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There is a time when all the bravery in one go is exhausted.

After the first wave of the most violent attack, Khalkha's defenders gradually began to form a formation.They are the descendants of Genghis Khan, the most noble nation on the grassland, and the bravery flowing in their blood was inspired on the bloody battlefield.The crossbowmen who attacked from the mountain weakened their offensive due to lack of arrows, and gradually retreated. The Khalkhas either relied on the terrain and rushed down against the mountain ridge, or hid behind the fortifications and shot cold arrows secretly.Mobei people are wolf-like, and they must not show weakness in a head-to-head battle.

Enhesen is not afraid.He firmly believes that Khalkha's resistance at this time is just the remaining bravery that has returned to the light. If they charge again, the enemy's will will collapse, and just like their camp, they will be destroyed.En Hesen raised the knife and fell, blood spattered, and his head flew up. An enemy general died under En Hesen's knife.

He picked up the head with the tip of the knife, held it high, and shouted: "Brothers! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" As if responding to En Hesen's call, there were orderly and vigorous shouts from all directions.The shout echoed among the continuous mountains, and the earth seemed to be trembling.En Hesen felt that the enemy in front of him seemed to be injected with infinite power suddenly. He felt that his knife became heavy, his horse became dull, and his arms seemed to be unable to lift anymore.The cold murderous aura around him made En Hesen's heart tremble. He turned his head in a daze, but saw the flags all over the sky, amidst the undulating grass, Khalkha's hussars rushed over and surrounded him. The brothers around him did not know when they had died They were killed in pieces, and only a few people remained, just like him, staring back blankly.

Counted...

Enhesen didn't even have time to call for retreat, they had no way to retreat.He didn't even have time to regret it, the situation didn't allow him to regret it at all.There are enemies all around, holding the rein with one hand, raising the knife with the other, and falling.The horse fell, he rolled down, and continued to chop and kill. He didn't know how many people he had killed, and the corpses that fell beside him almost piled up into a mountain, but there were more and more, without end.En Hesen watched Mo Zhigen cover his chest and closed his eyes from a distance, and watched his subordinates exhaust their last strength one by one and die under the enemy's long knife.

The knife was sharp, the blood was dry, and when En Hesen fell on his back, the sky was blue and cloudless.He said silently in his heart: I'm sorry, handsome...

Khalkha won.This is the first big win in months.Although the price is heavy, it is still exciting.The soldiers who left their hometowns sang loudly.Singing about the grassland, singing about the Gobi, singing about the tall camels, and singing about the dotted yurts.The martyrs who died in the battle had already been collected, and the veterans who had been baptized in the bloody battle gathered together in twos and threes, without any scruples, and cut off their own trophies—the heads of the enemy.

Centurion Zhuotu stopped in front of Enhesen's body, raised Enhesen's knife respectfully, and thrust it forcefully into the blood-soaked grass.This is a tribute to heroes on the battlefield, and it is a testimony and monument to En Hesen's bravery.

Zhuotu and his elder brother Tuo Lei rode their horses on the way back to the camp.The people in the brigade have gradually left, and the two of them have been delayed for the round.Tuo Lei suffered a slight injury on his shoulder, and he pulled a rag to bind it up.Zhuotu was holding Enhesen's head in his hand, his angular face was stiff and ferocious because of the hair being pulled.Tuo Lei glanced at the head, with a sad expression on his face. In the past, the corpses sent home by their elder brothers were such headless corpses. Later, they fled Monan and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty until they returned to their homeland.

I don't know how many years the war has been fought, and I don't know how many more years to fight.Perhaps, everything is about to end.

This ambush was played beautifully, and thousands of enemies were wiped out in one battle. For months, the Khalkha army, who had been beaten a little breathlessly by Celing, finally felt proud, and at the cost of hundreds of people's old and weak, defeated Celing. The main force remaining near Hami was almost wiped out.Behind Khalkha, after all, there is the Qing Dynasty and Emperor Kangxi.Zhuotu and Tuo Lei are not simple soldiers. They know that this war is inseparable from the attitude of the Qing Dynasty. With the support of the Qing Dynasty, it is not impossible for the northern and southern Mongolia to swallow Moxi in such a vigorous manner. Thinking of this , Tuo Lei couldn't help but relax, and looked ahead.Hope is always ahead.

On the plateau, the mountains are undulating, and the grasslands are continuous, and you can't see the edge.The sun was setting, rendering a scarlet sky.Zhuotu and Tuo Lei followed the team, bathed in the glow, and sang the songs of their hometown along with the crowd.The west wind swept past, the flags were unfurled, and the sky and the earth were dazzlingly red.

The singing became louder and more cheerful, and the soldiers recovered from the fatigue of the fierce battle and turned into excitement after victory.Zhuotu was also affected by the atmosphere, singing loudly, dangling by the booty strapped to his waist and hanging on the horse, which attracted envious eyes and praise from his companions around him.The grassland is a place where heroes are respected, and the person who kills the most enemies is the most worthy of admiration.

After turning over the hill ahead, we arrived at the camp.Ava was there waiting for them.Zhuotu couldn't wait to tell his aloof father, Ava, that your youngest son has also become a hero on the battlefield!

Curly blue smoke rises from behind the mountain, it is probably cooking smoke.Torrey felt empty and hungry.He reached out to get Zhuotu's wine bag hanging on the saddle, Zhuotu smiled and handed it to him, Tuolei raised his head and took a few sips, then threw it to Zhuotu.The stomach is warmer, but it seems to be more hungry.

"Drive!" Tuo Lei flicked his horsewhip, jumped out of the boss, turned around and laughed at Zhuo Tu: "Hurry up! Slow down, like a big girl!"

Zhuotu also smiled and chased after them. The two walked through the crowd and gradually reached the front of the team.The people around looked at them, cheering and shouting, while watching the excitement.Zhuo Tu gradually caught up, and when Tuo Lei passed by, he pointed his horsewhip at the top of the mountain and said, "Brother, let's compete, whoever will arrive first!"

Tuo Lei indulged and said: "Okay!" He also immediately urged the horse forward, chasing after the younger brother who let the horse run happily in front.

Zhuotu clamped his horse's belly tightly, and let the human head tied around his waist sway wildly. He rushed up to the top of the mountain: "I'll..."

Stopped abruptly.

The smell of burning, the flames soaring into the sky, and a few miles around, a piece of scorched earth.Zhuotu tightened the reins, and was stunned for a moment. He didn't wait for his brother who was catching up, whipped his horsewhip, and rushed down the hillside eagerly.He was stunned by everything in front of him, and the singing voice behind him, at some point, became hoarse as if it had been cut off.The horse's hooves stepped on the ground, quickly lifted up as if they were being burned, and rushed towards the center of the ruins.

That was their camp, and the tallest yurt in the middle was my father's tent. The scorched felts helplessly tore the bones of the yurt in the westerly wind, and scattered charred corpses were lying around the camp.The mouth opened helplessly, the canthus of the eyes were about to split, the blood in the whole body was boiling, and tears gushed out from the eyes that could not be closed.As if venting his anger, Zhuotu frantically tore off Enhesen's head from his waist and threw it on the ground, because he saw his father's head hanging on a broken banner.

"Ah!" With a long cry, Zhuo Tu fell off his horse, and ran towards his old father's body that smelled of burnt.That thick palm could no longer pat Zhengchen for him, and that solid arm could no longer give him an encouraging hug.Zhuo Tu lay on his father's headless body and wailed, tearing his hair and crying like a child who hadn't grown up.

Tuo Lei's horse stopped in front of Zhuo Tu.He ordered in a hoarse voice suppressing his emotions: "Get on the horse! Watch out for the enemy's ambush!"

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"Commander! Why don't you ambush here?" Zhe Heli caught up with Celing on horseback, and asked angrily, "If you don't wipe out the enemy here and take advantage of the victory, when will you wait? Doesn't the commander know that this is a sacrifice?" Enhesen and half of our troops in exchange!"

The young marshal did not speak, his face was gloomy, and his stern eyes made Zhe Heli feel cold.But thinking of his brother's tragic death, Zhe Heli couldn't help being really angry: "Celing! Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are the younger brother of the Great Khan." Daqing is a running dog slave, so you can't wait to lick Kangxi's shoes!"

Ce Ling raised his hand and lowered the whip, and the whip rolled away Zhe Heli's knife, and the whip slapped Zhe Heli's face unceremoniously.Zhe Heli was taken aback for a moment, glared at Cering angrily, and said nothing.Celing sneered, and said, "If elder brother wants to be Da Qing's dog, he doesn't have to wait until today. Do you want to court death for committing the following crimes?"

Zhe Heli knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he still couldn't help but covered his face and said indignantly, "Then why are you being soft on the enemy? You finally robbed the camp and killed the old Modu thief. Now is the time to take advantage of the situation and attack."

Celing turned his horse's head with some disdain, and didn't make things difficult for Zhe Heli any more, and said, "Go and count the number of people." After speaking, he rode his horse forward.

Celing was thinking about his future plans.He originally only had 3000 troops left in his hands, but now he has lost more than [-] of En Hesen's men, leaving less than [-].Although he is an elite, he can no longer withstand a defeat.His team is the gray wolf on the grassland. As long as this team is still there, Junggar will still be there, and Erut will still be there.So he can't take the risk, if he fights with two thousand against ten thousand, even if it's an ambush, he has no certainty of victory.If you win, you can only run away.If it wasn't for Da Khan's entanglement in everything, he would have rushed back earlier, and Enhe Sen wouldn't have died. Although they have avenged their revenge, they still can't come back.

Celing didn't blame Zhe Heli.Zheheli and Enhesen are as close as brothers, and being rude to him is also caused by grief in his heart.Celing was also sad, but it didn't show on his face.What he has in his hands is an iron army, and what this iron army needs is a general who is as steel as steel.

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When Sebu and his party arrived in Ningxia, they received news from Moxi.Khalkha's commander, Zasak Modu, set up an ambush in Hami and wiped out most of Cering's main force, but Cering did his best to restrain most of Modu's troops with Enhesen's troops, who were surrounded by the enemy. With the remaining 2000 people, they raided Modu's camp and killed Modu.As a result, the two parties formed a feud, and Khalkha vowed not to give up, and would not give up until Cewang Allah Butan handed over Celing.Ce Wang took advantage of the battlefield and did not let go. The two sides fought while talking, and the situation deteriorated sharply.

"If Hadun can persuade Celing to support our coup, the situation will be much more optimistic." Rong Bao analyzed.

"You don't know my son," Anu smiled bitterly, "If he can be persuaded, there is no need to be so embarrassed. Eighth Prince has already considered it when he made the plan. As long as he can use the military power of other generals Accept them all, Cering will never fight with his own family. Although he is cruel, he will never kill each other, otherwise Arabutan will not get his support."

"Celing is also your son. He has been gone since he was a child, Sengge Khan. Why didn't he support his brother of the same mother, instead he fought for Arabtan?" Chang He asked with a frown.

Sebu didn't shy away from it: "Celing is considered an elder brother, who is more capable than me. Why bother to support me? I just want to be a great sweat, and I don't have as many backers as Arabatan behind me. The Mongolian royal struggle is no better than yours in the Qing Dynasty. There is no such thing as Zhongping, and brothers are always fighting each other, so there is no family affection."

Rong Bao remembered that Yinhu was devoted to protecting the crown prince, and he couldn't help thinking that it would be great if Sebu could instill this idea into Yinhu's mind, and said straightly: "Then Celing is probably like our master, who wholeheartedly protects the elder brother? "

Sebu sighed: "Yinhu is so kind." After sighing, he said: "The situation of the war is actually in our favor. Although Celing made great contributions to stopping Khalkha, the sacrifice was too great. We There are many anti-war people in the upper class of Junggar. Years of war have exhausted the people long ago. Cering killed so many people all of a sudden. It is inevitable that people's hearts will fluctuate. However, most of the military power is in the hands of people like him, and they would rather die And I don’t want to take a step back, I don’t care about the Qing or Russia, and I only want to fight wars.”

Chang He said: "In any case, we have to repay the master. He should also set off from the capital. In such a situation, although our side is advantageous, we don't know how the master will discuss the law, whether it will be dangerous. "

Anu was not worried: "Your eighth elder brother is an exquisite figure, such a trivial matter, how can it be difficult for him. You don't have to be so anxious."

"That's right," Rong Bao immediately relaxed, and said again, "Tomorrow we will enter the battlefield, and our master has recruited some experts here to protect Hadun and the prince back. Please don't worry, both of you."

But Sebu said: "Where there is no need for expert protection, it is better to assign it to Yinhu. It is important to protect him, and his work is more dangerous."

Rong Bao shook his head with a smile: "Master has his own arrangement, since it's prepared, you two don't have to be polite. It's also the master's kindness."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Chang He to salute, and the two withdrew before holding hands tightly.

"Are you afraid?" Rong Bao asked in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of? Don't worry, everything is up to me." Chang He gently embraced Rong Bao, and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. We, Ba Ye, will be safe."