Chapter 105 For Friendship
Gu Lu swallowed his saliva and said stupidly: "Was Huang Taiji scared away by the heavenly soldiers?"

Although Zu Dashou was also a person who thought highly of himself, he was not thick-skinned enough to respond to this. He just smiled awkwardly and said, "Maybe Huang Taiji feels that it is not worthwhile to fight with us..."

Zu Dashou looked back and became more convinced of this idea.

The Ming army, including Dorote, had at least 25,000 people, and even the cavalry totaled about 7,000 to 8,000.

Huang Taiji only brought more than 10,000 people with him. If a war really broke out, the losses would inevitably be huge. As the saying goes, no one would do business at a loss. Huang Taiji was a man who knew the times, so it was not surprising that he withdrew his troops halfway.

In short, no matter what Zu Dashou, Gulu and others thought, the disaster of genocide of the Dorote tribe was finally avoided, and this is worth being happy about.

So Gulu, who was very happy, and Dorjihatan, who was even happier, immediately killed sheep and cattle to entertain the heavenly soldiers who came from afar to rescue them.

Hundreds of Dorote girls dressed up in their best clothes and danced around the bonfire to welcome the guests, and white Hadas were wrapped around the necks of the Ming army generals.

Even ordinary Ming army soldiers would have members of the Dorote tribe by their side, pouring the purest wine in the tribe for them.

After a round of drinking, Sai Leng, escorted by a group of tribesmen in formal attire, slowly came to Zu Dashou with a tray in his hand and knelt on one knee.

Zu Dashou had been at the border for a long time and had some understanding of the Mongolian etiquette and customs. He was shocked when he saw this.

You know, Seleng is the Qing Baturu of the Dorote tribe!
His status and position is far higher than that of the ordinary Baturu.

Among the Mongols and Jurchens, the so-called Baturu was just a wholesale title.

As long as they have made outstanding achievements on the battlefield, almost everyone will get one.

It cannot be said that it is not noble, it can only be said that it is not special.

Adding a single-word prefix before Baturu becomes a higher-level and unique honorary title.

For example, Dorjihatan’s title is Bai Baturu, and Seleng’s is Qing Baturu.

White symbolizes peace, purity, dignity and auspiciousness; blue symbolizes purity, loyalty, wisdom and eternity, and the prefixes are usually single words.

Usually in a tribe, only one person can obtain the unique title of Baturu.

For example, if Qing Batulu is Seleng, then there will not be a second Qing Batulu in the Duolot tribe.

The titles that go beyond a single word, such as "The First Baturu of the Qing Dynasty" known to later generations, can at most be regarded as private and informal compliments to the person holding the title of Baturu, and are not formal honorary titles.

So judging from the honorary titles alone, both Seleng and Dorjihatan are of higher rank than Oboi.

The person who holds such a title has a noble status in the tribe.

At this time, Qing Baturu Saileng was kneeling in front of Zu Dashou with a tray in his hand. Although he was only kneeling on one knee, it was also a highlight moment for the Ming Dynasty after many years.

As a witness of this honor, Zu Dashou's hands began to tremble with excitement.

How many years has it been since the last time the Mongolian Tartars knelt before a Ming general?
Damn it, I can brag about it for another ten or twenty years when I go back!

What made Zu Dashou even more excited was that Gulu, who was originally sitting next to him, also came down personally, reached out to uncover the white cloth on the tray, revealing a colorful Hada in the tray.

Zu Kefa on the side was a little disappointed. He thought it would be a plate of gold or something like that...

However, Zu Dashou became even more excited, and he became unusually polite and modest, waving his hands and saying, "What is Gulu Taiji doing? It's unacceptable!"

Although he said this, his eyes kept glancing at the colorful Hada.

It's not that this colorful Hada is made of precious materials and is worth a fortune, but it is just made of ordinary colorful silk. Although silk products are also valuable to Mongolians, they are nothing to Zu Dashou.

What really made Zu Dashou so excited was that the colored Hada is the Mongolian etiquette to express the highest respect!

Even though he was the nominal Great Khan of Mongolia, Ligdan Khan could not necessarily make the tribes under his command sincerely present colored Hada to him.

However, Zu Dashou's deliberate evasion made Gulu and Saileng look a little embarrassed.

Gu Lu said a little embarrassedly: "This... um, I would like to ask Master Zu to pass it on to His Majesty the Great Emperor!"

Zu Dashou's face froze when he heard this. After a moment, he pretended to laugh loudly and said generously, "Of course, Guru Taiji, please rest assured that I will present this Hada to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

Gu Lu said a little embarrassedly: "Then I'll trouble you, Master Zu!"

Feeling a little guilty, Gu Lu secretly winked at his men, and immediately there were several beautiful Mongolian girls around Zu Dashou.

With the beauty's care, Zu Dashou gradually forgot the embarrassment he had just felt.

The guests and hosts were very happy during the banquet...

That night, countless young girls from the Dorote tribe received the seeds sown by the Ming soldiers.

That night, countless Ming soldiers risked their lives and gave everything they had for the friendship between the Ming Dynasty and the Dorote tribe.

When Zu Dashou, who was drunk and dreaming, led his reluctant army back to Jinzhou City and met the reinforcements led by Yuan Chonghuan halfway.

Mao Wenlong, who was far west of the Liao River, was being chased to the point of almost dying.

"Damn it, I told you that this business that will get you killed is not worth doing! Brother Juzhi (Jiang Yueguang's pen name), even if I die and become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Jiang Yueguang, who was also running to death, laughed strangely, "Who knew I would meet Huang Taiji halfway? I didn't do this on purpose!"

"And Brother Wenlong, do you believe me now?"

The two men were riding on horses, and their courage was about to jump out of their chests.

Mao Wenlong didn't understand why Jiang Yueguang could still laugh in this situation. He rolled his eyes and said, "What do you believe?"

Jiang Yueguang laughed: "Huang Taiji really led the army to fight!"

Mao Wenlong was even more furious when he heard this, "Then why didn't you say that he came back so soon?"

Mao Wenlong said, turning back to urge the generals: "Run faster, don't you want your heads?"

"Haha!" Jiang Yueguang laughed like crazy, "Your Majesty's decree didn't say that either, so you can't blame me!"

"Brother Juzhi," Mao Wenlong shouted in the face of the strong wind, "If I had known you were so crazy, I would have killed you with my imperial sword when you came ashore!"

Mao Wenlong did have an imperial sword bestowed upon him by Emperor Tianqi.

However, this thing has more symbolic significance than practical significance. No lunatic would really carry the imperial sword and chop people around.

Except for Yuan Chonghuan who deliberately picked trouble...

(End of this chapter)