On the second day, he got up very early, and as a negotiator on the mercenary side, he finally gave an accurate reply to the envoys of Xihaba, that is, they supported Armageddon and would firmly stand on the side of Xihaba to deal with Fan Yuhai, a foreigner.

Naturally, the envoy left happily and returned to the military camp in Xihaba, where he reported the accurate information he had just received.

In the main tent, Xihabahaha laughed, "Okay, it seems that this Ming loyal and courageous duke knows each other very well, and knows that here we are orthodox, and we are the masters here." ”

"Yes." The envoy stepped forward with a flattering face and said: "Even if it is a loyal and courageous man of the Ming Dynasty, it is only in the Ming Dynasty, for example, here in our nomads, there is not even a city, and they will not pay attention to such a place." Therefore, during the negotiations, they only proposed that once they helped us defeat Fan Yuhai, they hoped that the two sides could not invade each other in the future, and even if they wished, they could also conduct friendly trade. ”

"Hahaha, it seems that this Ming loyal and courageous man is also a person with ideas. He didn't want to waste his energy on us. Well, yes, there is the Ming Dynasty behind him, presumably he should be very interested in that throne, how can he look down on our poor place. I heard that although their things are very good, they are very expensive, and if we need them, we don't have to buy them, we can use them to grab them. As for mutual non-aggression, we will promise them first, and as for whether it will be a permanent non-aggression, it will depend on the changes in the situation before making the final decision. ”

"Oh? I don't know what the general means..."The envoy seemed to understand something, but he seemed to have understood. But at this moment, in order to pat himself on the back, he pretended to ask for advice.

"Things are always changing. If the Ming Dynasty comes to the messenger and is willing to give us more things, then we might as well join forces with them to clean up this loyal man. You know, the Han people have a saying that is very good, there are no eternal friends, and there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, hahaha. Sihaba laughed as if he were enjoying his cleverness.

The envoy on the side said with an exaggerated appearance: "High, really high, the general is young and promising, with your leadership in the future, our Mobei Mongolian tribe will be even more powerful, even if it is not impossible to revive the glory of Genghis Khan." ”

"Haha, hahaha." Xihaba, who was in a good mood, laughed nonstop, and then said as if he remembered something: "If you want to truly unify the Mobei Mongolian tribe, you have to be the identity of the Golden Family, otherwise everyone will not admit it in their hearts." By the way, is there any news about the search for Lord Toya? ”

"Not yet. I'm afraid that even if she finds it, she won't bow to us easily. The messenger shook his head and said.

"Once he defeated Fan Yuhai and blasted away the loyal and courageous prince, he was just a plucked Sude Khan, he could no longer form any threat, that is, whether he could survive this decisive battle, whether he could not die or not, it was a matter of two questions. When the time comes, the county lord of Toya will have no father, and many things will not be up to her, hum! At this moment, Sihaba has gradually revealed his fox tail and revealed his ambitions. Toya was allowed to leave before, but it was not that he was afraid of the other party, but that his strength was not enough. At that time, he turned his face, and some people would inevitably think that he was too domineering and would not join forces with him. But once he defeated Fan Yuhai, he grasped the general trend, and he didn't have to worry so much when he started doing some things. "In this way, you are sending some men, and you must find the place where the county lord of Toya is."

"Yes, General, my subordinates understand." The messenger nodded and quickly left.

There was no one else in the big tent, and Xihaba's face showed a gloomy color, "Loyal and courageous, loyal and courageous, you are just like this, you are willing to send troops to help me so easily." This is both the advantage of your Han people and your disadvantage, then this time I will teach you how to be a person, hahaha. ”

No wonder Xihaba is so excited, the Han people belong to those who have a big heart in the eyes of them Mongols. Especially those who have the ability to become kings and emperors, even more so, their Han Confucianism pays attention to the world, embraces all rivers, and helps the world. What they prefer to do is to send charcoal in the snow, and it seems that only by doing so can they show their wisdom and greatness.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage. Just like the Mongols in the past, they often asked the Han people for help when they were weak, and they only needed to pretend to be pitiful and say a few words of flattery and worship, and they could often get a lot of assistance. And once one day, after they become strong, it will be the time for the soldiers to point to the big man.

Victory is a good thing, but even if it is defeat, it is nothing. The big deal is to bow your head and admit your mistakes, anyway, that's what their ancestors did, and it's not a shame. Obviously, this loyal man is also such an image in the heart of Sihaba. As for whether Yang Chendong will play any routines, Xihaba doesn't think about it, and the promise of the Han people can still be very reassuring. Presumably, this loyal and courageous man is a person with big intentions, so he should not speak and count.

Of course, Yang Chendong doesn't know how to speak, and even if he promised that Xihaba would send troops, he would definitely send troops. It's just that what kind of soldiers are sent and how much force they exert is another way to say. Is Yang Chendong Han? The answer, of course, is yes.

But unlike most leaders in the Han people, he still has a dark side, a cunning side, and even a dark side in his heart. History has already told him how much he has suffered in dealing with Gentiles.

As a person from the next generation, Yang Chendong will never follow some of the old paths of his ancestors, and after some of them are made, he will regret them for the rest of his life, or even the old path of killing his children and grandchildren. All he wants to do is what is beneficial to himself, and as for whether it will attract the anger of others, then he doesn't care so much.

Regardless of the flood after his death, what he wants to do now is to lay a solid and unshakable foundation for all the Han people in the world. As for future generations, if they don't learn and lose this inheritance, that's not something he can manage, he just needs to do his best. At least the bigger the foundation, the slower the speed of the loser, at least, the former Han people have walked to the top of this world, he is not a trip to the world.

With each other's intentions, the fragile alliance was formed, and the next day awaited the final showdown. Four days later, under the deliberate pressure of Xihaba, two miles west of the Yuma River, in front of the steppe land of Bars and Tan, which was built at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, his 35,000 horsemen matched Fan Yuhai's 40,000 horsemen.

The sun was shining high, shining on every cavalryman, and there was a very hot feeling. But the warriors of the army of more than 70,000 were unheard. At this moment, both sides were staring at each other tightly, their bows and crossbows were out, their sabers were in their hands, and they looked like they could make a final impact at any time.

Fan Yuhai rode on top of the war horse, and he squinted at the fierce Xihaba in armor. For some reason, he had a very bad feeling. It is said that his cavalry is more than the opponent's 5,000, and his self-confidence should be more in himself. But now looking at the opposite camp, Sihaba's face was clearly calm.

This is not the kind of pretended self-confidence, but real self-confidence, just by virtue of this, what should the other party rely on.

"Could it be that he has invited some Mongolian tribe to help him?" Fan Yuhai thought so in his heart, but quickly shook his head, he didn't think that when the victory or defeat was not decided, any tribe would be stupid enough to intervene now.

After all, it should be the work of the wise and the wise to preserve their strength and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

If that's not the reason, what is the reason? Was Sihaba stupid enough to think that his 35,000 cavalry could defeat his 40,000 army?

I can't figure it out, this makes Fan Yuhai very annoyed in his heart, he doesn't like this feeling, and even regrets a little that he wants to catch Sude Khan and coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes.

originally thought that this was an opportunity for him to control the Mobei Mongolian tribes, but who would have thought that first Su De pretended to take medicine and deceived himself, and then Toya learned the truth and gave the person who escaped, and finally jumped out of the person who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and was still very difficult. This person is like a cockroach, his vitality is extremely tenacious, and he likes to fight and rush, so that many of his schemes are in the face of absolute strength, and cannot be used.

Everything was so unsatisfactory that it finally came to the moment of decisive battle with Sihaba. This made Fan Yuhai feel uncomfortable and very annoyed.

Fan Yuhai is better at using tactics, studying people's hearts, hiding behind the scenes and playing tricks, watching others fight and kill in front. But now, he was forced to the front line, or on the battlefield of a decisive battle, which is not what he is good at.

Fortunately, Fan Yuhai still has hole cards available, such as the Sud Khan in his hand. This hostage is only useful on the battlefield of Mobei Mongolia, and now that the Armageddon is about to come, it is time to push him out.

"Someone, please Khan." Fan Yuhai's voice came out of his mouth clearly.

"Yes." After the general Zhang Meng agreed, he turned away, and after a while, Su De rode to the battlefield under the watchful eyes of a crowd.

Su De's gunshot wound had already healed, after all, there was no real injury, and the bullet did not hit his body, if it weren't for Fan Yuhai's use of means, he would have even stood up to lead the entire tribe, looking for an opportunity.