Chapter 460: The Mongols beat up the foreigners again
"I remember that fan insect."
Zhu Yunxi thought of the Ming Dynasty European Supervisory Envoy.
The sweet potatoes that the imperial court continues to promote in local areas were also found on the boat of this insect.
Unexpectedly, this person would return to Ming Dynasty so soon.
Zhu Yunxi smiled and looked at Tian Mai: "He is the eighth-grade official of the imperial court. When he comes back, the imperial court will settle him first. Could it be that something else happened?"
Fan Chong did not return to Europa alone on his own merchant ship. He was accompanied by a naval fleet sent by the imperial court. Naturally, he had to return to Beijing together this time.
Could it be that the Ming Dynasty's navy warship was sunk in Europa?
Tian Mai looked around and whispered: "Your Highness, the European Supervisor was beaten by someone, and the person who beat him was Choros Mahamu, the envoy sent by Timur Khan, the fierce brother of the Oara tribe."
"Brother Meng Timur sent Mahamu to Yingtian City?" Zhu Yunxi was confused at first, and then asked in surprise: "Mahamu attacked Fan Chong?"
He really couldn't understand that two people who were thousands of miles apart could actually fight.
Tian Mai was hesitating and hesitant, not knowing how to explain, and in the end he could only laugh or cry: "Fan Chong is now clamoring that Mahamu beat the Ming Dynasty's court official and asked the court to make the decision for him."
puff.
This insect can pull off tiger skin.
Zhu Yunxi couldn't help laughing and stepped onto the carriage: "Where are they now?"
"The incident happened on the pier. Now both sides are unwilling to give in. People from Yingtianfu have gone over to try to persuade them to make peace."
Tian Mai hurriedly explained and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, do you want to come over?"
"go."
The carriage moved slowly, the wheels rolling on the stone road, shaking but not causing any discomfort.
But Zhu Yunxi, who was sitting in the carriage, gradually furrowed his brows and fell into deep thought.
Being beaten by Fan Chong is not a big deal.
Even if he is now shouting that he was beaten as a court official of the Ming Dynasty, it doesn't matter.
In terms of the Ming Dynasty's national strategy, the defeat of a European emissary was far less important than the strategic stability of the Oara tribe, the Tatar tribe, and the Mongolian tribe outside the Nine Borders.
Since Emperor Tianyuan and his eldest son Tianbaonu were killed and Dibaonu was captured, Beiyuan officially disappeared in the long river of history.
The Great Yuan that spanned Asia and Europe established by the Jin family in the past also completely disappeared. Only the Great Yuan was destroyed, but the tribes on the grassland still lived a life of raising sheep, herding horses, and heading south.
In recent years, the land outside the Great Wall to the west of the Great Wall has been controlled by the Oara tribe. Due to historical reasons, its power is far less than that of the Mongolian aristocratic tribe group to the east of the Great Wall.
It is precisely because of this relationship that the imperial court has made great efforts to build the Beiping and Daning capitals in recent years, all targeting the Mongolian noble tribes east of the Great Wall.
That is, the Tatar tribe.
Continuously moving from the Monan area into Mobei and the northeastern region, the Ming army went as far as the Songhua River and Yuyuerhai area.
In recent years, the imperial court has almost continuously marched northward. After the spring of this year, King Zhu Di of Yan also led his army northward beyond the Great Wall and continued to conquer the desert grasslands, trying to continue to weaken the enemy's effective strength on the grasslands.
The Ming army focused on conquering the Tatar tribe on the east side of the Great Wall, while adopting a policy of appeasement and relaxation towards the Oara tribe on the west side of the Great Wall.
It is precisely because of this strategic emphasis that the imperial court did not cut off exchanges with the Oara tribe. Even at certain times, the imperial court would call the current leader of the Oara tribe, Meng Ge Timur, the Oara king.
Attentive and friendly.
only……
Perhaps it was precisely because of the continuous conquest of the Tatar tribe and the appeasement of the Oara tribe during the Hongwu period that the Ming Dynasty planted a big evil in the near future, and even caused the Ming Dynasty to have to repay the debt for countless years to come.
, but in the end, because of the inability to repay it, the country could only suffer the consequences of ruining the country and the family.
And the Chorus Mahamu who beat up Fan Chong today will also deal a heavy blow to the Ming Dynasty in the future.
In other words, it was Mahamu's grandson who, with his grandfather's will, delivered that heavy blow to Ming Dynasty.
Now Mahamu, who has not yet become the leader of the Wala Tribe, but is just an envoy under the tent of King Mengge Timur of Wala, has come to Yingtian City.
The frown that originally hung on Zhu Yunxi's forehead gradually relaxed.
He even chuckled and shouted outside the carriage: "The car should go faster."
He couldn't wait to meet the person who would bring disaster to the Ming Dynasty in person.
Zou Xueyu, the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, is also impatient now, like an ant on a frying pan, running around in a hurry.
He couldn't wait to throw the two big hot potatoes in front of him out of his Yingtian Mansion. They could throw them anywhere, as long as they were not on his own territory and didn't delay digging holes.
However, this side is appeasement by the imperial court and is trying to jointly conquer the Mongolian envoys on the east side of the Great Wall. The other side has blue eyes and red hair, but they keep saying that they are the court officials of the Ming Dynasty, and they also take out the eight classics in a serious manner.
European supervisory envoy with official certificate issued by the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
You can't offend anyone. If you don't handle it well, you will be blamed for it.
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For a moment, Zou Xueyu wanted to leave these two people behind and run to Wenyuan Pavilion to cry to her husband and seniors about her difficulties.
"You two! You two!" Zou Xueyu said with his voice that had become a little hoarse, directed at Mahamu and Fan Chong who were nailed to the dock and refused to leave no matter what: "You two are just because of a little
A misunderstanding has arisen and a conflict has arisen. There are many people here with mixed opinions, so why don't we go to the Sifang Pavilion prepared by the Ministry of Etiquette to rest and talk about whether this is feasible?"
As long as people go to Sifangguan, they don't care about their Yingtianfu affairs.
The hot potato can be thrown out.
No matter how the court handles it at that time, it has nothing to do with Yingtian Mansion.
However, Zou Xueyu's persuasion for peace did not reach the ears of both parties.
On the Longwan Pier, two gangs that were completely different from Akito spoke enthusiastically to each other their blessings in words that no one among the three parties could understand.
In fact, the guards brought by both sides have begun to put up their own weapons, as if they want to give them to each other as a sign of friendship.
It's just that neither party seems willing to accept this gift.
There was absolutely no room for the Yingtian Prefecture magistrate to interrupt.
Comrade Ying Tianfu's face was tense, and he stood beside the prefect, always alert to the fact that the enthusiastic people on both sides would come into physical contact due to the high enthusiasm, so that he could pull the prefect away immediately.
"Prefect, don't be anxious, at least don't be anxious for now..." Ying Tianfu's Tongzhi stared at the two-room people in front of him with vigilant eyes, and kept looking back at the Waijinchuan Gate behind him.
Zou Xueyu turned around and took Tongzhi's arm: "Have you notified all the yamen?"
Tongzhi hurriedly replied: "The Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Personnel, the Sifangguan, the Military and Horse Division, the Honglu Temple, the Jinyiwei, the Xingren Division, and the General Affairs Division have all sent people to inform them."
"Why is there still something about Jin Yiwei?"
Zou Xueyu frowned, a little confused.
Tongzhi chuckled, moved closer to the magistrate, and whispered: "Sun Cheng, the governor of Fusi Town, North Town of Jinyiwei, left from His Highness Taisun. Jinyiwei knew about this, so His Highness naturally
I will also know. I feel that what happened at the dock today will eventually have to be delivered to His Highness step by step, so why not let His Highness know as soon as possible."
The waterway connecting Xuanwu Lake outside Shangyuanmen is still being excavated. This is Yingtianfu's biggest political task this year.
Besides digging a hole, dig a hole.
Not only Zou Xueyu wanted to get rid of the two hot potatoes in front of him as soon as possible, but also who among the people present at the prefecture's yamen didn't want to get rid of this confusing matter as soon as possible.
On the already increasingly busy Longwan Pier, the scoldings of the two gangs, Mahamu and Fan Chong, had already attracted countless people to watch.
Very few people in Ming Dynasty understand foreign languages.
Just as Zou Xueyu was burning with anxiety, there was a sudden burst of cheers from the crowd.
"Use our Ming Dynasty language!"
"Speak in official terms!"
"If you don't know how to scold, we will teach you how to scold Xipi!"
"..."
This group of meddlesome people couldn't get enough of watching the excitement, so they started to encourage the Walas and foreigners to curse each other in Ming Dynasty Mandarin, and even taught them how to curse.
Blood rushed to Zou Xueyu's head for a moment, and he glared angrily, trying to find who the bastard Xipi was.
but.
Whether they are Oara people or foreigners, they are all very obedient today.
After just a pause for breath, the enthusiastic Walas and foreigners immediately changed to another style.
"How dare you, a mere Europa, rush into battle with us!"
"You guys, the Walas, are just the lost dogs that I, the Ming Dynasty, drove away!"
"Haha! Believe it or not, I, the Vala Iron Cavalry, will set foot on your land of Europa again?"
"Come here if you have the ability! Since the death of Borgejin Temujin, the hooves of your Mongolian horses have long been soft. I, the Ming Dynasty, now rule the Central Plains, and you soft-footed horses are the lost dogs. Come to my Ming Dynasty today.
, do you want to beg for your life on your knees with me, His Majesty the Ming Emperor?"
"Wow! Little Hongyi, draw your sword!"
"You dare to kill Ming officials?"
Miso miso miso.
Finally, Mahamu pulled out the scimitar from his waist and glared at Fan Chong who actually thought he was Akito and uttered arrogant words.
From the time when the conflict originally occurred until the officers and soldiers of the Military and Horse Division on the dock discovered and blocked it.
Fan Chong, who was originally intact, had his hair in a mess, a large black circle over his left eye, and a small wound at the corner of his mouth. After wiping away the blood, a shallow blood stain was left on his face.
And the fly-green official robe he brought with him as an eighth-rank European inspector was also stained.
His face was bruised and purple, and his body was black and gray.
However, facing Mahamu who showed off his machete, Fan Chong, a barbarian merchant, was not afraid at all.
I don't know where he got the courage, but he ignored the dissuasion of the guards around him, stretched his neck, took two steps forward, and pressed his shoulder against the tip of Mahamu's drawn knife.
Fan Chong's face was ferocious, revealing a hint of madness: "If you have the guts, just stab in!"
Mahamu was stunned. He never imagined that Hongyi, who was always pulling the skin of the Ming Dynasty tiger, would have the courage to stand alone under the tip of his own knife.
Fan Chong was getting more and more crazy at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and red due to excitement, and there were streaks of bloodshot eyes.
Under Mahamu's gaze, he picked up his steps again.
He slowly raised his feet and then slowly lowered them, landing silently.
However, under the tip of the knife on his shoulder, his clothes had already sunk in a piece.
Killing is the simplest thing.
Mahamu could no longer remember how many people had died under the scimitar in his hand since he was able to climb on the back of a horse alone.
As long as he exerts a little force and holds the scimitar in his hand forward, the damn Hongyi in front of him will die on the spot.
However, Mahamu did not dare to actually hand out the scimitar the last three inches.
Ta-ta-ta.
Under the Waijinchuan Gate, the cold sound of horse hooves sounded in the city gate cave, echoing in the city gate cave.
Roll, grind, grind.
Creaking.
A carriage, pulled by war horses, leisurely drove out of the city gate.
Zou Xueyu's eyes lit up. The small flag on the carriage clearly showed that it was the carriage of the emperor's grandson.
However, before Zou Xueyu could step forward to greet the savior whom he had been eager to arrive for a long time.
The sound of fabric tearing reached his ears.
Then, a figure flashed across Zou Xueyu's eyes, rushed out, and rushed to the carriage.
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, you are finally here!"
"Your Highness, you have to make the decision for me! Someone is so bold as to want to assassinate our officials from the Ming Dynasty!"
"woo woo woo woo……"
Even though the pier was overcrowded and onlookers crowded the scene, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Fan Chong, who had put on the fly-green official robe before going ashore, still knelt in front of the carriage looking embarrassed.
On his chest and shoulders, the entire fly-green official robe was cut open by the tip of Mahamu's scimitar, revealing the skin underneath and a shallow blood stain.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fan Chong knelt on the ground and kept howling.
"Your Highness, please make the decision for me!"
"Your Highness, if you come later, you won't be able to see me..."
This damn Hongyi!
Mahamu, who had put away his machete, really wanted to draw his sword again at this moment and kill this damn Hongyi man.
Zhu Yunxi walked out of the carriage with a smile on his face. After he straightened up, his expression turned cold.
He just glanced at the dock lightly.
"Your Majesty, Zou Xueyu, the magistrate of Tianfu, is here to see His Highness the Emperor Taisun."
"I will see His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun."
"The common people meet His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun."
Zou Xueyu was the first to kneel down to see him.
This wasn't necessary, but he just did it.
The entire people on the pier, following the prefect, knelt down in the blink of an eye.
Even the Europeans brought by Fan Chong knelt on the ground one by one.
In an instant, on the entire pier, except for those who followed Zhu Yunxi, only the Wala man holding a scimitar was still standing.
Fan Chong was still lying on the ground, sobbing quietly.
But he still had time to quietly look back and glance at the stupid Wala man behind him.
Zhu Yunxi first glanced at Zou Xueyu who was kneeling on the ground.
This guy is worthy of being a student of psychology. He is just like those bastards. He is as bad as he is bad.
Then, he looked calmly at Mahamu who was standing there.
"Why didn't Taiping and Batu Polo come? I would like to see them too."
Mahamu, who originally wanted to wait for Akito to stand up, felt his heart skip a beat.
Plop.
This young adult wolf on the grassland finally knelt on the ground with his proud head underneath.
"The envoy of Wala, Choros Mahamu, meets His Highness the Grandson of the Ming Dynasty."
"Ouch!"
Under everyone's gaze, Zhu Yunxi made a strange voice, and then said: "I thought that in twenty or thirty years, you Yuan people would have forgotten all about the gift to the Central Plains."