Chapter 15: The winner is king and the loser is bandit
Thinking of such a scene, he couldn't restrain his inner anxiety and wanted to ask his daughter what she had planned.
But Luochen has a mysterious appearance, but the bet has been announced to the public, so how can he go back on it?
He could only stare at Luochen.
The cold winter wind whistled across the northern prairie, and the grassland was covered with decaying grass.
In the gray sky, I could only see a few eagles flying through the air. I looked around, but there was no sign of life.
At this time, it is already the winter season in the grassland. The fat grass on the barren grassland has long withered and the rivers have frozen.
At this time, the Mongolian prairie will eventually invade the border repeatedly in order to make a living, burn, kill, loot, and besiege the Central Plains lands within the pass.
The decline of the Ming Dynasty in the past has long been replaced by the Qing Dynasty founded by the powerful Jurchen tribe.
The Jurchens of the Later Jin Dynasty used the method of dividing the Mongolian grasslands to divide the Mongolian tribes and let these tribes fight all year round.
Because Sengge didn't take the Muyili tribe seriously at all, he just wanted to win this bet as soon as possible.
In order to get on board, King Khan of the Jungar tribe led only a small number of people into the sparsely populated Muyili tribe.
The next day, when Sengge led his tribe into the Muyili tribe living on the northwest grasslands,
I found that the entire tribe was empty, and the tents were empty. There was nothing.
Could it be that the Muyili tribe got the news and left? Sengge, who had found nothing, looked at the empty tent irritably.
Finally, it was decided to burn down the tents of the Muyili tribe.
Just as he was preparing to light all the tents with torches, suddenly, layers of black clouds rolled into the sky.
Coming quickly from the grassland in the distance, a whole row of Muyili soldiers came overwhelmingly and fell from the sky.
The looming iron hooves came across the grassland with murderous intent, and behind them were soldiers from other tribes.
There were probably tens of thousands of soldiers and horses.
All the Muyili soldiers held broadswords in their hands and stared at the Turgut soldiers standing there with their blood-red eyes.
He looked at them as if he wanted to eat them all alive.
Everyone hates these people who are preparing to destroy their homes. There is a fire in their hearts and they want to cut them into pieces.
Even the battle-hardened Sengge is starting to get a little confused. This time he may have fallen into the trap of these Muyi people.
On the vast grassland, people and horses on both sides were facing each other. On the left was a Mu Yili soldier wearing black armor.
On the right are the Torgut soldiers wearing dark green armor. There are obviously more Muyili soldiers on both sides than the Torgut soldiers.
Both sides had their bows drawn tightly, arrows on the strings, and some held their swords high.
They stood in rows with murderous intent, and their stern murderous intent shot straight into the sky. All it took was an order from the leaders on both sides.
will twist off the opponent's head. Although the Torgut soldier on the right looks very brave,
But after all, this time there were obviously more Mu Yili soldiers on the left than on their side. Although they looked very powerful,
But it still seems too weak. It seems that this time the Muyili tribe has already learned about their plan to encircle and suppress them, so they took the lead.
Reinforcements were brought in and all the tribe's troops were used to surround and suppress Sengge and the others.
Mu Yili, although this tribe has a small number of people, it is brave and good at fighting all year round and has strong cohesion.
For such a nation, we cannot confront them head-on, we can only outwit them. And we must make them submit sincerely. And for these,
Seng Ge was still unclear. He only felt that the tribe had a sparse population and would be easy to capture, which was a taboo of underestimating the enemy.