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Think about it.

Guiying just discovered a very real problem.

That is, if the Great Khan really can't survive, Tumed, who was beaten by them, must counterattack frantically.

Not to mention that one's own side will withdraw from the newly occupied land, and even one's original territory will be affected.

Cha Han is not monolithic, and there will be no pressure from the profuse sweat. Will the leaders of big and small tribes obey the orders of that brat Ezhe?

The answer must be no.

Just like this, Cha Han is already at an absolute disadvantage. If Daming makes another move and quietly gives them some support behind the scenes, then the internal and external environment will be so complicated, will they really be able to resist?

If this is the case, it seems necessary to agree to Emperor Chongzhen's conditions.

But even if he agreed, would Da Khan agree?

But do I still have a choice?

Guiying just felt that her brain had never been so easy to use, and she even thoroughly analyzed the pros and cons of the matter in just a quarter of an hour.Let alone whether to die or not, Da Ming really gave them the most difficult choice at the best time.

It seems that it is only the life and death of an individual, but it is actually related to the survival of the entire tribe.

Can Guiying really call the shots?

"Have you figured it out?" He didn't wait long this time, and Cao Wenzhao appeared in front of him as promised a quarter of an hour later.

"I hope Dahan can live, but this matter is definitely not something I can decide. Cao Zongbing, you come with me, no matter whether you agree or not, please give Dahan the hope of living again."

"What am I going to do?"

"Aren't you a doctor? Can't you save Da Khan?"

"I'm not a doctor, so I can't just shout!"

"Cao Zongbing, brother really didn't joke with you."

"Haha, don't worry. Although I am not a doctor, the medicine given by His Majesty will definitely have an immediate effect. I will send someone to accompany you, no matter who goes, as long as it can cure your sweating?"

"Is what you said true?"

"Guiyingcha, can I fucking lie to you?"

"Can it really save my Da Khan?"

"can!"

"Can I go back now?"

"can!"

"Where are your people?"

"Who do you think is more suitable? Can he do it?" Cao Wenzhao pointed to the soldiers standing guard at the door.

Guiying just followed his fingers and looked at the black line at the end.

Do you want to be so casual?

Just pointing at someone can cure the disease of profuse sweating?What are you talking about?

"What? You don't believe it?"

"Do you think I can believe it?"

"It's okay, no matter who goes, the medicine for the treatment is the same."

"Really?"

"Really! When do you plan to leave? I'll arrange it for you."

"Now! When I came here, I ran for two days and two nights. I have to rush back day and night, or I will sweat profusely..."

"That's fine. I'll send two people there. If your Dahan is still alive, our people will tell him the conditions. It will be up to him to choose whether to live or die. What do you think?"

"Very good."

"That's fine, I'll order people to prepare horses to go with you."

"Very good!!!"

The two had a short-term agreement, although it may not necessarily determine the future, but at least they have now reached a consensus.

After Cao Wenzhao's arrangement, Guiying set up more than 30 horses when he went back this time.

In addition to him and the accompanying soldiers, Cao Wenzhao arranged for two more people to accompany him.

These two people, no matter in terms of appearance or temperament, did not have the slightest aura of a doctor. If they really looked like two soldiers who had experienced many battles.

"Brothers, have you ever been cured?" Before leaving, Guiying couldn't help asking.

"cured."

"Whoo~ that's fine."

Guiying just breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she has been cured, it shows that she still has a little bit of experience.

"I once captured a prisoner with a broken arm, sores, and howling every day. I killed him, and he stopped shouting. Is this a cure?"

.......

Count your mother. .

Guiying just stepped on the horse honestly, and led a few people to run towards the way they came with all their strength.

"Uncle, there won't be any danger when Ahu and Alin go, right?"

Outside the Great Wall, Cao Bianjiao asked worriedly as he looked at the backs of the group going away.

"The danger is certain. But as long as Huduntu wants to live, he won't embarrass them. Besides, I don't feel relieved to hand over such tasks to others. Even if they die, they will not die in vain. His Majesty will avenge them of."

"Ugh."

Cao Bianjiao sighed.

"I hope Huduntu is more aware of current affairs. With our current strength, these cavalry who once ruled the world have long been obsolete. It's just that they don't realize it yet."

"Becoming a Jiao, don't talk too much. If it's not Your Majesty, you and I are weak and have room to play? If it weren't for Your Majesty, how would you know that there are so many sharp firearms in this world? So, a person's Vision is very important, you must always remember who you are serving and who you are loyal to, so that you can know who to work for.

Don't think you are great, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, how many shots can you withstand in front of the Chongzhen style? "

"That's what my uncle taught me."

Cao Bianjiao bowed and said. "Will those Mongolian Tartars really submit to Ming Dynasty?"

"Who knows? Who cares? Anyway, let's listen to His Majesty. If His Majesty tells us to fight, we will fight, and if His Majesty tells us to stop, we will stop. Now that the court has money, food and people, who are we afraid of?"

Cao Wenzhao curled his lips, his words were full of disdain for the Mongols.

In his world, even without all kinds of firearms, the Mongols and Jiannu outside the customs are not within the scope of his fear.

He is a player who can take the lead in the battle with his horse in his arms, and Wu Yong is synonymous with him.

As long as he and the people below are fed, how can these Mongolian Tartars get into his eyes?

But sometimes, he has to admit that the world has changed inadvertently,

Daming invented all kinds of sharp firearms, including long spears, short spears, cannons, and mines. When all kinds of novelty appeared, the arrogant and domineering Mongolian cavalry outside the customs began to become weak.

They rode horses, held sabers, yelled frantically, and fell under the bullets fired by the musketeers.

All that was left was blood and fleeing horses.

Times have changed.

Cao Wenzhao silently said a recent buzzword in his heart, turned around and walked back to the pass.

Guiyingcha, on the other hand, was running wildly on the road of being the savior with one heart.

After another two days and two nights, Gui Ying stepped into their camp once again.

Without staying for a moment, he jumped off the exhausted horse and ran towards the sweat tent.

"Let me in, I want to see Da Khan!"

"Yes!"

The heavily guarded sweat tent has already been ordered, as long as Guiying just comes back, it must be unimpeded all the way.

Guiying just passed through the checkpoints and came to Huduntu, took a deep breath, and opened the curtain.