Chapter 102 Falling into the trap
Dorgon looked at the battlefield and saw that the members of the Dorlot tribe were being killed and scattered, with no sign of a show at all.

Looking at the Ming army that was clearly well prepared, Dorgon spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and cursed: "Damn, we fell into Kalaqin's trap!"

Duoduo, who was fourteen years old at the time, was stunned for a moment and instinctively asked, "Falling in a trap?"

Dorgon tried his best to widen his triangular eyes. There was not a trace of youthfulness on his sixteen-year-old face. He cursed in a distorted voice, "Karaqin wrote a letter to join forces with the Great Jin to attack Chahar. If it weren't for them, why would we come to attack?"

"Only Kalaqin knew our movements. If Kalaqin hadn't leaked our movements to the Southern Dynasty, how could the Ming army have ambushed us here!"

Duoduo frowned his sparse yellow eyebrows without expressing his opinion. He just looked at the Ming army infantry square that was crossing the hill in the distance and said, "Fourteenth Brother, shall we retreat?"

Dorgon instinctively wanted to refuse, but the words stopped at his lips.

Now that the Dorote tribesmen had a chance to catch their breath because they had received support from the Ming army, the Dorote people who had originally been preparing to escape also found their war horses and turned back to fight.

After the Ming army's cavalry charge, a large number of infantry phalanxes were approaching rapidly.

There was a huge crowd of people, and I didn’t know how many of them had come.

If that were the case, Dorgon would have the confidence to support Huang Taiji's reinforcements. After all, Dorgon was only leading a vanguard of 4,000 people.

However, precisely because there were only 4,000 people, Dorgon was always worried about whether there would be new enemies appearing in addition to the Ming army and the Dorgon tribe.

For example, the Ming army reinforcements, or... the Thirty-Six Families of Kalachin?

With the seeds of doubt already planted in his heart, Dorgon had to consider the possibility of an ambush by Kharchin.

There was no time to think about why Kharchin, which was attacked by Ligdan Khan, would help the Ming army set an ambush. Dorgon only knew that he and his fifteenth brother's elite cavalry of the Zhengxiang and Liangbaiqi must not die in Dalingh River.

After realizing this, Dorgon made a few strange "wululu" sounds, signaling to retreat.

The Jiannu cavalry quickly changed their formation and flexibly withdrew from the battlefield.

The Ming cavalry fought for more than ten miles, leaving the enemy with about a hundred heads, and then returned happily.

The Jiannu had just evacuated, and the Ming army's infantry phalanxes were still advancing towards the Dorote tribe's base in an endless stream.

At this time, a general flag embroidered with the word "Zu" appeared on the hill.

Saileng, covered in blood, rode the warhorse that the guards had found and came to Gulu and said, "These are the soldiers of Zu Dashou of the Ming army."

Jierhatan was still terrified and asked, "Are they here to rescue us? But how did the Ming army know that Huang Taiji would attack us?"

Gulu was breathing heavily, still immersed in the impact of the knife that Dorgon had chopped towards him.

After a long while, he said, "No matter what, let's go and greet him first."

So the three of them tidied their appearance, mounted the war horses their men had found, and galloped towards the commander's flag on the hill.

"Report! The leader of the Dorot tribe, Guru Taiji, is here with Qingbai Baturu Seleng and Jierhatan to see you!"

Zu Dashou rode on his horse, looked at Gu Lu and others who were standing not far away and nodded, "Let them come over."

After a while, Gulu and the other two came to Zu Dashou, put one hand on his chest and bowed, saying: "Respected General Zu, thank you for your help and for saving my Duoluot tribe from the murderous hands of Jianzhou pigskin!"

Zu Dashou chuckled, steadied his horse and said, "If you want to thank someone, thank the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!"

"If the Emperor had not informed me in advance that Huang Taiji would send troops to attack you, and ordered my General Yuan to send troops to rescue you, I would not have bothered to take care of this matter."

"What! It turned out that His Majesty the Great Emperor sent a general to rescue us?" Gu Lu and the other two were quite surprised. Gu Lu opened his mouth wide, and after a long while, he knelt down towards Beijing with a "thump".

The big head hit the soft soil, making a "puff puff" sound.

"Thank you, His Majesty, for saving my life. My Dorot tribe wishes to maintain peace with the Ming Dynasty forever!"

Seleng and Zirhattan followed suit and knelt down towards Beijing.

Seeing this, the Dorote people at the foot of the hill also knelt down to thank the emperor for saving their lives.

For a moment, the mountains and plains were filled with kneeling Dorotes.

When the Ming officers and soldiers who came to rescue saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel proud.

Although the Dorote tribe had only tens of thousands of people, it was one of the famous eight Otogs of Chahar and a direct subordinate of Ligdan Khan.

Although the Dorote tribe was usually friendly to the Ming Dynasty, it was just friendly.

It was impossible to ask them to kneel down towards their capital and express sincere gratitude in an almost submissive manner as they were doing now, with the entire tribe kneeling down like this.

Even though many small tribes surrendered to the Ming Dynasty since the Wanli period, they did not receive such a grand gift.

Zu Dashou, who was originally a little unhappy about the risky rescue, couldn't help but feel a sense of national pride.

Kneel down and worship!
Our great China deserves the respect of all nations!

After kneeling down to express his gratitude, Gulu hurriedly ordered his tribesmen to clean up the battlefield and hold a banquet to entertain the Ming army that came to rescue.

However, Zu Dashou stopped him and said, "I think the number of the invading Jiannu troops just now is not large, and they should be just the vanguard of the Jiannu."

"After suffering such a huge loss, there's no telling if they'll gather reinforcements and attack again. We'd better quickly prepare to meet the enemy."

Jirhatan was shocked when he heard this and said without hesitation: "The Jiannu are fierce, we should not fight them easily!"

"In my opinion, it is better to lead the entire tribe to Jinzhou City and avoid the enemy's sharp edge!"

Zu Dashou showed an ambiguous smile, which made Jirhatan blush.

Gulu and Seleng also looked at Jirhatan with contempt, which made Jirhatan even more ashamed.

However, Gulu couldn't yell at Zu Dashou in front of him, so he could only agree awkwardly and asked Seleng and Jirhatan to quickly prepare for war.

About an hour later, a formation with Dorote's cavalry as the vanguard, Ming cavalry on the left and right wings, and Ming infantry phalanxes wrapped around them appeared on the banks of the Daling River, looking at a black dot in the distance on the opposite bank.

Everyone knew that the black spot was the invading Jiannu.

Time goes back to three days ago, Pi Island.

In the lobby of the General's Mansion, Jiang Yueguang pointed at the Liaodong map and said, "Brother Wenlong, this is a huge fortune. I am just old, otherwise I would have led the troops to the battle long ago!"

Mao Wenlong laughed dryly and said, "Huang Taiji is going to the west to conquer Chahar. I don't know where Lord Jiang got the news. If the news is false, wouldn't it be a death sentence for us, the tens of thousands of brothers, to rashly go deep into the territory?"

Jiang Yueguang said, "Hi!" "This news is written in black and white in the Emperor's handwritten order. How can it be false?"

Mao Wenlong remained unmoved. "Your Majesty is far away in the capital. How could Your Majesty know something that the soldiers on the front lines don't know?"

(End of this chapter)