Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 434 In your whole life, have you ever risked your life for others...?

In this world, there is never a shortage of heroes at any time, but the so-called heroes are actually defined.

What you think of as a hero may not be seen by others, because different positions result in different results.

In the eyes of Qian Yong and others, and even in the eyes of everyone in Daming, the guards of the princes who bring white phosphorous eggs and use their lives to drag the enemy and cause trouble for the enemy are existences that can enter the Xianzhong Temple.

But in the eyes of the Golden Horde, these people are nothing less than demons who have stepped on the fire of hell and come to claim their lives.

Oh... that's not right, the Golden Horde is a country dominated by Mongols, and there are a small number of Arabs in it. They don't seem to believe in heaven and hell...

However, Qian Yong is not in the mood to think so much now, because...

He was surrounded.

Packing lightly and traveling quickly, this desperate method can indeed achieve unexpected results, such as sneak attacking the king's capital of a country, and it was successful.

Although it did not cause real damage to Sarai, the capital of the Golden Horde, it was enough to give the Golden Horde a blow and make them feel ashamed.

But in the same way, the reason why this method is called an all-or-nothing method is that the danger is too great.

Just like now.

However, things seem to be somewhat different from what should happen under normal circumstances...

"are you sure?"

Qian Yong looked at the messenger in front of him with a gloomy expression.

"General Qian, this subordinate is sure!" The messenger's face was full of grief and indignation, not only because of the sacrifice of the prince's guard, but also because of the enemy who attacked this time.

"In addition to cavalry, the people here also have heavy armor that Mongolian cavalry will not be equipped with. If the information given by His Royal Highness is correct, these people should be from the Grand Duchy of Lithuania..."

"even……"

"Even what!?" Qian Yong's mood became more and more depressed, and his bad premonition became more and more intense.

"Even..." The messenger gritted his teeth and expressed his doubts.

"It is not ruled out that there are soldiers from the Grand Duchy of Moscow!"

……

Grand Duchy of Moscow.

Qian Yong has not mentioned this country for a while, because the Grand Duchy of Mosk has just experienced civil strife and changed its ruler. Civil strife at this level will greatly affect the overall strength of a country.

Not only will the population, economy, and military combat power be greatly consumed by the civil war, but it is not something that can be accomplished in a short time after the new ruler takes power.

Besides, the current Grand Duke Yuri of the Grand Duchy of Mosque succeeded in assuming the position with the help of the Ming army. There is no... At least there is no need for rebellion for the time being.

The strength of the Ming army is clear, the most taboo thing about war is to bring personal emotions, but also, once the war is contaminated with personal emotions, the situation will become uncontrollable.

After two years in Europe, European countries actually have some understanding of the Ming army. Even if the system is not clear for the time being, the three generals of the Ming army must have figured it out.

There is a saying that sounds somewhat arrogant, but in fact Qian Yong also knows that he is indeed very important.

In a war, if the core generals are killed, the battle situation will definitely change.

So, what gave Yuri confidence in sending troops from the Ming army?
Thinking of this, Qian Yong was startled!
"Is there a chance to break through!?"

Although he already knew the answer to this question, Qian Yong still asked it again.

Because if he died in battle before, if he died now, an important piece of information would be buried underground with him.

"General Qian Qian..."

The orderly lowered his head, but only half-spoken.

Seeing this, Qian Yong slowly clenched his fists, but then loosened them weakly.

Yes, if there was a way, he would have already broken out, so why bother here...

"Pass down the order, get ready...prepare for a last stand..."

The deep tone was full of sadness, but at the same time, it was also decisive...

……

Salai is actually a really nice place.

Although the geographical location is relatively north, it seems a bit cold at the front of this little ice age, but here is the great plain behind the Ichiro Plateau and the Kazakh Hills.

In addition, there is the Caspian Sea to the south and the Volga River to the east. It can be said that it is an endless grassland, which is very suitable for nomadic people like them.

But in Qian Yong's view, the choice of the place where the bones are buried is better than the hometown.

Looking at the enemy army approaching from the east, Qian Yong held the scabbard tightly with his left hand, his expression gloomy.

Soon, the enemy army took their positions and stopped, which also made Qian Yong feel a little disappointed.

The opponent should be a very good general. Although Qian Yong is going light and fast this time, it is almost impossible to carry weapons for long-distance attack. Even if there is a short crossbow, it is almost impossible to have Too much effect.

Arrows are limited and cannot turn the tide of battle.

But even so, the enemy still chose to stop at a place of about [-] paces. It was clear at a glance that the whole army was ready to attack after rectification, and wiped out all of their own side in one fell swoop, leaving no possibility.

However, after the enemy gained a firm foothold, they did not charge immediately as Qian Yong imagined. Instead, the shield formation in front parted a hole, and a man came out on horseback.

Soon, two people who were also riding horses came out following the man, and Qian Yong suddenly had a general idea in his mind.

This person should be the general of the enemy army this time.

"General Qian Yong, right?"

He is fluent in Chinese, but Qian Yong was not surprised, because he is now facing the enemy from the east, not the enemy from the north as the messenger said before.

In other words, these enemy troops are most likely from the Golden Horde.

"Yes, I am Qian Yong! Who are you!?"

Looking at the enemy general, Qian Yong's eyes turned, looking for opportunities.

In a death situation, he must try his best to find out the enemy's situation, find out the most important person, and see if there is a chance to solve the biggest threat before he dies.

In this way, Zhu Zhanhe can get rid of a trouble. Although the effect may not be very great, it is still worthwhile to die.

"I am Uluhei Mahama!"

……

The enemy general's answer made Qian Yong stunned, because even he didn't expect this person to come.

Ulu Hei Mahama, the current Great Khan of the Golden Horde, yes, he is the Great Khan equivalent to the Ming Emperor!

"You are very courageous." Qian Yong was silent for a long time before speaking.

"As the lord of a country, not to mention personally leading the troops, but also going to the battlefield in person, stepping out of the large army and coming out to meet me."

"Why? Don't tell me that you want to recruit me. If you want to recruit me, it proves that you know me more or less, and people who know me generally don't have such thoughts."

"That's a pity." Mahama seemed very happy, and the smile on his face never faded.

"I'm here to recruit you."

"I know your origin, I know your experience, and I know your current situation."

"Your wife is Zhu Sanfeng, one of the three powerful generals under the command of the son of the Han King of the Ming Dynasty, who is called a demon from hell by those white people."

"But I also know that your wife is infertile because of her early experiences. Although she took a concubine for you and gave birth to a son, you should know that those are not important."

"According to what you Han people say, a concubine is a concubine, and the children born to a concubine can only be concubines. Although you will inherit everything because you don't have a son, but..."

"What have you inherited?"

"Is it the title of a general with an empty title but no real power? Or the title of the most powerful general under Zhu Zhanhe's command?"

"Or... the title of murderous maniac you established in Wa Kingdom?"

When Qian Yong heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Look, following Zhu Zhanhe, you didn't get any benefits." As if he felt that Qian Yong's pain point had been poked, Ma Hama's tone became a little higher.

"You have no title, no official position, no family property, and a bad reputation. Even your wife is a woman who has experienced that."

"Yes! It is undeniable! What your wife did was indeed great. She sacrificed herself for you Ming, but what do others think?"

"Right now, although you are respected by all Han people, you should be clear that that is not real respect, but fear."

"They are afraid of Zhu Zhanhe, so they are also afraid of you."

"But if you surrender to me, everything will be different!"

"Nobility! Senior officials! Great salary! Beauty! Money! You can get what you want!"

"You know, we Mengyuan people don't care about our background, we only care about our ability!"

"As long as you have the ability, you will be respected by everyone, including me!"

……

Looking at the silent Qian Yong, the smile on Ma Hama's face became more and more unscrupulous, but on the contrary, the Ming soldiers behind Qian Yong became more and more depressed.

If Qian Yong returns, everything they do will become a joke, and then ordinary soldiers like them...

Thinking of this, shaken expressions appeared on some people's faces, and resolute expressions appeared on some people's faces, but the most obvious ones were the two royal guards beside Qian Yong.

The left hand holds the scabbard tightly, and the right hand is placed on the handle, which is always ready to wait for an opportunity to explode.

but……

"Mahama..."

Qian Yong's voice was so small that it seemed that he was talking to himself alone.

"Huh?" Seeing Qian Yong's lips moving but not hearing the sound, Mahama was taken aback for a moment.

Qian Yong raised his head, and there was a smile on his face, and it was still very bright that didn't fit the current situation.

"I have a question, I want to ask you."

"You said..." Mahama frowned, but he still spoke.

Qian Yong tugged on the reins lightly, controlling the horse under his crotch to move forward a few steps.

Such a simple action caused the two guards of the princes around Qian Yong to immediately draw their knives, and the blade was aimed at Qian Yong.

However, just as the knife was drawn out, before it could be lifted up, it froze in mid-air.

"Mahama, in your whole life, have you ever...spent your life for others?"

(End of this chapter)