Die now!

Arutai's eyes finally regained some light.

Comparing dying today to dying naturally while enjoying glory and wealth is impossible.

Arutai is very clear about the choice he should make.

Even the most valiant warrior in Changshengtian must live a long time to spread his fame.

Arutai took a deep breath and stared closely at Abu Ji'an in front of him. He insisted: "We are just following the situation urgently and temporarily committing ourselves to the Ming court!"

This is what the people from the Central Plains say about being a bitch and still building a memorial arch.

Abu felt a little sad in his heart.

Everything on the grassland is based on strength. My father is the number one warrior in the tribe, so he can become the leader.

But in this Taiyuan city, even the most powerful warrior of the tribe could only lower his proud head.

But now Arutai has nodded in agreement, surrendering to the Ming court 'temporarily', that means everything will be fine.

Abu couldn't help but think of the books he bought from Ming merchants.

The Four Books and Five Classics are the most famous among the Central Plains people.

These are not what Abu is interested in. What he loves most are the books written by Mingren that describe the customs and customs of various places in the Central Plains.

Looking at the scenery of the Central Plains described on the pages, every word made Abu and I obsessed with it.

This time I persuaded my father that if he could really lead his tribe to join the Ming Dynasty, Abu swore in his heart that he did not seek to be a prince, but only wanted to go to the land south of the Yangtze River in the Central Plains to see the tenderness of the south of the Yangtze River.

, living a comfortable life without fighting.

So, as soon as Abu turned his eyes, he already suggested softly: "Father, if you just talk about surrendering to the Ming court, I'm afraid the other party won't take it seriously at this moment."

Arutai no longer has the time to think about this. The matter of bowing to Ming Ting has made him feel that it is impossible for him to ascend to the eternal heaven after death.

Hearing Abu Ji'an's words, Arutai just frowned and said, "What should we do now?"

"There needs to be an excuse, a reason that the Ming court can accept." Abu's eyes flashed: "The Ming people have done a lot of things in the past two years of eastward expedition and southward expedition. But the Ming court attaches most importance to the north outside the pass.

, only by giving Akito a reason and excuse for this, can father and children be valued and reused."

Arutai opened his mouth, looked at Abujia quietly, and motioned for the other party to continue speaking.

Abu didn't hold anything back. In order to go south to the south of the Yangtze River and live a prosperous life, he continued: "Northern Expedition! The Ming court is now unprecedentedly powerful. Last year, Mahamu of the Oara tribe went south to Yingtian City of the Ming Dynasty. It must be for the sake of peace with the Ming Dynasty.

Discuss mutual trade and jointly conquer matters east of the Great Wall.

However, the Ming people will definitely not easily cooperate with the Oara tribe. According to the Ming people's practices over the years, they will only maintain a balance of mutual hostility on the grassland.

If the Oara tribe and the Tatar tribe can be weakened at the same time, this is probably the situation that Ming Dynasty hopes to see the most."

Arutai was a little surprised, and his eyes gradually became more serious when he looked at Abu.

He never thought that his son could have such insights.

Arutai couldn't help but said: "You continue to talk."

Abu smiled: "My father's tribe has almost 30% of the strength of the Tatar tribe. If my father brings his tribe to join the Ming Dynasty, he only needs to tell the Ming Dynasty that we will help them and attack Oara and the Tatars together for the sake of the Ming Dynasty."

They must be willing to charge forward and take the lead."

At this moment, Abu was already immersed in the life of a wealthy man who was accepted by Mingren and went to the most beautiful city in the world in the south of the Yangtze River.

Arutai's eyes widened.

He looked at A Bu Ji'an and clearly understood what A Bu Ji'an meant by his words.

Abu wanted to use the blood of the entire tribe's warriors to please the Ming people and gain the trust of the Ming court in exchange for the glory and wealth of their father and son.

Abu looked at his father who was silent again and had to persuade him in a low voice: "Father, the most indispensable thing on the grassland is cattle and sheep. If a batch is slaughtered, new lambs and calves will grow up."

.The most important thing right now is that we have to survive!"

Live.

This word seems to have become an excuse and reason for Arutai to persuade his heart.

He slowly stood up, looked at Abu Zhi'an in front of him, and let out a long sigh.

"Now that you have thought it through clearly, for the present plan, I will listen to you."

Abu's face lit up with joy: "Father, let's go and see the grandson of the Ming Dynasty emperor now!"

…

"The guilty minister meets His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson!"

"Long live your Majesty the Emperor's great grandson!"

On the street behind the Zhenyuan Gate, Abu looked up at the young man standing on the top of the city. He seemed to feel something. He knelt down on the ground and raised his head to shout loudly towards the top of the city.

Arutai, who was beside him, lowered his head and glanced at Abujia, feeling a little resentful in his heart, but he could only kneel on the ground along with him.

Around them, many Beijing officers and soldiers of the Northern Patrol Battalion were staring with ambiguous eyes at the group of Tatars who claimed to surrender to the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yunxi, who was on the top of the city, stepped back and disappeared from Abu Zhi'an's sight.

He and Arutai did not dare to stand up rashly, they could only keep kneeling and wait quietly with different thoughts.

Not long after.

Zhang Hui held down the Xiuchundao on his waist and walked down from the top of the city with two Jin Yiwei officers and soldiers.

He walked to Arutai, in front of Abu and his son, and looked down at them lightly.

Zhang Hui then said in a cold voice: "His Royal Highness is discussing military and political matters with Yousi, and has asked you to wait at the school grounds in the city. Your Highness will be there later."

No one was seen.

Arutai became more and more depressed in his heart. He felt that his father and son were already kneeling here, but they still could not see the grandson of the Ming Emperor in the first place. It was really a shame and a great humiliation.

But Abu raised his head first, looked at Zhang Hui, and said happily: "The guilty minister knows, the guilty minister knows. His Highness Taisun has many things to do, and the guilty minister and my father will follow Shangguan to the school grounds in the city?"

Zhang Hui maintained his attitude, just said yes, and led the group of Tatars to the school grounds in the city.

But before Zhang Hui had taken a few steps, he slowed down, turned his head and said calmly: "I should call myself a foreign minister. Only officials of the Ming Dynasty can be called that."

Arutai's face suddenly darkened.

Ming Dynasty really went too far!

They all consider themselves guilty, yet they are actually said to be unqualified by the person in front of them.

But Abu nodded repeatedly and said with an apologetic smile: "It was the foreign minister who was impolite and impolite."

Zhang Hui hummed again, said no more, and led the way forward.

On the tower of Zhenyuan Gate, Zhu Yunxi, who had just disappeared, appeared again on the edge of the city wall.

Beside him, Gao Yangzhi squinted his eyes and said lightly: "The young man looked respectful, but the people around him seemed a little unhappy."

Zhu Yunxi sneered: "We have to endure hardships to protect ourselves. Young people have never experienced the former Yuan Dynasty's occupation of the Central Plains, so they will naturally be more wise to protect themselves. But those who have experienced the former Yuan Dynasty's occupation of the Central Plains must lower their heads at this moment.

But it’s a little difficult.”

Zhu Fan folded his hands and hid them in his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Now it's killing, and then it's going to be a shock on the campus. What are you going to do in the end? Do you really want to keep these people?"

It is not that the imperial court does not accept surrender from people outside the customs.

It was only in the 24th year of Hongwu that after the rebellion of the three guards of Wuliangha occurred, the imperial court became more cautious about the surrender of people outside the customs.

Zhu Yunxi smiled: "Wait for a quarter of an hour, wait until the school ground is ready before going over. Then we will want to see how these people will react next."

Killing them all is naturally the simplest way, but it is not the best way.

At least given today's inconvenient transportation and the difficulty of the imperial government in governing remote areas. Once a group of people are killed, it won't be long before another group of people takes over the territory.

The imperial court cannot repeat the process of suppression, governance, rebellion, and suppression again forever.

And on the other end.

Arutai and Abu, under the leadership of Zhang Hui, arrived at the school grounds in the city soon.

At this time, in the school grounds, there were already many officials and officials from various bureaus in the city, as well as arrested Shanxi merchants and gentry.

All around, the imperial flag was fluttering, and many officers and soldiers were on guard.

"Just wait here."

Zhang Hui led Arutai and Abuzhi'an father and son into the school grounds, arranged them in a corner of the high platform behind the camp gate, and then stepped aside, watching the Tatars silently.

Arutai looked at the Akito who was tied up and pinned to the ground on the school ground, his face became increasingly ugly.

Abu and I were looking around, with some caution in their eyes.

"What are you planning to do, Akito?"

Arutai chanted in a low voice.

Abu turned his head silently, glanced at the Jin Yiwei standing not far behind him with the corner of his eye, and whispered: "According to the habits of the Central Plains people, he probably wants to kill. Father, please be patient.

Akito didn't do anything to us just now, and he won't do anything else next."
To be continued...