Just before Manuel led his army to Kuba, roughly in early November, Isaac, who had received news about Giray from his brother, was hesitant about whether to follow Manuel's arrangements.
At noon, unsure of what to do, he invited Klier and Wolol to ask for their advice.
The two exchanged glances and then suggested that he confidently send people to search for Giray, explaining, "Your Highness, the Crimean Khanate is now a public enemy. Eliminating the Crimean Khanate should be the priority."
"Is that so? Alright then," Isaac said, temporarily setting aside his bold ambitions.
After their departure, Klier felt both a lingering fear and a sense of relief; fear because he realized the current object of his temporary "loyalty" seemed somewhat short-sighted, and relief because he confirmed that this child was indeed quite easy to manipulate for now.
"It seems this time won't be in vain," Klier thought with a sneer on his way back.
This small interlude did not affect the multi-party encirclement of Giray.
After spending nearly a month sweeping away the remaining forces of the Crimean Khanate in Azaraba, Manuel finally led his main army to the Kuba region in late November.
Upon arriving in Kuba, Manuel first led his army to Akhtar-Bakhtar to rest and organize the intelligence he had gathered along the way.
In the afternoon, in his room, Manuel, alone with paper and pen, studied a map of the Kuba region, muttering as he wrote, "According to the confessions of Tatar prisoners captured on the way, and intelligence provided by the Adyghe Principality, Giray has not yet reached Circassia, but is still roaming around Kuba.
"Most of eastern Kuba is now completely controlled by the Golden Horde, while the south and west are in our, Theodoro's, hands.
As for the north, I scoured it on my way from Azaraba, but I didn't catch Giray, or rather, I didn't even see anyone who looked like him.
I've seen him with my own eyes, you know; if he really was mixed in with the prisoners Theodoro captured, those surrendered soldiers would have dragged him out without me even needing to lift a finger.
"Since that's the case, then there's only..." Manuel rose, and with a quill, drew a large circle on the central part of the Kuba map.
"The central area."
In fact, Manuel was not mistaken; Giray was indeed hiding in central Kuba, attempting to escape to Circassia to make a comeback.
However, unfortunately, his small scheme was seen through by an opponent no less capable than himself.
After a logical deduction, Manuel, who had a rough answer in his heart, reassembled his troops the day after arriving in Akhtar-Bakhtar.
He personally led two thousand cavalry into the remaining central Kuba, which was Giray's likely hiding place, and began a thorough search.
During this time, he did not forget to call upon the Golden Horde to form a multi-pronged encirclement.
Finally, in mid-December, under their relentless pursuit, Manuel himself eventually caught up with Giray and his close retainers and guards, who were disguised among the herders, attempting to escape to Circassia.
"Hmph, trying to escape?!" Manuel sneered, making an immediate decision to have his forces quickly surround Giray's remnants.
"My lord, we are just herders..." Shilin, dressed as a herder, smiled obsequiously, attempting to bluff his way through.
Beside him, Jaqmaq gripped the hilt of his scimitar, ready to act.
"Stop pretending, Haji Giray, I've seen you with my own eyes.
Or do you want me to personally drag you out?" Manuel was unmoved, personally venturing out to the front lines, coldly confronting them with his subordinates.
"You are going too far, Olubey Gavras," Giray sighed deeply, finally despairingly shedding his herder disguise.
For the past few months, to evade the multi-party pursuit and encirclement, he had lived a considerably difficult life.
Now, he was unshaven, covered in dust, and pale; aside from his still resolute and courageous eyes, it was hard for anyone to connect him with the spirited Crimean Khan of over a year ago.
"More words are useless, Khan Giray," Manuel shook his head regretfully, then shielded his subordinates in front of him and commanded, "Leave no one who doesn't surrender; advance!"
The Theodoro soldiers, invigorated by his direct order, swarmed the remaining Crimean soldiers they had surrounded.
Seeing no retreat, Giray could only sigh and personally lead his remnants in a desperate resistance.
But under an absolute disadvantage, their resistance was ultimately futile.
Facing readily available military merits, the well-supplied, energetic, and well-equipped Theodoro soldiers, as if injected with stimulants, ruthlessly stabbed and killed the demoralized, poorly equipped Tatars before them, their offensive fierce and decisive, with no wasted movements.
In the face of Theodoro's swift and sharp offensive, the Crimean soldiers either chose to surrender or were directly riddled with holes while resisting desperately.
During this process, Muhammad Shirin eventually chose to surrender after his weapon was knocked away.
The Circassian slave general Chahir Saif al-Din Jakmak, after a defensive lapse, was stabbed to the ground by a swarm of Theodoro soldiers with long spears and then trampled by men and horses.
What a pity; if he hadn't encountered the war between Theodoro and Crimea, he would have been "bought" by his brother, who had already become a Mamluk general in the Mamluk Sultanate, in 1430, and would have become the Mamluk Sultan in 1438. ①
As for Haji Giray, facing the fierce Theodoro soldiers, unwilling to give up his ambition to make a comeback, he ultimately chose to surrender, was captured alive by enemy soldiers, and bound beneath Manuel's horse.