Chapter 14: Dapeng summons Honghu

Second Brother has good ears!

I hunted a tiger today, and I will present the tiger skin to you later,” Tulubaihu said with a chuckle, entering the tent.

“Fourth Brother, ever since your Third Brother got angry with me and went to Koke Usu, our Hoshut Five Tigers are down to four!

Alas!

I don't know what benefits that Dalai Taishi of the Dörbet gave him that he insists on mixing with the Dörbet,” Baibagas Khan sighed faintly.

Although Dalai Taishi had always acted low-key, the continuous growth of the Dörbet tribe's power still aroused the suspicion of this Leader .

“Second Brother, is there bad news again?” Tulubaihu frowned, asking directly.

“Alas!

Just received a military report, the cavalry of the Hotogoid tribe have already crossed the Altai Mountains and appeared on the east bank of Zhaisan Lake.

They massacred many Dzungar tribesmen in Kobdo and Altai.

The Dzungar's Khara Khula Huntaiji has already asked me for help; he is a good man, and he would not easily ask for help unless absolutely necessary.

It seems that Shulei Ubashi, this mad dog, wants to destroy my Oirat!”

Baibagas Khan let out a long sigh, “Last year, the large army of Kazakh Eshimu Khan just attacked us from the west, and our vitality has not yet recovered.

This year, the Khalkha Mongol attacked again.

Has chang sheng tian abandoned the Oirat Mongols?”

Baibagas Khan called the Dzungar's Khara Khula Huntaiji a “good man” for a reason.

After inheriting his father's tribal leadership and position as Leader , he continued to lead the various Oirat tribes to resist the Khalkha, from initially retreating all the way to gradually gaining a foothold in the Celestial Mountain, with mutual victories and defeats.

That year, he led the united army of various tribes to fight a bloody battle against the enemy.

When the battle was at its most intense, a young General emerged from the Dzungar tribe, leaping on his horse with a spear, leading his tribesmen bravely charging towards the Khalkha army.

The enemies grew more and more numerous, and the young General's subordinates were all killed in battle, but he fought to the death without retreating, personally killing dozens of enemies, his battle robe stained red with blood.

Although he barely escaped with his life in the end, he earned the respect of the entire Oirat and the friendship of the Leader Baibagas.

This “Prince Hero” was the Dzungar tribe's Khara Khula Huntaiji.

This was a contradictory person, with equally distinct strengths and weaknesses.

Although he was brave in battle and not afraid of death, he acted rudely and unreasonably, often bullying others with his strength.

Under his leadership, the Dzungar tribe gradually became stronger, their power catching up to the Khoshut Tribe and the Dörbet tribe.

This reckless personality made Khara Khula countless enemies.

One time, the Oirat Noyans wanted to capture and kill this fellow who couldn't keep internal peace.

Fortunately, the kind Great Taiji Dalai Taishi of the Dörbet spoke up, “Can a two-year-old young camel carry the load of a large deceptive camel?

” The meaning was: although Khara Khula was rude and unreasonable, he was a powerful large deceptive camel; killing him would pain loved ones and please enemies, resulting in more loss than gain.

Only then did he escape disaster.

Now, this rude and unreasonable ruthless man has also asked for help, so it seems the situation is indeed not optimistic!

Tulubaihu's brows furrowed into a small mountain, and he slowly said, “Second Brother, why don't you use the strategy of befriending distant enemies and attacking nearby ones?

That Kazakh Eshimu Khan is far from us, so you might as well send an envoy to befriend him and concentrate our forces to attack Shulei Ubashi, this mad dog.”

Baibagas Khan nodded heavily, “Even if we can temporarily reconcile with the Kazakhs, I heard that this time Shulei Ubashi mobilized the entire tribe's army and allied with the Uryankhai tribe, receiving support from Zasagtu Khan, Tusheet Khan, and Chechen Khan, with a total force of eighty thousand.

This battle is still not easy to fight!”

Tulubaihu suddenly smiled, “Second Brother, how could you forget?

You are the Leader of the entire Oirat.

If all our Oirat tribes are assembled, wouldn't the troops be more than eighty thousand?

Why not issue an order to the Taijis of the various tribes to convene the Churgan Conference in Urumqi and jointly send troops to attack the Khalkha people?”

“Churgan Conference?

Yes, Fourth Brother is right, I will write letters to the Taijis of the various tribes right away, asking them to come to Urumqi to hold the Churgan Conference.

With the combined forces of the various tribes, we will definitely drive away those damned Khalkha people!” Baibagas Khan waved his arms excitedly, his kingly aura emanating.

When Baibagas Khan's envoy arrived at the Yulduz Grassland, the Huit Tribe's Great Taiji Nomudalai was leisurely in the Yingsuo River Great Camp, playing with his eldest son Sultan together with his virtuous wife Subude.

He said he was playing, but in reality, he was teaching his son archery and horsemanship.

Sultan was already five years old.

Mongols are a people on horseback, and at this age, he could have a small bow as a toy and could be held on a pony to bounce around.

Sinking his qi into his dan tian, the little fellow's face turned red as he drew the tiny bowstring to its fullest, and with a “swish,” he hit the target.

“Good, worthy of being my son!” Nomudalai laughed heartily.

Sultan rolled his eyes at his old man, thinking to himself: I'm a transmigration guest after all, what's so great about learning archery?

“Want~ want~” The three-year-old younger son Sumuer was full of interest in his older brother's toy bow.

“You are too young; when you are older, E Qi Ge will also give you a small bow,” Nomudalai hugged little Sumuer and gave him a hard kiss on his rosy cheek.

“Great Taiji, Baibagas Khan has sent an envoy asking you to go to Urumqi to attend the Churgan Conference,” Batu and Tan rushed in with a hurried expression.

Nomudalai was startled, “Churgan Conference?

Do you know what it's for?”

“I heard that the Khalkha bandits have attacked, and the Leader wants to gather the Taijis of the various Oirat tribes for a meeting to discuss jointly sending troops to fight the Khalkha people.”

“Oh, you go and receive the envoy first and tell him that this Taiji will arrive shortly.”

Little Sultan's forehead suddenly went “buzz,” he had transmigrated because he read the history book “History of the Four Oirats,” and he remembered the content of the book very clearly.

In his memory, this attack by the Khalkha people caused huge losses to the Oirat Mongol.

In the first few years of the war, the Oirat people kept losing battles, and only after that Shuo Lei Ubashi died were the Khalkha people driven away.

Hmm, can't participate in the war, participating will result in a big loss!

“Don't go! E Qi Ge, don't go!” Sultan tugged at his father's sleeve, saying in a milky voice.

“Oh, my son doesn't want me to go?

Tell me, why?” Nomudalai asked, teasing him with a smile.

“Dangerous, don't go,” Sultan insisted.

“My Sultan has grown up and knows how to care about E Qi Ge,” Nomudalai smiled with relief, “However, I have to go, this is the Great Khan's order.”

“Let Uncle go,” the little fellow's innocent mouth uttered a fatal note.

“That's right, I can let my two ambitious younger brothers, Noyan Ubashen and Buyanbu'erhan, go.

If they lose, I can charge them with the crime of ineffective combat; if they win, I can also use the Khalkha people's hands to weaken their strength!”

It was a good plan, but Nomudalai looked at his five-year-old son with utter astonishment.

At such a young age, he could use the poisonous scheme of “killing with a borrowed knife.”

Could this kid really be a “Sage”?

That's not right, the matter of being a “Sage” was clearly something I arranged by bribing the Great Monk, where did this “Sage” come from?

Although astonished, no father doesn't hope his son is smart, and soon, Nomudalai became extremely proud of his smart son.

He politely received the envoy, stating that he would definitely attend the conference; he also wrote a letter to Dalai Taishi to report the situation, after all, the Huit people were nominally still vassals of the Dörbet people.