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The setting sun is like blood, reflecting a battlefield.

On this plain, tens of thousands of cavalry charges have just erupted. Human corpses and horses fell to the ground, and occasionally, half-broken wooden spears and feather arrows were stuck on the ground.

The cavalry belonging to Batu Khan is sweeping the battlefield and making up for the severely injured enemy. This is the power that only the victor has.

——After experiencing several trials of Rangers, in the daytime today, Timur under Batu Khan finally grabbed Battelle’s main force and fought a fierce battle!

Although only a small victory was achieved, in this case, the overall situation was determined.

After all, Batu has been recognized by most of the nobles of the Uyan tribe, and Batt has only one supporter of Wanqi and few.

In other words, Batu can fail several times and still has the capital to make a comeback, but Battelle lost this time and was a complete failure.

Therefore, he could only flee towards Xicang with the remaining thousands of defeated soldiers.

...

"Why... why is it like this?"

In the camp, the original heir of the Uyan tribe, Prince Mongo, looked pale, still a little unbelievable.

Just one month ago, he was still the proud son of heaven on the grassland. Wherever he went, the head of the nearby tribe would kneel before him with the most respect and offer him the best things.

But all this, after that night, was suddenly changed!

His uncle Batu, the humble North Sea shepherd, came back to take the position of Khan, and even most of his father's commanders surrendered to him!

In fact, in the eyes of the prairie people, surrendering to the victor is inherently justified.

On the contrary, diehards like Battelle, who are loyal to the old master, are unusual.

But after today, everything is over.

"Mongo!"

Batel opened the tent, smelled a smell of wine, and frowned: "As a descendant of the golden blood, after many warriors fight for you, you will only hide in the tent like a cowardly lamb? ?"

"Master Battelle, I don’t want to... If we can win once today, perhaps relying on the traditional righteousness, we can win some support, and the battle will continue. Although it is difficult, as long as we win a few more times, we still There is a chance!" There is a trace of blood red in Menggo's eyes: "But we lost, we lost everything... I absolutely believe in your loyalty, but among your men, maybe they want to cut us off. A first-level person to flatter!"

"..." Battelle was silent for a while.

I have to say that the children on the prairie are very precocious. Although this Prince Mongo has no military talents, he still has political acumen.

If he grows up with this quality, he may not be unable to become the leader of the Uyan tribe in the future.

But all this came to an abrupt end under Batu's rebellion.

Looking at the decadent Mongo, Battelle thought for a while, and said the only good news: "However, there is a bit of news. She fled all the way north, and was finally rescued by our Qing ally. Escorted back..."

"Qingguo ally, escape north..."

Hearing the news from his sister, Meng Ge finally got a little bit of energy, and immediately he smiled bitterly: "To be honest...I really hope that Qi Muge will just escape to the north and live in seclusion. After all, our current situation, but nothing at all Not good! But since I'm here, I still need to see, let them in!"

"brother……"

It didn't take long for Princess Qimuge, who was obviously much thinner, with red eyes, and flew into Prince Mongo's arms.

Sun Yong stared at Duan Yu and Qin Feiyu with a strange expression.

"Duan Yinzhang...it's no wonder that you rejected my proposal at the beginning. It turns out that you are an official of the Qing Dynasty!" At this time, Sun Yong said in a low voice: "It's a pity that you were so caught up in the body It's scrapped..."

In the words, there were some regrets and some arrogance.

"Thank you, it's just that Master Sun, as a prince instructor, don't know how you plan to mix on the grassland in the future?"

Duan Yu stabs back with a smile, and immediately makes Sun Yong choke, unable to say anything.

Although he has no real power as a prince, all parties in the Uyen Tribe had to sell their faces before, and this confirmed the label of Sukhbaru as a party.

When Batu comes to power now, he is a southerner, and he doesn't have any power in his hands. He may not even want to seek refuge, and his position is indeed very awkward.

Even in his heart, he had secretly planned to sweep some property and left.

As for launching a rebellion, the idea of ​​cutting off the heads of Battelle and Mongo to dedicate his loyalty was all turned in his head. However, there is really no capital, even the mutiny cannot be launched, and Batt must have his head cut off even when he does it. Can only give up.

"Well, thank you both for sending my sister back! I will give you some rewards that satisfy you!"

At this time, Meng Ge returned to his senses, and after comforting his sister, he said to Duan Yu in a calm manner-this attitude, if you don’t know, would definitely think that he was the prince of Wuyan before. It's not a bereaved dog.

"Please forgive me for being blunt, gold and other rewards are meaningless to me, and... Your Royal Highness the Prince, your future is really worrying!"

Duan Yu smiled and said in a loud tone.

Hearing this, Mongo's eyes darkened, and Battelle's face was a little more murderous.

"As far as I know... Prince, you just lost a key battle. How many people do you still have? Five thousand? Three thousand?" Duan Yu pretended to be ignorant and still talked: "Even if there is Bartel. Waiting for the fierce commander, I am afraid that it will not be able to return to the sky. Next, are you going to go all the way west and quietly accumulate strength in the north of Xirong?"

The Western Rong countries occupies the west of the Qing Dynasty, a small country with few people, but extremely rich products.

Especially when the Huren on the grasslands became stronger, they regarded the Western Rong countries as money bags and wanton pastures.

The Wuyan family alone must blackmail a large amount of gold, BMW, silk, and slaves from the Xirong countries every year!

Of course, after the formation of this suzerainty-affiliation relationship, the Wuyan fighters also became the guardians of the Western Rong kingdoms, like wolves guarding their own sheep, and other grassland tribes were not allowed to be presumptuous.

It can be said that the prosperous Xirong countries, especially those close to the north, are the prohibitions of the Wuyan tribe.

Battelle's plan afterwards was to move westward and extort the manpower and material resources of the West Rong countries. If longevity takes care of him, he might be able to fight again with the whole army and have a chance to make a comeback.

"Just don't forget, Your Highness, the Western Rong kingdoms are surrendered to the Wuyan Tribe with a hundred thousand cavalry, not just a few thousand remnants of you!"

Duan Yu smiled: "What's more, would that Batu Khan sit back and watch you grow? Just watching him send Timur to follow you like a hunting dog, you will understand that even if you move westward, he will only bite. Behind you, when you enter Xirong, he will also enter Xirong. He will not give you the slightest chance to recover! But Batu Khan is sitting in the rear, and he can naturally reorganize the army calmly. When the time comes, he will fight hard. Who can win?"

Meng Ge's face was stagnant, and the gold wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

Battelle clenched his fists.

In fact, they all vaguely thought of this terrible possibility, but no one wanted to mention it.

Duan Yu had to face the **** scar at this time.

"I heard... there are always some smart people among the southerners who can give pointers!" Mongo was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked in a dry voice: "You said this, definitely not wanting to be killed here by Battelle. What is it for?"

"It's just a suggestion!" Duan Yu said calmly: "I also pointed out a way to survive for His Highness!"

"Oh? Then I have to listen carefully." Menggo smiled carelessly, but his hands trembled.

"Have your Highness ever considered attaching it?"

"Enclosed?" Meng Ge was confused on his face, and immediately after hearing a few explanations from Sun Yong, he was furious: "You mean... let the descendants of the golden blood, the heirs of the Khan, the eagles on the grassland, The noble prince... to go to the southern country's Qing Dynasty?"

In fact, with the prairie people's characteristics of attaching themselves to the strong, it is not an example of small tribes turning to Qing.

But Mongo is obviously different. He is a great golden heir, and even the heir to the Khan, who has the righteous name to become the lord of the steppe!

Upon hearing this proposal, even Battelle couldn't help but glared.

"If your Royal Highness wants to be vigorous, you can go to the West to search for strength and fight Batu Khan!" Duan Yuyun didn't realize it: "But if your Royal Highness wants stability, and even counterattack in the future, at this time Nangui internal attachment is the most A good choice! When the time comes, the monarch will gladly accept you, and even call you a khan!"

Even if it is just for fēnliè consideration ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ as long as the Qing Dynasty monarch is not stupid, he will definitely accept this proposal.

After all, Batu Khan looked like an iron North Yan faction, at least before Bei Yan sent troops to occupy the prairie.

The enemy of this enemy is a friend.

Even if Beiyan and Batu Khan turn their faces in the future, and Qingguo will join forces with the Uyan Tribe again, this nail must be kept in hand. After all, politics is intrigue, and there is always nothing wrong with keeping a hole card.

As far as Meng Ge is concerned, this at least guarantees a retreat. Even if the grassland suffers a big defeat, he can also retreat to Kangbei Chengguan to recuperate. Maybe you can get the help of Qing Dynasty to really control the Western Rong countries, and then compete with Batu Khan!

After thinking about it, Mongo was a little silent and waved his hand: "You go down first..."

Duan Yu could see that this person was obviously tempted, and could not help smiling back.

If it can be said that Prince Mongo celebrates, how can it be a great achievement? At least if you go back with this merit, you will not worry about becoming a scapegoat, maybe even the problem of Qin Feiyu can be solved. 15