Chapter 1337 Wala

Under the Xiaoqing Mountain, dozens of miles away from the vast sea, countless small tents surrounded a huge royal tent.

The owner of the royal tent was the Oirat king Yesudiel.

Although most Oirat people had Turkic ancestry, Yesudiel still had a pure Mongolian face, with a round face, high cheekbones, and single eyelids. Although his eyes were not big, they were bright and full of arrogance.

He was 32 years old this year, which was the age of ambition and ambition.

Yesudiel had always been brooding over the failure of his ancestors. Moreover, when he was in his teens, the Yuan Dynasty established by Kublai Khan collapsed. This gave him the opportunity to avenge his ancestors and restore the Khanship. So he practiced martial arts every day for 20 years, recuperated, prepared for war, and patiently waited for the best time to step onto the stage.

When he learned in June this year that the Ming army was attacking Nahachu, he realized that the opportunity had come. So he began to gather his subordinates and formed an army of 80,000 people to march east to attack the isolated and helpless Northern Yuan Dynasty.

However, when he arrived at the Hangai Mountain area where the Northern Yuan Dynasty was stationed, he found nothing. He caught the herdsmen who stayed behind and interrogated them, only to find out that the Northern Yuan Dynasty had already gone east. They said they wanted to support Nahachu, but in Yesudiel's opinion, they were just afraid of him.

So he sent scouts to the east to find out the whereabouts of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, while leading his people slowly eastward. Just nomadic in this former restricted area brought Yesudiel and the Oirat people a great sense of accomplishment.

When they came to the Kent Mountain where Genghis Khan was born, Yesudiel and the leaders swore to the sky to regain the Khanship that belonged to Ariq Böke, occupy this grassland forever, and restore the supreme glory of the Great Mongol Empire!

Before leaving Kent Mountain, the scouts sent out before brought back the news that Toghon Temur's army was annihilated in Buir Lake, which made Yesudiel more certain that he had been blessed by Changshengtian and recognized by the great Genghis Khan.

So he sent out scouts again to spy on the news and learned that Toghon Temur was retreating westward. Then he learned that the Northern Yuan Prime Minister Yaozhu in Karakorum led 3,000 troops to move eastward, obviously to meet Toghon Temur.

Yesudiel made a prompt decision and led the Wala army southward, attacked Yaozhu's tribe who were waiting for Toghon Temur at the Tula River, and wiped out their 3,000 troops.

When Toghon Temur fled west to the Tula River, he was attacked by Yesudiel's army who had been waiting for a long time. There is no need to elaborate on what happened next...

In short, Yesudiel followed Toghon Temur to the edge of the sea and chased and intercepted the fleeing remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

There were only about 180 remnants, so there was no need to send so many Wala soldiers. Yesudiel led the army to camp in this beautiful place, waiting for the troops sent out to "hunt" back.

By now, most of the hunting troops had returned, and they had caught their own prey. Among them was Nieqilai, the Privy Councilor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

"Go in!" The Wala soldiers pushed Nieqilai into the king's tent. Perhaps because of exhaustion or long-term hunger, Nieqilai's legs were unstable and he fell to the ground. This caused Yesudiel and a group of Wala leaders to laugh wildly.

"Shiremen was so scared when he saw me that he sat on the ground, and you just lay on the ground." Yesudiel said with a face full of sarcasm: "You two are too cowardly, one is a civil servant, no wonder Toghon Temur ended up like this."

Because they are located in the west of the desert, far away from the Han civilization, and because they despise the sinicization of the Yuan Dynasty, the Oirat people cannot speak Chinese or write Chinese characters. They still maintain their own ethnic traditions and speak Mongolian.

"Haha, if you haven't eaten decent food for more than ten days like us, you will become a weakling." Nieqilai got up and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"You fell into this situation by yourself, why are you still being so arrogant to me here?" Yesudiel snorted and asked: "I just want to ask you one question, surrender or not?"

"What about Shiremen, did he surrender?" Nieqilai asked.

"Of course." Yesudiel said.

"Let him come to see me, as long as he surrenders, I will surrender." Nieqilai said in a muffled voice.

"Why do you care whether he surrenders or not?" Yesudiel's expression froze.

"That way he can't laugh at me." Neqielai sneered: "If he didn't surrender and I surrendered, he would laugh at my shamelessness."

"..." Yesudiel was immediately angry and slammed the table and said: "Is it shameful to surrender to me?!"

"Isn't it shameful?" Neqielai asked back.

"You are looking for death!" A group of Wala princes roared: "My king, why are you still talking nonsense with him? Cut him into pieces and make his head into a wine vessel. Let's see who dares to disrespect my king!"

Yesudiel waved his hand and smiled at Neqielai: "Now all the Mongols are spineless, so I like you to be a loyal minister. But what will you do if Toghon Temur is captured and surrenders to me?"

"Catch him first." Neqielai said.

"He is already alone, do you think he can escape my net?" Yesudiel sneered.

"Who knows?" Neqielai curled his lips. To be honest, he also thought that the emperor was doomed. But people always cry until they see the coffin.

"Well, I will let you see Toghon Temur surrender first!" Yesudiel said in a deep voice. When people are in a good situation, they are always willing to show their magnanimity.

After saying that, he waved his hand. Just as the guards were about to take Nyeqielai away, a scout rushed into the tent, knelt on one knee, and shouted: "Oh no, my king, someone attacked our army and saved Toghon Temur and his son!"

"What?!" Yesudiel suddenly changed color, and the atmosphere in the king's tent suddenly changed.

The princes said: "How is it possible? The Yuan court has no reinforcements?!"

"It should be... the Ming army that rescued them." The scout was not very sure, because they had never dealt with the Ming army before, and could only tell that they were a group of Han people.

"Ming army, why did they run to Xiaohai?" Yesudiel said in disbelief: "This is nearly 2,000 miles away from Buyuerhai!"

"But they are well-trained and well-equipped, they should be regular troops." The scout whispered.

"Is it really the Ming army?" Yesudiel and the leaders looked at each other.

"Hahaha!" At this time, Nieqielai laughed loudly and said, "Don't guess blindly, let me tell you, it is indeed the Ming army! They chased us all the way from Buir Lake! The purpose is the same as yours, all to capture our emperor."

"Hiss, so..." Yesudier suddenly realized.

"What's wrong, are you afraid?" Nieqielai sneered, "You hit us, the remnants of the defeated army, hard, and bully the weak and fear the strong when facing the elite soldiers of the Ming army?"