Chahan inquired about the situation and was a little relieved to learn that Aruwen was still alive and still had the strength to curse.

Even he was anxious to return north.

In Chahan's arms, there was also a secret letter from Dadu, written by the Crown Prince Aiyou Shili Dala. He first praised Chahan Timur, and then said that his current status was too low and he should be given to the Grand Master.

Only in this position can he be worthy of Chahan's achievements. If he can successfully ascend the throne, Chahan will be the prime minister of the dynasty and will be promoted to grand master. He will take over the power and entrust all state affairs to Chahan.

What he said was no longer a hint. It was equivalent to telling Chahan Timur directly that I can't wait any longer. Hurry up and go north. As long as you enter Dadu and help me ascend the throne and become emperor, then you will be the master of the world.

Chahan's heart was also pounding at this moment.

In terms of strength, he is already the number one person in the Yuan Dynasty, but his status is still lower than that of Polo Timur. It is simply unreasonable for him to be bullied by that brat.

In this case, it is better to support the crown prince to ascend the throne and replace the emperor.

This powerful official can do what others can do, but we, Chahan Timur, cannot do it?

"Send a message to Feng Guoyong, telling him to release him immediately. We have kept our word and have withdrawn the siege and headed north overnight. Then we sent someone to tell Zhu Yuanzhang that the Central Plains was in decline and was no longer suitable for stationing troops. If the Yuan Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty could use the Yellow River as a

Wouldn't it be beautiful if we called each other the Northern and Southern Dynasties, lived in peace, and established the world side by side, eliminating the pain of swordsmanship?"

Chahan has begun to re-plan the world as the Prime Minister of the Yuan Dynasty.

Taking the Yellow River as the boundary, the north belongs to the Yuan Dynasty and the south belongs to the Ming Dynasty.

Isn’t this good? Why do you need so much?

Anyway, I'm very satisfied.

Zhu Yuanzhang has no reason not to agree, right?

Sure enough, Zhu Yuanzhang sent a reply, saying that Shandong had fallen into the hands of the Ming Dynasty, and Shandong was out of the question!

When Chahan heard this, he was not angry but happy. He even sent someone to explain that Shandong was the wing of Dadu. If Shandong was not handed over, there would be no long-term peace and stability in the north and south.

If the Ming Dynasty felt that it was at a disadvantage, it could allow the northern Han people to return south. However, it also asked the Ming Dynasty to allow the southern Mongols to return north.

In short, people from the south should return to the south, and people from the north should return to the north.

The prime minister of Qin Dynasty in the Yuan Dynasty belongs to him.

Zhang Ximeng had nothing to do. Apart from knitting sweaters in his tent every day, he also exchanged letters and argued fiercely with Chahan. Sometimes he had to write several letters a day.

The two sides went back and forth, fighting endlessly.

Of course, Zhang Ximeng was just putting up smoke bombs to confuse Chahan.

Chahan Timur, on the other hand, was sincere and planned to stabilize the Central Plains first, and then return north to the capital to assist the prince in ascending the throne and achieve his goal of becoming a powerful official.

Compared with Chahan, Wang Baobao was not that optimistic. He even reminded Chahan many times that the Ming army in Shandong was mobilized frequently and civilians from all over the country continued to gather. It seemed that they had bad intentions and had to take precautions.

But it was useless to tell Chahan, who was blinded by lard.

"The Ming army is just trying to make a show, to scare us. They don't have as many troops as we do. If they rush to a decisive battle and the outcome is uncertain, Zhu Yuanzhang is not that stupid."

Wang Baobao was also full of words, but Chahan was so obsessed that it was useless to say anything. Wang Baobao could only suggest, "Father, now that Jining is controlled by Polo Timur, we must not lose our way back to Guanzhong."

This sentence reminded Chahan.

"Don't worry, just now, Li Siqi sent news that the red thieves Li Wu and Cui De have agreed to surrender. The red thieves on Ningxia Road no longer exist, and there is peace in Guanzhong!"

Hearing this, Wang Baobao was overjoyed.

Li Wu and Cui De were the commanders-in-chief of the West Route Army. Although their march was not smooth, they were tenacious enough. They kept fighting in Guanzhong, Shaanxi-Gansu and other places and refused to let go.

This made Li Siqi anxious and in great pain.

But now, Li Wu and Cui De couldn't bear it anymore and surrendered to Li Siqi.

This news is really good.

This means that the Northern Expeditionary Army of Han and Song Dynasties, which had been raging for many years, was completely defeated.

The land in the north will also be clean.

The pattern of the Northern and Southern Dynasties that Chahan longed for has also taken shape.

Stable and improving, sit back and relax!

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Li Siqi was immediately asked to mobilize 30,000 troops to garrison Tongguan, ready to leave the pass at any time to meet Chahan's army.

With this extra guarantee, you no longer have any worries.

Beautiful things lasted until early March.

The spring breeze blows, the ice of the Yellow River melts, and the turbid waves surge.

At almost dusk, a group of Mongolian cavalry, almost a hundred men, covered in dust, quickly came towards Shaanzhou.

The soldier guarding the gate came up to him and wanted to ask for his identity, but the leader, Mongolian Qianhu, suddenly swung his whip and hit the soldier hard on the face.

Then he yelled angrily in a pure golden flag accent, "Get out of here!"

The soldier was so frightened that he ran away quickly, and the rest of his companions wanted to laugh.

How ignorant are you to ask this?

Look at what people say, and the one with this whip, he is a domineering person! You said that his surname is Bor, he can only weigh a few pounds, he is definitely a Mongolian nobleman.

In this way, this group of Mongolian cavalry entered the city smoothly.

As soon as they passed by, there was a huge cloud of dust in the distance. There were more people this time, almost five to six hundred cavalry galloping towards them.

The guard guard hesitated, not knowing whether to ask. At this time, a Mongolian family came directly.

"Did you see a group of red thieves? They dressed up as Yuan cavalry and ran this way! We were ordered to chase the thieves!"

The defenders were immediately stunned, what?

Are you chasing the red thief?

So what happened to that group just now?

Seeing the defenders looking at each other in confusion, the Mongolian Qianhu cracked his whip even louder, making their parents scream.

"Trash, the Great Yuan Dynasty was not harmed by piglets and insects like you!"

"Hurry up and follow me into the city to catch the red thief!"

The cavalry behind them followed and rushed in without saying a word.

The soldiers guarding the gate looked at each other, what on earth is going on?

Who is real and who is fake?

It’s better to go ahead and see what the adults have to say!

Before this group of people could go to the city, another group of soldiers rushed towards them.

Could it be that the Mongolian cavalry came again?

This time, they miscalculated, and what came was actually the Ming army carrying the vermilion banner, sweeping in overwhelmingly!

"No, close the city gate quickly and report it immediately!"

Some people pulled up the suspension bridge, while others ran towards the city.

As a result, within a few steps, I happened to see the Mongolian Qianhu.

"Sir, the red thief is coming! The red thief is coming to kill!"

"Really?" Qianhu smiled, "I know it all, you go and guard the door!"

The soldier was turning around when suddenly a cold light pierced the soldier's soft ribs, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.

Qianhu chuckled, "Let me tell you, there are no Yuan soldiers, they are all from the Ming Dynasty!"

"Kill me!"

It was very lively now. The cavalry who rushed in first seized the city gate and slaughtered the Yuan army. Then they opened the city gate wide and welcomed the Ming army outside to enter the city.

With almost no effort, Zhu Wenzheng, Deng Yu, and Zhao Desheng led their troops and marched into Shaanzhou.

After entering the city, Zhu Wenzheng ordered people to immediately post notices, strictly prohibiting soldiers from disturbing people's houses, let alone robbing people's food and property.

After giving the order, Zhao Desheng was asked to seal off the warehouse and check the rations, and then Deng Yu was asked to count the ships and find tools for crossing the river. It would be best to attack Jiezhou and replenish military rations according to the original plan.

In addition, Zhu Wenzheng used the money he had prepared in advance to requisition people's houses, strengthen the city wall of Shaanzhou, dig trenches, and purchase equipment to defend the city.

So many things are like a mess. If ordinary soldiers and horses can do the same thing, it would be great.

Maybe it will be like a chicken and a dog jumping, and people will fall on their backs.

But when it fell on the Ming army, it turned out to be orderly, busy and not chaotic.

Years of hard training have finally paid off.

After witnessing all this, Zhu Wenzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He rode a war horse and patrolled the city defenses.

Just as I was passing through the city, I suddenly saw a dilapidated temple. It was very simple, only the size of two or three rooms. On the plaque, you could vaguely see a few words... Martyrs' Ancestral Hall.

In the main hall of the temple, there is a general in armor. He seems to be sitting somewhere, holding a wine bottle in his hand, looking out with a stern look.
To be continued...