Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 355 There is one less person to share the wine glass with (Part )
"That fellow from Batur must be among the fleeing army. Come and prepare fast horses for me to chase," Suletan shouted excitedly.

Horse hooves are flying, and countless hunters are rushing north, not hunting other wolves.

Batur fled desperately, sending personal guards to intercept the pursuers along the way. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around him, with only a hundred riders left.

"Eqi Ge, the war horse can't run anymore. Let's rest in the oasis ahead," Chechen reported to his old father.

"Well, I can only rest for a quarter of an hour and continue on my way in a quarter of an hour." Although he was embarrassed, he was Huitaiji of Junggar after all, giving orders and showing the majesty of a king.

The oasis in front was not big, so the soldiers took advantage of the rare rest time to drink and eat. Just after resting for a while, they heard roars like thunder and saw rolling sand, and the cavalry of the Guards was chasing them.

"Hurry up and get on the horse." Batur's expression changed drastically.

"Ta~ta~ta~" Enemy cavalry also came from both wings, and they were actually surrounded by thousands of people.

"Please pray for Ge, follow me quickly to break through the encirclement." Chechen took off his long bow and shot down an enemy. Then he moved forward bravely with a long sword in his left hand and a lance in his right hand. A guard chief held a knife to block him. Chechen stabbed with his right hand, and the gun suddenly spun and went straight into the chest of the chief. The man was dead, but the gun remained on the body.

Another enemy came at him with a horse spear, and Chechen had to abandon his gun and dodge. "Whoosh", the sharp arrow was like the wind, hitting the enemy's head. The man's body was hanging on the horse and being dragged forward by the horse, but it was Wolf King Batur who took action. The father and son fought side by side and killed dozens of people in a blink of an eye.

"The situation in Huitaiji is over. Why struggle to the death and commit more crimes? The tribes in Oirat are originally one family, so why should they kill each other? If you are willing to submit to David, you will be granted the title of Duke." Liang Guogong and Governor Barsi of Oirat loudly persuaded him to surrender. This veteran of the Huite tribe, who had experienced the westward migration of the Oirat Mongols, was of the same generation as Batur's father, Halahula, and wanted to walk the westward migration together.

"Thank you for your kindness, but in Junggar we only have Hutaiji who died in battle, but no Hutaiji who surrendered." Batur politely refused.

"Go to hell", Chechen suddenly rode his horse and rushed towards Barsi, slashing him diagonally with his long sword. Creatures like wolves are best at sneak attacks when their prey is unprepared. Taking advantage of Balth's distracted conversation with his father, the little wolf quickly launched an attack.

But what he met was Barth, a veteran who had been fighting for a lifetime. He was not afraid of danger and turned his body sideways to avoid the fatal attack.

"Puff~puff~puff~"

Barth's personal guards stabbed him one after another with spears, and the young general Chechen was stabbed into a bloody man.

"My son!"

Batur's eyes were about to burst, and one word burst out from between his teeth: "Kill!"

The last few dozen personal guards faithfully carried out the Wolf King's orders, howling and killing the enemy. In the end, they were outnumbered. After killing and injuring several times the enemy, only Batur was left.

The wolf in despair is the most terrifying. Looking at Batur Hutaiji whose shirt was stained with blood, the guards did not dare to step forward for a moment.

"Wait a minute," the Wolf King suddenly said these two words from between his teeth.

"Why, Huitaiji has changed his mind?" Balsi was overjoyed. If the man in front of him is willing to surrender, it will be greatly beneficial to the people of the Junggar tribe!
"You are not worthy of answering me. I want to see that boy Sultana," Batur smiled arrogantly. Even if some people are in desperate situations, their opponents will not dare to insult them. The white-haired veteran Balsi bowed to him and saluted, "Please wait a moment, I will notify your Majesty."

"That fellow Batur wants to see me? What does he want to say? Surrender to me? Hahaha, I have fought against the Dzungars for so many years, and finally I have the word 'submit'." After listening to his subordinate's report, Suletan was very happy. The heart is full of joy. Thinking of his old rival, the Wolf King Batur, kneeling in front of his horse without dignity, he felt so happy, as happy as drinking ice water in the dog days of summer.

In order to humiliate the enemy as much as possible, he deliberately walked slowly and let Lang Yu wait for a while.

Finally, a figure appeared in the emperor's eyes. The man has a simple face and a strong body. If you look closely, you can see a cold glint in his eyes. He is his old friend Batur.

The Wolf King did not confess to the death penalty, kneel down in front of the horse, and beg for forgiveness as he imagined. The man did not even dismount his horse or speak, but just squinted his eyes and silently observed him.

Suletan felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, and he had become the prey, while Nabatour had become the predator.

"Cough~" He coughed majestically, not only to relieve the embarrassment, but also to remind Batur, "I'm here, you can surrender."

The Wolf King's eyes flashed with contempt and he remained silent, as if the person in front of him did not exist.

hateful! We have reached this point, why are you so crazy?
Suletan was furious. As his status and power continued to grow, no one had dared to be so rude to him for a long time. The person in front of him had the qualifications, but he couldn't get angry! It’s really annoying!

"Haha, I heard that Huitaiji wants to see me. I wonder if you have any advice?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"Sultan, you won and I lost. Oirat will eventually be reunified, but it's a pity that it will not be achieved in my hands." Batur sighed and admitted defeat as soon as he opened his mouth.

Sultan was unexpected for his stubborn opponent to admit defeat so happily. He softened his tone and said, "You are a hero of the same generation as my father. In terms of seniority, I should call you 'Abaga (uncle). Whether it is literary skills or military strategy, you can be regarded as an outstanding person in Oirat. It is a pity that I met you." I, otherwise you would be the one to unify Oirat.”

Hearing what he said, Batur's expression softened a little, "After victory, how do you plan to treat the Junggar people?"

"I use the word 'Wei' in Oirat as the name of my country, just to unify all the tribes in Oirat. From now on, there will be no Junggars, Heshuotes, Torguts, Durbots, and Huite people, only Weilat people." people. In my eyes, they are all David's people, and they should all be treated well without discrimination. I will select the virtuous ones from the surrendered Junggar people and use them. Even if it is your son, as long as he is willing to surrender, I will I will not kill, but give courteous treatment. The sea is open to all rivers, and tolerance is great. This is my mind as the Davidic Emperor." Suletan puffed up his chest proudly and talked eloquently.

"If this is the case, you will become a good emperor, a figure like Genghis Khan." Batur nodded and suddenly said: "My counselor Bobei has amazing talents. Either kill him or let him He is for your use”.

"I have remembered Abaga's words. I will make you a first-class honorable prince, hereditary and irreplaceable. Please help me recruit and surrender my old troops," Sultan said politely.

"Make me a prince and recruit your old troops to surrender for you? Hahaha." Batur laughed loudly as if he heard something extremely ridiculous. He laughed and said: "Zunggar only has Huetaiji who died in battle, but no Huitaiji who surrendered. Taiji, let alone Huitaiji who persuaded his subordinates to surrender. Since you want to unify Oirat, please show your true skills!"

After laughing, he pulled out the Yilit knife (Khan knife) and wiped it hard on his neck. Blood spattered five feet, and there was no longer a wolf king in the world.

(End of this chapter)