Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 37 A generation of heroes returns to the earth
"Eqi Ge, you are in the prime of life, why do you want to pass on the auspicious position of Dadai to your children?" Suletan suddenly had an ominous premonition and cried in a tearful voice.

"Silly boy, people always die. This time I was poisoned, and I heard the call of Changshengtian. I guess I won't last long. While I'm still alive, you can help you calm down the situation after taking over the position of Dadaiji." , Nomudale gasped.

"No, Erqi Ge, you will definitely live a long life!" Suletan was filled with sadness and cried bitterly.

"Idiot, if you live to be a hundred years old, won't your father become an immortal?" Nomudalei smiled, "Okay, put away your tears. We Mongolian warriors will bleed without shedding tears, and we will go and conquer the important civil and military ministers, as well as those from all over the world." Call all the Noyans."

Noyan Ubashi, Buyan Burhan, Ororik, Namuzhan, Aldar, Erke and other Noyan; Batu Hetan, Tiemoer, Nasutu, Balsi, Toli, When Xi Rimo, Dash, Erdun, Mandulatu and other civil and military ministers appeared in the big tent, Nomudalei was already in military uniform and full of splendor.

"I want to calm down and realize the Dharma, and I don't want to be disturbed by worldly affairs anymore. From today on, I will pass on the position of Dadai Ji to my son Suletan. Are you willing to be loyal to my son?" He asked majesticly.

Those who knew the inside story remained silent, while those who did not understand the situation whispered.

"Brother, the whip of my Huite tribe is in your hand, how can you abandon us and wait for us to practice Buddhism?" Noyan Ubas shouted.

"Yes, brother, Sultan's nephew is still young, how can he be worthy of such a big responsibility? You should pass on the throne in a few years." Buyan Burhan also disagreed.

As soon as they took the lead, Namuzhan, Ororik and other Noyans also objected.

"enough!"

Nomudalei shook his tiger body and roared: "I have made up my mind, are you willing to be loyal to my son?" After saying that, he stared at everyone coldly. There was a faint reflection of metal outside the tent, and it was obvious that an ambush had been laid.

"We swear allegiance to Sultan Datai Ji." Batu Hetan, Tiemoer, Nasutu, Balsi and other important civil and military ministers swore allegiance.

Namuzhan, Ororik, Aldar, Erke and other Taiji hesitated for a moment and also expressed their allegiance.

Noyan Ubas and Buyan Burhan looked at each other and had no choice but to follow suit.

Seeing that the overall situation of his son's succession has been decided, Nomudale finally felt relieved and ordered Noyan and ministers from other places to return to their base. After everyone dispersed, he could no longer hold on, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Second brother, this is strange. It's so good. Why did the eldest brother pass the throne to his eldest nephew?" Buyan Burhan said to Noyan Ubas on the way back.

"Haha, it is indeed strange. I have asked the great shaman about this matter. According to Dalengtai, the eldest brother was injured and poisoned during the southern expedition and became seriously ill. He fell off his horse when he returned to the city, so he passed the throne to his son." , Noyan Ubas sneered.

Buyan Burhan was puzzled, "Brother's body is broken? Then why did you surrender to that childish man just now?"

"Hmph, haven't you seen the ambush hidden outside the tent? If we don't pretend to be loyal to that kid, how can we survive?" Noyan Ubas said in a deep voice.

"What are your plans for the future, second brother?"

"As long as the eldest brother is still alive, you can't act rashly; but if the eldest brother is gone, this Huite Department is yours and mine." After saying that, Noyan Ubashi roared loudly, whipped his horse and whip, and galloped towards his Otok.

Nothing in this world is immortal, no matter how good a person is, one day he will return to the earth.

Another year has passed, and the time has finally come when the predecessor of the Huite Department, Daiji Nomudale, has run out of gas. For the tribe, he fought on the battlefield and exhausted his body. Now, he wanted to take a rest.

Important ministers such as Batu Hetan, Tiemoer, Nasutu, and Balsi took turns entering the big tent to say their final goodbyes to the leader.

After taking care of the orphan, the old father summoned his two sons Suletan and Sumur. He forced a smile, and after giving instructions to his sons, he waved them out of the tent, not wanting to show his weakest side in front of the children. He hopes that in the children's hearts, he will always be the hero who is as angry as a tiger, instead of a sick man hiding in bed waiting to die.

He wanted to spend the last moments of his life with his wife, Ji Subude. This is his woman, his lifelong lover, and there is no need to pretend to be strong in front of her.

"Subude, I have to leave, Changshengtian is calling me." Nomudalei was as angry as a thread. "Dataiji, I want to go with you." Subude was heartbroken, with tears like broken pearls.

"No, the children are still young, you have to take good care of them for me." Nomudale mustered up his last strength and smiled miserably, "You know? You look ugly when you cry, but you look better when you smile~"

After saying this, the hero of the generation no longer had any breath. Dust to dust, dust to dust, great men and common people are dust!

"Dataiji~wu~dataiji~"

Subbude could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears.

"Woo~wu~wu~"

Sultan and civil and military officials waiting outside the tent choked with tears.

On this day, a thirteen-year-old boy lost his father and truly took over the riding whip of the Huite Department.

"Dataiji, are you ready? Shall the funeral begin?" Batu Hetan, the veteran minister, asked Suletan sadly.

"Let's get started," Suletan said through tears.

The chariot drawn by the horse that Nomudale rode during his lifetime transported the body of the great Taiji to the wild. When the horse stopped, everyone built a wooden house where the horse stopped, surrounded it with a three-layer fence, and then killed the war horse to pay homage to this great hero.

His body was washed clean with clean water, wrapped in white cloth, placed in a coffin, and rested under the eaves on the west side of the main house. Offerings are placed in front of the soul, and Buddhist lamps and incense are lit. The masters began to chant, and the guards dug a hole with antelope horns. After Sultan kept vigil for his father for three days, the auspicious time came for him to wake up. The important officials carried the coffin to the cave and lit the wood for cremation.

"Pray for Ge", the sad call makes all the listeners moved.

Dalengtai, the great shaman of the Huite tribe, read the sacrificial inscription:

Returned to the embrace of Changshengtian,
Da Taiji of the Huite Department.

Combining loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness,
Treat fame and fortune,

Obscurity.

The pride of Oirat people,
Nomudale.

The bravery of fighting,
Loyalty of character,

The plan is far-reaching,
The strength of blood,

The mighty warrior in the world,
The hero named Nomudale.

Born under the mission of Changshengtian,
Leave a famous name forever
"Eqi Ge~" Sultan fell to the ground and cried bitterly again.

"Dataiji~" Batu Hetan, Tiemoer, Nasutu, Balsi, Tuoli, Xirimo and others all shed tears.

The great shaman Dalengtai also burst into tears. At this moment, his sorrow was definitely not inferior to that of the others.

Finally, the funeral was over, and Dalengtai returned to his felt tent. Without taking any rest, he picked up a pen and wrote a secret letter. He called his trusted servant and gave careful instructions: "Go to the north and give this letter to Noyen Ubastaji."

(End of this chapter)