Father can be an enemy to the country

"Isn't it the deadline yet? Why is the emperor in such a hurry?" Manzi was actually very uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't show it.

"Yes, the people haven't arrived yet, what's wrong with me waiting for a drink?" Toghon Temur smiled at the princes and said, "It's okay if the Taibao doesn't want to drink, come on, let's continue."

"Come on, drink, drink!" The princes and princes picked up their wine bowls and continued to drink with the emperor.

"Humph!" Manzi was extremely disappointed with this group of hopeless things, snorted coldly, and waved his hand out of Xila Oerduo.

"I will see Taibao off for you." Shi Liemen bowed to the emperor and said, "Enlighten him."

Toghon Temur wished that these guys who were killing the fun would leave, so he waved his hand and told him to go quickly.

~~

"Taibao!" Shi Liemen hurried out of the tent.

Manzi recognized his voice, and then he stopped, looking at the dark night sky, silent.

Shi Liemen stood with him for a while, and waited until he calmed down before he said, "Why are you so impatient today?"

"I feel very uneasy," Manzi sighed and said, "I have a premonition of a disaster."

He has an innate foresight of danger, which has helped him escape death many times. And now, that ominous premonition appeared again.

"Is that so?" Shi Liemen asked, "Who are you worried about, Yesudiel or the Ming army?"

"I can't tell for sure." Manzi shook his head, "I don't know if it's because Nahachu hasn't arrived for a long time, or because Yesudiel's scouts appeared in Buyuerhai?"

"Haha, I think you are too nervous." Shi Liemen smiled and comforted him, "Not to mention that Nahachu is probably just late, Yesudiel's scouts didn't find us. Even if the worst happens, we move from Buyuerhai to Hailar and catch up with the sandstorm. The wind blows up the yellow sand, and the day becomes like night. In this weather, no one can find us, let alone launch an attack."

"Well, you make sense." Manzi nodded, although the haze in his heart still lingered. But in such a sandstorm weather, no one will march and fight, and everyone has to stay at home.

He shook his head, suppressed his anxiety, and said to Shi Liemen: "I will go for a tour and then go back to sleep."

"When the emperor wakes up tomorrow at noon, you still have to apologize. You can't let the emperor apologize to you, right?" Shi Liemen advised: "The more times like this, the more we must unite, and we can't let the emperor and his subjects fall out."

"Well, let's talk about it tomorrow." The manzi waved his hand depressedly and quickly left the Xila Ordo, which was in a state of peace and prosperity.

"Well..." Shi Liemen also sighed deeply, turned and went into the tent, and continued to comfort Toghon Temur.

~~

Although he had such a bad emperor, the manzi still did his best to take precautions.

For example, under his order, all the vehicles in Ordo were facing north, and the cattle and horses pulling the vehicles were tied to the side of the vehicles, so that if something happened, they could move as quickly as possible.

For another example, he ordered the Qiexue army to be divided into two shifts, taking turns to guard the outer perimeter of Ordo day and night, so that no matter what time it was, they could protect the emperor at the first time.

Although the current Qiexue Army is no longer the invincible king's army of the past, it is still no problem to escape with the emperor.

After inspecting the Ordos, the barbarian continued to inspect the outer defense line of the camp.

The wind tonight is a little weaker than during the day, but it is still very noisy. Although it is not so windy, the gray vision in front of the eyes is very bad.

The imperial guards under his command are stationed on the outer defense line. This unit participated in the Battle of Yehuling in the third year of Hongwu and the Battle of Lingbei in the fifth year of Hongwu. It can be said that they have experienced hundreds of battles. Although they are tired and more and more slippery after so many years, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

While inspecting, the barbarian reminded the thousands of households on duty everywhere to be vigilant and not to be careless.

The officers naturally responded in succession, but they disagreed in their hearts. They felt that the older the Taibao was, the less courageous he was. What was there to guard against in such a ghost weather? How could an army attack at this time?

If they hadn't known that the barbarians would patrol every night, they would have gone to bed long ago...

After the barbarians left, Maerha, the Wanhu who was in charge of the eastern defense, yawned and told his Qianhu: "Wake up, I'll take a nap first."

"Sir, just sleep well, we're watching." The Qianhu said hurriedly.

"Well." Maerha stretched and went back to the tent to sleep.

The Qianhu assigned the tasks to the Baihu, and then went back to sleep.

The Baihu couldn't divide the tasks any further, but they had a solution - taking turns on duty. Several Baihu who were on good terms agreed that one person would be on duty for one night, and the rest would go back to sleep.

Today it was Baihu Batu's turn to be on duty. Seeing that everyone else had gone back to sleep, he muttered that he was unlucky, and took his men to patrol along the periphery of the camp.

The wind and sand were getting stronger and stronger, blowing their torches and making the flames run wild. It was dark again, and the vision was getting worse and worse. Even the faces of the people around him could not be seen clearly, and only a vague figure could be seen.

"Fuck, let's go back." Ba Tu said loudly to his men.

After a long while, no one responded to him.

"Are you all asleep?" Ba Tu turned around to ask, but he didn't see a single person.

"Hey, where are the people?" He muttered, thinking that they were lost because of poor visibility and strong wind, so he quickly turned back to look for his team.

After walking for a while, he saw many figures in front of him. Ba Tu breathed a sigh of relief and scolded with a smile: "Follow closely, didn't you realize that you got separated from me?"

As he spoke, he saw the other party running towards him.

"Quite obedient..." Ba Tu praised. Before he finished speaking, the other party was already approaching. By the light of the torch, he was shocked to find that these gray-headed soldiers, who looked like soldiers who had just been dug out of the earth, were not his subordinates at all.

What's even worse is that they are all dressed in chainmail and wrought-iron helmets. At first glance, they cannot be their own army...

Just when Ba Tu was about to shout a warning in fear, he saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and his entire neck and half of his left shoulder were chopped off.

As the blood spurted out, his head fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief on his face. He was bald until he died and realized that this was the uniform of the Ming army...

Those who killed the bald men were the vanguard of the Ming army. They were responsible for moving away deer firewood, filling in trenches, dismantling fences, and clearing the way for the army.

The outer defense line of the Yuan army was extremely rough, and with God's help, the leading troops of the Ming army quickly cleared several passages, without disturbing the Yuan army camp.

It wasn't until Wang Bi led the army to launch a surprise attack, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves shook the earth, that the patrolling Yuan soldiers suddenly became alert.

But it's too late...