The little prince of Altan Khan is now in full bloom, riding on the war horse. Looking at the more and more warriors gathering behind him, his heart is filled with the desire for victory. At this time, he has forgotten the advice his father had given to him when he was about to go to war.

When facing the oppression of the Ming Dynasty, Altan Khan was also oppressed by Lin Dan Khan, who was very ambitious and talented, greedy and cruel. This situation occurred because his tribe had a salt lake, the Red Salt Lake. Although the production was pitifully small, it was also the only salt production place in the entire grassland, and everyone salivated.

The smuggled salt in the Ming Dynasty oppressed his market, and Lin Danhan wanted to take away all his output to feed Lin Danhan's headquarters. At the same time, the Later Jin Dynasty, which was irresistible with Lin Danhan, was willing to buy it at a high price.

For this reason, the Later Jin and Lin Dankhan fought a fierce battle on the grassland. However, although Lin Dankhan, known as the King of Ten Thousand Kings, was descended from the descendants of Temujin Kublai Khan, his bloodline did not represent ability. Lin Dankhan had the ambition to restore his ancestors' glory, but he had no great talent and strategy of his ancestors. Nurhaci of the Later Jin Dynasty was defeated in a battle.

So, Old Altan Khan was the first to choose to settle the stronger rising Later Jin Dynasty, and opened a trade route from the Ming Dynasty to the Later Jin Dynasty, making a lot of money here, allowing his tribe to proliferate and grow.

Submission to the strong is the nature of the Mongols.

But Old Altan Khan wisely knew that although the Ming Dynasty was weak, it was still an existence that he could compete with. Although Lin Danhan was defeated, he still had more than 100,000 cavalry and millions of troops. Although the Later Jin Dynasty was extremely powerful, it was too far away from him and was far from helping him. Therefore, he wisely chose to balance among the three forces, which was what he often said, the policy of dancing on three eggs.

Faced with this little prince's blatant proposal to join the Later Jin Dynasty to attack the Ming Dynasty, Old Altan Khan patiently advised: "Although the Ming army is no longer the original iron-blooded army, the warriors of our family are no longer the original warriors. The rise of Jurchens in the Northeast is a threat to the Ming Dynasty, but isn't it also a threat to us Mongols? In ancient times, it was the rise of the Jurchens that defeated the ancestors of our nation. We have to be wary of such lessons."

Altan Khan was the remnant of the Khitan lineage in the old days, and was later destroyed by the Jurchens. Although the hatred of the past has faded, this lesson has been firmly remembered.

Facing the aging father, Altan Khan's little prince sneered: "It's time for all the heroes in the world to compete for the first time. The Central Plains dynasty that had oppressed us for more than 200 years finally declined to be bullied by a small tribe. This is also the opportunity for our family to enter the Central Plains again. How can we give up such an opportunity?"

The father lying in the fur was really breathing. He gasped for difficulty and advised the little prince: "Our family was driven to the south of the desert by the Ming Dynasty with the Dayuan Dynasty, but their kindness allowed us to survive and let us reproduce. But in fact, what really allowed our family to survive was not the mercy of the enemy, but our recognition of the strong.

Don’t think that a small Jurchen man beat the Ming Dynasty without fighting back, which proves that the Ming Dynasty is over. In fact, that old empire is just a sleeping lion and does not pay attention to the surrounding jumping clowns. And this time, the overestimating Huang Taiji tried to provoke this sleeping lion, which seemed natural. However, as long as the lion suddenly wakes up, as long as he gently waves his claws, the overestimating guy will immediately be crushed to pieces."

The little prince immediately retorted: "You are old, you are so old that you have been slained by the years. Now, young people like us should dominate the world. There is a saying in the Central Plains that the world is fat, and the heroes will chase them together, but who will win the deer in the end? Huang Taiji can fight the empire that is huge in our eyes with a small tribe, without any power to fight back. This is enough to show that the old empire has long been rotten. How could I watch a small Jurchen tribe that has annexed a country without any movement?"

Then he held his sword inlaid with gems and stood at the door of the tent, letting the bright sunshine outside cover his whole body with golden color. Turned back and looked at his surviving father: "When you were young, you always wanted to plan for the Ming Dynasty, but you only had ambition but lacked action. This is your sorrow. Ambition without action is equivalent to a goshawk without wings, just a hen nesting in a chicken coop." Then he said coldly to his father: "You and your generation are over, look at the situation outside the tent."

Outside the tent, there were two thousand young warriors, riding on horseback, waving scimitars, and shouting majestic slogans to prepare for the war.

What is in sharp contrast to them is that a group of old men, looking at these young people who don’t know how to be tall and strong, were more compassionate to them under their cold expressions.

Standing at the door of the tent, the little prince said proudly: "This time Huang Taiji summoned us to help him and let us be his lackeys." Heihei sneered: "But I also use his power to break into the Central Plains. This is the world, Huang Taiji dominates the side, Lin Danhan is arrogant, but the real hero who can eventually achieve great things is definitely me, Altan Khan's real king."

Lao Wang, who was lying in the fur, immediately understood his son's ambition, struggled to do it, and stretched out his dry hand: "I'm not dead yet, everything is up to me. I absolutely do not agree with your troops."

The little prince held the hilt of the knife and walked to his father step by step.

The guilty old Wang scolded vigilantly: "What are you going to do? Don't you know that you are my only son? When I swallow this breath, are you the king of this tribe taken for granted?"

Then he looked at the warriors standing in the tent with help and explained at the top of his lungs: "The reason I did this is not for my last few days, but for you, for you not to enter the fire pit."

However, his pale and powerless explanation did not exchange for a response from a warrior who was his own personal guard.

They all looked at the young little prince with fanaticism.

The desperate Lao Wang stretched out his hand and pointed at his only son, the only heir, and suddenly burst into tears: "What I cry is that I will lose my only son and cut off my blood. What I cry even more is that this Khitan tribe will be destroyed in your hands."

Pull out the precious dagger from my waist. This is the dagger passed down from my ancestors. I cut off the flesh and blood of beasts, tore open my clothes, and reveal my skinny chest: "I am old, I am worthy of my ancestors' responsibility to hand over this tribe to me and let me protect me. Now that you have grown up, I can no longer control your thoughts and decisions, but you are my son. I don't need your reputation for usurping the throne, I will break it by myself." Then I raised my dry arms high: "I am a tribe with deep suffering, please accept my loyalty to you with my blood." Then I inserted the dagger passed down from my ancestor into my heart without hesitation.

The little prince looked at his father so coldly and broke up in front of him. The old prince's guards looked at his original master so coldly and fell into a pool of blood.

There is no mercy, nor sadness. The nations on the grassland follow the survival of a strong man and the survival of the world. In this bitter and cold place, only the strongest people can lead this tribe forward to survive. This is the cruel God, and the rules set by them, they must abide by them.

The little prince looked indifferently at his father lying in a pool of blood and ordered lightly: "Fun according to the most noble burial method of our tribe. No matter what, this old man allowed us to spend 30 years safely, and allowed our tribe to reproduce and grow from a population of less than 5,000 and a warrior less than 500, and to this day, this is his achievements."

Then he walked out of the tent with his footsteps and faced the more than 2,000 warriors who were ready to go outside, and loudly announced: "The old generation has passed, and the new generation has risen. Follow me to restore the glory of our golden family and fight."
Chapter completed!