Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 298 Chapter 298, the British public doubts the hole card, Batur moves eastward
Zhu Cihong's plan was obviously quite exciting for everyone present.

After careful analysis, there is indeed this possibility.

With more than 2 Ming troops, it might be difficult to defeat Lhasa with [-] defenders, but wouldn't it be easy to defeat Junggar with [-] cavalry?

Li Dingguo geared up: "Your Highness, I am willing to set off to the west immediately to help Your Highness find a good ambush point!"

Only the Duke of England was still a little uneasy: "Your Highness, if this plan succeeds, we will have to eat [-] enemy troops in one go. Is it too exaggerated?"

Although the British prince is young, he comes from a distinguished military family in the Ming Dynasty. He has fought a lot of big and small battles in the past two years, and he is a relatively stable type.

This kind of snake swallowing elephant type battle looks very unstable at first glance.

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Duke, this time it shouldn't be a big problem."

The Duke of England looked at Zhu Cihong, and his doubts began to increase.

At the beginning, the British public simply thought that Zhu Cixiang was overconfident.

But with the passage of time and the progress of the matter, the British public can clearly feel that Zhu Cihong's self-confidence is not due to past achievements, but...another hole card.

This feeling is that even if the enemy comes up with new things, Zhu Cihong still has something to deal with calmly.

The problem is that the Ming army and the Central Plains are now thousands of miles apart, and the British public knows everything about the Ming army's camp. He really can't think of anything that can give Zhu Cixiang such confidence.

It's impossible to change out of thin air, right?
In the end, the British Duke did not choose to oppose Zhu Cihong.

At the foot of a certain mountain in the west of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, there is a vast plain where a Junggar army is stationed.

In the tent of the big camp, dozens of tribal leaders bowed down to the owner of the tent in fear and respect: "I have seen Batur Hui Taiji, I respectfully ask Master Hui Taiji to be well."

The word "Taiji" means "Prince" in Mongolian, and "Hui Taiji" means "Prince".

As the eldest son and top heir of the current leader of the Junggar Tribe, Harahu La, Batur is naturally the undisputed Huitaiji of the Junggar Tribe.

This year, Batur is 36 years old, and his stature is not considered tall. His eyes exude an ambitious light, and he said coldly: "From today onwards, all tribes and people like you belong to our Junggar tribe. We need to immediately hand over [-]% of the livestock and a thousand slaves as taxes, do you understand?"

After hearing Batur's words, the faces of many tribal leaders changed drastically.

Someone couldn't help saying: "Lord Huitaiji, the snow season on the plateau is coming soon, and we and the tribe can't afford to hand in so many resources at this time."

"Can't afford it?" Batur laughed ferociously, suddenly picked up the musket from the side, loaded it in a few seconds, and pointed it at the person who spoke.

The tribal leader turned pale with fright and wanted to dodge, but was held down by Batur's guards on both sides and remained motionless.

With a bang, the tribal leader was shot in the heart and died on the spot.

Batur blew a puff of smoke from the muzzle, and spoke calmly.

"Does anyone have an opinion now?"

Everyone was silent and could only nod their heads.

Batur snorted: "It's really a bunch of bastards, they don't remember to fight! Come on, take care of these guys, and let them go when their tribe sends resources. !"

After a while, calm was restored in the big tent, only the faint bloody smell in the air was telling what had just happened.

A Junggar general walked into the tent and reported respectfully: "Huitaiji, the envoy of Heshuote Gushi Khan is here and wants to see you."

Batur snorted and sneered, "That bastard Gushi Khan was scared by us and ran away to Tibet from southern Xinjiang. Now he can't take care of himself, yet he dares to send an envoy to protest? Could it be that he really thought he was already powerful? Will it be possible to start a war with Junggar and Ming at the same time?"

General Junggar said: "Report to Hui Taiji, the envoy said that he was ordered to seek help."

Batur's face was surprised: "Ask for help? This is interesting... Very good, bring him."

Soon, the special envoy of Heshuo appeared and saluted Batur respectfully: "I have seen Huitaiji, our great Khan wishes Huitaiji to be famous all over the world, and all Wala people will surrender to you."

Batur's face moved slightly, showing a hint of a smile: "Don't talk about those useless things, just tell me why you came here."

The special envoy Heshuo said: "Now there are [-] Ming troops besieging Lhasa. Our Great Khan learned that you are in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, so he specially sent me to deliver the seal of the Great Khan of Oara to ask for your help."

After finishing speaking, the Heshuo special envoy carefully took out a small box from his arms and held it with both hands.

Batur was obviously taken aback, and asked someone to take the box and open it, and sure enough, he saw an extremely delicate charm inside the box.

"The Seal of the Oala Great Khan..." Batur muttered to himself.

As we all know, although the Junggar tribe is the most powerful tribe in the Oirat Alliance, it is not a descendant of the golden family of Genghis Khan.

Therefore, the nominal lord of Wala has always been from the Heshuote tribe of the Golden Family, and the seal of the Great Khan of Wala is naturally controlled by the Heshuote tribe.

Now Gushi Khan, the leader of Heshuote, gave this seal to Huitaiji Batur of the Junggar tribe, which means that the Heshuote tribe will be dominated by the Junggar tribe from now on.

When Batur thought of this, his heart surged.

Even when his ancestors first controlled the entire Wala, they only proclaimed themselves the position of "Grand Master".

But with this seal of the Great Khan of Wala, Batur can achieve an achievement that even Grand Master Ye Xian has never achieved - becoming the true King of Wala.

Even, the king of Mongolia!
Batur let out a long breath, and stared at the Heshuo special envoy in front of him: "Why, the [-] Heshuo cavalry can't defeat the [-] Ming army?"

The special envoy Heshuo showed a helpless smile: "You know, the Ming army's muskets are too powerful."

"Musket?" Batur laughed loudly, and his eyes fell on the side of the seat involuntarily.

There is also a musket quietly placed there.

"Very good, tell Gushi Khan that I still need 5 taels of gold and [-] horses as a reward, is it okay?"

"Report to Hui Taiji, our Khan said that as long as you can defeat the Ming army, there will be no problem!"

"Okay, then pass on the order, and the whole army will set off immediately to Lhasa to meet these Ming people!"

Half a day later, [-] Junggar cavalry rode their horses and raised their whips, rolling up smoke and dust all over the sky, and rolling towards the east.

Anyone with sharp eyes can find that these Junggar cavalrymen are equipped with sabers around their waists, but what hang behind them are not bows and arrows, but muskets!

(End of this chapter)