Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 208 The Battle of Kashiluk

After Kundulun Ubash led the defeated army to escape back to Kashiluk, they counted the troops and found that only 10,000 of the original 30,000 troops were left. It's not that 20,000 people were actually killed or captured, but they were scattered everywhere after the defeat. Before they could gather them, Batur's pursuers were already approaching his tent.

He found Allardal, Minister of Dulbert Department, "I am the one who has caused trouble for the Dulbert people this time. You have fulfilled your obligations as an ally. There is no need to accompany me to death here. Run away."

"Dataiji, what about you?" Aldar asked.

"This is my tent. I want to stick here. No matter whether there are reinforcements or not, I must fight to the end." The old man's words were decisive.

Aldar's face turned red, "What did Dadaiji think of me as a Durbot? A coward who abandoned his friends and fled alone? I would like to stay here with you and wait for reinforcements from Yangir Khan. If you can't wait, Come to reinforce me, and I am willing to fight and die with you."

"Good! He is indeed the grandson of Daleitaish!" Kundulun Ubashi shouted loudly, with tears in his eyes.

Both leaders refused to escape, and the low morale of the army was slightly cheered up. The 10,000 defeated soldiers and the remaining 3,000 defenders silently strengthened the camp, preparing to face the coming storm.

It was getting dark, and Kundulun Ubas was wiping his sword carefully in preparation for tomorrow's battle, when bursts of noise suddenly came from the scene. "What's going on?" He frowned.

"Dataiji, it's women, all the women from our tribe are here." The guard was reporting when a petite figure suddenly broke in.

Kundulun Ubas took a closer look and saw that it was his old wife Qingele, wearing armor, holding a knife and a bow.

"Qinggele, why are you dressed like this?"

"Dataiji, we are facing a huge enemy. Why don't we use tens of thousands of soldiers?"

"Tens of thousands of soldiers? How can I still have tens of thousands of soldiers?" Kundulun Ubashi smiled bitterly.

"I, a Mongolian woman, have been herding horses and sheep since I was a child, and I can handle swords and guns. There are tens of thousands of strong women like me in the tribe. We can fight," Qingele said seriously.

Kundulun Ubashi's eyes lit up, and then he lowered his head, "It is really a shame for men to let women fight for the tribe!"

"Dataiji, the tribe belongs to both men and women. Can you bear to see the scene where the enemy forces break through the camp and women and children become slaves? Please let us join the war. We would rather die in battle with honor." Qinggele knelt down and begged.

Kundulun Ubas's eyes were moist, and he remembered that day forty years ago, when he rode on horseback to the Khalkha people's pastures to do business, and he happened to catch up with the locals "robbing the bride". On a whim, he snatched away the beautiful bride. Forty years have passed, and the young man has become an old man; the beautiful bride has become the grandmother of the children.

"Qinggele, if Changshengtian lets me choose again, I will not hesitate to snatch you back from the Khalkha people," the old man said with choked sobs.

"Dataiji, Eqige named me 'Qinggele' because he wanted me to be happy. I have never regretted marrying you in my life." Yanji's voice is still gentle, just like forty years ago. That little girl.

With tens of thousands more Detachment troops joining the battle, the morale in the camp was high again. Watching their mothers, wives, and sisters take up swords and guns, the men understood that they had no retreat. Once they fell, their relatives would be killed or turned into slaves. For the sake of your loved ones, you can only fight hard!

"The old man chose a good place to camp," Batur said with a smile, looking at the tent of Kundulun Ubashi not far away.

"Huitai Ji, the enemy has been newly defeated and there are not many elites left. Order the attack on the stronghold. It will only take half a day to capture the enemy stronghold." He laughed with Orlek. Batur nodded and was about to issue an attack order when Oqiltu Khan walked up to him and said, "Huntaiji, the enemy is at the end of its rope, why bother to hurt the lives of the soldiers. I am willing to persuade Kundulun Ubashi to surrender. ".

"Well, please persuade your third uncle carefully. As long as he is willing to surrender, I will spare his life."

Oqiltu Khan galloped to the front of the stronghold, shot an arrow away, and shouted: "I am Oqiltu Khan of the Heshuote Department, and I would like to invite my third uncle Kundulun Ubas Dataiji to have a conversation."

Hearing that his eldest nephew asked him to talk, Kundulun Ubashi sneered and came to the wall of the village, "Why did my dear nephew call me?"

"Third uncle, those who understand current affairs are heroes. Batur Hutaiji has agreed that as long as you are willing to surrender, I will never kill you."

After listening to his nephew's words, Kundulun Ubas laughed loudly, "Back then, your father, your fourth uncle, your fifth uncle, your sixth uncle, and five brothers from the same mother and I were known as the 'Heshuote Five Tigers'. Later, Your father, fourth uncle, and fifth uncle all died in the battle, and you are worthy of the title of fierce tiger. Although your father and I are at odds and parted ways, seeing his tragic death, I am proud of him! The Shuote tribe and I are the dignified leaders of the Weilat Alliance. , when did you fall to the point where you have to listen to the orders of the Dzungars? Worship Bagas, worship Bagas, this is the good son you gave birth to, and it has disgraced the ancestors! You are not as good as me! You are really not as good as me! Haha Ha ha!"

After hearing this, the camp burst into laughter.

Oqirtu Khan became angry. He always regarded himself as Oirat Khan and was ashamed to obey Batur's command. As a result, Kundulun Ubashi hit a sore spot, and he was angry because he cared.

Hearing that Kundulun Ubas refused, Batur didn't waste any words and ordered the attack.

"Dong~dong~dong~" the marching drum sounded urgently.

As soon as he heard the sound of the drum, Oqiltu Khan personally supervised the battle. He wanted to wash away his shame with the blood of his enemies.

Under the supervision of the Great Khan, Heshuote soldiers rushed toward the camp like a tide. As soon as they attacked, there were two thousand-man teams. One group died, and another group came up.

"Alas! This boy has the temperament of a worshiper of Bagas. He can't stand his anger and will look for someone to kill him on impulse. If all his subordinates are killed, how can he gain a foothold in Oirat?" He Orlek shook his head and ordered his subordinates to shout loudly. , but only one hundred men were placed in front.

Batur also dispatched two thousand-man troops at the beginning. Seeing that the defenders seemed to be losing their minds and resisting desperately, hundreds of people were killed and injured after a while. First use the Durbots and Turghuts to consume the enemy's strength.

Seeing another group of warriors fall with anger, Oqiltu Khan's anger gradually subsided, replaced by incomparable heartache. Every warrior is the wealth of the tribe, and one who dies will lose one.

"Great Khan, we can't fight any more. If you fight me and the Shuote tribe again, your muscles and bones will be broken. The Junggars and the Turguts are all feigning attacks," the sixth uncle Buyan Hatan Batur advised him. This person was once one of the Five Heshuote Tigers, but now he is no longer as reckless as before. He pays attention to things and makes decisions before taking action.

"Alas! Retreat the troops," Oqiltu Khan sighed.

The battle lasted for a month. Just when both sides were planning to fight to the death, things took a turn for the better with the appearance of a compassionate monk.

(End of this chapter)