Yelü Dashi is now a troublemaker on the grasslands, disrupting the balance of power on the grasslands ever since the Naiman tribe attacked the Song Dynasty.
Yi Nanchi naturally hated Yelü Dashi to the bone, and Huerzhahusi had no good feelings towards Yelü Dashi either.
They all believed that Yelü Dashi was just trying to make a fool of them and take advantage of them.
In order to make further preparations for resisting the Song Dynasty, after Hurghazi's 60,000-strong army arrived, Baibuqa rushed to the northern desert, almost reaching the North Sea (Lake Baikal).
To Baibuhua's surprise, Khabul readily agreed to his request, promising to send 60,000 warriors.
Bai Buhua returned with this good news.
Yi Nanchihan asked, "Have you seen Yelü Dashi?"
"I have not seen Yelü Dashi."
“I’m worried that Hubble is just giving us the runaround.”
"Why do you say that, Father Khan?"
"Khubul is located deep in the northern desert, and it is unrealistic for the Song army to fight there. The Song army's northern expedition will not affect him. If I were him, I would be happy to see us fight the Song army. After both sides are exhausted, he would step in. Even if we can't defeat the Song army in the end, we can still negotiate peace and win a large area of territory in the southern desert."
"In that case, we can no longer count on Khabul. We will settle accounts with them properly after we drive out the Song army."
Yi Nanchi frowned and couldn't help but sigh: "The letter I wrote to the Emperor of Song has sunk without a trace. The Emperor must have read it, but he did not reply. This shows that the Emperor's determination to go to war is not something to be taken lightly."
"If we have the opportunity this time, we should seek refuge with the Song Dynasty. It is better to seek refuge with the emperor than with Yelü Dashi and Hebule."
"Should we still fight this war?"
"Of course we'll fight. If we don't fight the Song Kingdom, if we don't show the emperor just how powerful we are, how will we negotiate when we surrender in the future?"
"yes!"
"Therefore, I will lead an army of 300,000 to meet the Song emperor. You will lead 100,000 to enter the Longyou Protectorate of the Song. Remember, be quick. Catch Qian Gai off guard and cause internal turmoil in the Song. Only then can you shake the morale of the emperor's army at the front and force him to retreat."
"Yes, Father Khan, rest assured!"
Bai Buhua turned to leave, but Yi Nanchi said from behind, "Be careful. Our tribe suffered heavy losses in the last battle. If we are defeated again this time, the Naiman tribe will be in danger of extinction."
"Father Khan, rest assured, the Longyou Protectorate is entirely under my control. Qian Gai is a complete incompetent when it comes to fighting."
Yi Nanchi nodded, hoping things would go more smoothly this time.
The emperor only stayed in Heishui City for two days before gathering 30,000 troops from there and incorporating them into the Imperial Guard, heading towards the grasslands.
In his previous life, Zhao Huan had never been to the grasslands.
At that time, I had only seen images of grasslands in many travel guides and online.
In my memory, the sky was blue, the grass was green, and the wind blew the grass low to reveal cattle and sheep.
Now, Zhao Huan has finally witnessed it firsthand.
His army, like a sea of black and red, marched across the grasslands.
The natural environment in ancient times was very good, and the climate was also very suitable, especially in the Central Plains.
Having grown accustomed to life in the Central Plains, where there is no industrial pollution, especially in the city of Tokyo, people don't really seek a good natural environment and clean air.
Because the natural environment and air quality were already very good in ancient times.
Therefore, the psychological gap is not obvious.
After wandering around the grasslands for a day, following the map's directions, the emperor marched all the way to the royal court of the Naiman tribe.
But when they arrived at the royal court, there was no magic spirit there; everything had been moved out.
The next day, just as Zhao Huan was getting tired, he spotted some tents ahead.
Those were the homes of the Mongols.
A river flows through here, indicating that there is a densely populated area ahead.
The vanguard went first and surrounded the entire area.
“Lord Yongwu, you and the guide should ask about Yi Nanchi’s whereabouts.”
"yes!"
Han Shizhong, accompanied by a guide, led another group of people over.
They saw an old man cooking fish.
Others were starting a fire, and some were chopping wood, clearly preparing lunch.
When they saw the Song cavalry in their armor, their faces showed fear.
Han Shizhong asked, "Who is in charge here?"
The guide quickly began translating.
All eyes were drawn to him, and the old man stepped forward and said, "I am in charge here."
The translator quickly translated it.
Han Shizhong continued, "Where have all the Naiman people gone?"
“Sir, we know nothing about the Naiman tribe. We are just ordinary people living on the grasslands.”
Han Shizhong looked around. Having spent a long time in the army, he could sense a murderous aura in anyone he asked.
His gaze swept slowly around, and he said in a deep voice, "Prepare for battle."
As soon as he uttered those four words, the hundred or so men who had stepped forward immediately became alert.
They had one hand on their swords and the other gripping their crossbows tightly, their whole bodies tense.
Han Shizhong coldly looked at the old man and said, "I'll give you one more chance. As long as you speak up, nothing will happen. His Majesty the Benevolent Emperor will reward you."
"We really don't know."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a number of burly men rushed out from the various tents and the back of the tents.
Because iron smelting technology was almost nonexistent, not everyone among them carried a knife.
Some people also sharpened wood to make weapons.
Upon seeing this, the old man was immediately alarmed: "Go back, everyone! These are our most honored guests. Don't move them!"
"Pastor Bayar, they are Han Chinese, they have come to kill us!"
A young man shouted.
After he shouted it out, everyone else raised their weapons and shouted it out in unison.
"God bless us, we will defeat these Han people who have invaded our land!"
"Aberth, you're being foolish! Quickly, let everyone go back and rest!"
"Pastor, please communicate with God and let us join the battle to kill all these Han Chinese!"
The guide looked terrified.
He translated exactly what the young man had said.
Han Shizhong immediately sneered: "Our Emperor commands 130,000 Song cavalry, where do you get your confidence from!"
"Shangguan, no..."
Before the pastor could finish speaking, Han Shizhong had already led his men back.
"Your Majesty, the barbarians are attempting to resist the Great Song Army. Please allow me to lead a thousand troops to raze this place to the ground."
"allow!"
Han Shizhong immediately selected a thousand men, all of whom had followed him all the way here.
They had once slaughtered the Imperial Guards in the south, driven the bandits to hide in the Central Plains, and fought alongside Han Shizhong all the way to Xingqing Prefecture during the war to destroy the Xia dynasty.
The expressions on each of their faces were as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month.
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