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Dorgon sighed and said, "Forget it, forget it. It is God's will to destroy our Qing Dynasty."

His voice echoed across the empty grassland, carrying with it endless sadness and vicissitudes.

At this moment, his armor was in tatters and covered with blood and dust. The once majestic Prince Rui now looked so dejected and desperate.

Dorgon was silent for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly, as if he was recalling the years of fighting in his life.

"I, Dorgon, have fought all my life, but I never thought I would be in this day and age."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if every word contained heavy pain.

"But I have no regrets, except that I failed to realize the Qing Dynasty's hegemony."

There was a stubbornness and unwillingness in his words, which was an unyielding spirit against fate. Although he was in a desperate situation, his heart was still burning with the desire for the glory of the Qing Dynasty.

After saying this, Dorgon slowly drew out his sword. The cold sword blade gleamed in the moonlight, as fierce as his former ambition.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if he was making his final struggle.

His eyes opened again, and at this moment, a trace of determination flashed in them. It was a determination to face death head-on, and it was the final decision for his own destiny.

Then, he resolutely committed suicide, his sword slashed across his neck, blood gushed out, spreading a tragic red in the night.

His body slowly fell down like a falling star, carrying with him his unfulfilled dreams and endless regrets, forever falling on the grassland where he had once fought.

Li Chengqian watched Dorgon commit suicide quietly. There was no joy on his face, but instead a complicated expression.

He frowned slightly, and a hint of respect and regret flashed in his eyes.

Respect is the admiration for the determination shown by Dorgon, the former hero, at the last moment;

Regret is the lament for this cruel war and the countless lives lost.

In this battlefield filled with blood and killing, victory did not bring him much joy. He knew that the cost of war was huge, and both the enemy and his own soldiers paid a heavy price.

Li Chengqian slowly turned his head, looked towards the distant sky, and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that such a war would never happen again and that the world would usher in true peace and tranquility.

With the fall of Dorgon, this long and fierce war finally came to an end.

Peace returned to the grassland, leaving only a mess as a testimony to the bloody storm of the past.

As the Qing Dynasty was overthrown in a short period of time, the situation on the grassland changed dramatically in an instant.

The Qing Dynasty forces, which once had a certain influence on this vast grassland, are now rapidly disintegrating like a collapsing building, leaving behind a power vacuum and a turbulent situation.

The Tang Dynasty soldiers who displayed super combat effectiveness on the battlefield like divine troops descended from heaven undoubtedly became the objects of awe in the eyes of the Mongolian tribes.

They are like new legends rising on the grassland, and each of their figures exudes an aura of fear and admiration.

On the battlefield, when the Tang soldiers fought against the Mongolian cavalry, the scene was thrilling.

The Mongolian cavalry were originally warriors on the grassland. They were good at riding and shooting, and were known for their bravery and agility.

However, when facing the Tang Dynasty soldiers, they felt an unprecedented pressure.

Some Mongolian cavalry began to lay down their weapons and chose to surrender.

Their eyes were filled with awe and helplessness. Looking at the god-like figures of the Tang Dynasty soldiers, they knew that resistance was meaningless.

As more and more Mongolian cavalry chose to surrender, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear.

The Tang soldiers completely conquered the Mongolian cavalry with their unmatched fighting power.

When Li Chengqian, Cheng Yaojin and others led their tired but victorious team to the Mongolian tribe, the people in the tribe came out of their tents and greeted them with awe.

The children hid behind the adults, secretly looking at these legendary heroes, with curiosity and admiration shining in their eyes.

The tribal leader personally led the crowd and respectfully welcomed the Tang Dynasty soldiers into the tribe.

To express their respect and gratitude to them, the tribe prepared sumptuous food.

The golden and crispy roasted lamb exuded an enticing aroma, jars of fragrant kumis were brought up, and all kinds of delicious dairy products and specialties filled the table.

Not only that, the tribe also selected some young and beautiful women, hoping to serve these brave soldiers.

Li Chengqian, Cheng Yaojin and others were reluctant at first, but they were indeed too tired. Days of fighting had left them physically and mentally exhausted.

At the cordial invitation of the tribal leader, they finally accepted the invitation.

Li Chengqian sat in the tent, looking at the lively scene in front of him, feeling filled with emotion.

He knew that the warm hospitality of the Mongolian tribes was earned with their blood and sweat.

Cheng Yaojin ate mutton with relish, drank kumis, and chatted and laughed with the people in the tribe.

At night, a bonfire was lit in the tribe, and people danced and sang around the bonfire to celebrate the victory.

The next morning, after resting, Li Chengqian found the tribal leader and said he wanted to hold a meeting here.

The Mongols naturally did not dare to delay and immediately sent out cavalry in all directions.

At this time, there were still two days before returning to the Tang Dynasty, and it would take at least four or five days to gather the Mongolian tribal leaders scattered around.

But Li Chengqian did not have so much time to wait. At noon on the third day, without waiting for the tribal leaders who had not arrived later, he started the alliance meeting directly.

On the grassland, the sun is shining brightly, the breeze is blowing the grass gently, and a meeting of great historical significance is about to begin.

Li Chengqian, wearing gorgeous armor, stood in the center of the meeting place with a heroic look. Behind him were neatly arranged Tang soldiers, all of them were energetic and awe-inspiring. Their presence was like a solid city wall, demonstrating the majesty and power of the Tang Dynasty.

The leaders from the nearby Mongolian tribes came to attend the meeting with their confidants and warriors.

They rode on horses, dressed in costumes characteristic of their respective tribes, with complex expressions on their faces, including awe, expectation, and a hint of worry about the unknown.

They all knew that this Ming army of only a thousand people could defeat the Qing army of tens of thousands.

My heart was filled with awe.

As they gradually approached the meeting place, they were shocked by the momentum of the Tang army before them.

The strict discipline, sophisticated equipment, and the strong temperament of the soldiers who had experienced many battles on the battlefield made them deeply aware of the power of the Tang Dynasty.

The venue of the meeting was decorated solemnly and dignified. In the center was a huge table covered with gorgeous silk, and around it were flags symbolizing peace and unity.