Chapter 759 This thing is unparalleled

There was a busy scene in the Tatar camp in Wuhai Town. More than half a month ago, he led the army out of danger and fled to the north. He rushed to Wuhai Town for more than 200 miles for three days and three nights. Seeing that the Ming army was indeed trustworthy and stationed 20 miles outside the Great Wall and did not pursue it, he let go.

Looking at his Tatar soldiers and horses losing their armor and hanging down, he was in a very bad mood, but he was born to be an optimist. Looking back on his time when he was a tribal leader, his warriors were only 3,000. Didn't they finally sweep away the barb tribes? Although Daming's attack was greatly damaged and almost buried most of his soldiers and horses, and the family assets saved by tightening his belt for several years were almost polished, at least he was still alive, there were tens of thousands of usable soldiers, and dozens of eagle cannons dragged back, all of which were his capital.

More importantly, it is ridiculous for Ming people to make peace with themselves under such circumstances and believe that they will be friendly neighbors and calm the war between the border towns of the two countries. When will the Taters coexist peacefully with the Han people? With such a big fall this time, how can we coexist peacefully with Ming people? Tattars always fall and get up from where they go. This revenge does not avenge, and immortality does not agree.

After arriving in Wuhai, although he wanted to rush back to Ulaanbaatar immediately, he knew that after successive battles and several deaths, his soldiers and horses were demoralized and should be rested in time. Besides, Wuhai is an important town ahead, and the defense measures are very good, and the Ming people did not come to catch up. Why not in Wuhai? Stay and rest, count the lost people and materials, so as to rearrange the allocation of troops in China in case someone takes the opportunity to make trouble.

There is another reason why he didn't say anything about his baldness. That is, he admits that he has lost his baldness, but he hopes to give people a sense of calmness and defeat. He will stay at the place near the border of the Ming Dynasty in Wuhai to rest. If he returns to Ulaanbaatar immediately, he will inevitably be regarded as scared. As the saying goes: if you fall a dog and eat shit, you have to pose, which is pure self-deception.

The army rested for half a month and thought that the baldness was almost done, so he decided to return to the capital of Ulan Batu in the past few days. There are less than 30,000 regular soldiers and horses left on hand, and more than 30,000 people are still full of people. It is the time for cattle and sheep to get fat before the last winter. Now he is considering to take these herdsmen as soon as possible. Send it back to their respective tribes; the days will continue, and it will depend on these people to raise cattle, sheep and horses to rise again, but they can't break the jars.

Sitting alone in the golden tent drinking cold wine, listening to the monotonous sound of the cold wind blowing through the flag on the top of the tent outside the tent, the soldiers and horses outside were busy cleaning up, but he was extremely bored and only silently thinking about what to do in the future, how to explain to the tribal elders and leaders how to do it. The envoy of the Grand Duchy of Sco fooled them to give themselves some firearms and ammunition and so on; unconsciously, he drank most of the jar of cold wine, and his whole body was also a little smoked.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside, and the sound of footsteps came outside the tent. Someone shouted loudly, "See the sweat, are you sweating?"

He sat up straight and shouted, "Come in, Benhan is here."

The curtain was lifted, and a cold wind mixed with the smell of stinky cattle and horse feces rushed in. Several Ttar generals rushed in. The first one was the captain of the Wuhai camp who was responsible for the peripheral vigilance. He held a big red cloth wrapped in his hand, and the red color was extremely inconsistent with the cold and empty in the tent.

"Sudden, what's the matter? Your camp will be the first to start tomorrow, but are you ready?

Suddenly stroked his chest and saluted, "Dear Khan, the humble position is ready. How can these things make him worry? Just now, the rider outside Wuhai City found more than a dozen Ming army messengers and came to report the sweat.

The baldness was stunned and frowned, "Where are the people?"

"They refused to come into the city, saying that Song Nan, the Duke of Daming Town, sent them to send gifts to Khan."

"The Duke of Daming Town? Has this boy been promoted to Duke? Hey hey, this is all thanks to Ben Han. He should have thanked me. He laughed at himself and said, "Is this the gift?"

Suddenly, he said, "It's heavy, I don't know what it is." Suddenly speaking, he weighed the red cloth wrapped vibly, and there was a rustling sound from the package.

A general hurriedly said, "General, be careful. Ming people like to send precious porcelain vases or something. If they shake and break, they will be worthless."

Suddenly stopped shaking and respectfully placed the package on the handsome bald case. A group of people stretched out their necks and refused to leave. He said fiercely, "What are you still standing for? Let's go back to the camp."

Suddenly smiled and said, "Dhan opened it, and I will also open my eyes. The gift given to Dahan by the Duke of Daming Town must be extraordinary, and we also want to feast our eyes."

The baldness smiled and said, "What else is the difference? It's nothing more than gold, silver and jewelry. If it's a bird's calligraphy and painting, I'll throw it into the stove as firewood. If it's any bird's porcelain, I'll use it as a night pot. We Tattars don't like those precious things. We only believe in real gold and silver.

"That's, that's, that's, Ming people are all strange people, and it's ridiculous that some plausible flower and bird characters on a piece of paper are actually regarded as treasures." The generals laughed.

The baldness is willing to hear the laughter of the generals. They will still laugh, which means that they have not lost hope and gradually recovered from the defeat. Therefore, the baldness is willing to open their eyes. If it is gold, silver and jewelry, he even decided to give some rewards to the generals to make them happy.

The red silk wrapped and opened layer by layer, and there was still a layer of red cloth under the red cloth, layer after layer, a total of three layers, which made the baldness a little impatient. After pulling away all the red cloth, one side of the exquisite brocade box quietly appeared in front of the crowd. A letter was tied with ribbon and the letter sealed with a ribbon. The face is solemnly covered with a big red seal.

"First of all, read it."

The bald man can pick up the letter and hand it to Tu Xian. He took it up and opened the seal first. He pulled out a snow-white letter from it and read it aloud: "Dear Dayan Khan is the Lord of the country. Half a month has passed since the previous Great Wall. I don't know how the state is in good health and how he feels? Has it calmed down some of the pain caused by the previous war between the two countries?

The baldness laughed and said, "Fuck, this wild rabbit on the grassland does not forget to humiliate Benhan. Benhan is in a good mood. It's common for him to win or lose soldiers. Only he will be complacent. This fool doesn't know the stupidest mistake yet. Read on."

He suddenly coughed and stammered, "People say that their opponents are also friends, and I am deeply convinced that this time I am promoted to the Duke of Daming Town, which is also a big sweat to send. This feeling should be kept in mind. My country of etiquette in the Ming Dynasty pays attention to etiquette and reciprocity. The Great Khan sent me a dukedom. Song should send a letter of thanks, but it is not polite to come and go. Today, a special person sent a generous gift to thank him for his achievements.

The baldness can be sneered repeatedly, and his teeth clenched.

"The gift in this brocade box is not valuable, but it is unparalleled in the world. After Pangu opened the sky and even hundreds of millions of years, this thing is also unique, and there is no second one; and I dare to conclude that Khan must like this gift. Khan should not thank me for this generous gift. Friends should not thank me. Thank you, and affection exists in my heart. If Khan is not satisfied with this gift, he doesn't have to scold his mother or even blame Song. Soon, Song is about to meet Khan. If there is any unhappiness, we can solve it face to face. As above, with the deepest respect, Song Nan, Duke of Daming Town, pays his handwritten handwriting to wish the Great Khan a happy and long life. Kang.

He frowned his bald eyebrows into a pimple. He suddenly felt that Song Nan's letter seemed to contain some kind of malice. What did the last few words mean by saying 'Song will meet Dahan in the future'? After the peace and deliberation of the two sides, it is not surprising that there should be no chance to meet again. If we meet again, unless it is... on the battlefield, can it be said that...

"Suddenly, open this brocade box, Benhan wants to see what is unique in the world. What is the thing that Pangu will not have after ten thousand years of heaven and earth?"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and said, "Do you really want to open up the humble position?"

"Open it."

Suddenly rubbed his palms, gently pulled off the silk thread tied on the brocade box, and carefully opened the latch on the side of the brocade box. Everyone held their breath and stretched out their necks and stared at the brocade box with their eyes shining. However, they suddenly lifted the lid of the brocade box and only heard a shout. Everyone retreated like a pan. There was a shocking shout.

Suddenly, his hand trembled and threw the brocade box off the table. The thing in the box rolled out and rolled along the blanket on the ground to the bald feet. He turned his face white. He bent down and picked up the thing with his hands. His chest and abdomen churned, and spit out the cold wine he had just been drunk. With the blood accumulated in his lungs, the thing in his hand was in a mess.

"Song Nan, I'm going to smash you into ten thousand pieces." He roared hoarsely, leaned back and fainted to the ground with a bang.

The generals came back to their senses and rushed up. They shouted to help the bald man and could be rescued. For a moment, they hurriedly asked someone to come with the military medical officer. When it was noisy, they kicked the things in the box and rolled to the corner of the big tent.

The thing described by Song Nan as unique in ancient and modern times is the head of Tulu, the great prince of Tatar. From the philosophical point of view that everyone is unique between heaven and earth, Song Nan's description is not too much.