Volume 1 Nightfall City Chapter 71 Fire Burning

  Temur Khan's royal tent.

  "Are you really unwilling?" Ombu's face was puzzled, this was an answer he had not expected. Yue Tuo was young and promising, in charge of the Manchu Ministry of War, deeply trusted by Huang Taiji, with the status of the Tumed people today, where else could they find such a suitable marriage partner?

  "I don't want to!" Ulan's head hung low, her words calm. For some reason, she felt a little flustered in her heart, and the image of that Han man kept flashing through her mind.

  "Princess, we can't afford to offend the Jurchen people now!" Gu Luoke exclaimed anxiously beside her.

  "Shut up, who are you? You dare to interfere in the family affairs of Temujin Khan, and you're busy running around for the Jurchen people, with what intention?" Ulan's eyebrows were upside down, scolding loudly.

  She is now in a position of power in Tumurt, which is worlds apart from her situation a year ago. A year ago, she relied on her identity as Hanmei's sister, but now she relies on her own prestige. The most difficult time for the people of Tumurt was when she was protecting everyone.

  "If we marry the Jurchen, our Tumet people will have a different status on the grasslands!" There was a hint of pleading in Ombu's words, he really couldn't bear to force his own sister.

  "I said I won't marry, and I won't. Not to mention Y?t?Belle already has a great wife, brother, do you want Tumet to become Khorchin? The Jurchen people drove away Chahar, but it's just driving out the wolf in front of the door and letting the tiger in from behind. If we want to ensure Tumet's independence, only the Great Ming can be relied upon!" Ulan's face turned red, her voice a little high.

  "Don't spout nonsense!" Omu Bu hastily interrupted, "If the Jurchen people hear these words, disaster will befall us!"

  Wulan pouted and didn't say anything else.

  Ou Mu Bu let out a sigh and said to Gu Lu Ke who was standing by: "Reply to the Jurchen people according to the princess's intention!"

  Guruk stood still, without moving his feet, this was a difficult response, and also a dangerous one.

  "Just say I'm already married!" Ulan's face turned red, her voice soft and gentle.

  The owl stares at the wooden chicken.

  The city of Guihua was bustling and chaotic, the Jurchen army packed up their belongings and prepared to return to Liaodong. This battle had been fought on the grasslands for several months, but they hadn't gained any spoils of war, and the officers and soldiers were not excited.

  The news that Yue Tuo was to marry a princess of the Tartars had already spread among the upper classes of the Jurchen people, and several generals who were friends with Yue Tuo came to his residence to congratulate him. However, as the person involved, Yue Tuo did not seem particularly happy. No one would have thought that this matter still had a twist, from any angle, such a marriage was a perfect ending for both parties.

  Gu Lüke dragged himself into Guihua City with slow legs, his mind a mess.

  He wandered around the entrance of Huang Taiji's bedroom, not daring to go in and respond for half a day. The soldiers leading horses passed by him one after another from morning till almost noon, but he still couldn't find suitable words to muster up his courage to enter Huang Taiji's residence.

  Ho?oi Beile Jirgalang came to the residence of Huang Taiji in the early morning to report on military affairs and saw Gulu. When he was about to leave, he still saw him lingering around, so he summoned him over and asked: "Tumet person, what's your business?"

  Gurukbe hurried over to pay his respects and reported, "Yesterday, Tiancong Khan entrusted someone to have me propose a marriage between Tumuertu Princess and Yotobai Beile, but the princess already has an engagement! I don't know how to respond to Tiancong Khan."

  Jierhalang was taken aback and said, "You come with me to report this matter to the Khan!" This is not a private matter, but also related to the strategy of the Great Jin in the southern grasslands.

  Jirhalang went first, followed closely by Gurgle, and entered the Tumet Khan palace to pay respects to Huang Taiji.

  Hong Taiji stroked his sparse beard and listened quietly to Gu Lu's words, nodding his head and saying: "I understand, you may withdraw!"

  Tian Cong Han did not get angry, Gu Lu Ge did not dare to look up and steal a glance at Huang Taiji's expression, feeling relieved, he bowed his head and retreated.

  After Eculen left, Huang Taiji's face suddenly changed, and he said in a low voice: "Excuses, the Tumet people have big guts."

  Jirhalang nodded and said: "What's the big deal about having a marriage contract? Can't it be dissolved? The Tumet people don't want to get close to us."

  "The Tumet people still can't find their place. None of the Mongolian tribes have a leader with courage and vision, no wonder they've fallen to this state." Huang Taiji suddenly laughed again, saying, "Even if we can't form an alliance, the Tumet tribe doesn't have enough power to cause any trouble anyway, especially since they have no other choice but to be enemies with Chahar."

  "This was a great boon from the Khan to them, but this city of ours I had originally intended to give as a dowry to the Tumet people; now it can't be so cheap for them!"

  Huang Taiji stood up from his seat with his hands behind his back.

  After the Tumet people refused to form an alliance with the Jurchen, the great Jurchen army at Guihua City never summoned a single Tumet person again. Ewenki's heart was filled with anxiety as he waited for the departure of the Jurchen army.

  Mongolia had just suffered a drought, and the Tumet's own grain and livestock were difficult to supply, and the Jurchen army could not stay in Guihua for long.

  Two days later, the Jurchen army departed in phases, with Yue Tuo's unit leaving first and returning to Liaodong. The storm of his marriage to Princess Huadu had passed, and he had never been interested in that woman, but after being rejected, he felt a different taste in his heart.

  The Upper Three Banners and the Blue Banner followed closely behind with various Eastern Mongolian tribes, leaving only the elite troops of Dorgon's two White Banners at the rear.

  The Tumet people watched quietly as the Jurchen army left, waiting for the return of Guihua City.

  The next morning after the Jurchen army left, Dorgon's army moved to the outside of Guihua City and ordered the messenger to summon Orbu Khan and others who were waiting in terror. More than 10,000 cavalrymen gathered in a dense black mass, Dorgon was fully armed and sat upright on his horse, with an air of majesty and a face full of murderous intent.

  The tribal leaders of the Mongolian nobles entered the Jurchen army and stood in front of Dorgon's horse.

  Dorgon's face was stern, he nodded slightly to Ormub, and loudly proclaimed the imperial edict of Huang Taiji: "The Chahar people are lawless, Tiancong Khan has launched a righteous army to punish them, and rescued the Tumet people from the midst of water and fire. Now, the pasture south of the desert that was seized will be returned to the Tumet people. From now on, the Tumet people's nomadic territory cannot extend east beyond Zhangguan, nor can it extend north beyond Daqing Mountain. The tribes are not allowed to move freely again. If this edict is violated, they will be punished."

  The wooden club on his head buzzed loudly, almost bursting with golden stars, and Dolgun's voice in his ear was like thunder.

  At the command of the Jurchen, Tümed people could no longer set foot in Zhangjiakou and Dongkou Market. The pasture was secondary, Zhangjiakou was the port to enter the grassland, which was taken over by the Jurchen. Huang Taiji was more terrible than he imagined, in the heart of the Jurchen, Tümed and those Mongolian tribes who surrendered in Mobei were no longer different.

  Ou Mu Bu raised his head, just about to speak, when he saw a thick smoke billowing from the direction of Gui Hua City, with massive pillars of smoke rising into the air.

  "Rehiko, Rehiko Castle is on fire!"

  Ombu raised his hand and pointed northward, saying to Dolon on horseback: "Return..."

  Dorgon impatiently interrupted him and said: "Did you hear everything I just said?"

  Ou Mu Bu suddenly came to his senses, lowered his head, and his hands trembled slightly.

  Dorgon looked at the people in front of him with a disdainful gaze and said, "We took Guihua City from the Chahar people, Mongolians don't need strong cities, as long as we have the grasslands, that's enough."

  The Tumet crowds of crows and sparrows are silent.

  Dorgon handed over the imperial edict in his hand to Ombu Khan and said, "You Tumet people should know how to thank us!" Then he urged his horse to leave.

  The fire in Guihua City was burning more and more fiercely, from noon to evening the flames could still be seen, Dorgon's cavalry had gone east, but not a single Tumet person dared to put out the fire, watching with their own eyes as the ancestral heart and blood turned into a pile of ruins.

  "Understood? They are no different from the Chahar people!" Ulan let out a sigh.

  Ou Mub held in his hand the imperial edict of Huang Taiji, and heaved a long sigh. Could the prosperous era of Shunzhi still be restored?

  The car's destination, two people whispering in a low voice.

  "Why did Huang Taiji want to burn down the city of Guihua?" Meng Kang couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

  "He is telling the Tumet people to obey and stop reminiscing about their glorious past." Zhai Zhe guessed the thoughts of Huang Taiji.

  Guihua City is the splendor left by Altan Khan to the Tumet people, and it is also the confidence of the Tumet people. This ancient city has been attracting people's attention, and it has always been telling the Tumet people that they are not those small tribes.

  "Even if it's burnt to ashes! Forgetting the past might make life easier for the Tu people!" Chi Feng's reaction surprised Zhai Zhe.

  The Jurchen cavalry disappeared on the horizon of the grassland, and now only the Tumet people are left in the southern Mongolian grasslands. This is their grassland now. But for some reason, the laughter from a few days ago can no longer be heard, and many people have a bitter feeling hidden in their hearts.