Liaodong, Fuzhou was abandoned city.

"Long live the Ming King! Long live the Ming King! Long live the Ming King! Long live!"

Amidst the cheers of Chinese and Jurchens, Chen Dexing rode his horse into the city under the escort of 1,500 iron-armored cavalry.

The Battle of Fuzhou has already won a great victory! Under the shock of the cannon and the hot air balloon, more than 20,000 wild Jurchens had no intention of fighting. In the end, they simply turned aside while the Mongolian cavalry in Ashuru were fighting with the Northern Expedition Army.

About half of the wild Jurchens flew away and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Some 10,000 people simply turned against Chen Dexing. Now they are kneeling outside Fuzhou City to greet the gods. How dare they not worship? Besides, Chen Daxian knew at a glance that he was not a good-tempered god!

Chen Dexing ignored these Jurchens and just entered the city arrogantly. Fuzhou City has been abandoned for more than 30 years, and most of the city walls are still there, but the buildings in the city are dilapidated and cannot be occupied. Fortunately, the large tent in A Shulu is good, tall and spacious, with loose and soft blankets and various exquisite furniture, which are all made by good craftsmen of Yanjing. Now they all belong to Chen Dexing, and this is the tent of the Ming King Chen Dexing!

The women served were also complete, not Mongolian women, but girls from the wild Jurchen tribes who paid tribute. They wore bright Mongolian clothes and knelt down to welcome Chen Dexing's grand journey.

"There is no need to serve here, and I will go back and give them to the meritorious soldiers." Chen Dexing strode into the tent, his eyes gaze ≈ Chang≈ Feng≈ Wen≈ Xue, ↘.≌↙t swept, and waved his hand to Baoyin who followed him north.

Baoyin, Li Cuixian and Cui Yue'er all came to Liaodong with Chen Dexing. Now Li Cuixian and Cui Yue'er stayed in Lushunkou to guard their family, and Cui Yue'er was already pregnant. Li Cuixian and her sisterly love each other, so they naturally had to take care of her. At the same time, Lushunkou also had a big business that wanted to make decisions.

As for Baoyin, she is actually the woman who has been nourished by Chen Dexing the most. This woman is already charming, and Yang Po'er has been trained. She really dares to play with any tricks. But her belly is always bulging, and she looks very good at raising her body, but she can't get pregnant. However, this also has benefits. She has a convenient body and can fight with Chen Dexing. Moreover, she can speak Mongolian language and communicate with the Tartars here in Liaodong. Most of the Tartars in Liaodong can speak Mongolian language except for their mother tongue. They do not know much about Chinese.

"Let's retreat." Baoyin sent the maid in Mongolian language, and he bent down to salute Chen Dexing, and wanted to leave. It was afternoon, and Chen Dexing had just entered the city. There was still a lot of things to do, but it was not the time to ask for pleasure.

"Stay here!" Chen Dexing ordered, "Meet A Shulu together. In terms of seniority, it should be your uncle, right?"

Ashul was also captured. The old Tartar was no longer as brave as he was. Not only did he get older, but he was also used to enjoying it and was injured. How could he escape from the chaos? He was captured by several wild Jurchen tribe leaders who knew him and gave it to Chen Dexing's Northern Expedition Army for credit.

Now that Chen Dexing called, the old Tatar A Shulu was tied up by a scattered guard and was escorted up by an iron-armored guard. Of course, he looked dissatisfied. He saw Chen Dexing sitting on the Hu bed where he was sitting upright, but he didn't bow. He just stood upright and didn't kneel down, looking like he was preparing to die generously.

"Baoyin, is he A Shulu?" Chen Dexing asked with a smile on his finger at A Shulu, who looked dead and hard.

"It's A Shulu." Baoyin replied.

"You are relatives, so you have nothing to say?" Chen Dexing said lightly.

‘Relative?’ A Shulu could understand Chinese and squinted his eyes to look at the beautiful and charming little lady beside Chen Dexing. She first felt familiar, and then looked carefully. Isn’t this Guiyukan’s beautiful daughter Baoyin? Isn’t this girl dead in Sichuan? How could she stand in front of her alive?

"Uncle A Shulu, I am Baoyintemuir. Do you still remember me?" Baoyin smiled and said without any embarrassment. "I was captured alive by the Ming King in Moshiling, Sichuan. Seeing that I was beautiful, the Ming King asked me to be his female slave."

"Slave female! You are the daughter of the Golden Family and the great-granddaughter of Genghis Khan!" A Shulu's face suddenly turned gloomy.

It would be fine if Chen Dexing married Baoyin as his wife, but it would be fine if the Mongols were snatched to be his wife. It would be embarrassing if no one snatched it! But if he snatched to be a female slave or a daughter of Khan, this nature would be completely different! This is simply an insult to the Great Mongolian Kingdom!

Seeing A Shulu not speaking, Baoyin and Chen Dexing looked at each other, and then asked with a smile: "Baoyin is beautiful and can be liked by the King of Ming, even if it is 10,000 horses, it is not allowed to change. But the King of Ming can let you return to the grassland. The condition is naturally... exchange it with His Highness Ming's mother. I think Uncle Tachar won't agree, right?"

‘Can you still go back?’ A Shulu’s old Tartar suddenly flashed with joy. He was a Mongolian warrior, and it did not mean he was not afraid of death.

"Of course, the Khan will not refuse." Ashuru answered confidently. In Ochijin Wulus, he was also an elder. His father also served as a Khan (the Khan of Mongolia, like the Khan of the Great Khan, did not inherit his father's business, but was recommended). In Ochijin Wulus, there were many people who hoped that he would have three thousand households (but the thousand households in the era of Chen Jixi Khan). He could bring about 20,000 warriors at any time, and Tachar should not ignore him.

Chen Dexing nodded with a smile: "This is the best... I will send an envoy to Goryeo now, and you can write a letter from your own."

A Shulu smiled: "Why should I send an envoy to Goryeo? King Khan has personally led an army of 50,000 to Liaodong!"

Chen Dexing smiled even brighter: "Good come, good come... Tachaer and I are relatives, so we just took this opportunity to sit down and talk."

"What are you talking about?" A Shulu asked.

Chen Dexing smiled and said, "Of course, it's about how to divide the world equally."

"Share the world equally?"

Chen Dexing nodded with a smile: "The world is the whole world, not only the Han and Mongolia, but also the Western Regions, Dashi, Persia, Folin (referring to Europe), Tianzhu, Nanfan and other lands in the world!"

This tone is so great! A Shulu frowned: "Ming Wang, do you mean to rule the Han area and rule the rest of the place by the Great Mongolia?"

Chen Dexing sneered: "How can the world be so great that I cannot tolerate King Tachaer Khan and me? I think that the Mongolian Khan are the most powerful soldiers and horses. There are no less than 60,000 bow-guiding men in the headquarters of Ochijin Wulus, which is more than Kublai Khan and Alibu Khan. If we include the military and horses of the other three kings of the host, there will be more than 100,000! Who can defeat the Mongolian Khan? How can this great Khan not be able to win the position of the great Khan?"

Baoyin also said, "Even if the four host kings are not a great khan, they can also support the sect king of the Ogedei clan to be a khan. Why did the Tolei clan people destroy our Mongolian tradition? The world is so vast, how can there be a boundary? Why did the Great Mongolian never end in the Han area? It would be fine if there was no one in the Han area, but now the Ming king is born, which is enough to sweep the Central Plains and pacify the south of the Yangtze River. It is no longer possible for Mongolia to ravage. Kublai Khan, Ali Buge and his brothers to kill each other, and even if there is no chance of winning or losing, even if there is no chance of victory or defeat, in the long run, the Great Mongolian energy will be exhausted in the killing of each other."

Is this to encourage Tachaer to compete for the throne of the Mongolian Khan? Ashuru was stunned when he heard Baoyin's words. Although Tachaer was qualified to participate in the Kuri National Taiwan Conference election for the Khan, he was not a descendant of Genghis Khan after all, but his nephew. If Tachaer led the host kings to compete for the throne, I am afraid that the descendants of Genghis Khan would all jump out and object!

A Shulu just remained silent. After a long time, she sighed: "Okay, I'll write to King Khan and convey your meaning to him. As for the result, I can't tell you!"

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"King, Khan, something is wrong. General Manager Ashuru was defeated, and the army of more than 20,000 people suddenly collapsed..."

"What? 20,000 people will be finished so soon? Even if Chen Dexing is asked to catch 20,000 sheep, it will take a few days, right?"

On the day after the Battle of Fuzhou, King Tachar Khan's army had already invaded Liaodong in a mighty manner. After crossing the Yalu River, Tachar did not delay at all. He left his infantry and baggage, and only brought one Mongolian cavalry with three horses and galloped over. Who knew that before crossing the Shahe River, he bumped into the fleeing straitors of A Shulu's troops, and he chased Chen Dexing's Eight Banners soldiers all the way!

The leader of this group of defeated soldiers was Tabutai. One of the strongest warriors of Ochijinwulus was in a mess when he was taken to Tachal. He didn't know where the leather armor was thrown, and his horn bow and scimitar were gone, his head and face were covered with dust. When he saw Tachal, he cried and reported his demise.

"The Han people have come out of gods and can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and have large magic weapons. The Jurchen barbarians have surrendered to them..."

"What kind of gods! They are all fake!" Tachaer roared, "Where is Ah Shulu? Where is he?"

"I don't know, they all ran away. General Manager Ashulu originally wanted to last a few more days before the Khan's army arrived. But I didn't expect that all the Jurchen barbarians would turn against each other..."

"Damn Jurchens! I should have killed them all!" Tachaer said furiously. A round big cake face was ashen as it was as blue as it was about to turn black.

Liu Xiaoyuan, who was following Tachaer, seemed to have found some key question, and frowned and asked: "Tabukushima, when did Chen Dexing defeat the Ashulu General Manager?"

"When? It was after noon yesterday... The Ming King's army arrived in Fuzhou the night before yesterday. The war started two times yesterday morning, and the Jurchens turned against each other until noon."

"Bastard!" Tachaer gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to curse, Liu Xiaoyuan, who was standing beside him, interrupted: "King, it's still time!"

“What’s the time?”

"Of course, it is to prevent Chen Dexing from integrating the Jurchen tribes in Liaodong." Liu Xiaoyuan said confidently, "The terrain on both sides of the Shahe River is flat, which is conducive to the performance of cavalry. The Khan should not fight Chen Dexing here!"

"A battle? Will he be willing?"

Liu Xiaoyuan nodded: "How can you refuse? King Khan, don't forget that his mother is still in your hands!"

Tachaer frowned: "The person surnamed Chen doesn't care about his mother's life or death!"
Chapter completed!