Volume 1 Nightfall Border City Chapter 68 Troops Withdraw

  Che Feng returned to the Tumet people's residence when the sky had already begun to brighten, even an iron man couldn't hold on.

  A dozen cavalrymen rushed into the Han tribe's cavalry camp, and Ulan was just walking out of the camp with Geliertu.

  The car wind loudly shouted.

  Princess Wulan saw Che Feng's anxious appearance and quickly walked over. Before she could ask, Che Feng anxiously said: "The Chahar people are attacking the Han camp, please hurry to rescue!"

  Wulan opened her mouth, but she just licked her lips and didn't say a word.

  Gedai'erduo, who was following behind, obviously didn't hear what Che Feng said and excitedly shouted at him: "Dahan is back! Dahan came back last night!"

  For more than half a year, Orumbu had been hiding in the northern desert to escape the drought. As soon as the Chahar people escaped to the north, they received news that the three khans of the northern desert had abandoned Chahar and Orumbu Khan almost followed the footsteps of the Chahar people back to the south, finally finding the Tumet tribe today.

  Wulan stared at Che Feng and said: "You go to the Khan's tent and report these situations to the Great Khan in detail. Since the Great Khan has returned, he will naturally give the orders!"

  Che Feng was stunned, he was also a Tumet person, and in more than 20 years, he had never seen the Great Khan of Tumet. The Great Khan is the wolf king of the Tumet people, and only with a leader can the wolf pack be strong. Now is the weakest time for the Tumet tribe, and it needs a powerful leader.

  Orumbu Khan returned in the middle of the night and had not yet risen, after waiting for a while, Princess Ulan led Chifeng into Orumbu Khan's tent and introduced him to her brother.

  After Che Feng knelt down and saluted, he raised his head and took a glance at Ewenke Khan. He was sweating profusely, his face pale, and his body thin, looking more like a scholar from the Han people rather than a Mongolian warrior.

  "Ah, these years, we Tumote people have suffered!" he said in a soft voice.

  Che Fengxin worried about the Han camp, without time to sigh about the past, and briefly introduced the situation of Chahar people's westward escape, the sneak attack at Junzi Crossing, and the current siege of the Han camp.

  Ombu Khan listened carefully, his eyebrows slightly raised, and looked at Princess Ulan standing beside him.

  Wulan nodded slightly.

  "Is Di Zhe the Han person I met at first?"

  "It's all thanks to him that we Tumet people have been able to survive under the oppression of the Chahar people over the past year or so. Even those Han bandits who had always bullied us Tumet people were eliminated by him." Ulan seized the opportunity to praise Zhenzhi's merits.

  Ombokhan smiled slightly and said, "You really didn't misjudge him. I still remember that at the beginning, I promised him that if Tumote regained control of the south of the desert, I would give him Liangcheng and Heling'er's pasture." Then he turned to Che Feng and said, "Wait for a moment, I will immediately gather the cavalry of Tumote, we need such Han friends."

  The horn for gathering the cavalry sounded, a long unheard sound of the Tumet people. The cavalry gathered from all directions. The leaders of the three tribes of Tumet who were resting near the Khan's tent, Tokbokh, Khangai and Khorlokh, were also summoned to attend the meeting at the Khan's tent. They had been accompanying the Great Khan in his wanderings on the steppes and enjoyed the trust of Orumbi.

  Ewumbu had Che Feng brief the commanders in the tent on the situation, then stood up and said: "Those Han people have helped us a lot, we can't just abandon them to die."

  Omu Bu finished speaking, and the three tribal leaders in the account looked at each other, all of them silent.

  Wulan's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she was about to speak.

  Gu Luoke stepped forward and said, "The Chahar people are not easy to deal with, the Tumote Department has only so many strong men left, it's probably not suitable to fight this battle at this time, the Jurchen people are about to arrive, why do we need to take the lead."

  Wulan retorted: "How can you say that? The Tumet herders were able to escape alive from the Hetao region, and those Han people made a great effort."

  "But they are Han people after all!" Guluke didn't give Princess Wulan any face.

  Everyone in the yurt looked at Ermu.

  Kerulen said: "The Han people have indeed helped us a great deal!"

  "Can we fight against Chahar now?" asked Hangao in a counter-questioning tone.

  Ge Di Le Tu was silent and didn't speak.

  Omu Beige looked at the leaders in the account and saw that they were divided into two factions, and asked Tuokebo, who had not spoken all along: "Tuokebo, what do you think?"

  Tokhta Bukha said: "I obey the Khan's command!"

  "What were you thinking!"

  Tuoketuo thought for a moment, looked at the two sides confronting each other in the big account, and said: "From a moral point of view, we should go to rescue the Han people. After all, they helped us Tumote people in times of crisis. However, now we really don't have the strength to confront the Chahar cavalry again! Those young men need training to become qualified warriors."

  These words hit the nail on the head.

  Che Feng let out a heavy hum, and Ou Mu Bu's gaze swept over him.

  Even his most trusted generals opposed the battle, he finally changed his mind and said: "Since everyone has this view, I will follow your opinions. Che Feng also said that the danger of the Han camp is solid, and it is believed that the Chahar people cannot break through."

  His face full of disbelief, this was the decision of Temur Khan. What made him even more incredulous was that the Khan had overturned his own decision from just half a day ago. Having spent several years as a bandit in the forest, the leader's words were law, and clearly this was not a good wolf king.

  Princess Wulan bit her lip and didn't say a word.

  Che Feng let out a quiet sigh and turned away from the crowd in his tent, perhaps he should indeed become a Han person.

  "How dare this person be so presumptuous!" Seeing the car drive away without even greeting him, Gulonger was furious. A mere grassland bandit dared to defy the dignity of the Great Khan like this - had the nomads nowadays forgotten how to show respect to their superiors?

  "Let him go! He is also a Tumet person who has suffered greatly." He felt a little guilty for not saving the Han people and did not want to cause more trouble.

  The order of the Khan was again conveyed and the Tumed cavalry gathered together then dispersed.

  Covered in dust and exhausted, he lay on the grass, now he was powerless, everyone in the fort had to rely on their own strength to save themselves.

  Princess Ulan quietly walked up to him and said: "The Khan's stronghold is built very solidly, it shouldn't be breached by the Chahar people!"

  She also said this to herself, after Orumbay's return, she could no longer disobey her brother's orders. After more than a year of sharing the same joys and sorrows, among the Tumet nomads, she had already gained great prestige; if she were to oppose her brother's first decision, it would not only damage the Khan's authority but also the status of the Tumet royal family.

  The city of Guihua is located in the north, with nearly 100,000 troops rushing about in the wind and dust.

  On the grassland, scouts and cavalrymen of various factions are scattered all over the place, with hunting grounds everywhere.

  Inside the main tent of the Jurchen army's central division.

  Yue Tuo came forward and reported: "Tomorrow we can reach Guihua City!"

  The emperor's face was not pleased, saying: "Lin Danhan should have been gone long ago, and in the past two months, he has not fought a single battle, and has made a big circle on the grassland!" The main force of the Jurchen people came out, as if they were touring the grassland.

  "Never thought the drought on the Mongolian grasslands last year was so severe!"

  Hong Taiji saw through it and said, "Drought is not the key. The Chahar people have been fighting for years, and they are already at their last gasp. They should find an opportunity to rest and recover! But Lin Danhan can't stand the loneliness!"

  Yue Tuo, the vanguard of the left route, asked: "What if the Tumet people occupy Hualiancheng tomorrow?"

  "The Chahar people were driven away by us, and the city of Guihua belongs to the Great Jin. Even if it falls into the hands of the Tumed people, it is we who give it to them!" The words of Huang Taiji were filled with majesty.

  "I understand!"

  "Tomorrow you go to Huizhou first, don't be too close or too hostile to them, and check how many troops Tumu has left?"

  Hong Taiji apparently had not yet figured out how to deal with the Tumet people.

  The Jurchen people are finally going to arrive at Guihua, Amur waited for a day around the Han camp, did not wait for the Tumet cavalry, and waited for this long-awaited news.

  5,000 Chahar cavalry quietly set out again, crossing the Yellow River once more to follow Lindan Khan's footsteps fleeing to the barren lands of Liangzhou.

  On top of the Han Village Mountain, Di Zhe looked at the departing Chahar cavalry and said: "The Jurchen people have come!"

  "What will the real woman do to the Tumet people?" Xiao Zhiyan leaned against the city wall, with a dry grass in his mouth.

  "The strong will only have scruples about the strong, and Tumote is not even counted. Moreover, since the Jurchen people need them to guard the south of the desert, they shouldn't make things difficult for them."

  "What should we do?" Although Xiao Zhi's words were more fluent in battle, he was clearly no match for Di Che when it came to grasping the situation.

  "You stay here, I'm going to meet the Jurchen woman. Meng Kang and I will hide among the Tumed cavalry in the chariot wind to get a glimpse of the new overlord of the grasslands!"

  Di Zhe thought of the fact that more than a decade later, all Han people under heaven were forced by the Jurchen to keep their queues, shaking his head, with his fists clenched tightly in his hands.