Batu Mengke has not ordered a siege for several days. After all, the morale of the tribal coalition has almost dropped to freezing point, and everyone has begun to flee, and the morale of the army is unstable, and there is a sign that the building is about to collapse.

In this case, ordering a strong attack against the will of the people is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. It is more likely that a loose allies will collapse in a sudden.

But just tonight, he suddenly convened a military convention.

Batu Mengke, staring at his blood-red eyes, no longer pounded the desk anxiously, and his previous arrogantness and arrogance were completely gone.

However, a touch of indescribable paranoidness flashed on his face as he looked around the leaders of the tribes in his tent, and then disappeared.

Facing the tribal leaders who were different in the center of the account and were clearly distinguished invisibly, he slowly spoke: "In three days, launch a final siege."

"If we break through the Great Wall at that time, we don't need to mention anything more; even if we cannot break it, we will be worthy of the will of the Heaven of Eternity and make a comeback in another day."

After such words, he felt that he would eventually win the consent of the tribe leaders.

After all, these days, the tribal leaders have been clamoring to retreat in their ears. Now they can get what they want as long as they pay the price of the last siege. What reason do they have to refuse?

However, no one knew that he was insincere at this time. This strategy was a meticulous conspiracy.

Batu Mengke's real purpose was to allow the warriors of those tribes to launch a general attack to restrain the troops on the Yansui line. And he would lead the elite left and right wings under his command to raid Datong Town during this general attack.

Yes, after these days of meditation, he finally came up with this strategy to save face.

According to the news that He Jin had been coming a few days ago, the border troops around the Ming Dynasty have been transferred to the Yansui line. As long as those tribes launch a general attack and suddenly attack the Datong line, they will definitely be able to break through easily.

By then, a large-scale killing and plundering will not only slap the Ming Dynasty heavily in the face, but also consolidate his position as the Khan on the grassland.

The principle of the strong prey on the weak has always been adhered to on the grassland, and only the real strong can laugh to the end.

As long as their plan succeeds, what if those tribes find that they have been deceived? If they give a little compensation, they will be grateful to themselves.

However, what surprised him was that after the military order was issued, there was not much reaction in the tent.

Needless to mention the tribal leaders who were close to him, the strange thing was that those tribal leaders who were hostile to him looked at him one by one, with a very strange look.

It was a joking look, as if watching a poor actor perform alone.

Batu Mengke couldn't help but feel guilty, and then he thought that he hadn't mentioned his strategy to anyone, so he became even more confused.

"Do you guys have nothing to say?"

"Well... I think it's better not to do that. It's better to go back to the desert tomorrow if Dayan's sweat is gone." Just when Batu Mengke couldn't figure it out, the curtain of the golden tent was lifted up, and a boy wearing a sheepskin coat walked in, saying the Ming Dynasty's words.

He looked around and continued to chuckle, "A few of you are here plotting the Great Wall defense line of the Ming Dynasty. Why don't you call me such a good thing?"

Everyone in the tent was shocked. This was a large camp of the central army. There were at least a dozen experts from the nearby light and dark, so why did this person break in?

One of the tribal leaders in the corner responded the fastest. A cold light flashed by. He pulled out the scimitar from his waist, hit the throat of the visitor, and asked in Mongolian words: "Who are you?"

The person who came was not afraid, obviously understood this Mongolian word, but still smiled and replied in Chinese: "Actually, we have seen each other, but the distance is too far and we can't recognize it."

Unfortunately, this tribal leader obviously couldn't understand Chinese, so he couldn't help but look at the leaders who knew Chinese.

At this moment, the visitor suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of the tribe leader. He suddenly exerted force. The tribe leader felt that his arm was about to be broken, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground with a snail.

"I am the guy who stands at the top of the Great Wall every day and eats cooking with the fire sieve. In the Ming Dynasty, he was a member of the Mutual Market Department of the Ministry of Commerce, and in the Mongolejin Ministry, his Dalu Hachi, who was in charge of the United Front Work Department..."

The boy then raised his head slightly and showed a bright and friendly smile: "My name is He Jin, and his name is Runde."

In an instant, the whole tent was like a furious.

All the tribe leaders drew out scimitars, and a few of them were still unbelievable, and asked in a stiff Chinese language: "You, are you that He Jin?"

He Jin took a step back and asked Batu Mengke loudly: "Dayan Khan, can you speak Chinese?... Stop them quickly if you can say something, otherwise the next scene will probably be difficult to deal with."

Batu Mengke, with an extremely sinister expression, sneered and asked in skillful Chinese language: "You broke into my tent, and you thought you could escape unstoppable?"

"Then don't think about how I got here?" He Jin said indifferently, "Also, don't think about what consequences will be if I don't go back on time?"

Dayan Khan was also a hero of a generation, and immediately waved his hand to stop the guards rushing into the tent. Then, he comforted the tribe leaders in Mongolian language.

The tribal leaders of Qiu Han stared at the bold and arrogant boy and were speechless for a moment.

When I put away the machete, I couldn't help feeling a little lonely: Oh, I should learn a foreign language. Now no matter what others want to say, I can't understand it...

At this time, Batu Mengke had already changed into a polite smile and said, "If I guessed correctly, it should be that Yuanwailang He had won over the general leaders in the tent. If they were not for being stingy, how could you have been able to get into this place!"

Compared to Batu Mengke's anger, He Jin looked familiar and said, "It doesn't take it so bad that Dayan Khan is, after all, these tribal leaders are also kind."

"I invited me to come here just to have a good talk with you. Otherwise, if you fight and kill without saying a word, it will hurt you and you will be more friendly and unnecessary, right?"

Batu Mengke was so angry that he laughed, saying, "Just relying on these people?... Even if they are united together, they are not opponents of our Chahar tribe!"

"What about the army of 200,000 in the Ming Dynasty?" He Jin raised his eyes and said lightly.

As a commander Khan, Batumuk instantly thought of such terrible consequences: if these tribes launch a rebellion without warning, the Ming Dynasty will definitely be heard. At that time, his tribe hastily responded and could not defeat the strange firearms like the Ming Dynasty, and it may not last long and it will be defeated thousands of miles.

Wait...If this is the case, why would this young man come and have a trip?

Thinking of this, his doubtful eyes couldn't help but look over.

He Jin had already sat down slowly and spread his hands helplessly and said, "Of course I want to do this too. After all, it is a military achievement that has been recorded in history."

"It's a pity that these tribes don't want to fight at all, and I don't want to let the grassland creatures get rid of this vast market." He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "There's no way, I can only come here to see if I can solve this problem peacefully."

"In that case, are you here to threaten me?"

Only then did Dayankhan's hand press on the hilt of the knife, his eyes glanced at the tribe leaders who were staring at him intentionally or unintentionally, anyone could feel the murderous aura around him.

As his expression changed, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense again.

However, when the murderous aura stabbed He Jin like a sharp arrow, it seemed like a smooth reef was brushed.

He Jin still just laughed, his tone was still neither light nor heavy, neither slow, nor slow: "If Da Yanhan had to think so, it would be OK. After all, since I walked into the gold tent, it was equivalent to seeing the picture."

"If the negotiation is reached, I will go back to my military camp to sleep, and everyone is happy; if the negotiation is not reached, I can only lie in your military camp, and then look at the sword and blood here, wailing everywhere... What is the ending? It is all in the thought of Da Yan Khan."

After saying that, he seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and he looked deep and lonely, and said leisurely: "After all, this person always has to force him, otherwise he will not be able to see through his heart."

"So, I will use my own life to help Dayankhan see clearly with you."
Chapter completed!