Chapter 89 Congratulations, you are now a prisoner of Ming Dynasty!
The wind is coming.
"kill!"
"kill!
"
With the sound of horse hooves and roar, the Wala people were awakened.
When they walked out of the tent, they saw a horrifying scene that they would never forget: the evil ghost came with wind and sand, brandishing its saber and slashing at anyone it saw, just like the monster in the fable, blood splattered on the yellow sand!
The cavalry of the Fengzi camp glanced with scarlet eyes, saw the panic-stricken Wala people, then rode their horses to kill them, and then their heads fell to the ground, and their sabers were stained with blood!
"It's demons. These demons hid in the evil wind and crawled out of the sand. They are here to harvest our souls!"
"Run, run!"
The Wala people had no desire to fight. They regarded the cavalry of Fengzi Camp as monsters and could not resist at all, so they ran away in panic.
But how could the two-legged Wara people outrun the four-legged war horses? Before they could run a few steps, they were chased by the cavalry from the Fengzi Camp and their heads were chopped off with sabers!
One corpse after another fell to the ground. Huo Qubing walked forward in the wind and sand. He casually hacked to death a fleeing Wala man with the sword in his hand, and then went straight forward.
He has only one goal, and that is the largest tent deep in the Wala camp!
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King Anle of Wala woke Tupolo from his sleep.
He was just tired and took a nap, but he didn't expect that he was awakened by the sound of fighting rising to the sky just as he fell asleep.
The alert King Anle noticed at a glance a young man wearing armor and holding a knife sitting in front of the table in the tent.
"Who are you? How dare you break into my king's camp!"
King Anle was wary of this young man who had never been masked before. He touched the pillow, only to find that the dagger that had never left his body had disappeared, leaving him in vain.
"The wine is good, you really enjoy it."
Huo Qubing drank the wine from the silver wine glass in one gulp and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wine can be brewed so beautifully after a thousand years?"
There must have been good wine in the Han Dynasty where he lived. For example, in the Western Han Dynasty, a fine wine called "Guanzhong Baibo" would have an appropriate amount of mint added to the wine. It was so popular in the Guanzhong area that it got its name.
However, the wines of the Han Dynasty were still very different from those of the Ming Dynasty. After thousands of years, this was the first time Huo Qubing tasted the fine wines of later generations.
King Anle didn't know what the young man in front of him was talking about, but what he meant, so he said cautiously: "If you like it, I can send you ten jars of fine wine, but I don't know your name?"
Huo Qubing chuckled and said, "My surname is Huo and my first name is Qubing."
King Anle was stunned for a moment, and then became a little angry: "Are you teasing me?"
The name Huo Qubing is so famous.
Not only the Han people knew about this young general, but also the Mongols.
But Huo Qubing was from the Han Dynasty!
That was a person who lived more than a thousand years ago!
Which monster can live for more than a thousand years?
King Anle thought Huo Qubing was making fun of him.
Huo Qubing shook his head, knowing that what he said was a bit ridiculous.
But...he is really Huo Qubing!
"I gave my name, now it's your turn." Huo Qubing said calmly.
King Anle hesitated for a moment, and then said proudly: "I am the Prime Minister of Mongolia, King Anle is the leader of the Bald Polo!"
Huo Qubing was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.
He is not as good as Bai Qi, Ying Zheng and others who keep up with current events and know the history of later generations. In Zhu Gaojie's mind world these years, Huo Qubing has been fishing and paddling, but he only knows what the world is like today.
But just by the word "king", Huo Qubing knew that he had caught a big fish this time!
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"Xiao Zhu, do you know who Batu Polo is?"
In the world of his mind, Huo Qubing asked hurriedly.
Zhu Gaojie thought for a while and said: "In the sixth year of Yongle, Oala was not as strong as it is now. It had been bowing to the Ming Dynasty. The leader of Oala, Mahamu, and others sent envoys to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty to ask for a title. In the seventh year of Yongle, Oala was
The three chief leaders of the Ming Dynasty, Mahamu and Taiping, assigned Tupolo the title of King Shunning, King Xianyi, and King Anle.
This Tupolo was awarded the title of King of Anle at that time and became one of the three kings of Wala. It ranked third among the nobles of Wala, and its strength was second only to King Mahamu of Shuning and King Taiping of Xianyi."
Having said this, Zhu Gaojie said quickly: "Don't kill Tuboluo. Capture him alive. Only by capturing him alive can you maximize your profits. There is also the camel button gold seal. Find his camel button gold seal!"
The camel button gold seal is a seal awarded by the Han dynasty to the leaders of foreign tribes. From the time when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty opened Hexi and established Wudu to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the leaders of the Di and Qiang tribes were mostly worshiped by the Han dynasty. Naturally, the Tupolo would not
Exception, he must have a golden camel button seal on his body.
This is a symbol of status. For foreign kings, the golden seal of the camel button is as valuable as the jade seal passed down by the Han people.
Huo Qubing responded: "I know."
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Huo Qubing returned to reality from the world in his mind, and looked at King Anle with a smile: "Congratulations, King Wala'anle has captured His Excellency Tupolo, you are now a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty!"
King Anle: "?"
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Its daybreak.
The wind and sand that had been raging all night subsided, and finally it was possible to see the light of day.
In the camp of the Oara people, there were corpses and bones everywhere, and the blood dyed the yellow sand red, exuding the pungent smell of blood.
Eight hundred knights from the Fengzi Camp fought all night long!
The Wala people set up a high fence around the camp to prevent enemies. However, the fence not only failed to prevent the enemies, but instead became a prison for them. Under the wild sand, the Wala people turned around and were trapped by the fence.
They fled wildly in the camp, and finally became the dead souls killed by the Ming army.
In the tent that originally belonged to King Anle, Huo Qubing was sitting on a chair, listening to the inventory report from Chi Rong.
"Your Majesty, in this battle, our army beheaded and captured more than 5,000 people... This is an incomplete statistics because there are too many goods received, but we can keep statistics while marching."
Huo Qubing was not surprised by this bumper harvest.
He directly captured a Wala king alive, which was completely different from defeating part of the Wala army!
This means King Anle came here with his army to set up an ambush. If he could capture King Anle's tribe, the harvest would be even more terrifying!
However, Huo Qubing did not intend to continue the fight. He only led 800 people this time. It was already good to defeat a Wala king. If he continued to kill, the Wala people were not fools and would definitely take corresponding countermeasures.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]
"Take our prisoners and withdraw!" Huo Qubing's face was filled with a smile.
Chirong, on the other hand, completely surrendered to King Qi's admiration.
Eight hundred people went deep into the hinterland of the desert, beheaded more than 5,000 prisoners in total, and even captured a King of Wala alive?
Who dares to believe it?
But they really did it!
And all of this is thanks to the Prince Qi in front of him.
"Why are you giggling so hard? Why don't you hurry up and do something?" Huo Qubing urged with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Chi Rong nodded crazily: "I'll listen to you!"
If you want to subdue Mongolian men like Chirong, there is only one way - to conquer them.
Chirong had served only one person in his life - Emperor Yongle.