Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

At the end of August that year, the autumn breeze was refreshing, but it also brought a hint of uneasiness and restlessness. Lin Xiaofeng was busy dealing with a mountain of urgent military intelligence reports. Good news came one after another from all directions, like the fruits of autumn, adding a bit of comfort to the tense atmosphere.

"The King of Shu wrote to say that the rebellion has been quelled and they are just waiting for the court to repay the money as agreed." Guo Tianyang held the letter in his hand and read it to Lin Xiaofeng word by word, with a hint of relief in his voice.

Lin Xiaofeng sat at the desk, frowning slightly, and waved the pen in his hand lightly, signaling Guo Tianyang to continue. His eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the back of the paper and look directly at the distant Shu. Outside the window, an autumn leaf fell quietly, bringing a bit of autumn loneliness.

"In Mongolia, except for the Khalkha, all other tribes surrendered to the Jiannu and stopped paying tribute to the Ming Dynasty." Guo Tianyang's voice became heavier. He looked up at Lin Xiaofeng, trying to catch a hint of emotional change from his face.

"What's even more outrageous is that," Guo Tianyang's face darkened and his voice became a little deeper, "not only did the Chahar tribe refuse to pay tribute, they also killed our envoy!"

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's face was as calm as autumn water. He said lightly: "Continue to read the news from Yunnan." A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.

Guo Tianyang put away his anger, opened the letter from Yunnan, and read slowly: "Duke Qian is deeply loved by the people in Yunnan, and the people all hope for the best for him." There was a bit of admiration in his voice.

“In the battle of Qujing, our army was like heavenly soldiers and generals, and scared the people in central Yunnan into trembling with fear.” A smile appeared on Guo Tianyang’s face, as if he himself was on that glorious battlefield.

"When those chieftains heard that the army had arrived, they opened their gates and surrendered one after another. Now in Yunnan, except for Ami and Mengzi, all other places have been recovered." His voice was filled with the joy of victory.

"Wen Anzhi, Li Dingguo, Sun Kewang and others have agreed to fight southward first to recover lost territory, and then head north to the Mongolian grasslands." Guo Tianyang's voice became high-pitched, as if he could see the magnificent journey that was about to come.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng immediately made a decision: "Okay! First put down the chaos in Yunnan, and then march north." His voice was firm and powerful, revealing his unquestionable determination.

"But..." Guo Tianyang's voice was a little hesitant, "The letter said that the road in the south is not easy to travel, and it is difficult to transport grain. Someone suggested using the people of Yunnan to transport grain. Each family can send one able-bodied man to receive two dou of rice, and then deliver it to Lin'an to pay one dou and a half, and the rest can be used as food."

Lin Xiaofeng nodded slightly. He looked through the window lattice towards the distant south, with a complex emotion in his heart: "This is a good idea."

Guo Tianyang went on, "But each able-bodied man has to be paid five cents of silver as a reward, which comes out to five hundred thousand taels of silver. Add in food and other expenses, and the total will be over one million taels of silver." There was some worry in his voice.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he felt troubled. He sighed and frowned, "When can the problem of money and food be solved?" His voice revealed a bit of helplessness and anxiety.

But when he thought of the soldiers fighting desperately on the battlefield, he nodded helplessly, with a gleam of determination in his eyes: "Although the cost is high, the money must be spent for the soldiers. OK!" His voice revealed unquestionable determination.

Then, Lin Xiaofeng thought of another idea. He said to himself: "When the chaos in Yunnan is settled, perhaps half of the wealth of Prince Mu's Mansion can be recovered. Then we can let them share some of the military expenses." A gleam of wisdom flashed in his eyes, as if he had already seen the upcoming victory.

"The war in Mongolia is getting more and more intense, and the Jiannu may also join the war. Silver is being consumed faster and faster. We must find a new way to make money!" There was some anxiety and worry in his voice, as if he could feel the coming storm.

At the same time, Prince Zheng Jirgalang in Liaodong was also worried. He sat in a spacious study, with a vast grassland outside the window. The autumn wind blew, and the grass waves rolled, but it could not take away the worries in his heart.

"Is King Chuang really dead? Could this be a trick of the Ming Dynasty?" He asked half-doubtingly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"True gold fears no fire!" Haoge looked confident, his voice full of confidence.

Daishan said calmly: "There is no need for the Ming Dynasty to play this kind of trick. Once it is exposed, it will only bring shame upon itself." There was some calmness and rationality in his voice.

Jirgalang nodded and said, "Zhu Youjian has a grandson named Zhu Heqi, who sent envoys to Mongolia, saying that he wanted to pay tribute and celebrate." There was some doubt and uneasiness in his voice.

"Except the Chahar tribe, other tribes have released their envoys. What do you think we should do about this?" He swept his eyes over the crowd, trying to find the answer from their faces.

Prince Yu Duoduo said seriously: "The Ming Dynasty is not really here to pay tribute, it is looking for an excuse to start a war." His voice was full of firmness and determination.

Jirgalang raised his eyebrows: "How do you know? Are you just guessing?" There was a hint of doubt in his voice.

Duoduo answered seriously: "I'm not guessing. Prince Rui has people in the Central Plains. The news they sent back said that the Ming army is gathering in Xuanfu and Datong. It is obvious that they are preparing for war." A gleam of wisdom flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen through the Ming Dynasty's conspiracy.

"Is this news reliable?" Jirgalang also became serious, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"It's about 70% credible." Duoduo replied, his voice full of confidence.

Upon hearing this, Jirgalang took a deep breath and said, "Autumn is the time when horses gain weight. If the Ming Dynasty attacks now, our war horses will be damaged regardless of whether we win or lose. Once winter comes, the horses will have a hard time surviving without fat, and the losses will surely be huge!" There was some anxiety and worry in his voice.

"Quickly notify the Mongolian tribes and let them be prepared!" His voice became high-pitched, revealing his unquestionable determination.

Duoduo smiled and said, "Notifying is not enough, we have to help!" His voice was full of determination and enthusiasm, as if he had already seen the coming victory.

Jirgalang firmly objected: "Although we gained something from our last entry into the Pass, we also suffered heavy losses in the Eight Banners, especially the Plain White Banner, which was almost seriously injured. This is a war between the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia, and we should not intervene easily." There was some calmness and rationality in his voice.

"Unless Mongolia asks for help, we will stay put." His eyes were firm, as if he had already made the decision.

"Besides, the Mongols live a nomadic life. They can run away even if they are defeated. They are not in desperate situation yet." There was a hint of contempt and disdain in his voice.

Duoduo got angry when he heard this and slammed the table: "You are not right! The Mongols will reserve pastures before autumn. Once they are defeated, it will be difficult to find new pastures and the tribe will be in danger!" His voice was full of anger and anxiety.

"The emperor is the Khan of Mongolia. It is our responsibility to protect them!" His voice became louder, revealing his unquestionable determination.

Jirgalang also got angry: "Are you insulting me? The grassland is the world of cavalry. How many cavalry did the Ming Dynasty have? How many elite troops were there?" There was some anger and questioning in his voice.

"Although Mongolia has declined, it is still more than capable of dealing with the Ming Dynasty's cavalry!" His voice was full of confidence and disdain.

"No matter what you say today, I will not send troops!" His voice was firm and powerful, revealing his unquestionable determination.

Duoduo was so angry that he pointed at Jirgalang and said, "Watch your words!" His voice was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

"Respect each other!" Jirgalang did not give in, and his voice was a bit cold and majestic.

The two were about to fight, when the young emperor Fulin suddenly said, "Uncles, stop arguing and listen to Mr. Fan's opinion." His voice was clear and pleasant, like a spring flowing into the tense atmosphere. His eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if he had seen through the disputes and entanglements in this world.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Fan Wencheng slowly stood up. His calm figure looked particularly firm under the candlelight. He bowed solemnly, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, gentlemen, please be patient and listen to me."

Hauge, the burly prince, slammed the table and shouted impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense and get to the point. I don't have time to listen to you!" His face was full of impatience, as if time was more precious to him than gold.

Fan Wencheng suppressed his dissatisfaction. He knew the prince's temper very well, but he still chose to continue to explain his point of view: "When Emperor Taizu Nurhaci first started his army, he decided to unite with Mongolia to fight against the Ming Dynasty. After Emperor Taizong Huang Taiji ascended the throne, he also continued to use this strategy, which enabled our Qing Dynasty to survive and grow in the cracks."

His words carried a heavy sense of history, as if bringing everyone back to that turbulent era. "Now the Ming Dynasty wants to seize the grasslands. If we, the Qing Dynasty, do nothing, how can we explain to the world? If Mongolia surrenders to the Ming Dynasty, losing aid is not a big deal. We are afraid that the Ming Dynasty will get good horses and train elite cavalry. Then, our Qing Dynasty will be in great trouble!"

Fan Wencheng's voice echoed in the empty hall, and every word seemed to hit everyone's heart. He paused and continued, "So, what I mean is that we should not only help Mongolia, but also go all out! Only in this way can we ensure the safety of our Qing Dynasty."

As soon as Fan Wencheng finished speaking, everyone looked at each other in surprise. They had not expected that Fan Wencheng would make such a bold suggestion.

Haoge widened his eyes and glared at Fan Wencheng, as if he could see through him: "Fan Wencheng, are you trying to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige? Even if you gave the Ming Dynasty good horses, what would happen? Wasn't the Guanning Army the elite of the Ming Dynasty? It was still defeated by our Eight Banners Army. If it was really like what you said, how could we lose Liaodong?"

Duoduo also echoed: "Fan Wencheng, don't go too far. Don't give the enemy morale and destroy our own prestige!" His face was full of disdain, as if Fan Wencheng's suggestion was an insult to him.

Everyone was arrogant and dismissive. They could not accept Fan Wencheng's suggestion, thinking it was a betrayal of the Qing Dynasty.

However, Fan Wencheng nodded slightly, with no expression on his face. He knew very well that it was not easy to change these people's ideas: "In the sixth year of Chongde, which was the fourteenth year of Lin Xiaofeng, after the Battle of Songjin, the Ming Dynasty lost almost all of its territory outside the Great Wall, leaving only Ningyuan, an isolated city. In the first year of Shunzhi, which was the seventeenth year of Lin Xiaofeng, Wu Sangui gave up Ningyuan and surrendered to Shanhaiguan. From the sixth year of Chongde to the first year of Shunzhi, a full three years, if the Guanning Army was really so vulnerable, how could our Eight Banners Army fail to capture Ningyuan in three years?"

Fan Wencheng's words were like a loud slap in the face, leaving everyone speechless. They could not refute this fact, and they could not help but feel uneasy. If the Ming army was really that weak, then the Eight Banners Army was no more than that.

"Okay!" A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of Regent Daishan, and he broke the silence, "I support Mr. Fan's opinion. If you have any opinions, please feel free to speak out. Finally, please let Your Majesty make the final decision." There was an unquestionable majesty in his voice.

Jirgalang was the first to agree, as he was well aware of Fan Wencheng's wisdom and the importance of this suggestion. Others no longer hesitated and expressed their willingness to help Mongolia.

The young Emperor Fulin did not express his opinion. He just held his stomach and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. Please wait a moment, everyone. I will be back soon." After that, he hurriedly left the Chongzheng Hall and went straight to the lobby on the first floor of the Phoenix Tower.

At this time, in the lobby on the first floor of Phoenix Tower, Bumbutai (Xiaozhuang) and Zhezhe had been waiting for a long time. Their faces were full of anxiety and expectation, as if they were waiting for a moment that would decide their fate.

"Mother," Fulin said as soon as he entered the room, "it has been agreed that everyone is willing to help Mongolia." There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of determination.

Bumbutai nodded, her eyes sparkling with wisdom: "Fan Wencheng is indeed far-sighted. He knows that only by helping Mongolia can we ensure the safety of our Qing Dynasty."

Fulin asked in confusion: "Mother, what should we do next?" His heart was full of doubts and he didn't know how to deal with this complicated situation.

"When you go back, you can promise them to let Prince Zheng Jirgalang preside over the discussion," Bumbutai instructed. Her voice was filled with an unquestionable majesty, as if everything was under her control.

Fulin nodded and turned to leave. However, at this moment, Bumbutai thought for a moment, looked up and said to Zhezhe: "Aunt, the time has come."

Zhezhe was stunned: "What timing?" Her heart was full of doubts. She didn't know what Bumbutai meant by "timing".

"It's time to restore Dorgon's throne," Bumbutai said firmly. There was a resolute light in her eyes, as if she had made all the preparations.

"You..." Zhezhe was so surprised that she couldn't speak. She didn't expect that Bumbutai would propose to restore Dorgon's throne at this time.

"Aunt, listen to me," Bumbutai took a deep breath, as if she wanted to gather all her courage at this moment, "After Dorgon lost power, he went to Korea to prepare military supplies. During this period, Jirgalang and Daishan jointly ruled. But Jirgalang could not convince the people and did not make any achievements; Daishan relied on his power to do whatever he wanted, despised the law, despised the emperor, and competed with Jirgalang for power and profit. If this continues, the Qing Dynasty will be in danger."

There was anxiety and worry in her voice, as if she had already seen the future crisis of the Qing Dynasty.

Zhezhe sighed: "After Dorgon failed to enter the Pass, he retreated outside the Pass. Now he has no place in the court. How can you restore him to his throne?" There was a hint of helplessness and worry in her voice.

"I don't have a good idea either," Bumbutai shook her head, "but Fan Wencheng has a plan." There was a gleam of expectation in her eyes, as if she placed all her hopes on Fan Wencheng.

"What's the plan?" Zhezhe asked doubtfully. She wanted to know more details so that she could make a more accurate judgment.

"I don't know either," Bumbutai shook her head again, "This is Fan Wencheng's strategy. He said Jirgalang would act according to his plan." There was a sense of mystery in her voice, as if this strategy was a gift from God.

Zhezhe frowned and said worriedly, "You wouldn't be deceived by Fan Wencheng, right?" Her heart was full of doubts and anxieties.

"I don't know either," Bumbutai sighed, "but let's just trust him this time." There was helplessness and determination in her voice, as if she had made the final decision.

"No!" Zhezhe looked worried. "We should go and see the situation in person, so as not to fall into their trap." Her voice was filled with anxiety and worry. "Okay." Bumbutai tidied her clothes and quickly rushed to the back door of Chongzheng Hall. Her figure seemed particularly firm and resolute in the night.

At this moment, there was silence in Chongzheng Hall, with only the flickering candlelight, as if adding a touch of mystery to this moment when an important decision was about to be made.

Jirgalang asked again: "Since we have agreed to aid Mongolia, who will be responsible for the food and fodder issue?" His voice was majestic and unquestionable.

"As the Art of War says: Food and fodder must be sent before troops move out. Who will be responsible for transporting food and fodder for this expedition?" His words were filled with a sense of historical weight and a deep insight into reality.

Everyone lowered their heads and kept silent. They knew that transporting food and grass was a hard job, without any credit, and full of danger. If you win a battle, it won't be your credit, but if you lose a battle, you will be the first to bear the responsibility. Moreover, natural disasters and man-made disasters are unpredictable, and no one wants to take on this hot potato.

Therefore, when Jirgalang asked this question, everyone chose to remain silent. They were unwilling to take on this thankless task, and even more unwilling to stand up and take responsibility at this critical moment.

Jirgalang glanced at Daishan out of the corner of his eye and said, "Prince Li Daishan's Zhenghong Banner has a strong force. Why not let them be responsible for escorting the grain and fodder?" There was a hint of provocation and temptation in his voice.

When Daishan heard this, his eyes widened immediately, and he glared at Jirgalang and said, "I think Prince Zheng's (Jirgalang) Bordered Blue Banner is not weak either!" There was a sense of anger and unwillingness in his voice, as if Jirgalang's words touched a pain in his heart.

Jirgalang turned his gaze to Duoduo again, wanting to see his reaction. However, Duoduo stood up before he could speak and said, "Anyone can do this job, except me!" His voice was full of self-righteousness and unquestionable.

"Why?" Everyone asked curiously. They wanted to know why Tudor refused this job so resolutely.

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"The Bordered White Banner made great contributions when we entered the Pass last time. According to the merits, it is not my turn to transport food and grass!" Duoduo said confidently. His face was full of pride and pride, as if the last battle to enter the Pass was the most glorious achievement in his life.

As a result, everyone started arguing over the transportation of grain and grass. They each insisted on their own opinion and refused to give in, as if this task was a hot potato that no one was willing to take over.

Daishan's Red Banner and Jirgalang's Blue Banner were excluded first, as they were unwilling to take on this thankless task. Duoduo's White Banner and White Banner volunteered to be exempted from this task on the grounds of their great contributions, believing that they had already made enough contributions to the court and should not bear this additional responsibility.

Hauge's Zhenglan Banner and Luoluohun's Xianghong Banner huddled together for warmth and were also eliminated. They believed that they should not be the victims of this mission, and were even more unwilling to stand up and take responsibility at this critical moment.

As the leader of the Plain Yellow Banner and the Bordered Yellow Banner, Fulin could not possibly transport food and grass himself. His status and position made it impossible for him to undertake such a menial task, and he was even more unwilling to have his banner tainted with such an unlucky task.

For a time, the discussion was deadlocked. No one was willing to take responsibility.
Seeing that no one was willing to take on the difficult task of transporting grain and grass, Duoduo suddenly spoke up. His voice was particularly clear in the silent hall: "Everyone, I have a candidate here."

Jirgalang narrowed his eyes and asked curiously, "Prince Yu, why don't you tell me about it?" There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he hoped Duoduo could give a surprising answer.

Everyone's eyes turned to Duoduo, who said seriously, "I recommend Prince Rui Dorgon to be the grain escort!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn. Everyone was stunned, and then their reactions varied. Daishan was the first to jump out and object, with obvious anger in his voice: "No, absolutely not!"

"Dorgon was already guilty, and we have already pardoned him and allowed him to go to Korea to prepare military supplies. How can we give him a real job again?" Daishan's tone was filled with strong dissatisfaction and worry.

"Besides, I don't trust Dorgon. He will only do harm when leading troops. Once there is a problem with food and fodder, our Eight Banners expedition will be over." As soon as Daishan finished speaking, Jirgalang immediately expressed his opinion: "Prince Li is right, and I agree." There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, as if he had seen through Dodo's plan.

"Me too." Luo Luohun followed closely behind. He was Daishan's grandson, so he naturally stood on his grandfather's side. Although his voice was not loud, it was full of determination.

In the blink of an eye, the leaders of the three banners clearly expressed their opposition. In politics, the minority must obey the majority. Although Duoduo had the support of two banners, he still lacked one vote to break the deadlock.

At this time, Duoduo had a resolute face and an unyielding look in his eyes. He turned his gaze to Hauge, hoping that he could be the key vote. Hauge was hesitant, his eyes wandering among the crowd, as if looking for a suitable answer.

In fact, in private, Duoduo had already told him that Dorgon was going to come back. Normally, Hauge should have refused, after all, he and Dorgon had been at loggerheads over the throne. But Duoduo gave Hauge an idea: fish in troubled waters. He said that once Dorgon came back, Daishan and Jirgalang would be busy fighting for power and suppressing each other, and in this way, Hauge and the Zhenglan Banner would have a chance to rise in the chaos.

"Aren't you afraid that Dorgon will come back and take your place?" Hauge asked half-jokingly, but his eyes revealed a seriousness.

"If he can snatch it away, let him snatch it away. I admit I am not as good as you and I am willing to admit defeat!" Duoduo answered with a smile. There was a sense of freedom and confidence in his smile.

Thinking of Duoduo's words, Haoge looked at Jirgalang and Daishan again, and came up with an idea. He turned to the young emperor Fulin and said, "Your Majesty, since no one is willing to take this job, why not give Prince Rui a chance to atone for his sins? After all, he is also a prince of our Qing Dynasty."

When Hauge said this, the whole hall was shaken. Especially Daishan and Jirgalang, they couldn't believe their ears. When fighting for the throne before, Hauge and Dorgon were irreconcilable, why did he suddenly help Dorgon now?
"Your Majesty, please don't do that!" Jirgalang tried to dissuade him, with a hint of anxiety in his voice, "If you use Dorgon again, I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of the soldiers and their families."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Dorgon failed miserably when he entered the Pass. Our Eight Banners cannot withstand such a blow again. Please think twice!" Daishan also echoed, his tone filled with obvious worry and dissatisfaction.

Xiao Fulin felt a huge pressure, and his eyes wandered among the crowd, as if looking for a suitable answer. At this time, Sony stood up, his voice firm and powerful: "I have a question for the two princes."

"Please speak." Jirgalang and Daishan answered at the same time, their eyes revealing a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Sony took a deep breath and said, "Now that we have decided to send troops to Mongolia, the most urgent task is to collect food and grass and select grain escort officers. If the two princes can recommend suitable candidates, that would be the best; but if the two of you are unwilling to take this responsibility and prevent others from taking it, then aren't you making things difficult for the emperor?"

As soon as Sony finished speaking, Jierhalang and Daishan were speechless. They looked at each other, and although they were unwilling, they could only nod in agreement. After all, no one wanted to take on this hot potato!

After some discussion, it was decided that Dorgon would return to escort the grain and grass. "Immediately recall Prince Rui Dorgon from Korea to Shengjing to take charge of the matter of escorting the grain and grass; the rest of the troops should quickly assemble and be ready to send troops to the grassland at any time." As the military orders were issued one after another, the whole Liaodong became busy.

When Dorgon heard the news in Korea, he was ecstatic. He thought he would be silent there for several years, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to come back so soon. So he immediately recruited 10,000 troops, brought sufficient food and fodder, and returned to Shengjing.

On the day he entered the city, an urgent war report came from the grassland: the Ming army had already set out! And the momentum was very strong. The vanguard of 2,000 people actually defeated the 3,000 cavalry of the Chahar tribe! This news was like a cold wind, blowing through every corner of the hall in an instant.

"The three thousand cavalrymen of the Chahar tribe were defeated?" Duoduo frowned first, and there was a light of disbelief in his eyes. "Who is the general sent by the Ming army this time?"

"It's the surrendered bandit general He Jin. He leads the bandits' elite troops and their combat effectiveness is very strong." Aobai replied with a hint of solemnity in his voice.

"We have to be careful." Daishan's expression became serious, and his eyes revealed a deep worry.

"That's right, we have to be cautious!" Jirgalang also echoed, with helplessness and worry in his tone.

At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was so solemn that it seemed like water could drip out. Everyone frowned, and their eyes revealed a deep worry and uneasiness. They knew that this war was of great significance to the Qing Dynasty. If they failed, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this time, Fan Wencheng stood up. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and confidence, as if he had seen the dawn of victory: "We should quickly send troops westward to attack the Ming army's flank and catch them off guard! As the art of war says, speed is the most important thing! The Ming army doesn't know we have joined the war yet. Sending troops at this time will catch them by surprise and catch them off guard!"

"If we're lucky, we might be able to annihilate several elite troops of the Ming army!" Abahai's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his voice was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Fan Wencheng nodded and continued, "I plan to divide the troops into four groups. The first group will disguise themselves as the old, weak and sick Mongolians to lure the Ming army deeper into the territory; the second group will bypass the rear of the Ming army and cut off their retreat. In this way, the Ming army will be defeated without a doubt if they can attack from both sides."

"We can use this tactic repeatedly and gradually annihilate most of the Ming army." Fan Wencheng's tone was confident and firm, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"The third route will go outside Shanhaiguan to create momentum and tie down the Guanning Cavalry, preventing them from supporting the grassland battlefield." Fan Wencheng's words revealed a well-thought-out wisdom and strategy.

"The last group will lie in ambush on the grassland, waiting for the main force of the Ming army to arrive and then engage in a decisive battle with them. On the grassland, we are a paradise for cavalry, and the Ming army's cavalry are no match for us at all!" As soon as Fan Wencheng finished speaking, a voice of agreement rang out in the hall.

Everyone was moved by Fan Wencheng's strategy. They knew that this war was of great significance to the Qing Dynasty. Only by going all out could they win. So, they all expressed their willingness to send troops to fight for the glory of the Qing Dynasty!

At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the vast territory of Mongolia was divided into three parts according to location: South of the Desert, North of the Desert and West of the Desert. South of the Desert, like a piece of emerald jade inlaid in the north, is today's Inner Mongolia; North of the Desert is a more vast world, including the boundless land to the north of Outer Mongolia; and West of the Desert, that remote and mysterious place, is probably the vast territory of Xinjiang and Kazakhstan.

In the southern part of Mongolia, there are countless tribes like stars. There are as many as 24 large tribes, each with its own pride and glory. However, among these many tribes, the five most powerful tribes, from west to east, are Ordos, Western Tumed, Chahar, Khorchin, and Eastern Tumed. These five tribes are more powerful than each other, and each has strong strength and profound heritage.

In the northern part of the desert, the Khalkha tribe was like a lion, looking down on the vast grassland; in the western part of the desert, the Oirats were the overlords there, possessing powerful military force and abundant resources.

The glory of the Yuan Dynasty had passed away, and the tribes on the grassland began to fight endlessly. You fight me, I fight you, and sometimes they even join hands to fight against the Ming Dynasty. However, with the death of the last leader of the Golden Family, Lin Danhan, the changes on the grassland opened a new chapter.

Ezhe, the son of Lin Danhan, a wise and decisive young man, presented the imperial seal to Huang Taiji to show his submission. Huang Taiji generously named him the Prince of Chahar of the Qing Dynasty. This move was undoubtedly a declaration of the majesty and strength of the Qing Dynasty to the tribes on the grassland.

However, for the Golden Family, their rule on the grassland had come to an end. The dream of unifying Mongolia was also shattered. Ezhe had no sons, and it was his younger brother Abunai who inherited the Chahar tribe.

Five hundred miles north of Datong is a vast grassland. Here, Abunai was sitting in a tent, reading a letter from Jirgalang. His eyes were deep and complex, as if he was thinking about an important decision. Sitting next to him was a woman who was not outstanding in appearance, but her eyebrows revealed a sense of tenacity and decisiveness. Her name was Aixinjue Makata, and she was actually the second daughter of Huang Taiji and Abunai's daughter-in-law.

In order to win over Mongolia, Huang Taiji married Makata to Ezhe. However, after Ezhe died, according to Mongolian customs, Makata married Abunai. This was undoubtedly a trick of fate for Makata. But she accepted it calmly because she knew that she was carrying the heavy responsibility of the marriage between the Qing Dynasty and Mongolia.

Abunai smiled at Makata, but his smile revealed a subtle hatred. Although he was respectful to the Manchus on the surface, his heart was already full of dissatisfaction and anger. He always remembered the hatred of his father, Ligdan Khan, and longed to take revenge one day.

He pushed the letter in front of Makata and said coldly: "Shenyang said that reinforcements will arrive soon, and they want us to delay the Ming army. Also, I haven't officially inherited the title of King of Chahar yet, so don't keep calling me king." There was a hint of dissatisfaction and sarcasm in his tone.

Makata responded with a smile, her smile was filled with helplessness and bitterness. She knew the pain and struggle in Abunai's heart, and also understood the burden and pressure on him. But she was powerless and could only accompany him silently.

Makata looked at the letter again, then raised her head and asked Abunai: "Do you regret killing the Ming Dynasty envoy?" There was a hint of worry and concern in her eyes.

Abunai answered seriously: "No regrets! Chahar has now belonged to the Qing Dynasty, and what the Ming Dynasty did was a provocation. As the younger brother of the King of Chahar, how can I not uphold the dignity of the Qing Dynasty?" His tone was firm and decisive, as if nothing could shake his determination.

Makata nodded. She understood Abunai's position and decision. She knew his responsibilities and mission, and also understood his inner pain and struggle. But she was powerless and could only support and accompany him silently.

As the couple was playing around, Makata suddenly asked about the war strategy. She wanted to know how Abunai planned to deal with the upcoming war.

Abunai smiled and said that he had already set up a plan to lure the enemy deep into the territory, and then cut off the Ming army's food supply, so that they would become chaotic. His smile was full of confidence and cunning, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Makata advised him not to underestimate the enemy, after all, the Ming army was no pushover. But Abunai said confidently: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. This time we must let the Ming know how powerful we are!" His tone revealed a strong sense of confidence and determination.

On the other side, in Yanghewei, Li Xingzhong, Liu Zhaoji, Tang Shengyu, Zhu Fenghui and others were sitting together, discussing military affairs. Their faces were full of seriousness and solemnity, as if the upcoming war was a life-and-death contest.

Zhu Fenghui said worriedly: "We don't have enough food and grass. We're afraid we won't be able to hold out if we go deep behind enemy lines." There was a hint of worry and uneasiness in his tone.

Li Xingzhong became anxious when he heard this. He slammed the table and said, "It's outrageous to think about retreating before the fight even starts! We are soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, how can we be afraid of the enemy?" His voice was loud and firm, as if to cheer everyone up.

Zhu Fenghui quickly explained: "I don't want to retreat, I'm just worried that there won't be enough food. Once we go deep behind enemy lines, the supply lines will be stretched. What will we do if there isn't enough food?" There was a hint of helplessness and anxiety in his tone.

Liu Zhaoji smiled and comforted him, saying, "War depends on spoils of war. But the cavalry only have limited food, so victory or defeat is hard to predict. What's more, war horses have huge appetites, so they can't fight for long. So, we have to find a way to solve this problem." There was a hint of calmness and confidence in his smile, as if he had already thought of a solution.

Zhu Fenghui asked about the Mongols' methods of the westward expedition, hoping to find some inspiration and reference from it. Liu Zhaoji then carefully analyzed the difficulties and challenges of the Mongols' westward expedition, and how they overcame these difficulties and won. After listening to Liu Zhaoji's analysis, everyone was silent. They knew that the upcoming war would be a difficult contest, but they also understood their responsibilities and missions. They were soldiers of the Ming Dynasty and must fight to the end for the honor and interests of the country! (End of this chapter)