The day before yesterday, the quiver soldiers came to report that the Western Expedition Army had broken through Shukou and looted on the western Sichuan plain. The robbed property was almost equivalent to the sum of the three Yanjing routes. He was even more anxious, hoping that Ta Si could shoulder the full responsibility of command on his shoulders, refused to retreat, captured Xiangyang, and captured Zheng Yunming alive, so as to slightly offset the blame for causing the commander to die.

A doctor in Weiwuer with a white head wrapped around his head behind the screen was sweating profusely, and walked out in a panic expression, whispering: "I'm really taking this prince away. Please ask the two generals to come in and see him for the last time."

Tasi was shocked, reached out and pushed away the medical officer, and rushed in in two steps in three steps.

The tent was full of panicked female slaves and medical officers holding various instruments. The curved appearance on the soft couch had lost its human form, with protruding cheekbones and eyes closed, like a camel about to die in the desert.

Tath walked forward, held his hand tightly, and called, "Anda? Anda?"

When they were young, they learned to be sworn in Anda by the Onen River. When they were young, they learned to be sworn in Anda. When they remembered the happy time of a group of Mongolian noble children riding horses and shooting rabbits when they were young, Tasi couldn't help feeling sad.

Qu Chu heard someone called, and opened his eyes with the last little effort, asking, "Has Zheng Yunming caught it?"

"Anda, please rest assured that I will catch this cunning fox for you one day." Taswenyan comforted: "We have been in the south for too long. Let's go back to the grassland together. Where your illness will soon be cured, and we can drink and hunt together again."

The dull and unsightly eyes suddenly showed a little glow, and he murmured: "The green grass, the boundless wilderness, so many cattle and sheep, such good horses, and such beautiful girl, Tasi, look, Father Khan is here to welcome us."

He was talking nonsense, his voice gradually lowered. Tasi knew that it was the hallucination that appeared when the last bit of afterglow in his life shone. He held his right hand that had gradually disappeared and sang in a low voice.

"The sky gave him muscles and bones, the earth mother gave him flesh and blood, Tengger named him, the sweet horse milk wine gave him strength, the child grew up little by little, the grass in summer could not cover his figure, ride on the agile green horse, hold the hardest sheep horn bow, and for the sake of the great khan, there was no time to stop and rest. One year passed, ten years passed, ten years passed, when will you return to the beautiful grassland and when will you wander quietly?"

His sad singing echoed in the Aobao, and the female slaves and the Weiwuer doctors all shed tears, their hands getting colder and colder, and they muttered "Fox, Fox" in their mouths and finally closed their eyes peacefully.

Zhang Rou stopped singing behind the screen and hurried in. Seeing the situation on the couch, she cried out in secretly.

Tath stood up and sternly said to the people: "No word is allowed to be revealed in the tent, otherwise you will not be able to live! Let's go down and rest. After dealing with the king's affairs, I will give you gold rewards."

The servants and the medical officers were secretly happy and afraid, and they all bowed their heads and left the tent. As soon as they left the Aobao, they were escorted by the guards' Qiexue army and moved to another dome.

When Tasi and Zhang Rou were left in the tent, Tasi said in a deep voice with his hands behind his back: "No one in the tent just now can be left behind."

Zhang Rou responded decisively.

"Are there any Han boatman who ferryes the king across the river, the Weiwuer doctor who treats the king, and the Meier slave who serves the king, are all in your control?"

"Everyone sent troops to take care of them." Zhang Rou replied briefly.

"These people must be dealt with, so we must not let Sinan Si people know the news of Qu's death." Tasi sighed and said, "Call in the few people outside the tent. It's time to make a decision."

Several senior generals outside the tent walked into the tent and saw the cold tangled body on the soft couch. A subtle silence fell into the tent. Several people had their own plans, and no one was willing to speak rashly.

The only one who spoke at the end was Tasi. He whispered: "Now the general commander has died of illness. The Xiangyang City of Sinan people cannot be captured for a long time. The food plundered from the wild will be eaten up soon. You can't stay in the south anymore. What about the camp and return to the north tomorrow?"

Zhang Rou stood up and spoke, "Today, the King of Qu came to death. Xiangyang was not allowed, and there were no rich captures. Don't say that the soldiers below complained, how to face the Khan after he arrived in Helin? It would be better to motivate the soldiers and fight for another ten days to break Xiangyang, and meet the Khan with Zheng Yunming with Xiangyang's property. Perhaps he could be forgiven by the Khan."

Tasi looked around everyone, and Hu Duhu and Zhaosi showed dissatisfaction on their faces. Liu Yi and Shi Tianze were eager to try it out. Jiagu Liu Qi and Yan Shi seemed to be unrelated to their own affairs. Obviously, they had made their own plans.

He turned around and asked, "Yang Weizhong, what do you think you should do?"

Yang Weizhong, a young child who was plundered during the first southern expedition of Mongolia. He was a slave under the tent of Ogedei since he was a child and was trusted by Ogedei. He was a senior official in the imperial court and sent him to the expedition, which actually represented Ogedei's movements in supervising the entire army. It can be said that Yang Weizhong's opinions actually represented the position of the Mongolian nobles in Helin.

Yang Weizhong shook his head and said, "The style of a great country is not necessary to capture an important town like Xiangyang immediately. It took Genghis Khan first to capture Zhongdu for five years. King Mu Huali took ten years to capture Fengxiang. Xiangyang cannot be defeated this year and can come back next year. The most important thing is to escort King Qu's body back to the grassland and let his body return to the arms of Mother Earth. Every time he puts it in the south for a day, the damn weather will decay his body. This is the greatest insult to the Mongols."

Zhang Rou snorted slightly indifferently. The young man in his thirties, who was originally a good Han man in the pass, had been favored by his master since he became a slave to the Mongols. At a young age, he had already been above his old general who had fought for the Mongol Empire for ten years. He also understood that this was the tradition of the Mongolian tribe. They had not yet developed civilization and all had the vulgar characteristics of primitive tribes. They did not understand what it meant by the so-called official positions such as the Secretariat of the Central Secretariat. In the eyes of the Mongols, Yang Weizhong came out as a close slave to control the army.

Zhang Rou was not mocking him for his higher official position than him. He was laughing at the fact that he was obviously a Han man, but now his style of conduct and way of thinking has been completely Mongolianized. Although the Hu Feng was also very popular in the pass, Han people like Yang Weizhong who had been completely Mongolianized from the inside out could still make people laugh at him secretly.

Shi Tianze said anxiously: "That's not the case. In previous years, even if you can't capture the city, you can still gain a lot of life, cattle, horses, food, and treasures. This year, except for a few cities, you can't capture the big city, sweep the countryside and get nothing, and you can't attack the Song people's clans. What's scary is not just this. In previous years, you won't attack the enemy. After every year's war, the enemy will weaken after every year, and its strength will gradually become unable to compete with our army. Today's Song people are different. According to their performance last year, it is no different from what the Jin people described and what our army is inherently experienced. Their combat power can be curled up in the city at most, even if

When they went out of the city to fight, they only dared to lean on the city wall, and formed a formation with infantry tremblingly, and they were fighting to escape back to the city immediately if they were not good. Now the firearms on the city of the Song people have increased several times compared with last year. The infantry relied on the power of the firearms and became more powerful, and they dared to send reinforcements to try to resolve the siege of the prefectures and counties. Zheng Yunming's army was indeed frightening! Today we are hurriedly withdrawing our troops. When we come back next year, no one can predict what kind of powerful monster Zheng Yunming will become. In this case, even if we pay more casualties today, it is better to make him a disaster for ten or twenty years."

Tasi waved his hand: "This is not what a man said. How about Sinansi people having firearms? When they were on the grassland, the Khan army had nothing but bows, arrows, swords and guns. Later, they entered the Central Plains and learned the same thing, such as football, carts, ladders, and firearms. What projects are not proficient in our army now? So what if Zheng Yunming grows? Our Mongolian army will only grow stronger than him. We not only need to form a firearm army that is much larger than his power and number, but also build a powerful navy army to suppress Sinansi people in every aspect, and then use the momentum of an eagle to attack to smash Zheng Yunming's army and horses!"

He said this, and everyone dared not refute that it was true that firearms were not unique to the Song Dynasty. The Jin Dynasty guarded the pass cities and the Mongolian army heading south also carried many firearms. But this crude firearm was mostly used to set fire and smoke to make the sound strong. How could Zheng Yunming's troops set off muskets and cannons? The sound was like thunder bombs and thunder, and the person was killed immediately. As for how to possess magic weapons such as the muskets and general cannons under Zheng Yunming's subordinates, even if Mongolia had 720,000 craftsmen captured from the Jin Dynasty, no one could understand the mystery.

Tasi asked again: "What do you think about the bonding of Chongshan?"

The mustache on the mouth of Jima Chongshan trembled and said in a plain tone: "Zhang Degang's eagerness to make contributions is understandable, but it is indebted to it. Now the grain in the army is only 20 days old. You can think carefully about whether you have the ability to capture Xiangyang City within 20 days? If you have this confidence, you will do your best to attack. If you don't have this confidence, you can't live a life of grass."
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