By the Taoer River, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the sun slowly rises in the morning.

The burial ceremony of the fallen soldiers of the Ming army was held here, and with the low sound of trumpets and drums, all the fallen soldiers were buried collectively by military order and buried in this land by mountains and rivers.

A few days later, the Ming army changed their winter clothes and made warm clothes made of the skins and furs of the Mongols.

In winter, the weather is gradually getting colder, the cold armor is easy to make the soldiers cold, and there is a shortage of medicines at the moment, and the logistics of the Ming Dynasty will take at least half a month to arrive.

On the second day of October, the army continued to advance northward, completely taking over the land of the Jerim League.

Hundreds of miles to the west of the Jelimu League is the Khalkha Mongols in Mobei, if they win the battle and drive out the Horqin tribes, wouldn't they give the land to the Mongols in Mobei in vain?

After walking for more than 500 miles all the way, Zhu Cihong did not encounter a single resistance, nor did he encounter harassment by Mongolian cavalry, and Mongolia on the grassland seemed to disappear out of thin air.

The tribes the army passed through were all clean, and there were some remnants of corpses and ashes.

After driving for ten days, he finally encountered a group of Mongolian cavalry of hundreds of people, and as soon as he saw the dragon flag, he ran away directly.

Zhu Cihong knew that this should be Li Shaoyou's handiwork, he suffered such a big loss from the Mongols, this is to take revenge and find a place.

From Li Shaoyou led 5,000 dragon troops to pursue, all the way like a bamboo, the wall riding tactics swept from beginning to end, relying on some captured Mongolian leading party, the nests of several tribes of the Zhelimu League along the way were cleaned up, and some Mongolian cavalry were also incorporated as Mongolian traitors along the way.

Li Shaoyou understood that these Mongolian cavalry were too capable of running, and if there were no professional people to look for them, I was afraid that it would be difficult to catch up.

On the eighth day of October, Li Shaoyou annihilated the 2,000 cavalry of the Manchurian Zhenghongqi on the banks of the Yimin River, and killed the Qing court Zhenghongqiqi, the 30th son of Nurhachi, and the king of Jiezhi County, Lai Mubu, who liked to soak his wife.

Cutting off Lai Mubu's head, Li Shaoyou ordered to continue the pursuit, and the last fish that slipped through the net, the Prince of Tushetu Badali.

On the vast Hulunbuir prairie, on the meadow overgrown with wild flowers and weeds, iron hooves rumble, making a rhythmic dull sound.

Thousands of dragon warriors raised their sabers and rushed to kill the Mongolian cavalry that was running frantically in front of them, and some small tribes on the grassland saw their cold murderous aura spread, and many people changed color, and fear spread in their hearts.

The prince of Tushetu, Badali, ran very hard, running all the way for more than 800 miles, each time he just grabbed some tribes, and the front foot was withdrawn, and the hooves of the Ming cavalry arrived, just like the appointment.

To be able to run to the unexpected Kulun Molian (Hulun Lake) of the Zhelimu League, Badali has already paid the lives of thousands of Mongolian warriors, and the war horses under him have lost their fat.

With the blood of the Golden Family flowing in the veins of Badali, it was difficult for him to accept such a tragic result, especially the traitors who shouted "Ula" in the cavalry of the Ming army, it was too much!

"Open the bow! Stop them! ”

Before the order to fire a salvo could be shouted, Badali only felt another explosion ring in his ears.

At the same time that the Mongolian cavalry took the arrow and pulled the bow and let go, countless lead bullets flew over, and the Mongolian cavalry who followed behind to shoot arrows to cover the cover did not even have time to draw the cavalry bow, they were shot and fell to the ground, and the war horses under them only ran forward desperately, ignoring the owner who had already landed.

On the vast grassland, Li Shaoyou chased and killed for more than 30 miles, and then he raised his hand and led the team to turn back and collect some cattle and sheep that Badali had just robbed.

Somewhere in the grassland, Badali wept, he was defeated, he was so humiliated, after collecting the remnants, his subordinates were only more than a thousand people left, and everyone was wounded, and those Ming troops did not even give a chance to fight head-on.

The eyes of all the Mengqi were full of anger and despair, and their women and children's property were all by the sea, and I am afraid that they had become the spoils of the Ming army at this time.

There are also all the properties looted along the way, all of which were robbed by the Ming army, how can you live this day?

The remnants of the Mongol soldiers got together and had a fierce quarrel, of course, the content of their quarrel was not how to arrange their troops to resist, but where to run?

It was suggested that he defect to the Urat Ministry and borrow troops from them in order to recover property and women.

"Urad is a branch of our Korqin tribe, the same ancestry, I think they will help us!"

"Speaking of the same ancestry, it is better to go to Mobei to join Chechen Khan or Tushetu Khan, the Urad Department has been beaten by the Ming army....."

In the end, everyone's eyes focused on Badali, and I don't know what this Taiji thinks.

Although Badali has the ambition of Lingyun and is unwilling to be lonely, he is somewhat self-aware, the Ming Emperor personally conquered and chased so far, he is definitely not here to travel, this is really going to play with his life!

The two glanced at the thousands of remnants under their command, no matter how confident they were, they would not believe that they could defeat tens of thousands of Ming cavalry with these materials, not to mention that they were not confident that they had been beaten.

The proposal to defect to the Khalkha Mongols in Mobei was quickly overturned by Badali, who initially wanted to defect to the Chechen Khan and Tushetu Khan of the Khalkha Mongols, but the distress letter was sent for nearly half a month, and the other party had no news at all.

I was about to run to the door of the Chechen Khan tribe in Mobei, and none of them said anything, obviously they wanted to watch the play and didn't want to take the initiative to provoke Daming.

What's more, the three tribes of the Khalkha Desert North have been seeking to annex the declining small tribes, they are like jackals on the grassland, if they catch up with themselves, how do you know that they will not be robbed by these repeated villains? I'm afraid that there will be no bones left to be swallowed by then.

Badali's heart was in turmoil, and in such a chaotic situation at the moment, he had no idea at all, and without the protection of the Qing Dynasty, it was like missing the backbone, like a stray dog wandering around.

Seeing that his subordinates were getting more and more noisy, Badali said: "Don't say it, real friends will take the initiative to help us when we are in the most difficult time, it is getting late, we all hurry up and rest, recuperate, and continue to fight wits and courage with the Ming army......"

At night, the half-asleep Badali suddenly felt a cold face, and when he reached out to touch it, it was a cold snowflake, and his heart instantly flooded with ecstasy.

"It's snowing! It's snowing! ”

In the dark camp, some Mongolian soldiers shouted excitedly, this is the first snow since the beginning of winter in the steppe, and the snow means that the Ming army can no longer attack!

However, this excitement only lasted for a moment before it sank suddenly, just like the feeling of not having a girlfriend glad that you were not a cuckold, and suddenly finding out that you really don't have a girlfriend, bitter......

The snow came too late, and at this moment they had nothing left, and the women, children, livestock, and all the belongings had become the spoils of war for the Ming army.

The temperature on the grassland at night was suddenly cold, and the snowflakes were getting heavier and heavier, but this heavy snow was like an icy rain, pouring the hearts of all the remnants of the Mongolian soldiers.

It turned out that he had nothing but cold......