In the western part of Qinghai, in a valley.

Chaolu sat in the tent dejectedly, drinking a slutty wine.

It has been fifteen days since the defeat that will always be remembered in Chaolu's heart.

During these fifteen days, Chaolu spent eight days to escape here and ask the Ming army to chase him. The rest were drinking and waiting.

A sound of footsteps sounded, and two figures walked in one after another.

He raised his eyelids slightly and found that it was his two younger brothers, Tori, the sixth prince of the Khanate of the Hoshuot Khanate, and the ninth prince, so he continued to drink.

Tori sat down in front of Chaolu and threw a wine pot to Luxin. Tori was not polite, so he took it and gulped it and fed several large mouthfuls.

Yeli Kehe was not in this mood and said with a serious expression: "Brother Lu, the Ming army has begun to march towards Qinghai."

He snorted at Lu, a smell of alcohol spurted out from his nostrils, and said, "So what about going on? Qinghai is so big, can he find us?"

Tori put down the wine pot and said, "Brother, it's okay if we keep hiding here, but how can we explain to Father Khan?"

Chaolu's expression and movements were obviously stiff, and it could be seen that he actually didn't want to discuss this topic.

After a few seconds, Chaolu said reluctantly: "I have already written a letter from Father Khan. He will soon send new reinforcements. We will have another fight with the Han people!"

Tori and Yeli Kehe looked at each other, and Yeli Kehe said: "The Han musketeers are too fierce. Could it be that Brother Chao Lu has already made any countermeasures?"

Chaolu was stagnant again when he heard this.

These Tianchao Lu only cares about drinking to relieve his sorrows and avoiding his failure. When did he think about counterattack?

He waved his hand impatiently and said, "You will know then!"

Tori and Yeli Kehe looked at each other again, as if they had made some decision.

Tori said with a slight smile: "Actually, Brother Wang may not know anything during this period. In fact, there is another news about the Ming army, which is also very important."

Chaolu was a little confused and said, "What?"

Tori walked to Chaolu and said seriously: "This matter is of great importance, please come over with Brother Wang."

Chaolu subconsciously passed by, and was about to hear what Tori said clearly, but he was in a state of sensation.

Chao Lu looked down, and his expression suddenly became extremely horrified and disbelief.

Tori held a dagger in his hand, and the dagger blade had already penetrated deeply into Chaolu's chest.

Tori stirred the dagger hard, and Chaolu's face turned pale, and he squeezed out a word: "You..."

Tori smiled slightly: "Brother Wang, you can't win, and there is no way to do it. Everyone can only die after you."

Yeli Kehe, who was standing aside, was relieved to see this and said, "The Prince of Ming Dynasty Zhu Cilang has announced that anyone in Heshuote can surrender to Ming Dynasty and do not blame him."

Tori's smile became more and more pleasant: "Yelix and I plan to defect to Mingguo, but we think it seems inappropriate if we go empty-handed."

Yeli Kehe nodded and said, "So we can only use our brother's head to make a 'vote of fame' that the Han people often say."

After listening to the words of these two younger brothers angrily, Chaolu finally swallowed his last breath after his death.

After Tori confirmed that Chaolu was dead, he gave a look at Yeli Kehe, and Yeli Kehe walked out in a sense.

A moment later, there was a sound of fighting outside the tent, but it stopped quickly.

Yeli Kehe walked in with someone again and said to Tori, who had already held Chaolu's head in his hand: "It's all over."

Tori breathed a sigh of relief and said to the people around Yelikhe, "Then, take us to see the prince."

Five days later, Zhu Cilang opened the box and saw the Chaolu head pickled with lime in the box.

"Ahem, this smell is really... OK, take it down."

After Fang Gonggan took the head away, Zhu Cilang breathed a sigh of relief.

For Zhu Cilang, killing is actually quite indifferent. After all, this is a world where wars are very frequent, but lime pickling and other things are a little bit challenging.

You can't just bury it!

Of course, Zhu Ciyang could also understand the other party's actions. After all, seeing is true, so there must be evidence to prove that Chaolu died at their hands, right?

Zhu Cixuan said: "What are your names? Tori and Yeli Kehe, right?"

I don’t know if it was the help of the system or the improvement brought by time travel, Zhu Cixuan found that his memory had improved much more than his previous life. Even such a difficult-to-mouthed name was remembered with only one listen.

Tori and Yeli Kehe hurriedly nodded, and said in quite awkward Chinese with a flattering smile: "Your Highness, we are all sincerely trying to join the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Cixuan smiled and asked a question: "I will go to Lhasa to fight your father Khan next. What do you think about this?"

The two of them had obviously thought about this question for a long time and immediately replied: "Although he is our father Khan, since he dares to confront the Ming Dynasty, we naturally have to stand on the side of the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "It seems that you two are both people who are proficient in righteousness. I have accepted your surrender."

Of course Zhu Cilang would accept it. After all, these are two princes of Gushikhan. Their surrender was a great psychological shock to many tribes in Qinghai Heshuote.

Tori and Yeli Kehe were overjoyed when they heard this, and then they tried hard to flatter Zhu Cilang, but Zhu Cilang felt that the skills of these two guys' flattery were really lacking, so they let them go.

After the two left, Fang Gonggan walked in again and brought a notebook.

"Your Highness, this is the information I have obtained from interrogating Fan Wencheng these days."

Zhu Cilang flirted through the notebook and slowly frowned.

Fan Wencheng actually didn't reveal much, but just the "inconcernible" things he said could already make Zhu Cilang intuitively feel how cruel the Han people were in Liaodong, like pigs and dogs.

Suddenly, Zhu Cixuan stood up and said, "Let's go."

Zhu Cixuan left the tent and took Fang Gonggan to another tent not far away.

Fan Wencheng lives in this tent. When he saw Zhu Cilang coming, he was frightened and hurriedly bowed.

Zhu Cixuan smiled and said, "Mr. Fan, are you still used to living during this period?"

Fan Wencheng hurriedly said, "I live well with your highness. But I miss my hometown in the Central Plains even more and I hope to return to the Ming Dynasty as soon as possible."

Zhu Cilang smiled, stretched out his right hand, held the pistol in his palm, and pointed it at Fan Wencheng: "It's a pity, Mr. Fan, you don't have this opportunity."

Fan Wencheng's face changed drastically and he stammered: "Your Highness, the old minister is absolutely loyal to the Ming Dynasty. The old minister still has many secrets about Jiannu. I haven't told you. Old minister..."

Zhu Cilang shook his head and said calmly: "Of course I know that you have many secrets you haven't said, but for me, the things you say are enough."

"Bang!" A gunshot was heard.

Fan Wencheng, a great traitor in the Ming Dynasty, died.

Zhu Cixuan put away his pistol and spoke calmly.
Chapter completed!