The speed of a group of troops returning east slowed down, and they began to set up camp as soon as it got dark in the afternoon.
For several days, there was no sun during the day and no starlight at night, so even the guide who was most familiar with the road could not find the direction. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty settled the wounded, and a colonel shouted again: "Let the prisoners go over there to warm themselves by the fire, don't freeze."
died."
"There aren't many prisoners anymore, they are all valuable." "Heh."
Mang Ge La walked a few steps faster and was finally able to sit down and rest by the campfire.
Of course it was tragic to be defeated and captured. This was the first time in his life that he had suffered like this.
That day, there was a decisive battle with the Tang army in the snow. Due to Yuxi Timur's death in the battle, the morale of the army was so chaotic that it almost showed signs of defeat. Mang Geci had to order a temporary withdrawal from the battlefield.
Soon after, Tuohu's army arrived on the battlefield and almost defeated Li Xia.
The worst thing about this is that Uluru Hunai bit the back of Tuohu's army and dealt a heavy blow to the Yuan army at the critical moment. Seeing that Tuohu was defeated, Tuohu had to retreat northward in a hurry.
Busy Brother Ci was not so lucky. After fighting hard for several days, he was trapped and exhausted, so he was captured.
At this time, after the wet clothes and shoes were dried and warmth spread all over his body, he suddenly had an idea. He just had to put his tied hands into the flames and burn the ropes.
Now that you can move freely, grab another horse and break out of the siege.
Thinking of this, Brother Ma looked up and found a Tang sergeant staring at him while eating barbecue. His eyes seemed to have completely seen through his thoughts.
Only then did he realize that some things are easy to think about, but if he really wants to escape, he may die at every step. Even if he can escape, how long can he survive in this hungry and weak state in the vast snow?
"If you want to escape, just try it." The Tang sergeant said. He was still chewing meat in his mouth as he spoke, and meat foam flew everywhere. Brother Ma subconsciously avoided it, but still let the meat foam spray onto his collar.
He thought it was dirty, but he felt it smelled so good that his saliva came to him and he was forced back.
His extremely noble status actually coveted the meat in the mouth of a Japanese soldier, which made him feel extremely ashamed.
"Forget it if you don't run away." The Tang soldier squatted down and said, "I heard that the two emperors Huizong and Qinzong of the Song Dynasty danced on the iron pot after they were captured by the Jin people?"
Busty Brother Ci turned around and took a look, a little confused.
"What do you think I'm doing? Do you think I know too much? Hey, we watch a big play every few days in the camp. This is how it is played on the stage. The two emperors dance and scream on the iron pot. The golden man can see
Hahahaha. That golden man’s hair is the same style as yours.”
This Tang soldier had a strong Sichuan accent.
Brother Ma could barely understand Chinese, so he could barely understand it. Especially at the last sentence, the hat on his head was lifted up, revealing the top of his head, which was so cold that it made him feel a sense of fear.
"I am not a Jurchen. We have never treated the Emperor of Song like that."
"Hey, you can speak Mandarin. I didn't say you were from the Jin Dynasty, and I'm not from the Song Dynasty. I just said that your hair style is the same. I'm just curious. Do the more wealthy people dance better?"
The other Tang soldiers around laughed.
"Why don't you ask Prince Dayuan to dance for everyone?"
Busty brother lowered his head, wondering how to stand up and resist, or thinking about which dance to dance later.
Fortunately, a general of the Tang Army passed by and cursed: "Sun Dazhu, who told you to talk too much there? You are not allowed to talk to the prisoners!"
"Yes!" "Feed him something to eat."
"Why? Isn't it good to starve this dog?" "The general agreed to that old scholar."
Busy brother listened secretly and knew that Li Dehui must have surrendered.
Li Dehui was originally a Han, but now that he was defeated and captured, how could he not surrender to Li Xia?
Thinking that he was being bullied and teased by a few pawns here, and that the minister who once assisted him had attached himself to the enemy, Maunge La couldn't help but became furious and secretly cursed those Han people for being shameless.
However, the next moment, he heard the movement around him, turned his head and looked around, and was even more surprised. He
He saw two marshals of ten thousand households under his command, following Uluru Khunai respectfully. "Uncle Shu Zhen? Tolica?" Brother Ma opened his mouth, somewhat in disbelief.
Uncle Shuzhen and Tolica were both leaders of the Hongji Tribe, and they were somewhat related to his wife Norihan as brothers and sisters. Of course, they were also in-laws of the Golden Family.
After the battle, these two people clearly fled southward, were not captured, and even gathered a lot of defeated troops. How did they end up here?
Of course they should not and cannot betray the Great Mongolia.
Do you want to come to negotiate with Li Xia and save yourself? Busy Brother Ci thought this way.~~
"Let that boy warm himself by the fire."
Shu Zhenbo also caught a glimpse of Mang Ge La when he was walking, and said to Uluru Hunai: "The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and Ke Dun are so kind." "Yes." Turicha also praised: "They are really kind, kind and generous.
.”
"Then what do you think?" Uluru Khunai asked.
Tritsa smiled heartily and said, "He should be punished well." "Maybe we can let him dance on a red-hot iron pot."
Wu Luhu was noncommittal, sneered, and led them into Li Xia's tent.
Li Xia never showed that he was seriously injured. His back was still straight when he was sitting there, but his face looked a little pale.
Uncle Shuzhen, Tolica acted a little exaggeratedly and bowed deeply as soon as he entered the tent.
"Your majesty, the heroic Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, please forgive us for our past stupidity. After losing to you, we have regretted it. I hope you can generously distribute cattle, sheep and tents so that our warriors can survive the cold winter."
"I will not use my trophies to help the enemy."
"Of course we are not enemies of His Majesty the Emperor." Shu Zhenbo, now that Tritsa is here, many things have already been discussed, and he added: "We will also become friends of His Majesty the Emperor, just like Ke Dun."
Wu Luhu smiled faintly, walked around the brazier in the tent, walked to another chair next to Li Xia and sat down. He picked up the milk wine, toasted Li Xia, and took a sip himself.
She seemed amused by the word "friend".
Li Xia said: "You are not qualified to be my friend. You have failed miserably and may starve to death in the snow at any time." "We still have 20,000 warriors."
"We still have war horses." Shu Zhenbo interrupted Tritsa and said, "If we don't get your Majesty's help, the warriors will have no choice but to kill the war horses to fill their stomachs. But they will still die in the grass in the end.
.This is such a pity, they should have been His Majesty’s help.”
"Surrendered?" Li Xia asked.
Shu Zhenbo said: "That's right. We believe that Xiliji Khan is the real Mongolian Khan after Mengge Khan, and Kublai Khan is the traitor who betrayed the Great Mongolia. We are grateful to His Majesty for taking in and helping us.
Great Khan, we are willing to fight for the Great Khan"
This is an excuse.
But there are many things in the world that cannot be done without excuses.
After successive battles with Mangge La and Tuohu, after excluding the wounded, the troops and horses brought out by Li Xia only had more than 3,000 combat troops. Now they can still show off their power, but they rely on Uluru Hunai's 30,000 cavalry.
.
He does not have enough prestige to make these Mongols truly surrender.
Of course, he is not in a hurry. If one day, he completes the unification of the Central Plains, he will naturally have such prestige. This situation is precisely the reason why he supports Xiliji Khan.
"Kublai Khan and his supporters regard me as the enemy of the Mongolian grasslands." Li Xia said: "They are wrong. I am a friend of the grassland people. I have always hoped that Mongolia can be rich. Of course, the premise is that this wealth is not through robbery.
Take it. Put down your swords and ask your soldiers to hand over their weapons and armor, and I will give them food, grass and tents."
Uncle Shu Zhen, Turica was not willing.
"Are we treating our warriors as cattle and sheep to be slaughtered?"
"Warrior? Are you a herdsman or a warrior? You know it in your heart." Ulughunai put down the milk wine in his hand and said: "Enough people have died, and there are enough pastures for grazing on the grassland. You still have
Are you planning to die fighting for Kublai Khan?"
Shu Zhenbo and Turica looked at each other.
They had already agreed before they came that Li Xia's request could be agreed to as long as it was not too excessive.
To put it bluntly, even if the Han people became powerful, in the end, they would not be able to allocate a piece of pasture on the grassland for them to graze? They could also trade with each other, which would be better than dying in the wind and snow.
At the end of the conversation, it was still Uluru Kunai who sent the two Mongolian leaders away.
Li Xia sat alone in the tent, looking down at the map. After a long time, he heard that Uluru Hunai had returned.
"Can you find a way for us in the wind and snow just by looking at the map?" "No." Li Xia said, "I'm just thinking about how to fight next."
Uluru sat down again and said, "I want Kublai Khan's head." "I also hope to give it to you," Li Xia said.
He did not feel the shock of Muba Cisha's death on Ulukhunai's face, but he knew that it must be there.
He then put down the map in his hand and said: "I am not a god, I will be defeated and die. If you hadn't come this time, I might have died in Tuohu's hands, or I might have lost my master and fled."
"You should thank me, but you don't have to hide your strength. It was you who defeated the more than 50,000 men of Brother Mang with less than 10,000 men and restrained Tuohu's troops. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to win."
"I didn't expect us to be so polite." Li Xia said, "I want to say that I can't guarantee victory over Kublai Khan, but you came with the strength of the whole country, and I will fight against him with the strength of the whole country."
After he finished speaking, he handed over the map in his hand.
Uluru looked down and saw arrows one after another above.
Counting the Mongolian cavalry who surrendered today, they have 50,000 troops in the northwest. This is just one of the arrows.
"So, this is your strength?"
"I'm better than you." Li Xia nodded and said, "I say this to tell you that your choice to march eastward was not wrong. The assassination and Tuohu attack can be regarded as the prelude to the decisive battle between me and Kublai Khan, and you can arrive just in time.
Already."
"You're hurt like this, do you still have confidence?"
"Look, how many troops were there when I came here, and how many troops are there now?" Uluru Hunai turned his head and looked outside the tent, feeling suddenly confused.
Only now did she discover that in Mobei, there were at least 40,000 troops who originally belonged to the Mongolian Kingdom, but for some reason they all surrendered to Li Xia.
Don't know why? She is one of them, so how could she not know the reason? Step by step, she has carefully considered every choice she made.