Father can be an enemy to the country

Under the small green mountain dozens of miles away from the vast sea, there are countless small tents surrounding a huge royal tent.

The owner of the royal tent is Yesudiel, King of Wala.

Although most Oara people have Turkic ancestry, Yesudiel still has a pure Mongolian face, with a pie face, high cheekbones, and single eyelids. Although his eyes were not big, they were piercing and showed undisguised arrogance.

He is thirty-two years old this year, an age full of ambition and ambition.

Yesudier has always been brooding about the failure of his ancestors. Moreover, when he was more than ten years old, the Yuan Dynasty established by Kublai Khan collapsed. This allowed him to see the opportunity to avenge his ancestors and restore the throne of Khan. So he practiced martial arts hard every day for twenty years, recuperated, worked hard, and patiently waited for the best time to step on the stage.

When he learned in June this year that the Ming Dynasty's army was attacking Naha, he realized that an opportunity had come. So he began to gather his subordinates and formed an army of 80,000 people to march eastward to attack the isolated and helpless Northern Yuan Dynasty.

However, when he arrived at the Hangai Mountain area where the Northern Yuan Dynasty was stationed as a herdsman, he came to nothing. After catching the herdsmen who stayed behind and interrogating them, they found out that the Northern Yuan court had gone east. He said he wanted to support Naha, but in Yesudiel's opinion, Chunchun was afraid of him.

"Hahaha!" Nie Qianlai laughed loudly at this time: "Stop guessing, let me tell you, it is indeed the Ming army! They chased them all the way from Yuerhai! The purpose is the same as yours, All to capture our emperor.”

"But they are well-trained and well-equipped. They should be from the regular army." The scout whispered.

"When the Shiliemen saw this king, they were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, and you just lay down on the ground again." Yesudiel said with a sarcastic look on his face: "You are so cowardly in both culture and martial arts, no wonder Tuogu Sitie Mu'er will end up like this."

"He is already alone. Do you think you can escape from this king's trap?" Yesudiel chuckled.

"..." Yesudiel immediately became angry and slapped the case: "Is it embarrassing to surrender to this king?!"

"What?!" Yesudiel suddenly changed his expression, and the atmosphere in the king's tent also changed suddenly.

"Where's the Lie Sect? Has he surrendered?" Nie Yilai asked.

When Togustimur fled west to the Tula River, he was attacked by the army led by Yesudier, who had been waiting for a long time. There is no need to elaborate on what happened next...

"Well, I will let you see Togu Si Timur's surrender!" Yesudiel said solemnly. When the situation is favorable, people are always willing to show their magnanimous side.

"Who knows?" Nie Yilai curled his lips. To be honest, he thought the emperor was doomed. But people never shed tears before seeing the coffin.

Yesudiel made a prompt decision and led the Oara army southward. He attacked the troops waiting for Tuogu Si Timur at the Tula River and wiped out all three thousand of his troops.

In short, Yesudier followed Togu Si Timur to the seaside, chasing and intercepting the fleeing remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

"The ones who rescued them should be... the Ming army." The scouts were not sure, because they had never dealt with the Ming army before, and they could only tell that they were a group of Han people.

All the princes said one after another: "How is it possible? Yuan Ting no longer has any reinforcements?!"

"Of course." Yesudiel said.

"You are seeking death!" A group of Wala princes roared: "Your Majesty, why are you talking nonsense to him? Cut him into five pieces and make his head into a drinking vessel. Let's see who dares to be disrespectful to your Majesty!"

"Catch him first and then talk about it," Nie Yong said.

"Let him come to see me. As long as he surrenders, I will surrender." Nie Yilai said in a muffled voice.

"Why do you care whether he surrenders or not?" Yesudiel's expression was stagnant.

There were only one hundred and eighty remnants of the Communist Party, so of course there was no need for so many Walas soldiers to be sent out together. Yesudier led the army to station in this beautiful place, waiting for the troops sent out to "hunt" to return.

Because they are located in the western desert, far away from Han civilization, and they despise the sinicization of the Yuan Dynasty, the Oara people cannot speak Chinese or write Chinese characters. They still maintain the traditions of their nation and speak Mongolian.

So he sent his scouts eastward to inquire about the whereabouts of the Northern Yuan court, and at the same time led his troops slowly eastward. Just being nomadic in this formerly restricted area gave Yesudiel and the Walas a huge sense of accomplishment.

After saying that, he waved his hand, and just as the guard was about to take Nie Yilai down, he saw a detective horse rushing into the tent, kneeling on one knee, and loudly said: "It's not good, my king, someone attacked our army, save them." Get rid of Gusi Timur and his son!”

By this time, the hunting troops had returned in numbers, and they had all caught their own prey. Among them was the Privy Council of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

"You are the ones who ended up in this situation. Why are you trying to mess with me here?" Yesudiel snorted and asked, "Let me ask you, do you surrender or not?"

"Haha, if you don't eat anything serious for more than ten days like us, you will turn into a soft-footed shrimp." He stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Go in!" The Wala soldiers pushed Nie Yilai into the king's tent. Perhaps because of exhaustion or long-term hunger, Nie Yilai's legs were unstable and he fell directly to the ground. This caused Yesudiel and all the Wala leaders to laugh wildly.

"That way he won't be able to laugh at me." Nie Yilai sneered: "If he didn't surrender and I surrendered, he would laugh at me for being shameless."

"Isn't it embarrassing?" Nie Yilai asked.

Yesudiel waved his hand and smiled at Neqielai: "Now all the Mongols are spineless, so I like you to be a loyal minister. But what will you do if Toghon Temur is captured and surrenders to me?"

So he sent out scouts again to spy on the news and learned that Toghon Temur was retreating westward. Then he learned that the Northern Yuan Prime Minister of Karakorum, Yazhu, led 3,000 troops to move eastward, obviously to meet Toghon Temur.

When they came to Kent Mountain where Genghis Khan was born, Yesudiel and the leaders swore to the sky to regain the Khanship that belonged to Ariq Boke, occupy this grassland forever, and restore the supreme glory of the Great Mongolian Empire!

Before leaving Kent Mountain, the scouts sent out before brought back the news that Toghon Temur was annihilated in Buyuer Lake, which made Yesudiel more certain that he had been blessed by Changshengtian and recognized by the great Genghis Khan.

"Ming army, how could they come to Xiaohai?" Yesudiel said in disbelief: "This place is nearly 2,000 miles away from Buihuerhai!"

"Could it really be the Ming army?" Yesudiel and the other leaders looked at each other.

"Hiss, so that's it..." Yesudiel suddenly realized.

"What's wrong, are you scared?" Nieqilai said sarcastically: "You attack us, the remnants of the defeated army, but you bully the weak and fear the strong with the elite soldiers of the Ming army?"