Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 43 Learn from Zheng Burke and Duan Yuyan

Spring is here, green grass grows in the Yuledus grassland, and the air is filled with vitality. Yingsagawa City, the political, military, and economic center of the Huite Department, is immersed in a touch of sadness.

The Great Khan of Oirat, Bai Bagas, issued an order from the King of Khan, asking all the ministries to assemble on the west bank of the Ili River. He wanted to give his cousin Noer Guards Chukur a fatal blow to warn those who dared to underestimate the majesty of the Great Khan. . Dadai Jisultan of the Huit tribe was only a thirteen-year-old boy. He did not have the courage to disobey the Khan's order and ordered his troops to be recruited to the west bank of the Ili River to help in the war. Six thousand Huite warriors were ready to go. The men were about to fight, and the family members were inevitably worried. A long farewell crowd crowded the city gate.

Different from ordinary soldiers equipped with cotton armor and iron armor, Suletan wore a phoenix-winged helmet and chain mail. He held a bright silver gun in his hand and an ancestral "Ilite" sword at his waist. Immediately majestic.

"set off!"

He roared windily, dismounted from the divine horse and galloped out, and six thousand warriors followed his whip forward, galloping as fast as flying. The lineup of the army was very strong. Batu Hetan, Tiemoer, Nasutu, Balsi, Tuoli, Xirimo and others who were veterans of his father's time were all accompanying him. The defense of Yingsagawa City was handed over to his confidants Luobuzang and Narisong.

Almost at the same time that the army set off for the expedition, a secret letter written by the great shaman Dalengtai reached the tent of the ambitious Taiji Noyan Ubas in the northern part of the Yuledus Grassland.

After receiving the letter, Noyan Ubas laughed loudly and sent for his younger brother Buyan Burhan, "Third brother, I just received Dalengtai's secret letter. Our silly nephew is going with six thousand elite soldiers." After arriving on the west bank of the Ili River, there are now only two thousand soldiers and horses in Yingsochuan City, and he actually assigned the task of defending the city to two young boys. Could it be that God is destined to give this city to us? "

"Second brother, there is a great shaman in the city to serve as an internal response. This opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back again." Buyan Burhan was also eager to give it a try.

"Well, I will immediately ask Namuzhan to send troops together." Noyan Ubas made up his mind. He had waited too long for this day.

The appointed day was coming, and the two brothers led four thousand troops to secretly go to Yingsagawa City.

"The entire army was ordered to march day and night, return to the Yingsao River, and lurk outside the Dayuledus River Valley." A few days after the expedition, Sultan suddenly changed the military order.

Six thousand troops lurked during the day and rushed at night, sneaking back to the Great Jules Valley, setting up dragnets outside the valley, and quietly waiting for their prey to fall into the trap.

The warm wind was blowing, and on the nameless peak of the Dayule River Valley, a group of people stood facing the wind. It was Taiji Sultan of the Huit tribe and his henchmen.

"Da Tai Ji, it has been five days. Will the two Tai Ji, Noyan Ubas and Buyan Burhan, come?" Shaobu asked Suletan timidly.

"Haha, they will come. In addition to them, there may be other ghosts and monsters." Suletan glanced at him lightly and said with a smile, "Power is magical. For the sake of glory and wealth, there is always something unsatisfactory. Those who overestimate their abilities cost you your life."

After hearing this, Shaobu felt a chill in his heart. Dadaiji's words seemed to be a reminder to himself, and he hurriedly and respectfully expressed his loyalty, "This slave does not seek glory and wealth in this life, but only wants to be loyal to Dadaiji for the rest of his life."

"Yes." Suletan nodded slightly, and suddenly his expression became solemn.

A large number of cavalry appeared outside the river valley. They were heavy and roaring.

Noyan Ubas and Buyan Burhan did not wait for Namuzhan at the agreed time. In order to prevent being exposed, they directly led their troops into the valley entrance.

Sultan was nervous when he commanded a battle for the first time. He barely suppressed his excitement and looked down the valley. There were four thousand densely packed enemies there.

"Dataiji, the rebels have entered the valley, please give me an order." Veteran General Balsi stepped forward to ask for instructions.

Facing this veteran minister from his father's time, Sultan quickly regained his composure and said calmly: "Since the fish is trapped, let's open the Internet cafe."

Balsi secretly admired Dadaiji for being so calm and calm, treating thousands of troops as if they were nothing. He was really like his father! Little did he know that the young man's palms were already sweating.

Several strong men knocked down the news tree on the top of the mountain, and desolate bugles sounded.

Tiemo'er, Tuoli and Xirimo outside the valley; Batu Hetan, Nasutu, Dash and Alatancang generals in the valley led their troops to fight out. The evil tiger attacks the wolf with great force.

Looking at Su He who stretched his neck and kept looking down the valley, Sultan smiled slightly and said, "You can go down and fight too. Don't guard me, or you will blame me again if you fail to achieve success."

"Yes, Dadaiji", Su He was overjoyed and headed towards the mountain with a big ax in his hand. His name means "axe" in Mongolian. A big ax made him very smooth, killing melons and vegetables as fast as he could. kill.

The sudden attack threw the rebels in the valley into chaos and caused heavy casualties.

"Second brother, follow me out of the valley quickly." Buyan Burhan protected Noyan Ubashi, the spear in his hand flying up and down like a crazy tiger. The two guards frantically charged at the entrance of the valley, only to be greeted by a hail of bullets and arrows. "Bang!"

Buyan Burhan fell heavily from his horse, with an arrow stuck in his neck.

"Third brother!"

Regardless of his sorrow, Noyan Ubas was surrounded by ambushes coming from all directions.

"Abandon your weapons, the situation is over. You all have families, so what's the use of dying?" He sighed and threw down the long knife.

"They are all good men of my Huite tribe. Don't kill them indiscriminately. Send the order, and those who surrender, except the culprits, will be spared death." On the top of the mountain, Sultan issued a military order. Groups of rebels handed over their weapons, and Noyen Ubas, who was tied up with colorful flowers, came to him from left to right.

When he saw this uncle, the young man raised his eyebrows and looked angry, "You are my biological uncle, why did you betray me?"

"There is nothing to say about whether you are a king or a bandit." Noyan Ubashi was adamant.

"Uncle, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?" Suletan suddenly slowed down his tone and asked gently.

Noyan Ubas smiled sadly, "I am a Mongolian noble, please give me a decent way to die."

Mongolian shamanism believes that dying without bleeding and keeping the soul in the blood is the most compassionate way to die. At that time, Bai Bagas Khan once summoned Taiji from Oirat to swear an oath at the Chulgan Conference not to let people of noble blood shed blood.

Of course, this is just talk. How can there be no bloodshed when there are swords and guns on the battlefield? That year, there was a battle between Oirat and Khalkha, and Shuolei Ubash Khuntaiji, a great nobleman of the Heshuite tribe, was stabbed to death by Sainsertenji of the Heshuute tribe. The bloody, soaked Got the shirt.

"Come here and send your uncle on his way in dignity," Sultan gritted his teeth.

"Good nephew! Dadaiji! Hahaha", Noyan Ubas laughed wildly.

Several tough guards wrapped him in felt and placed him on the ground. A column of cavalry lined up and charged towards the felt. The cavalry trampled them, and soon trampled the people wrapped in felt into flesh. The blood did not flow to the ground. This kind of dignified death belonged to the nobility.

Seeing his uncle reduced to a pulp, Sultan's heart turned to stone and he shouted loudly: "Bring him here!"

This time the person escorted up was the great shaman Dalengtai.

"Dalengtai, why did you conspire with Noyan Ubas to betray me?" The young man's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

Dalengtai had no doubt that he would be executed soon. He smiled bitterly, but had nothing to say.

"My father was confused for a moment, please spare his life," Shaobu knelt down and cried.

"Dataiji, this is all my fault. My son didn't know about it," Dalengtai finally spoke.

"Ignorant?" Sultan sneered, "You think I don't know your plan? You defected to Noyan Ubashi yourself, but let your son depend on me. In this way, no matter who wins or loses, your family can prosper forever. decline".

At this time, Dalengtai couldn't bear it anymore and broke out in cold sweat.

"Every mistake is the fault of the slave alone. Da Taiji regards the slave as a butt, but the slave thinks he is smart and has betrayed his grace. He really has no face to live in this world! Please take care and say goodbye." After finishing speaking, Shaobu drew out his sword and was about to kill himself.

"Oh!"

His sword was swung away, and it was the Khan sword "Elite".

Suletan lifted him up and cut off a strand of his hair with his ancestral sword. "The former Shaobu is dead. From now on, I hope to see a loyal Shaobu! I will not kill your father, I will only exile him to The power of the fork is lost. From today on, you are the great shaman of the Huite tribe."

(End of this chapter)