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Rustling snowflakes fell from the sky one after another.

North of Xuanfu Town in the Ming Dynasty, in the hinterland of the mountains of Malaysia, in a vast and flat pasture, the then thirty-nine-year-old Lin Dan Batur, nicknamed 'Batuk Tu Khan', was standing.

Under the cover of the tent door, he looked at the silver-covered world around him somewhat absentmindedly.

Lin Dan Khan's recent state is very bad. It is simply very bad.

Just now, he had a fierce quarrel with his direct wife, Nang Nang Dafu Jin, the 'Flower of the Prairie' Na Mu Zhong.

Because Lin Danhan felt that the world around him was a little peaceful, and a little too peaceful.

This gave him a very bad premonition!

This is a feeling that cannot be described in words.

In other words, this is the sixth sense of crisis that runs in their blood.

Especially at a certain moment before, Lin Danhan desperately wanted to 'move'. He wanted to leave the right wing, leave naturalization, and leave this land where he felt no sense of security.

But~~, Dana Muzhong, this bitch~, not only stopped her from talking about this idea, but even threatened him to leave on his own, and she and her subordinates would not go with him!

The key is that even if Namuzhong is alive and kicking, this bitch is actually colluding with Siqintu, Sutai, and Wuyuna to threaten him not to leave!

How could the arrogant Lin Danhan endure this?

Although the standards of Mongolian tribes, including the relationship between husband and wife, are different from those of the Han people, they are still generally similar.

Especially in the distribution of property slaves, they are more distinct than the Han people.

Although the girls Namuzhong, Siqintu, Sutai, and Wuyuna are his Lin Dan Khan's women, to a large extent, they are also his private property. However, because the girls are all of noble birth, they

He owned a large amount of property, slaves, cattle and sheep.

Normally, things would have been easier to talk about, but in recent years, Lin Danhan's life has been declining, and his orders are no longer so effective among the various ministries.

This made Lin Danhan grit his teeth!

But if you calm down carefully, Lin Danhan can actually understand the thoughts of these short-sighted women.

In this cold first month of winter, the north wind is bone-piercing. If we migrate in such weather, we don't know how many cattle, sheep, and slaves will starve to death, freeze to death, and how many slaves will die.

But if you don’t migrate...

Lin Danhan smiled inexplicably and shook his head.

After a moment, he turned around and lit a cigar rather tremblingly.

Although Lin Danhan was in his prime at this time, his forehead was already covered with a lot of white hair.

The world only knows that he, Lin Dan Khan, is a direct descendant of the great Genghis Khan, who is as vast as the Immortal Heaven. He was born with rich clothes and fine food, and he gathered eight golden flowers on the prairie. But who can know the suffering of Lin Dan Khan?

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Ming Ren was treacherous and wanted him to be a scumbag to deal with Hou Jin, but he failed to do anything. In fact, he didn't even want to work in the past few years.

Then Jin Jurchen didn't know how these bastards got together, and their fighting power was a bit too strong.

He was so strong that even Lin Danhan himself felt guilty. Even if they had a brush with each other or exchanged blows, he would still have no confidence.

Because he was afraid that if he couldn't hold back anymore, he wouldn't even be able to maintain the current situation.

The key is that those bastards like Horqin, Khalkha, and Thumut actually forgot about the proud glory of the Mongols, and instead went to lick the stinky feet of those lowly Jurchens!

This made Lin Danhan feel more disgusted than eating a fly.

But Lin Danhan understands that Hou Jin's momentum has been established. At least in the past three or two years, he does not have the capital to fight hard with them. He must continue to be patient and accumulate strength.

But------!

I don’t know what’s going on lately, but the news around me seems to have solidified. Even from those humble Ming Gou people in the south, no news has come through.

If it was years ago, because of the cold winter and the heavy snowfall, they had already prepared all the New Year's goods here, so if there was no news, there would be no news.

But at this time~, it has been more than ten days since the beginning of the new year, but the world around me seems to have stopped. This... something is obviously wrong.

Especially at this time of the year, it was the season for those damn despicable Jurchens to send troops.

Although they had been severely beaten by Li Yuanqing in Liao in recent years, they could not still remain silent during the troop dispatch season, right?

The cigar tastes pretty good.

It was the year before last that Lin Danhan first obtained this thing through the hands of a humble Han man named Fan Yongdou.

But soon, Lin Danhan discovered that he couldn't live without this treasure.

This cigar is easier to smoke and smells dozens of times better than that dry cigarette.

It’s Li Yuanqing who is so stupid, he is really too evil.

Items that were worth one tael of silver on Changsheng Island actually cost five taels when they arrived at his place.

Why didn’t Li Yuanqing, a bastard like him, just go and rob it?

One day, he must send his Mongolian iron cavalry to southern Liaoning, break through Changsheng Island, take control of this gold-like business, and rob all Li Yuanqing's property and rob Li Yuanqing's women!

Until then~, hehe...

Lin Danhan thought about it and suddenly couldn't help but chuckle.

What a beautiful dream.

What a pity~~, when will it become a reality?

At this moment, a dozen riders suddenly rushed over from a distance, bringing with them a tumbling wave of snow foam.

Lin Danhan couldn't help but frown, and he couldn't help but feel angry: "These dog slaves are getting more and more unruly! How dare they ride like this in front of his royal court?"

But just as Lin Danhan was about to rush forward to scold him, more than a dozen riders had already rushed to him. They knelt down and knelt on the ground. The leader shouted in a tearful voice: "Big Khan, Big Khan, something bad is going to happen. Something is going wrong."

It’s not good! We, we have been surrounded by Li Yuanqing’s army of 500,000!"

"What?"

Lin Danhan couldn't help being shocked. The color on his monkey face instantly disappeared. In a moment, he kicked the slave in front of him to the ground and cursed: "You're celebrating the New Year, what the hell are you talking about? Li Yuanqing? How could Li Yuanqing be here?

Come here? I didn’t mess with him? How come he has an army of 500,000?"

The leading servant kowtows desperately: "Khan, this, this is true! Li Yuanqing has destroyed Houjin Royal Court, killed Huang Taiji with his own hands, and has conquered Shenyang and Liaoyang. At this time, Horqin, Neikalkha

, Tumut and other more than a hundred tribes have surrendered to Li Yuanqing and are loyal to Li Yuanqing. Precisely because they led the way, Li Yuanqing's main army has surrounded us alive..."

"This, this, this is impossible? This, how can this be possible?"

"this……"

Lin Danhan was like an ant on a hot pot for a moment, suddenly at a loss.

…………

Snowflakes are still drifting endlessly, and the whole world is covered in thick silver.

The north wind is still howling as usual.

It's like~, nothing has ever happened.

But on the horizon in the distance, the roar of thousands of galloping cavalry suddenly sounded!

As the black line slowly drew closer, there were some stupid herdsmen and slaves around, and they suddenly discovered that it was a dark red color that could not be described in words.

In a blink of an eye!

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Rumble…

All kinds of firearms that they had never seen before were roaring together. There were Mongolians who spoke the same language as them and pretended to be fierce. They rode on powerful horses and shouted in Mongolian: "Kneel down and surrender, put down your weapons, and you will avoid death!"

Soon, the whole world was filled with the same voice.

"Kneel down and surrender, put down your weapons, and you will avoid death! Otherwise~~, the ten tribes will be killed, leaving no chickens or dogs behind!"

Many proud Mongolian warriors stood up to resist, but soon, before they could take up arms, their blood suddenly turned the white earth under their feet red.

So much so that, decades later, there are still old Mongolians who remember the original scene.

"Those Ming people are like gods, and their firearms are like devils! As long as you are targeted by them, you will definitely die! In just half a day, tens of thousands of warriors fell around the old Khan's tent.

Get off the horses of these demons..."

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Li Yuanqing arrived at Lin Dan Khan's royal tent early the next morning.

At this time, the battlefield had basically been cleaned up, and the strong smell of blood in the air was still lingering in the air. However, the heavy snowfall last night perfectly covered up the red color of the place where the incident occurred.

Looking from Li Yuanqing's field of vision, everything is covered with white snow covering infinite vitality and green grass, which is simply refreshing.

Who would have thought that just yesterday, on this land, there were tens of thousands of fresh victories, watering the ground under their feet with their hot blood?

When the BMW under Li Yuanqing's crotch was like a mighty Pegasus, he held his head high and took the first step on the red carpet with pride.
To be continued...