The Red Mansion: From a Small Pawn to a Leader

The Khalkha Prince was lying on a tiger-skin mattress with a steaming hot towel on his head. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling of the tent.

Suddenly, a hysterical roar was heard outside the tent. The Khalkha Prince came to his senses and looked towards the tent curtain.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of crying were heard outside the tent.

After a long time, a confidant walked in with a gloomy look, knelt down in front of the mattress, his eyes full of desolation: "Your Highness, if this goes on, people's hearts will be scattered! What's the point of fighting a war if you can't even protect your wife and children!" As he said this, he actually cried.

These words made the Khalkha Prince burst into tears that had been suppressed for so long.

At this moment, a nobleman rushed in angrily: "Your Majesty, our people were killed by those bastards from the West Sunite Banner!"

The Khalkha Prince suddenly sat up and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

The noble was silent for a moment, then replied, "Some brothers went to rescue their families. The people of the West Sunite Banner stopped them and a fight broke out."

The Khalkha Prince was silent for a moment, then asked, "How many people died?"

The noble: "More than two hundred people, all shot to death by bows and arrows."

The confidant stood up suddenly and said, "I'm going to kill these beasts!"

"Isn't it chaotic enough?" The Khalkha Prince stopped him.

The confidant: "Your Majesty."

The Khalkha Prince looked at the nobleman and asked, "What's the situation over there now?"

The noble said: "The two princes sent people to attack us, and we could faintly hear the sound of arrows breaking through the air."

The Khalkha Prince nodded and said that the Three Thousand Camps were just inside the mountain road.

The noble suddenly remembered: "This matter was opposed by the prince of the Western Sunite Banner, who said that we just need to wait. He also did not allow our people to collect the bodies of their relatives. The traps near the mountain pass were filled with corpses."

The Khalkha Prince's eyes flashed: "I understand. Go back and appease everyone, tell them that only by destroying the Beijing Camp can we avenge our relatives, be patient!"

The noble felt very uncomfortable for a while, but he could only respond and leave.

The Khalkha Prince sighed and said to his confidant: "Tell the people outside that the 3,000-man battalion will definitely break through tonight. Let everyone rest well and prepare for the next battle."

The confidant: "Yeah."

Just as the confidant left, a noble came in hurriedly: "Your Majesty!"

The Khalkha Prince's eyes lit up: "Found it?"

Noble: "Found it. The main force of Xilin Gol League is hiding in a valley more than a hundred miles away. There are at least 20,000 to 30,000 troops there!" At this point, he said with resentment, "The Xilin Gol League is really ambitious. If the prince hadn't noticed something was wrong, we would have been tricked by them!"

The Khalkha Prince stood up, walked to the low table, picked up a pen and began to write.

After finishing writing, the Khalkha Prince picked up the ink paper, blew on it, and then said: "Go to Suiyuan City and give it to the Prince of the Urad tribe. Remember, do not let anyone find out!" Then he handed over the ink paper.

The nobleman shouted back, "Yes!"

The Khalkha Prince walked to the window, looked into the distance, and said worriedly: "May the Eternal Heaven protect us."

At the foot of the Daqing Mountains, Xilingol League Deputy Chief and Western Sunite Banner Prince Xiong sat on a big white horse, looking at the demoralized Ulanqab League coalition forces with a hint of a smile on his lips.

There is only one winner in this war, and that is Xilin Gol League! Destroy the Jingying, annex the Ulanqab League and the Chahar Tribe, and then destroy the dog of the Jurchens, Korchin, unify the prairie, and enter the Central Plains. Restore the glory of the Mongols!

As night falls, the grassland becomes peaceful.

Under the bright moonlight, Li Hu walked aimlessly in the central army camp with his hands behind his back. Wang Daniu spoke up: "Why is it so bright tonight?"

Li Hu stopped, the sky was full of twinkling stars, the night sky turned deep blue, showing an auspicious sign!
At this time, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came over, and everyone looked over.

A sentry came over here at the whip of his horse, and when he reached Li Hu, he pulled the reins, jumped off his horse, and reported loudly: "General, the Mongols in Suiyuan City have withdrawn, and only a small number of troops are left in Guihua City."

Li Hu: "Oh? Which direction did they retreat to?"

The scout said: "After leaving the city, they headed northeast."

Li Hu's eyes flashed: "Didn't you go to Daqing Mountain?"

The sentry said: "No."

Li Hu: "Let's explore again."

The scout said: “Yes.” and ran out of the camp again.

Wang Daniu: "Could it be a trap?"

Li Hu did not answer. He walked back and forth for a few steps with his hands behind his back, then said, "Send the commanders of each camp to the central army tent for discussion, and at the same time order the deputy commanders of each camp to prepare for the move." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the central army tent.
The moonlight and starlight also quietly sprinkled at the foot of the Daqing Mountain.

Prince Mao Ming Anbu put down the telescope and looked at the starry sky again. "The stars are bright tonight, and we can see very far. The Three Thousand Battalion will definitely take the opportunity to break through!"

The four princes and the Chahar prince nodded in unison.

The prince of Xisunite Banner blinked his eyes for a while, then winked at his confidants around him.

The confidant understood and quietly retreated.

The Prince of Maoming'an: "The Han people like to attack the camp in the second half of the night, and I think they will also choose to break out in the second half of the night. The morale of the Khalkha tribe is low, so we don't need them to guard here. Let's split into two groups to rest. The Chahar tribe and the Western Sunite Banner will rest first."

The prince of the West Sunite Banner rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "You should go and rest first. Go, leave this to us in the West Sunite Banner."

The Prince of Maoming'an, the Prince of the Fourth Prince, and the Prince of Chahar looked at each other. Are they so kind?
The prince of the Western Sunite Banner deliberately stopped laughing: "Why, you don't believe me?"

"Then thank you for your help, Your Highness!" The Khalkha Prince walked over holding the arm of his confidant.

The prince of Xisunite Banner smiled and said, "It's my duty. It's cold at night, why are you here?"

The Khalkha County Prince interrupted him directly: "The Three Thousand Battalion will definitely launch an attack at five o'clock in the morning, so please hold on for a while longer. After midnight tonight, we can change people at midnight tomorrow night."

The prince of Xisunite Banner hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

The Khalkha Prince smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness." He bowed and left with the three princes.

The prince of the Western Sunite Banner looked at their receding backs, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and then said to a confidant: "Wait until their people withdraw, and fill those traps for me immediately!"

On the other side, the Khalkha Prince said to the three princes as he walked, "Go back and eat, but don't rest."

The Fourth Prince: "What's wrong?"

The Khalkha Prince sneered and said, "You will know when the time comes."

At the same time, a large group of cattle were driven out from the depths of the mountain road. Looking closely, weapons were tied to the horns of these cattle and bundles of hay were tied to their tails.

Behind the herd of cattle followed the cavalry in helmets and armor. (End of this chapter)