and have no intention of sleeping."

Zhu Hong also said: "The safety of the adults is the most important thing, and someone must always protect him."

Chen Xi sighed lightly: "The Tatars have ordered the entire army to rest. The war will inevitably take a while before it will start again. You will also go to rest first like other officers and soldiers... The next war will be cruel. If you start the war, you are so sleepy that you can't open your eyes. I'm afraid the sleepy insects will infect me and affect our performance!"

Chen Xi's words sounded a bit ridiculous made Zhu Hong hesitate: "But... you haven't rested yet, sir."

Chen Xi smiled: "I have slept during the day. In the next battle, I will probably personally go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. We have no way out. This time it is also the most important battle in my life!"

For some reason, Chen Xi in front of him was so emotional. Looking at Chen Xi's haggard and handsome face, he was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Go!"

Chen Xi waved his hand again, "Two hours later, come to the tent to gather and go to the battlefield with me!"

Ma Jiu frowned: "Sir, the villain is not very sleepy, so the villain is waiting here... Please allow the blessing."

Zhu Hong said: "The same is true for humble positions."

Chen Xi shook his head: "I can understand your feelings, but the problem is that I am not discussing with you now, but ordering me, and I will also have to rest. If I don't go, military law will deal with it!"

Under Shen Xi's death order, Ma Jiu and Zhu Hong had to go and rest.

The two of them did not dare to leave too far. They hugged the weapons and avoided Chen Xi's vision. They walked around the back of the Central Army's tent and laid a thatch and lay down to sleep. They did not forget to stick their ears to the tent, so that once there was movement in Chen Xi, they could react in time.

Chen Xi yawned, and he was a little sleepy. He looked around and returned to the tent with a regretful mood. He Yi fell asleep shortly after he lay down.

Before he lost consciousness, his last thought was: "It's too hard and tiring. After this battle, I will never set foot on the battlefield again, unless I fight for myself!"

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The intersection of Yin and Mao is the darkest time of the day in Ordos region this season.

The Tatars were ready to go, and the leader was their leader, and the most powerful figure on the grasslands for the past twenty years, Dayan Khan Batumonk.

When Batumonk appeared in the schoolyard in military uniform, all the Tatars were in full bloom.

Batumonk is a recognized hero of the grassland, but he has not been on the battlefield in person for a long time. This time he changed into military uniforms and wanted to tell the army that he would fight side by side with all the Tatar warriors as a warrior.

"Sweat!"

"Sweat!"

There are not many people who can usually see Batumonk. This time, the appearance made the army excited and shouted to the king in their hearts.

For this war, Batumonk specially set up an altar. Under the reflection of tens of thousands of torches, he climbed up to the platform and presided over the ceremony of sacrifice to heaven. Behind him were tens of thousands of Tatar soldiers.

The Tatars were all cavalry, and the soldiers were already riding on horseback, and the war horses under their crotch almost accompanied them to grow up, and they could basically achieve unity of people and horses, so even in such a dense situation, the cavalry formation was still in order.

Batumonk climbed to the altar, and from the generals to the soldiers below, they shouted loudly that although the ceremony of sacrifice to heaven had not begun, seeing the lord of the grassland was a great encouragement to the morale of the army.

The national teacher Susuha and the third prince Balsborot as attendants followed Dayan Khan to the altar and led twelve Cyxue military soldiers to slaughter cattle and sheep on the spot for sacrifice.

The agenda of sacrificial activities was originally very complicated, but in order to start the war early, Batumonk simplified the complexity. When he personally placed the slaughtered cow heads and sheep heads on the incense table and lit the incense candles for sacrifice to the sky, the cheers of the Tatars reached its peak.
To be continued...