It was another evening, outside Zijing Pass, in the Chinese army's tent.
He also stood in front of a marching sand table. Beside him, Boyantemur was walking back and forth, looking very agitated.
Seems to have disturbed Ye Xian's thoughts, Ye Xian frowned and shouted in a low voice.
“Timur, please be quiet!”
Hearing this, Boyan Timur stopped, picked up the silver pot on the side, took two sips of cold wine, and said gloomily.
“Brother, why did you lie to me?”
Boyan Timur seemed to be very worried about this matter.
You know, when they attacked the city that day, he really thought that the Ming Emperor was in the car. Even before he was not allowed to drive out with the car, Boyan Timur fiercely objected, but
It just didn't work out in the end.
In the end, it was discovered that the carriage was not the Emperor at all, but a substitute obtained from who knows where.
This embarrassed Boyan Timur, who had sworn his promise in front of the Supreme Emperor.
Of course, it is worth being happy that one's friends are out of danger.
But he also concealed this incident from Boyan Timur first, which made him feel that he was not trusted and felt very hurt.
Boyen Timur is the youngest brother of Yesian. When he was just a child, their father died in the war. Boyan Timur was raised by Yesian.
So for Boyan Timur, he was both an elder brother and half a father to him.
I also felt a little headache at first. His younger brother, like most Mongolian men, was enthusiastic and loyal.
But sometimes, it’s really not very smart.
The six brothers and several others were able to let them lead the troops and take charge of their own affairs at first, but he only dared to keep this young brother by his side and let him do some trivial tasks.
The reason is because he is too emotional!
His face darkened, and he spoke first.
“Timur, I know that you have been very close to the Ming emperor in recent days, but don’t forget that he is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. We are enemies. There can be no true friendship between enemies.”
“If I told you from the beginning that I just wanted to use the emperor’s mouth to deceive the guard at Zijingguan, do you think he would cooperate with us?”
“Or are you willing to join me in deceiving your friends?”
Boyan Timur was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, a little frustrated.
He understood.
The Grand Master never wanted to push the Emperor out from the beginning, but he needed the Ming army to believe that it was the Emperor who was sitting in the carriage.
So, what other channel of information is more reliable and effective than telling them personally from the Emperor himself that the Grand Master intends to use the Emperor as a threat?
After realizing this, Boyan Timur's anger was gone.
After so many days, he indeed regarded the Ming Emperor as his true friend, and he would definitely not be willing to deceive his friend.
Thereupon, Boyan Timur lowered his head and said.
“Brother, Timur is wrong, please forgive me!”
He also nodded first, his expression became a little warmer, he rubbed his eyebrows and asked.
“How is the emperor of Ming Dynasty doing these days?”
Boyan Timur answered honestly.
"He didn't do anything strange. Just like before, I followed my brother's instructions and strengthened the defense around the military tent to prevent assassination."
There was a hint of approval in his eyes at first, but it was quickly replaced by anxiety.
"Well done, Timur. For some reason, I have a feeling that we are being surrounded by a huge threat. Perhaps, the decision to march south this time was wrong. Changshengtian did not stand with his believers.
side."
Only in front of his biological brother would Ye Xian show such a lack of firmness.
In front of the tribal shepherds and warriors of Oara, the Grand Master will always be the leader who strategizes and leads Oara to victory in every battle.
Obviously, this is not the first time that Ye Xian has behaved like this. Boyan Timur thought for a while and comforted him.
“Brother, don’t worry, even if we can’t conquer Zijin Pass, we can safely return to the grassland.”
“My two brothers, King Bodu and King Saikan, haven’t we already decided on the retreat route with you?”
"What's more, many passes on the Ming side have been abandoned. Our army is on the verge of attacking the passes we must pass through, but if we want to retreat, there are many ways and they can't stop us."
Boyan Timur was of course very clear about what he said. He had personally finalized the entire battle plan, and of course he was confident enough.
However, what worried him was that the messenger he sent to deliver a message to King Bodu and King Saikan was already two days late from the scheduled return time.
He kept sending spies to find out the news, but no one could come back, which made him feel very uneasy.
At the same time, starting from the day before yesterday, for some unknown reason, the guard at Zijing Pass went crazy and came to rob the camp almost every night.
When he went out to fight during the day, he was almost risking his life.
This is not normal!
As a Mongolian tribal leader who grew up among blood and fire, he can certainly see it.
In the current situation, the other side actually has the advantage.
The longer the delay is, the greater the advantage will be for them. They should hold on now instead of taking the initiative to attack.
There is a wise saying that when things go wrong, there must be a monster.
He also first felt that something must have happened that he didn't know about.
There was a loud noise outside.
The sound of gold and iron clashing, plus the sound of galloping horses, mixed with the shouts of killing, made it endlessly noisy.
The Ming army is attacking the camp again!
This kind of thing has happened many times these days, and this kind of small-scale camp attack does not even require going out in person.
After coming here for a while, he heard the noisy sounds outside and began to feel more and more uneasy. He just wanted to get up and go out to see the battle situation.
Two Mongolian nobles walked in outside, and behind them was a Ming general who was covered in blood and tied tightly.
“I’ve met the Grand Master!”
He also instantly put away the worry on his face, became the leader of the Wala people's faith again, and said with a smile.
“Battle, Morigen, my warriors, you have repelled the Ming army’s attack camp, right?”
The two people below prostrated themselves on the ground and said respectfully.
“Grand Master, it’s true, but this Mingren general claims to have important news. As long as we are willing to spare his life, he is willing to tell it, so we brought him to the presence of the Great Khan.”
He also sat at the top first, raised his eyebrows, heard the words, ordered someone to take off the rag from the general's mouth, and said calmly.
"General of the Ming Dynasty? From what I see in your attire, you are just a lieutenant general at most, not even a staff general, so you'd better pray that the information you told me is really useful to me, so maybe I will be merciful.
Spare your life."
The general was covered in blood and exhausted. There was a long stab wound on his body. It was obvious that he had been slashed hard with a scimitar.
Hearing this, he weakly raised his head and said.
“Grand Master, Yanghekou was captured by Yang Xin, and King Bodu was beaten back to the grassland by Guo Deng. This is the news I know. Please, save me!”
A "pop" sound.
The desk in front of Ye Xian was torn into pieces by him. Under the flickering candlelight, his face looked extremely ugly...