Huangming

Chapter 394 Capturing the Khan Alive, Shaking the Steppes

The Ordos of the Chahar tribe.

Wanhu Changmaohan was hunched over, his fingers tracing lines in the ledger, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:
"Great Khan, the count is complete! There are a total of 10,300 Khorchin prisoners in the camp, of which more than 4,600 are able-bodied men and women, and the rest are mostly the elderly, women and children."

There are a total of 9,800 cattle and sheep, including more than 3,000 adult ewes, who will surely give birth in the spring; there are also 36 carts of grain and 28 carts of frozen meat, enough to last our people until March next year!

"Okay! Okay!"

Lin Danhan slammed his hand on the armrest of the soft couch. The fatigue of the past few days finally disappeared from his sallow face, and his eyes shone like fire.

"With these, not only will we be able to get through the winter, but we can also gather some scattered tribes in the spring and expand the pasture further south!"

These past few days, the pressure that had been building up in my heart has finally been released.

After the defeat at Kaiyuan, he led his remaining troops on a life of wandering across the snowy plains, but now he finally has the confidence to catch his breath.

But before his smugness could even linger, a strange sound slipped in through the gaps in the tent flap.

At first, there was only the faint sound of horses' hooves treading on the snow, like distant rumbling thunder. Then came the crisp clang of weapons clashing, and finally, an overwhelming chorus of battle cries, accompanied by wind and snow, swept in from the south like a tsunami, making even the felt cloth covering the erhu's ears tremble slightly.

"what sound?"

Lin Danhan's smile froze instantly, and he sat up abruptly.

Before he could react, the tent flap was flung open with a "whoosh," and a guard stumbled in, his voice trembling uncontrollably:
"Great Khan! Something terrible has happened! The Ming army and the Khorchin cavalry are attacking! They're only half a mile from the camp!"

"What did you say?!"

Lin Danhan was struck dumb, and he sprang up from the soft couch, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"They really dare to come?! Aren't they going to stop pursuing Huang Taiji?"

He stared intently at the bodyguard, as if trying to discern any trace of "joke" on the other's face.

He had calculated that the Ming army's focus was on Huang Taiji, which was why he dared to leave supplies behind. But the news he was about to receive completely shattered his wishful thinking.

"it is true!"

The guard fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the carpet.

"I saw with my own eyes the bright yellow 'Liu' character banner, as well as the wolf-head banner of the Khorchin. The cavalry were densely packed and stretched as far as the eye could see!"
Bu and that fellow were still shouting on the front lines, "We'll raze our camp to the ground and rescue the Khorchin prisoners!"

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

Lin Dan was so angry that he trembled all over. He raised his hand and swept the sheepskin ledger on the table to the ground, scattering scraps of paper all over the ledger.

He was certain that the Ming army would prioritize pursuing Huang Taiji, which is why he dared to speak harshly to Liu Xingzuo. But now, with the Ming army's sword at his throat, his "calculation" has become a joke.

"Sweat!"

Wanhu Changmaohan hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Lindanhan's arm, his voice trembling but still somewhat clear-headed.

"Now is not the time to lose our temper! The Ming army is coming in strong, we need to prepare quickly!"
"In the Battle of Kaiyuan, we lost 3,000 Kheshig soldiers, and now we only have a little over 10,000 left. If they are scattered by the Ming army, the Chahar tribe will be truly finished! We cannot afford to lose again!"

Lin Danhan's chest heaved violently as he looked at Mao Han's anxious face.

He took a deep breath, a desperate glint in his eyes: "Pass on my order! Mobilize the entire Kheshig army!"

"Great Khan, the Kheshig army is our last elite force..."

Mao Han was stunned for a moment. When he was defeated at Kaiyuan, Ligdan Khan was reluctant to use the Kheshig army, which led to the rout. Now he was going to gamble everything.

"You have to let go, even if you don't want to!"

Lin Danhan interrupted him, his voice filled with a do-or-die determination.

"Tell Agula, the commander of the Kheshig army, to lead all the Kheshig troops to confront the Ming army head-on!"

Bring me back Liu Xingzuo's head at all costs!

"Kill Liu Xingzuo, and the Ming army will surely fall into chaos!"

He clenched his fists. This last of the Kheshig troops was the only remaining elite force of his Chahar tribe. They were fast horses and accurate arrows, and in the past they had never been able to defeat anyone on the grasslands. Now he could only rely on them.

"Yes! I will go and relay the order immediately!"

Mao Han dared not delay and quickly rushed out of the Woerduo.

after awhile.

Lin Danhan walked to the tent flap and lifted a corner to look outside.

On the snow-covered ground to the south, bright yellow and black flags were intertwined, the cold glint of weapons flashed in the wind and snow, and shouts of battle and the neighing of warhorses rose and fell.

His heart was in his throat, and he muttered to himself, "Agul, don't let me down..."

now.

On the snowfield south of the camp, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

The Chahar Kheshig army was indeed fierce, riding fast horses and weaving through the Ming army's lines, their powerful bows constantly firing arrows that flew "whoosh" toward the Ming cavalry.

They were well-versed in the "pull-and-run tactics" of the steppe cavalry, striking and retreating without ever engaging the Ming army in direct combat.

After all, their leather armor couldn't withstand the Ming army's steel swords, so they could only harass and delay the enemy with mounted archery.

"General, these Tartars dare not get close! If this continues, our strength will be exhausted!"

The Ming army's deputy general spurred his horse forward, pointing anxiously at the Kheshig troops constantly roaming in front of the battle lines.

Hundreds of his cavalrymen had been hit by arrows; while not all were fatal, it had affected their morale.

Liu Xingzuo reined in his horse, his gaze sweeping over the formation of the Kheshig army, then looking at the black fox fur tavern in the distance.

That was the core of the Chahar tribe; Ligdan Khan was definitely inside.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he instantly devised a plan: "Send the order! The musketeers in the center, form ranks; the cavalry on the left flank, hold back the Kheshig army; the right flank, follow me, and charge straight at Ligdan Khan's ordnance!"

"General, shall we go and attack Ordos?" The lieutenant was taken aback.

"Correct!"

Liu Xingzuo drew his curved sword, the tip pointing towards the direction of the Wo'er.

"The Kheshig army is Ligdan Khan's lifeline. If we attack his stronghold, they will surely return to defend! Then, let's see how they can hide!"

Attack where they must defend – this was Nurhaci's battle tactic!

Having spent so many years with the Jurchens, Liu Xingzuo was very familiar with this set of tactics.

The order was quickly passed on.

The Ming army's left-wing cavalry immediately accelerated, maneuvering around the Kheshig army's flank and rear, while the musketeers lined up in three rows in front of the formation.

The sound of gunfire rang out in the wind and snow, and lead bullets whistled as they flew towards the warhorses of the Kheshig army.

The right-wing cavalry followed Liu Xingzuo, rushing towards Ordos like an unstoppable torrent.

as predicted.

Upon seeing the Ming army charging straight towards Ordos, Agula, the commander of the Kheshig army, changed his expression drastically.

If the Ordos is destroyed, even if Liu Xingzuo is killed, he will still be held responsible.

"Withdraw! Return to defend Ordos!"

Agula gave a stern order, and the Kheshig troops, who had been roaming around, instantly turned their horses around and galloped towards Ordos.

However, this retreat led them right into Liu Xingzuo's trap.

The Ming army's left-wing cavalry immediately caught up, and the lead bullets from the musketeers kept falling behind the Kheshig troops, with many cavalrymen being shot and falling from their horses.

When the Kheshig army finally reached the vicinity of Ordos to protect Ligdan Khan, they found that the Ming army had already formed a battle array. Their bright armor gleamed coldly in the snow, and their steel swords were drawn, waiting for them to walk into their trap.

"kill!"

Liu Xingzuo was the first to charge forward, his scimitar slashing at a Kheshig cavalryman.

The cavalryman hurriedly raised his sword to parry, but his leather armor was no match for the Ming army's steel blades.

With a "crack," the blade was cleaved in two, and the steel knife slashed across his shoulder, instantly staining the snow red with blood.

The Kheshig army was forced to engage in close combat with the Ming army, but the disparity in equipment between them was simply too great.

The Ming army's Mingguang armor could block most arrows and sword cuts, and the musketeers continued to fire from the flanks. The Kheshig's leather armor could only barely protect their vitals. Many of them were hit by muskets or cut down by Ming soldiers' steel swords as soon as they charged forward.

In the Ordos.

Lin Danhan lifted a corner of the tent flap, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

His once-proud Kheshig army was now in complete disarray, like a flock of sheep scattered by a storm.
Some soldiers were knocked off their horses by Ming cavalry, while others threw down their scimitars and knelt down to beg for mercy, only to be pushed by their comrades behind them to continue their escape.

Even the black wolf flag that symbolized the elite Kheshig army was cut in half by the Ming army, and the flag fell into the snow where there were corpses.

Lin Danhan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva. His previous arrogance had vanished without a trace, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

He originally thought that the Ming army would retreat because they were afraid of pursuing Huang Taiji, and he thought that his Kheshig army could defeat these thousands of Ming soldiers, but the scene in front of him was a slap in the face.

The Ming cavalrymen were like hungry wolves, tearing open a gap with each charge. The Khorchin cavalrymen, with bloodshot eyes, launched a frenzied counterattack, and the Chahar tribe's defenses were on the verge of complete collapse.

"Run! We have to run!"

An idea began to grow wildly in his mind. He even forgot that Mao Han was waiting for his command inside the tent, and turned around and rushed out of the tent.

"Great Khan! You can't leave!"

Seeing this unusual behavior, Mao rushed forward and grabbed his arm tightly.

The head of the Chahar tribe had a face full of anxiety and pleading.

"You are the Great Khan of Chahar. If you leave, the morale of the army will completely collapse! At that time, let alone these spoils of war, we won't even be able to defend our pastures in the northern desert!"

He gripped Lin Danhan tightly, his voice trembling with tears: "The Ming army only has five thousand men, while we still have ten thousand remnants! As long as you stay and supervise the battle, we can win even if we fight to the death! If we retreat any further, we will truly have no way to survive!"

Lin Danhan acted as if he hadn't heard, forcefully shaking off Mao Han's hand, his tone filled with panic:

"Win? How can we win? Didn't you see that even the Kheshig army couldn't win? If we stay any longer, we'll all die here!"

He pointed at the defeated soldiers outside the tent, his eyes darting away.

"Chief, I'm leaving this place to you. I'll go to a safe area in the northwest and start commanding from a distance once we've stabilized the situation!"

Looking at the fear in Lin Danhan's eyes and feeling the emptiness in his hands, Mao Han's heart sank to the bottom.

He gazed at the once spirited and confident man before him, now only concerned with fleeing for his life, his lips moved, but ultimately only a heavy sigh escaped his lips, which he murmured to himself:

"The Chahar tribe... is really doomed."

Lindan Khan completely ignored Mao Khan's disappointment. He didn't even have time to take the gold and silver from the ordnance. He just grabbed the riding whip handed to him by his personal guard, lifted the curtain, and staggered onto a fast horse.

Dozens of guards surrounded him closely, protecting the nine-awned white flag that symbolized the "majesty of the Great Khan," as they sped off towards the snow-covered plains in the northwest.

Horse hooves pounded through the snow, splashing snowflakes that landed on the fleeing men, but no one dared to look back at the battlefield behind them.

All of this was clearly seen by Liu Xingzuo on the high slope.

He watched the nine-awned white flag rapidly disappear into the distance and snorted coldly:
"Lindan Khan, this Horqin Grassland is not a place you can come and plunder as you please, or flee as you please?"

He recalled the contents of the former emperor's secret letter regarding the management of the grasslands:

"To govern the grasslands, one must either command respect or secure the borders."

If we let Ligdan Khan escape today, not only will the prestige of the Ming Dynasty be damaged, but the grassland tribes will also look down on the Ming army in the future.

Capturing this "remnant of the false Yuan dynasty" was his first step in conquering the grasslands!
"Lindan Khan has fled! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Liu Xingzuo suddenly opened his throat, his voice piercing through the wind and snow, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

Upon seeing this, the guards behind him immediately took turns shouting, and the cries of "Those who surrender will not be killed" exploded like thunder in the ears of every Chahar soldier.

The Chahar soldiers who were resisting were already reluctant to retreat due to the defeat of the Kheshig army. When they heard that "Lindan Khan has fled" and saw that the nine-pronged white flag was indeed moving away, their last fighting spirit collapsed instantly.

Someone was the first to throw away their scimitar, kneel in the snow, and put their hands on their head.

Some people turned and ran, but were caught up by Ming cavalry behind them and cut down from their horses with a single blow.

Some who managed to escape simply ran frantically away from the battlefield, ignoring their comrades' cries for help.

Without the morale of the troops, all that remained was a futile struggle.

The Ming cavalrymen were like tigers among sheep, galloping across the battlefield.

They rode after the fleeing remnants of the army, their scimitars flashing, blood splattering on the snow, only to be quickly covered by new snow.

More and more people are surrendering.

Many Ming soldiers began to dismount and gather the surrendered soldiers, linking them together with ropes to prevent anyone from escaping.

The Khorchin cavalry charged into the camp and rescued their imprisoned relatives, with cheers and cries mingling together.

On the battlefield, Liu Xingzuo reined in his horse and stood on a high slope, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. He looked down at the Ming army and Khorchin cavalry chasing and annihilating the remaining enemy, his eyes showing no pity, but rather a hint of pleasure.

but.

When his gaze swept towards the northwest direction where Ligdan Khan had fled, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he pointed his riding whip sharply in that direction:

"Send five hundred cavalrymen in pursuit! Ligdan Khan cannot escape!"

He knew that capturing this "remnant of the false Yuan dynasty" would not only deter the various tribes of the grasslands, but also completely eliminate any possibility of the Chahar tribe making a comeback.

This is a crucial step for the Ming Dynasty to establish its authority on the grasslands, and it must not be failed.

"I am willing to go!"

Buhe responded almost immediately.

He had just rescued a few surviving relatives from the camp, and witnessed firsthand the burning of the Khorchin tribe's tents, the looting of their cattle and sheep, and the corpses of their people lying in the snow. His anger had already reached its peak.

Before Liu Xingzuo could give any further instructions, he had already leaped onto a sturdy Mongolian horse, with the Khorchin cavalry following behind.

Most of them were equipped with three horses each, having already prepared replacement warhorses to deal with the pursuit at this moment.

"Lin Danhan! You can't escape!"

With a roar, Buhe spurred his horse into the snowstorm, followed closely by five hundred cavalrymen. Their hooves pounded the snow, leaving a deep trail on the snowfield as they galloped toward the direction in which Ligdan Khan had fled.

In the snow.

A chase ensued on the grassland.

Lin Danhan lay prone on his horse, gripping the reins tightly, while his guards protected him and desperately urged the horse to gallop.

But in their hasty escape, they only took one horse for a change of mount. After running less than twenty miles, the warhorse began to pant heavily, white foam spilled from the corners of its mouth, and its four hooves staggered.

After running another ten miles, the warhorse finally gave out, its front legs buckled, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud, throwing Lin Danhan violently onto the snow.

"Trash! Useless things!"

Lin Danhan, his body aching from the fall, got up and cursed at his fallen warhorse, then hurriedly turned to his guards:
"Quick! Give me your horse!"

Before the guards could even dismount, the rapid sound of hooves and shouts of battle came from behind, like the urgent beat of a death knell, growing ever closer:
"Lindan Khan! Die!"

Buhe took the lead, and although his warhorse was also breathing heavily, it still had plenty of power.

He changed horses twice along the way, all for this moment.

The cavalrymen behind him also raised their scimitars, forming a fan shape to surround Ligdan Khan and his personal guards.

Looking at the dense array of gleaming blades around him and feeling the cold snowflakes hitting his face, Lin Danhan's last shred of hope was completely shattered.

He staggered back two steps, his gaze sweeping over the Ming soldiers and Khorchin cavalrymen holding muskets and drawing their bows, his throat bobbing involuntarily as he swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva.

"Don't kill me! I'm willing to surrender!"

He suddenly knelt down, his voice trembling with sobs, the former majesty of the "Khan of the Grasslands" long gone.

All the glory left by our ancestors, all the hegemony of the southern grasslands, became insignificant bubbles in the face of "survival".

He didn't even dare to look up at the cavalrymen surrounding him, staring intently at the snow on the ground, fearing that an arrow would pierce his chest at any moment.

His bodyguards looked at each other, their eyes filled with disappointment and helplessness.

They were once the most loyal guards of the Chahar tribe, following Ligdan Khan in his campaigns across the north and south. But now that their own Khan has already knelt down and surrendered, why should they continue to resist?
Someone was the first to throw away his scimitar, which clattered to the snow. Immediately afterward, the rest of the guards also laid down their weapons and surrendered.

Buhelema stood before Ligdan Khan, looking down at the "master of the steppe" kneeling in the snow, his eyes filled with disdain.

He remembered what the elders in his clan had told him when he was a child.

The Great Khan of the grasslands was a true hero, one who would rather die in battle than kneel and beg for mercy.

But Lin Danhan in front of me is not even as good as a dog.

"You have completely disgraced the Mongolians."

Buhe spoke coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

If all the Khans of the grasslands were as cowardly as Ligdan Khan, then the Mongols would forever remain slaves to others and would never be able to hold their heads high.

He was too lazy to say another word to Lin Danhan, and simply raised his hand and waved.

Two Khorchin guards immediately dismounted, took out ropes, and tied Lindan Khan up tightly.

The rope dug into his flesh, but he didn't even dare to struggle. He just lowered his head, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Buhe turned his horse around, no longer glancing at Lindan Khan, and gave orders to the cavalry behind him:
"Take him back and hand him over to Wilhelm for disposal!"

After saying that, he spurred his horse and galloped towards the battlefield.

In the wind and snow, only the figure of Lindan Khan tied to his horse remained, along with his nine-awning white flag, which once symbolized the "majesty of the Great Khan" but was now covered in snowflakes, fluttering helplessly in the cold wind.

soon.

The news that "Lindan Khan has been captured alive" was then relayed to Liu Xingzuo by scouts.

Even though Liu Xingzuo maintained his composure, an undisguised surge of ecstasy instantly erupted in his eyes.

"Okay! Okay!"

"Hahahaha!"

Liu Xingzuo burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the vast grassland.

Capturing Ligdan Khan alive is an achievement that will shake the grasslands.

In terms of significance, it is second only to the killing of Nurhaci in the Red River Valley!

It should be noted that although Ligdan Khan had fallen on hard times, he was the last Khan on the grasslands to claim the title of "descendant of the Yuan Dynasty".

Capturing him would not only thoroughly intimidate the various tribes of the southern grasslands, but also prove to His Majesty that Liu Xingzuo has the ability to manage the grasslands!

He immediately dismounted and strode to Lindan Khan, who was being escorted over.

The once invincible Khan of the steppes was now bound tightly with ropes, his fur hat askew, his face covered in snow and disheveled, and he had long lost any of the majesty of the "Lord of 400,000 Mongols".

Liu Xingzuo circled around him, a cold smile playing on his lips:
"Lindan Khan, didn't you want to be an enemy of the Ming Dynasty? Didn't you want to seize the resources of the Khorchin? Why aren't you being tough now?"

Liu Xingzuo's sarcasm was very direct: Lin Dan, are you not awesome anymore?

At this moment, the Khan of the grasslands lowered his head, not daring to breathe, staring intently at the snow on the ground, without even the courage to refute.

Upon seeing Lin Danhan like this, Liu Xingzuo instantly lost any desire to tease him.

Insulting a dead dog will only make you look bad.

Liu Xingzuo turned to his personal guards and shouted:

"Give me the order."

"Spread the news of Ligdan Khan's capture throughout the battlefield! The remaining Chahar soldiers who surrender will not be killed, but those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

Upon hearing this order...

Liu Xingzuo's personal guards immediately shouted the news throughout the battlefield.

Those Chahar elites who were still putting up a stubborn resistance were already demoralized by the escape of the Khan. Upon hearing that the Khan had been captured, their last will to resist collapsed instantly.

One by one, they threw down their weapons, knelt down, raised their hands, and shouted "We are willing to surrender." In less than half an hour, nearly 10,000 Chahar cavalrymen laid down their weapons and were taken in and guarded by the Ming army.

Five thousand Ming soldiers and Khorchin cavalry defeated nearly twenty thousand Chahar troops and captured their commander, Ligdan Khan, which was undoubtedly a resounding victory.

however.

Liu Xingzuo looked at the prisoners strung together with ropes, but he felt no relief whatsoever.

Although Ligdan Khan was captured, Huang Taiji was still on the run with the looted supplies. If he were allowed to escape back to Hetu Ala, it would be difficult to encircle and annihilate him in the future.

Just as he was feeling anxious, a bright yellow flag suddenly appeared on the snow-covered plain to the south, with the character "Chen" on it standing out prominently.

Chen Ce's rear guard has arrived!

Liu Xingzuo was overjoyed. He immediately mounted his horse and, with a few personal guards, galloped toward the group.

Chen Ce stood at the front of the group, his face showing signs of travel fatigue, yet he remained composed.

Upon seeing Liu Xingzuo arrive, he immediately dismounted, cupped his hands, and laughed, "Weilübo, what skill you possess! To capture Ligdan Khan alive is a tremendous achievement!"

The news that Ligdan Khan, the Great Khan of the Ming army, had been captured alive naturally reached Chen Ce's ears as well.

With scouts reporting back from the front, Chen Ce was quite clear about the changes in the battle situation here.

"You're too kind, Commander Chen."

Liu Xingzuo also dismounted, but he had no time for pleasantries and instead said somewhat anxiously:

"Although Lindan Khan has been captured, it has bought us a considerable amount of time. We cannot let Huang Taiji escape."

My scouts have been keeping a close eye on Huang Taiji, and they report back every half hour. He's marching slowly with cattle, sheep, and prisoners; we should be able to catch up.”

Chen Ce nodded, patted Liu Xingzuo on the shoulder, and said confidently:

"Don't worry, Lord Weilu, Huang Taiji won't go far. With so much baggage and prisoners, he can only travel a maximum of thirty li a day."

General Li Bingcheng had already led his troops to ambush him on his only route back to Hetu Ala; key passes like Sarhu and Abudaligang were blocked by our men.

He had his guards unfold a map, and immediately began pointing out the routes on it, his eyes gleaming with strategic brilliance.
"What we need to do now is to drive him into the 'pocket' from behind."

You lead your cavalry to stick close to him, harassing him daily to slow his progress; I will lead my infantry to escort prisoners and gather supplies, and then follow up.

Once the encirclement tightens, even if Huang Taiji had three heads and six arms, he wouldn't be able to escape our grasp. Then, he would become our prisoner, just like Ligdan Khan!

Upon hearing this, Liu Xingzuo's anxiety subsided considerably.

"There's no time to lose, I'll lead my troops in pursuit right away! I'll leave these prisoners and supplies to Commander Chen to handle."

His troops were mostly cavalry, suitable for pursuit; while Chen Ce's infantry excelled in defense and escort, making the division of labor perfect.

"Wait a minute."

Chen Ce called out to him, then turned around and shouted behind him, "Zhang Mingshi!"

A general in light armor immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Your subordinate is here!"

"You will lead your four hundred cavalrymen to pursue Huang Taiji alongside Weilubo."

Chen Ce's tone was serious.

"If we encounter danger, we must remind Weilubo not to be reckless. Huang Taiji is very cunning and ten times more difficult to deal with than Ligdan Khan. If we fall into his ambush, we will suffer more losses than gains."

Zhang Mingshi responded to the order, and the four hundred cavalrymen immediately separated from the infantry and formed a neat array, awaiting Liu Xingzuo's command.

Liu Xingzuo felt a warmth in his heart and cupped his hands to Chen Ce, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Commander Chen! But rest assured, I know what I'm doing and will never fall for Huang Taiji's treacherous scheme!"

In his view, no matter how cunning Huang Taiji was, he could not change the fact that the Ming army was now far stronger than his own.

As long as nothing major goes wrong.

Victory will surely be his.

Liu Xingzuo immediately mounted his horse, his gaze sweeping over his cavalrymen, his eyes blazing with fury.

When he was a general in the Jin army, he had to kneel and kowtow to Huang Taiji and other nobles from Jianzhou, calling them "slaves." He would never forget that humiliation.

Now, he is the Earl of Weilu in the Ming Dynasty, holding the sword of revenge in his hand. All the humiliations of the past will be transformed into the driving force for today's battle!
"Set off! Pursue Huang Taiji!"

Liu Xingzuo drew his scimitar, pointed it in the direction of Hetu Ala, and spoke with a strong and resounding voice.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Thousands of cavalrymen shouted in unison and galloped off in the direction Huang Taiji had fled.

Liu Xingzuo reined in his horse and walked at the front of the group.

He stared intently at the distant snowfield, the anger in his eyes almost tangible.

Huang Taiji!
This battle will be your death!

The humiliation of these years, and the blood debt you owe to the Ming Dynasty, should all be repaid!

Let me send you to the underworld so you can reunite with Nurhaci and his son!
ps:
7100 words

The extra chapter will be a little late; those who don't stay up late can read it tomorrow morning.

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