Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

As time went by, in the 19th year of Hongwu, Mu Ying decided to build a high wall for Yunnan Prefecture with solid bricks and stones. This was not only a defensive barrier, but also a deep love for this land in his heart. In the city, he set up the Yunnan Provincial Administration and the Yunnan Military Commission. These government offices were like the veins of the city, managing local affairs. The Xiping Marquis Mansion he built for himself was like the heart of the city, majestic and solemn. He lived in it, majestic and became an indispensable part of Yunnan Prefecture.

The Mu family has guarded Yunnan for generations, and their prestige is almost comparable to that of a prince. The court's preferential treatment of them has also made the people privately and affectionately call the Duke of Qian's Mansion the Prince Mu's Mansion. This name carries the people's respect and trust for the Mu family.

On this day, in the Mu Palace, Qian Guogong Mu Tianbo was sitting in his study, holding the 17-year official report edited by Lin Xiaofeng, reading it with great interest. This official report, like a modern newspaper, contained everything, including the changes in the Ming Dynasty, the exchange rates of gold, silver and copper, and those fascinating unofficial history novels, which made people dazzled.

Mu Tianbo's younger brothers Tianze and Tianrun were also sitting nearby, and were also deeply attracted by the contents of the court report. After reading an unofficial history, Tianze patted his chest and laughed, "This unofficial history is too outrageous, and they dare to make up anything!" Tianrun shook his head, sighed and said, "That can't be helped. The historian at that time may not have recorded it in enough detail. If Sima Zhao really killed the emperor, why didn't he just kill the historian and rewrite history?"

"Why?" Tianze blinked and asked curiously.

Tian Run chuckled and explained, "If we don't kill the historian, at most he will be accused of regicide in the history books; but if we kill the historian, it will be difficult to explain the official history, and unofficial history will surely be everywhere."

"I heard that unofficial history also wrote that Sima Zhao was on the street..." Tianrun was about to continue, but was interrupted by Tianbo's stern shout: "Shut up!" He threw down the court newspaper, took a few deep breaths, and tried to dispel those messy words from his mind.

"Come on, have some tea!" Tianbo raised the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, trying to calm down.

As soon as everyone picked up their teacups, the butler rushed in and reported, "Lord Mu, there are a few people claiming to be Jinyiwei outside the door asking to see you."

Although Mu Tianbo's title was Duke of Qian, the people of Yunnan were accustomed to calling him Duke Mu. Traces of this title can be found in both inscriptions and historical oral traditions.

When Mu Tianbo heard that the Jinyiwei had come again, he was startled and thought to himself, "Why are they coming again when the last group just left?" He asked hurriedly, "Are they the same group as before? If not, please come in!"

The housekeeper replied, "It's not the previous group. The previous group came from Nanjing, and this group is from Beijing."

"Please come in!" Mu Tianbo said as he tidied his clothes and prepared to go out to greet them. The Jinyiwei from Nanjing were sent by the Crown Prince Zhu Cilang, and the ones from Beijing this time were Lin Xiaofeng's men. Mu Tianbo had even more respect for the people sent by Lin Xiaofeng.

Tianze and Tianrun did not dare to neglect and followed their brother out to greet them. When they arrived at the door, they saw six people in merchant clothes standing in the sun. They each had a different look, and their skin looked dark and red due to long-term exposure to the wind and sun.

The leader was wearing a blue shirt and short jacket, took off his bamboo hat, clasped his hands and said, "Northern Pacification Division Commander Ning Xikong greets Duke Mu."

Mu Tianbo looked at Ning Xikong, and was also looked at by Ning Xikong. Although Mu Tianbo was more than five feet tall, he was not burly, but a little bloated. However, he had a delicate face, clear eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and thin lips that looked elegant, giving people a gentle and refined feeling.

"Jinyiwei Commander-in-Chief?" Mu Tianbo was shocked, and then his scalp went numb. You know, this position is second only to the commander!
After verifying his identity, Mu Tianbo quickly returned the greeting: "Greetings, Tongzhi Wang, do you have any order from His Majesty?" This question was asked appropriately, because the Jinyiwei were the emperor's eyes and ears, and if there was an order, they would definitely bring it.

Ning Xikong nodded slightly: "There is only a verbal order, no imperial decree, let's go in and discuss it in detail."

"Okay!" Everyone walked to the main hall of Prince Mu's Mansion. Mu Tianbo and Ning Xikong went in to talk, while the others stayed outside and waited.

As soon as the door of the hall was closed, Mu Tianbo knelt down immediately: "Your Majesty, I, the Duke of Qian, Mu Tianbo, pay my respects to His Majesty. Long live the Emperor..." His voice echoed in the empty hall, sounding particularly solemn.

Ning Xikong, with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, and eyes looking into the distance, began to convey the emperor's oral instructions: "Duke Qian, listen, His Majesty said: 'Yunnan cannot be in chaos. Small chaos is okay, but not large-scale chaos.'" These words were like a huge rock, weighing heavily on Mu Tianbo's heart.

A while ago, Jinyiwei said that Wu Bikui and Sha Dingzhou might rebel, but there was no solid evidence. How could he dare to mobilize troops based on just a few empty words? He could only be cautious and guard against it. At this moment, his heart was like a surging river and sea, with turbulent waves.

"I obey your order!" Mu Tianbo came back to his senses and quickly stood up. The two sat opposite each other in a solemn atmosphere.

"Duke Mu, Wu Bikui is really going to rebel!" Ning Xikong said straight to the point. His tone revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Mu Tianbo frowned and said in a deep voice: "Is there any evidence? If so, I will immediately summon the chieftains to suppress the rebellion; if not, I can do nothing." His responsibility is to stabilize the situation in Yunnan and manage the chieftains. Without solid evidence, he would not easily mobilize troops.

"Yes." Ning Xikong took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Mu Tianbo. The paper was densely written with evidence of Wu Bikui's purchase of food and grass and the manufacture of arrows. Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing Mu Tianbo's heart.

After Mu Tianbo finished reading, Ning Xikong continued, "The Jinyiwei have been stationed in Yunnan for several months. According to intelligence, Wu Bikui recently purchased a large amount of food and fodder, and also made countless arrows. This must be the rhythm of a rebellion!" His tone revealed a sense of anxiety and helplessness.

Mu Tianbo nodded, put away the note and asked, "Does Wang Tongzhi have anything else to tell you?" There was a hint of alienation in his tone.

Hearing this, Ning Xikong felt disappointed. Mu Tianbo's meaning was very clear - he didn't believe the Jinyiwei's words. In fact, it was no wonder that Mu Tianbo did that. At that time, the Jinyiwei was almost a decoration in Lin Xiaofeng's hands. They were not good at gathering information, but they were good at selling information.

"No more." Ning Xikong stood up and bowed, "The message has been delivered, and we have to return to the capital to report. Take care, Duke Mu." His tone revealed a sense of helplessness and regret.

Mu Tianbo hurriedly stood up and tried to persuade him to stay: "Tongzhi Wang has come from afar, and I haven't had the chance to entertain you yet. Why are you leaving?" His tone revealed a sincere desire to keep him.

"You are too polite, Duke. We have other things to do when we go back." Ning Xikong smiled and refused his request to stay.

Seeing that Ning Xikong was determined to leave, Mu Tianbo couldn't force him to stay, so he ordered people to prepare silver and cakes for them to use on the road. He stood in front of the door, watching Ning Xikong and his group leave, feeling mixed emotions.

After Ning Xikong and his companions left the city, they pretended to head north, as if they were going to take a boat along the Jinsha River into Sichuan.

After leaving Prince Mu's mansion, Yu Xipeng immediately sent two groups of people out. One group went to Yuanmou in disguise to investigate Wu Bikui's background, while the other group went to see Sha Dingzhou with a secret letter. Six days later, the spies returned from Yuanmou and reported: "The news is correct, Wu Bikui does have the intention to rebel!" Mu Tianbo was shocked and said angrily: "How dare he!" Yu Xipeng said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to investigate why he rebelled. We must quickly gather our forces just in case." Mu Tianbo nodded and began to think about countermeasures.

The autumn wind was bleak, rustling the leaves of the sycamore trees in the mansion. Mu Tianbo stood in front of the window, staring at the sky in the distance, thinking about how to deal with the crisis at hand. He knew very well that it was not easy to mobilize the armies of the chieftains, and that a balance needed to be achieved in all aspects. Although food and grass could be raised, if some chieftains were favored over others, it would easily lead to unrest. The chieftains were willing to help the court because they could get population, money, food and territory for their meritorious service in suppressing the rebellion; and because they could maintain their hereditary status by making military achievements. Therefore, Mu Tianbo did not dare to easily prohibit Sha Dingzhou from sending troops, for fear that he would become disloyal.

After careful consideration, Mu Tianbo said to Yu Xipeng: "Tell Sha Dingzhou not to worry. I will keep his troops for great use." Although Yu Xipeng had some doubts in his heart, he did not dare to ask more questions and could only obey the order and leave.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is October 28th. Wu Bikui, the chieftain of Yuanmou, began to gather troops and attack in three directions. One army went north along the river to attack Li Dazhi who was stationed on the bank of the Jinsha River; one army went to capture Dayao; and another army went south to cut off the water and land transportation routes of Chuxiong. Wu Bikui personally led 3,000 elite soldiers and rushed down on a ship without food. The autumn wind was howling, the battle flags were flying, and they rushed to the bank of the Jinsha River like an arrow from a bow.

The Ming army was stationed in Dukou Township. When they saw the boats approaching, they thought that food and fodder had arrived, so they went out of the camp to greet them. However, when the boats approached the ferry, they suddenly slowed down. Hundreds of boats densely covered the river surface, like a black forest. After the first boat docked, the soldiers lifted the tarpaulin and saw that there were five or six cannons! These cannons flashed coldly in the sun, as if foreshadowing an impending bloody storm.

The Ming army on the shore was stunned when they saw the artillery. They originally thought that food and fodder would be delivered, but they did not expect these cold killing machines. Someone shouted loudly: "What our army lacks is food, not artillery. What are you transporting these for?" His voice was full of confusion and anger.

"Yes, where is the officer who is escorting the grain? Come out quickly!" another soldier shouted, with a hint of anxiety in his voice. They all knew that without the grain, they would not be able to continue to hold on.

"Hurry up and tell Lieutenant General that what's coming is not food, but artillery!" A messenger turned around and wanted to inform Lieutenant General. However, before he finished speaking, the Tusi's soldiers had already lit the cannon fuse.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the surface of the river began to shake. The shells flew out like lead balls, and they rushed straight to the Ming army. The Ming army had never expected that it would be an artillery attack. They were only wearing uniforms, without armor, and many people didn't even bring weapons.

The power of the shells was so great that even the soldiers in armor could not stop them. The large shells went straight through several people and had enough power to injure several more; the small shells shot into the soldiers' bodies, splashing blood everywhere, and they fell to the ground and could not get up again.

The pain came too suddenly, and my whole body felt like being stabbed by needles. "My hand!" "I can't see!" Screams echoed along the river. As soon as the artillery fire stopped, the Tusi's soldiers, carrying bows and arrows, swords and rattan shields, rushed ashore to slaughter. The soldiers who didn't go ashore were not idle either. They bent their bows and shot arrows at the Ming army. How could flesh and blood resist such sharp swords and arrows? In a blink of an eye, hundreds of Ming soldiers on the front line died. The injured cried and ran away, and the uninjured were also scared and fled in all directions.

The elite troops collapsed in an instant under the attack of artillery and bows and arrows. "Kill!" The Tusi soldiers took advantage of this momentum and chased them madly. They pounced on the panicked Ming army like a group of hungry wolves.

The Ming army camp was not far from the shore, and the fleeing soldiers all ran to the camp to seek shelter. The soldiers in the camp gathered together when they heard the sound of the cannon. They held their weapons tightly and waited nervously for the arrival of the deserters. When the deserters arrived, they quickly formed a team of several hundred people, and Li Dazhi led them to fight back.

However, it was not the Tusi soldiers who came to greet them, but their own fleeing soldiers. People inside and outside were crowded together, and the village gate was blocked. Li Dazhi looked at this scene, and his heart was filled with helplessness and anger. He knew that the current situation was already very critical.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Arrows suddenly rained down in the camp. The chieftain's hard bows were much more powerful than the cavalry's soft bows, and they easily penetrated the uniforms, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were heard one after another. Under the rain of arrows, the army's morale was broken, and the soldiers threw away their armor and weapons and fled for their lives, trampling on each other, just to survive. They were like a group of headless flies, bumping around in the camp.

The 3,000 Ming troops were routed like an ant nest being smashed. The 3,000 Tusi soldiers led by Wu Bikui chased after them relentlessly. They chased after the panicked Ming troops like a group of cheetahs. From morning to night, the Tusi army won a great victory. They cheered and shouted to celebrate the victory.

Both sides had 3,000 men, but the results were completely different. The Tusi army lost only more than 100 people, while the Ming army lost more than 2,000 people. Hundreds of people jumped into the river to escape, but no one knew their fate. Wu Bikui was overjoyed when he heard the news of victory. He slapped his thigh and laughed: "The Ming army is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and it is vulnerable!" The generals also echoed and praised his wise decision. "Good!" Wu Bikui said proudly: "Rest for half a day and a night, go south tomorrow morning, and surprise attack Mu Tianbo when he is not prepared!" His voice was full of confidence and determination. The generals also agreed and began to prepare the next action plan.

After resting, Wu Bikui led his army southward. Because of his sudden rebellion, the cities near Yuanmou were not prepared. In addition, his troops were concentrated while the Ming army was dispersed. Within half a month, six counties including Dingyuan, Wuding, Meitan, Yaoan, Dayao, and Lufeng were captured. Yunnan was shocked! People talked about this sudden war and worried about their own fate.

At this time, Mu Tianbo was gathering troops outside Yunnan Prefecture and swearing to march to the northwest. He did not know that Wu Bikui had rebelled and captured several counties. When he heard the news, he was shocked and immediately ordered the army to quell the rebellion.

Wu Bikui held a banquet in the camp in Lufeng to celebrate. He thought that Sha Dingzhou would also raise an army, and the Ming army would definitely retreat when they attacked from both north and south. When they reached the city of Yunnan, Mu Tianbo would have nowhere to go. He imagined the future victory and was filled with joy and expectation.

"Bring more wine!" He asked for more wine before he had finished drinking. Before the wine was opened, a Tusi soldier ran into the tent in a panic and knelt on one knee: "Report! The Ming army has gathered 30,000 troops outside Yunnan Prefecture to attack Lufeng and Wuding!"

Wu Bikui jumped up in shock and felt a chill on his back. "What did you say?" He couldn't believe his ears. Everything was going according to plan, so how could it suddenly change?
The Tusi soldier swallowed his saliva, wiped his sweat and said in a deep voice: "Mu Tianbo joined forces with Shiping Tusi Long Zaitian, Ningzhou Tusi Lu Yongming, Jingdong Tusi Diao Xun, Li'e Tusi Wang Yangzu and more than 30,000 defenders from Yunnan to attack Lufeng and Wuding."

Wu Bikui also wiped his sweat and took a deep breath. He was puzzled: Sha Dingzhou also rebelled, why did he only attack me? He was full of confusion and puzzlement.

Just as he was wondering, another Tusi soldier ran in: "My lord, something big has happened!"

"What's the matter?" Wu Bikui asked impatiently.

"Spies from Yunnan reported that Sha Dingzhou did not rebel but instead obeyed Mu Tianbo's orders and assembled and waited for orders." The soldier said hurriedly.

"What?" Wu Bikui's blood almost froze as if he had fallen into an ice hole. Only then did he understand: Sha Dingzhou was afraid that the Ming army had given up the idea of ​​rebellion, and I, Wu Bikui, had become his abandoned pawn!
Should I fight or surrender? He thought for a while, closed his eyes and sighed. The water has been poured out and the arrow has been shot. It cannot be changed! Mu Tianbo may accept surrender, but those chieftains will definitely not let me go and divide my territory, wealth and population. His heart was filled with helplessness and despair.

"Sir, the Ming army is so powerful, what should we do?" The generals in the tent asked anxiously. They looked at Wu Bikui and waited for his decision.

"Fight!" Wu Bikui clenched his fists and would rather die than surrender! His voice was full of firmness and determination. He knew that this was a battle of life and death, and only by trying his best could he survive.

"Gather all the troops and march south to fight the Ming army to the death!" He ordered loudly. The generals followed his orders and began to gather their troops to prepare for the final battle with the Ming army. They knew it would be a difficult battle, but they were fully prepared.

Yunnan is a place with towering mountains in the northwest and low-lying mountains in the southeast. The terrain is so complex that it is like a maze of nature. Plateaus and mountains are intertwined, and the high and low mountains are like the backbone of a giant dragon, while the hills, basins, and river valleys are like wrinkles on the earth, scattered in this vast land. Mu Tianbo, the guardian of Yunnan, sits in the capital of Yunnan. His eyes are like torches, always paying attention to the slightest movement of this land. And Wu Bikui, the ambitious chieftain, is entrenched in Yuanmou and Shadingzhou, and another force that cannot be underestimated is guarding Mengzi. These places are all the heartland of Yunnan, and each piece of land contains endless stories and disputes.

Except for some scattered river valleys, most of the area is low mountains and hills. Although the terrain is not steep, it is not smooth enough for people to walk on. The roads are all winding along the ups and downs of the terrain, just like the veins of the earth. The army's speed will naturally slow down when marching on such roads. However, this did not stop the Ming army from advancing.

The main force of the Ming army gathered outside the city of Yunnan, ready to go to war. Their military advisor Zhou Ding stood in the middle of the army, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through everything. He was responsible for dispatching everything, and every decision he made was related to the outcome of this war. Mu Tianbo left 8,000 garrisons, partly to prepare for war, and partly to prevent Sha Dingzhou from suddenly rebelling. He knew that although Sha Dingzhou, the chieftain, was submissive to him on the surface, he was full of ambition and unwillingness in his heart.

After hearing the news, Sha Dingzhou was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He knew that his strength was not enough to compete with Mu Tianbo, but he was unwilling to give up. So he endured it and waited for Mu Tianbo to show a flaw. His eyes flashed with cunning light, as if he was planning a shocking conspiracy.

In the blink of an eye, it was early November. The Ming army and Wu Bikui's troops met in Lujin Village, 25 miles south of Wuding City. This place was hilly and relatively flat. The two armies faced each other and set up their battle array, like two beasts ready to fight to the death.

Wu Bikui saw that the Ming army was large in number, covering the mountains and plains, with more than 30,000 soldiers, while his side only had a little over 20,000 soldiers. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He knew that although the forces looked similar, they were actually far apart. His 20,000 soldiers were all out, while the 30,000 Ming army was only temporarily mobilized, and they could continue to mobilize Tusi cave soldiers and county garrisons to reinforce them. His heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, as if he was pressed by a huge rock and couldn't breathe.

The two armies had been facing each other in the field for a long time. As noon was approaching, the Ming army could no longer hold back. They wanted to end the battle quickly and return to the warm camp to enjoy food and rest. Zhou Ding saw the soldiers' impatience and knew that the opportunity for battle was fleeting. So, he gave an order, and the chieftain of Shiping, Long Zaitian, led the left wing troops to rush out first.

Although Long Zaitian was a chieftain, he was loyal to the Ming Dynasty. He had helped the court quell rebellions before, and he was very excited to go on the expedition again. When he saw the central army's flag waved, he quickly ordered the spearmen and sword and shield soldiers to form teams in pairs, with the archers following behind, and they rushed forward after forming a battle formation. His heart was filled with a desire for victory and loyalty to the Ming Dynasty.

Wu Bikui was not to be outdone. He waved his flag to fight, and the troops on the right wing also rushed out. Both sides were Tusi soldiers, and their equipment was similar. They were mainly rattan helmets and rattan armor, which were light and cheap. Although the protection was not good, they were light. Of course, there were also some copper armors, because there was a lot of copper in Yunnan, and the air was humid, so iron armor would rust easily. The weapons were similar, and firearms were rare. Most of them were cold weapons such as spears, waist knives, blunt weapons, darts, bows and arrows. The soldiers of the two armies waved their weapons and shouted loudly, as if they were going to shake the heaven and earth to pieces.

As the drums sounded, the two armies drew closer and closer. The musketeers opened fire first, but the bullets were too sporadic and had limited lethality, so morale was not affected much. Then the archers began to shoot arrows, which fell like rain, and both sides began to charge. The darts flew in the air, and the soldiers rushed forward one after another, with more and more casualties. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, as if it was going to devour people's souls.

With a loud bang, the two armies finally met, and the battle was so brutal. The people in the mountains and forests were used to dealing with wild beasts, and now they treated the enemy as a beast. The spears and sharp blades targeted the enemy's weak points, and each strike contained fatal lethality. The archers kept shooting arrows, and someone fell down with each arrow. At this time, morale is particularly important. Wu Bikui's troops relied on their previous winning streak to be very strong, but what about the Ming army? They have sufficient logistical supplies and reserve troops to back them up, so their morale is naturally high.

Seeing that the attack was blocked, Long Zaitian quickly sent out the cavalry hiding in the back. However, the terrain in central Yunnan was not conducive to cavalry combat, so the Ming army's cavalry were hidden in teams of 300 and looked for opportunities to attack. Wu Bikui was not to be outdone and sent 500 cavalry to go around the back to disrupt the enemy formation. These cavalry were carefully selected warriors, riding tall war horses, holding spears and bows and arrows, like an unstoppable torrent.

The cavalry met behind the hillside, shouts of "Kill" rang out, and both sides drew their swords. They brandished their weapons and hacked at each other. As time went on, the casualties increased. Some soldiers were hacked to the ground, some were shot to death by arrows, and some were trampled to death by horses. The entire battlefield seemed to have become a purgatory on earth, with wailing and screaming everywhere.

Zhou Ding saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly waved the flag to mobilize all the infantry. The Ming army had a large number of people, and they first lined up to charge, then the formation of the central army bulged forward, and all the elite troops were mobilized. Some of these elite troops were transferred from the guards, and some were Mu Tianbo's personal soldiers, and their combat effectiveness was very strong. They held spears and waist knives, shouted slogans that shook the sky, and rushed towards the enemy. Their eyes were full of determination and courage, as if they were going to break all obstacles.

The Ming army began to fire with bird guns and three-eyed guns in turn, and no one could stop the bullets. Wu Bikui's troops began to be in disarray, some soldiers began to flee, and some soldiers began to surrender. Zhou Ding took the opportunity to send out the cavalry hidden in the dark, and a team of 300 people galloped around the battlefield, both to prevent the enemy's sneak attack and to disrupt the enemy's morale. These cavalrymen were like a black whirlwind, galloping freely on the battlefield. Their appearance made Wu Bikui's troops even more confused, and their morale dropped to the lowest point.

Looking for opportunities while running, the Ming cavalry finally found a breakthrough. They were like a sharp knife inserted into the heart of the enemy, catching the enemy off guard. The situation was reversed in an instant, and the Ming army began to gain the upper hand. Their soldiers waved their weapons and chopped at the enemy, and each blow contained fatal lethality. Wu Bikui's troops began to collapse, and they could not withstand the fierce attack of the Ming army. The entire battlefield seemed to have become a slaughterhouse, with enemy corpses and wailing everywhere. In the end, the Ming army won the victory. They successfully defeated Wu Bikui's troops and occupied Lujin Village. The victory of this battle boosted the morale of the Ming army, and they were more determined to eliminate all rebel forces.

Wu Bikui's flanking troops, those originally brave spearmen, now fell like fragile scarecrows under the rain of arrows from the Ming army. Some of the soldiers behind him were so scared that their faces turned pale and their lips trembled, as if they had seen the coming of the god of death; others were in a mess, their spears fell, and they didn't have time to pick them up to resist. Instead, they picked up bows and arrows in a panic and shot at the Ming army. The scene was in chaos.

"This is a godsend!" A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of Chen Dajing, the cavalry general of the Ming army. He patted the flag bearer on the shoulder and signaled him to wave the flag. With the waving of the flag, Chen Dajing led his troops to rush into the enemy formation through the gap. The infantry formation was instantly broken up, and the cavalry galloped across the battlefield like a tiger in a strong wind. The balance of victory had already tilted.

Without spears and chevaux de frise, how could the infantry stop the cavalry's charge? Three hundred cavalrymen poured in from the gap, with the roar of horse hooves, the flying dust, the flash of swords, and the enemy soldiers fell one after another, unstoppable. Just as the fierce battle was in full swing, suddenly a noise was heard from the flank. Turning around, the Ming cavalry rushed left and right, as if they had entered an unmanned area, invincible.

"The Ming cavalry is charging in!" "Stop them quickly!" "Spearmen, push forward, don't retreat!" Wu Bikui's flank troops were in complete chaos, the shouts of the generals and the cries of the soldiers' fears intertwined to form a sea of ​​chaos.

Bi Kui was panicked at first, but his years of battlefield experience helped him calm down quickly. He knew that panic was a sign of incompetence, and only by staying calm could one find a way out. He looked at the battle situation and terrain, thinking about countermeasures in his mind. Looking at the more than a thousand soldiers around him, they were all elites of the tribe, and their eyes were full of determination and trust.

"Hurry up and set up an ambush there, and counterattack when the Ming army arrives." Bi Kui pointed to the earthen slope in the distance and ordered in a deep voice. However, before he finished speaking, the flank had collapsed and the entire army began to flee. The Ming army pursued the victory, and the defeated soldiers fled everywhere like a pile of loose sand. When they encountered an ambush, they reorganized themselves a little, but soon they were defeated again.

The battle lasted from noon to dusk before the Ming army withdrew and returned to the camp. Countless enemy corpses and broken weapons were left on the battlefield, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Bi Kui fled back to Wuding, knowing that he was no match for the enemy, and quietly escaped at night, and sent someone to send a letter of surrender to ask for peace. But the Ming army didn't buy it at all, especially the chieftains, who were eager to divide up his territory, population and wealth so that they could celebrate the New Year.

In Yuanmou's camp, Bi Kui angrily slammed the table, his facial muscles twisted with anger. "I feel so frustrated!" he sighed, "We can't win together, and we can't defend separately. I've never felt so frustrated!" The general next to him wanted to comfort him, but he slapped him instead: "You are almost dead, and you are still saying these harmless words. What time is it now?" The general covered his face and retreated, feeling helpless and aggrieved.

Bi Kui calmed down a little, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided. He thought: I have already lost. There are more than 300 chieftains in Yunnan. I am neither the strongest nor have the appeal. If Sha Dingzhou had not tempted me, how could I have rebelled? Now I am in a dilemma. I am unwilling to surrender, but if I don't surrender, I will die. My family, territory, and wealth will all fall into the hands of others.

"I can't just sit there and wait for death!" Bi Kui stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing with determination. The generals were startled by him and asked him what he was going to do. He said resolutely: "It's not a pity for me to die, but I must drag Sha Dingzhou into the water." The generals wanted to persuade him to think twice before acting, but he stopped them: "Don't persuade me! I will surrender tomorrow. Those who are willing to surrender with me can do so, and those who are not willing can do it themselves."

The next morning, Bi Kui sent someone to deliver a letter of surrender and a secret letter to the Ming army. The letter of surrender detailed Sha Dingzhou's rebellion and betrayal, expressed Bi Kui's regret and determination to seek peace, and the secret letter described in detail Sha Dingzhou's conspiracy and plan, as well as how he tempted Bi Kui to rebel.

Zhou Ding did not dare to make a decision on his own after receiving the letter, and hurriedly reported it to Mu Tianbo. Mu Tianbo looked at the letter in deep thought, frowning. Yu Xipeng stood by and asked carefully the reason. After Mu Tianbo told him the situation, Yu Xipeng frowned and said, "This matter must be handled with caution!"

Mu Tianbo asked him why he said that, and Yu Xipeng analyzed: "Whether the evidence is true or false, Sha Dingzhou can shirk responsibility. If the evidence is true, he can say that he noticed Bi Kui had ulterior motives, so he deliberately rebelled; if the evidence is false, he can even frame Bi Kui in the opposite way."

Mu Tianbo fell into deep thought after hearing this. He was worried that Sha Dingzhou was powerful and if he acted rashly, Yunnan might fall into chaos again. So he asked Yu Xipeng for advice. Yu Xipeng suggested: "Sha Dingzhou should be summoned for a confrontation. If he dares to come, it means he is innocent; if he dares not to come, it means he is guilty."

Mu Tianbo asked about the follow-up plan, and Yu Xipeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Duke! The Tusi soldiers just won a victory. If Sha Dingzhou really rebels, they will definitely pursue him. We can use the territory and wealth of Fen Bikui as an excuse to summon Sha Dingzhou."

Mu Tianbo thought it made sense, so he immediately wrote a letter and sent an envoy to Mengzi to summon Sha Dingzhou. The envoy rode a fast horse, crossed the rugged mountain road, and went straight to Mengzi.

After receiving the letter, Sha Dingzhou clenched his fists and the muscles on his face twisted with anger. Seeing this, Wan Shi hurriedly asked the reason. Sha Dingzhou handed her the letter and said coldly: "Mu Tianbo suspected me and called me to divide the land."

Wan's eyes turned and she asked Sha Dingzhou what to do. Sha Dingzhou sneered and said, "The day when the Ming army returns victorious is the day when I will take over Yunnan Prefecture! How could I be afraid of Mu Tianbo?" His eyes flashed with a cold light, like a beast ready to attack. (End of this chapter)