Volume 1 Nightfall Edge City Chapter 37 Zhang Ba

  In the southern suburbs of Hohhot, several hundred miles away from Wulanchabu, a thousand elite Chahar cavalrymen surrounded the great khan's banner and slowly marched forward. On horseback, Lindan Khan was solemn in expression. He had come to pay homage to his ancestors, the heroes of the Mongolian people, Genghis Khan.

  After Genghis Khan's death, his mausoleum was unknown, but his clothes and hat were buried here. Every year, Mongolians from various tribes come to worship, which is also the reason why Altan Khan chose to build Hohhot City here in the first place.

  The majestic Chahar cavalry lifted the complete prairie three flocks of white cattle, white horses and white sheep. Torches were lit all around, and Lin Dan Khan crawled in front of Genghis Khan's tomb, his face pressed against the icy ground. As a direct descendant of the Golden Family, his lifelong dream was to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors and unify Mongolia.

  Defeating the strongest Tümed tribe in Mongolian tribes, Lin Danhan did not feel excited as he imagined. The price he paid was too heavy. Chahar lost more than 30,000 cavalrymen. He did not expect that the divided Tümed tribes could unite and cooperate in the last battle. More importantly, the Jurchen people's siege of the Ming capital last year made his victory dull and unremarkable.

  Liaodong was originally a situation where Chahar and the Great Ming jointly resisted the Jurchen, he thought that after solving the Tumet people, he would return to Duoyan, but the Jurchens were too terrible, just revealing a small gap and they seized the opportunity.

  The war between Chahar and Tumet had just ended, the Jurchen people invaded the capital of the Great Ming from Duo Yuan Grassland, burning, killing and looting for more than a month, taking countless Ming civilians back to Liaodong.

  Throughout November, Lin Dan Khan received nearly ten envoys from the Ming Dynasty, almost non-stop, one batch every three days, asking the Chahar people to attack the Jurchen people from the Duo Yuan grassland and lift the siege of the Ming capital. It's not that Lin Dan Khan didn't want to go, but he really couldn't afford it, the loss in the Battle of Zhaocheng was too great, all the tribes were complaining, if they fought another battle, it would be hard to recover.

  "Long live the heavens, bless your people! The great Khan of Mongolia, bless your descendants!" Lin Dan Khan muttered to himself, the torches held high by the surrounding cavalry fluttering in the wind. After the sacrifice, he would lead his troops back to Mo Dong, and bring the various Mongolian tribes of Mo Dong, who had been flirting with the Jurchen people, back into the bosom of the great Khan of Mongolia.

  Kabas Master, the Red Sect master, presided over the ceremony. Mongolians have believed in Lamaism since the time of Kublai Khan, but now most Mongolian tribes on the vast grasslands believe in the Yellow Sect, and only two tribes believe in the Red Sect, one of which is Chahar. Chahar also used to believe in the Yellow Sect, but ten years ago, after Lin Danhan got to know the Red Sect master, he forcibly changed his policy and turned from yellow to red, which is why the Mongolian tribes in the eastern part of the grasslands are even more estranged from Chahar.

  About half an hour later, the ceremony ended and Lin Dan mounted his horse. An old man in a black robe waved his hand, signaling the guards to follow up.

  Lin Danhan and that black-robed old man walked in, asking: "Amur, are the Tumet people of Tokto Grassland still honest?"

  Nothing unusual, Han bandits have been going to harass them every other day for three days!

  Lin Dan sneered and said: "Let them taste what it's like to be bitten back by a sheepdog that has been raised."

  "With great sweat, the Tumet people are also Mongolians. Being bullied by the Hans in the grasslands has damaged the dignity of the Long Life Heaven. Since they have already surrendered, please forgive them, Great Khan." Amur hesitated for a moment and advised again.

  "Pardon?" Lin Dan's brow furrowed, "I led the Chahar 30,000 cavalry to bloody Zhao City, who can pardon? Let's talk about it after catching Ewenke Khan!"

  After saying these words, Lin Dan was still angry and said: "If you don't listen to the Mongolian Khan's orders, sooner or later you will let the various tribes of Mobei Mongolia taste the same bitter head as the Tumet people!"

  Amur did not dare persuade him again.

  "Damn the Khorchin tribe!" Lin Danhan restrained himself from cursing, thinking of the eastern Mongols. Among the various tribes of the eastern Mongols, only the Khorchin Mongols were closely tied to the Jurchen people through intermarriage and grew increasingly prosperous under their support, with other small tribes following suit.

  The Mongols did not listen to the orders of the Golden Family, but instead stood on the side of the Jurchen people. Lin Dan Khan was very indignant and also very helpless.

  Guihua City, 30,000 Chahar cavalry are ready to depart, quietly waiting for the Khan's return.

  At noon, Lin Danhan came in the snow under the escort of the elite Khan guards.

  "Let's go!"

  The majestic sound of the ox horn rose, and the army set off slowly.

  Lin Dan Han saw this scene, all the unpleasantness was thrown to the back of his mind, and he laughed loudly at Amur behind him: "On this grassland, only bloody knives and swords are guarantees. I have so many Mongolian warriors, one day I will restore the glory of the Golden Family!"

  "Great sweat saint!" Amur bowed slightly on horseback, without showing as much enthusiasm as Lin Danhan.

  Chahar's return to Zhangjiakou had little temporary impact on Zhangjiakou.

  After the change of the self, it has been very deserted here. Fan Yongdou, Di Tang and other Dongjia have all retreated to Xuan Town, leaving only a few partners to guard and maintain the store. The Jurchen people have already withdrawn, and the storm of the Ming Dynasty has just begun.

  The Minister of War, Wang Jia, was dismissed from his post. The Governor of Ji and Liao, Yuan Chonghuan, was imprisoned. The Commander-in-Chief of Datong, Man Gui, died in battle. The Commander-in-Chief of Xuan and Zhen, You Shiwei, was dismissed and exiled to a remote border region. The most pitiful one was the Governor of Xuanfu, Guo Zhizong, who had been in office for less than a year before being stripped of his title and sent home. In short, the Emperor was furious. Now, the gate inspections at the passes leading out of Xuan and Zhen were extremely strict. Once contraband was discovered, one would immediately be thrown into prison. Merchants like them who were slightly careless could get trampled to death without even knowing who had done it.

  After the Jurchen people entered the pass, Fan Yongdou had a premonition of this storm, but he didn't expect it to be so intense. Now it's best to stay at home and not go out, the storm will pass eventually, and the border army still needs to eat.

  Da Sheng Kui Fen Hao

  Di Tang came to visit, he didn't want to see Fan Yongdou, and was too ashamed to face him. Di Zhe had left the year before, causing both the Di and Fan families to lose face in the Shanxi business circle.

  Because of Di Zhe's sake, every time Di Tang sat in front of Fan Yongdou, he felt inferior.

  "Is there still no news about the second young master?" Fan Yongdou asked casually while brewing tea. When he received this news at the beginning of the year, he was very angry, but he hid his anger in his heart. Now that the eight business households have taken over Zhangjiakou's business, they are all in the same boat, and since the Fan family has taken the lead, they must consider the overall situation.

  Di Tang sighed, shook his head slightly and said: "During the Spring Festival, I discussed with my father that our Di family has produced a worthless son, losing face. If Master agrees, our Di family is willing to call off this engagement to avoid delaying Miss."

  Fan Yongdou raised his teacup and paused, saying: "No need to be in such a hurry, let's wait for news from Di Zhe first. Leaving us, he took those people to the grassland with no way out."

  "Everything will be arranged by Brother Fan!"

  Fan Yongdou lowered his voice and said: "I've already passed on the message over there. Once I have any news, I'll let you know!"

  "Thanks, Brother Fan!"

  Fan Yongdou put down his teacup and said seriously, "Now that the Chahar people have returned to Zhangba Grassland, you must guard Jizi Gate tightly. No merchant can set foot in it again, otherwise, our eight families will be in trouble."

  Di Tang nodded repeatedly.

  Dai Shenggui's mansion, Lu Yingxiao rushed to the side house in small steps, pushed open the door and gently shook her head at Fan Yi. Every time Di Tang came over, she would go to gather information and eavesdrop on whether there was any news about Di Zhe.

  "This son of a bitch!" Fan Yi gritted his teeth.

  Fan Yi thought for a moment and asked: "Do you think he might have had an accident on the grasslands and the Jia family didn't tell us?"

  "Miss, no way! The Jia family doesn't dare cheat you now!"

  "You said he's so ugly and has no achievements to his name, I'm not worthy of him, but he actually, actually jilted me!" Fan Yi said, tears streaming down her face again.

  Green Ying panicked and hastily advised: "Miss, don't cry!"