Lan Quanzhi walked behind and Li Zhong walked in front.
"Let's take a rest first."
Li Zhong said, he is the captain and everyone obeys his orders.
Then he sat down and rested.
At this late hour of the night, everyone was relatively relaxed, and a few other people began to complain.
There were no night patrols before, but now that we are doing these, we will naturally feel more tired.
When he sat down, Lan Quanzhi took out a pot of wine and said with a smile: "I brought wine here. Brothers, take a sip to relieve your fatigue."
Several other people looked at Li Zhong.
According to the rules of the patrol team, drinking is naturally not allowed during patrol.
Li Zhong reached out and took the wine bottle, opened it, smelled it, frowned and said, "Drink your own bad wine."
Although he said he didn't drink, his words also tacitly approved the drinking.
Then someone immediately took it and gulped it down in two big mouthfuls.
A satisfied smile appeared on Lan Quanzhi's face.
Just as Lan Quanzhi had guessed, there was no way the Daiyi people could hide the fact that they conspired to assassinate the Ming Emperor.
He thought that since they were all members of the clan, they could keep things very secretive, but he forgot one thing, that is, when there are more than three people who know the secret, they all know it.
What's more, there are at least hundreds of people who know about this operation.
The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty visited Annan in the south, and in terms of intelligence, he had already laid a dragnet.
Especially for the southern patrol route, almost all tribes involved on the route have been closely monitored.
Do you really think that the Jinyi Guards of the Ming Dynasty are just living for a living, not to mention that the chieftains of so many tribes are gathered together.
"They really want to treat us as blind people."
Jin Yiwei, who was in charge of security, felt that his brain was a little out of control.
In order to ensure whether this matter was a cover-up or if there were other plans, I spent a lot of money to find out.
The final result was that the chief of the Daiyi tribe really wanted to use thirty cannons to bomb the southern patrol.
After Zhu Ying heard the news, she felt a little speechless.
Since he dared to come to the South for a tour, of course he had made all preparations to ensure that everything would go smoothly.
"Grandpa, what do you think we should do with these people?"
When it comes to this, it is natural to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
But these chickens are a bit too much.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled softly: "We still think that no one has the courage. If you want to do this, you will naturally have to bear the consequences."
"It's time to teach the people of Annan some lessons."
"Kill them all."
Zhu Yuanzhang's slightly smiling tone revealed indifference.
On this southern tour, Zhu Yuanzhang brought a large family with him, including a large number of princes, grandchildren, and concubines in the harem.
It's all about having a lot of fun while traveling, and it's also a way to avoid the cold.
The most important thing is that both grandfather and grandson are here. This is the present and future of Ming Dynasty.
Anyone who dares to think a little bit will not be allowed to let go.
Zhu Ying nodded slightly.
This kind of thing doesn't even have the opportunity to work, and it's completely incomparable with domestic corruption.
But there is only one word involved in it: death!
This time, we want everyone in the world to know that anyone who intends to murder the Ming Emperor will have to pay the most painful price.
An edict was conveyed directly to Jingning Marquis Ye Sheng and Puding Marquis Chen Huan.
"You are so audacious, you actually plotted to kill our Majesty, your great grandson!
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The next day, the two men met together during the night march, and Puding Marquis Chen Huan immediately roared angrily.
Jingning Hou Ye Sheng looked indifferent: "There are no precise orders in the edict, but we should know how to do it."
In Zhu Yuanzhang's edict, he only described what happened and said in general that he would be punished, but he did not say that he would kill the nine tribes.
The deeper meaning is for them to understand by themselves.
In this case, the two of them certainly know the specific method of disposal.
On the General Pointing Platform, Jingning Hou Ye Sheng looked at the large army below, and then shouted: "This general has received a secret report that someone has gathered an army to murder my Majesty the Ming Dynasty."
"Tell me how to deal with it!"
As the messengers roared, Jingning Marquis Ye Sheng's words spread throughout the three armies.
Then someone shouted loudly: “Kill!
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Immediately afterwards, the three armies were shaken, and countless soldiers shouted in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
A small country with few people dares to assassinate His Majesty. Don't you know how to write the word "death"? Then let us teach you.
Jingning Hou Ye Sheng and his two men directly gathered an army of 100,000 people and immediately set off to the place where the Daiyi tribe was located.
Their time is very short, and they must be completely destroyed within seven days without affecting His Majesty's southern tour.
"That's enough. It only takes four days to arrive. Two days are enough to deal with it all, and leave one day to clean the battlefield. We can welcome His Majesty just in time."
Jingning Hou Ye Sheng thought about it in his mind and felt that he had enough time.
These chieftain tribes did not even have regular armies, so they were no match for the Ming army that had experienced hundreds of battles.
In terms of numbers, the other party's entire population of old, weak, sick and disabled people combined was not as large as our own soldiers, and perhaps they didn't even have two pairs of armor, so what could they use to fight the Ming army?
There may be twenty or thirty artillery pieces, but in the hands of the Ming army, there are hundreds of the latest artillery pieces, and among the artillery pieces that have been lost to these chieftain tribes, not necessarily a few are good, and most of them are discarded products.
This is not a competition on the same level at all, it is a complete crushing.
In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or conspiracy is like a tiger in a paper lake, which will be crushed in one blow.
"Who, who leaked the news?"
On the fourth day, when the 100,000 Ming army was approaching, Mr. Li of the Daiyi tribe learned the news.
Immediately his mind collapsed and he let out a desperate roar.
This is equivalent to the fact that the plan has been completely shattered now, and there is no possibility of implementation at all.
The key now is how to protect the Dai Yi clan. He himself is destined to die and has no choice.
"No, I'm an old man. It's not a big deal if I die, but Yuan'er and the others can't die. They have to find a way to survive."
Mr. Li reacted immediately and immediately began to think about how he could let his sons escape.
Li Yuan is his eldest son, followed by eleven sons, the youngest of whom is only nine years old this year.
He wants to preserve his bloodline inheritance as much as possible.
What Mr. Li didn't expect was that in the current situation, their sons were discussing how to hand him over.
"I have long advised my father not to do such a thing. Now the trouble has come. The Ming army has come in, and none of us will be able to escape."
In a thatched house, Mr. Li's ten sons were sitting together and discussing how to put all the blame on their father and let him bear everything.
This meeting was organized by Li Yuan, Mr. Li's eldest son. As the saying goes, a son is like a father.
Who cares about the relationship between father and son above personal life?
"I don't want to die, I want to live, I want to live. Brothers, we must find a way to put all the blame on my father."
"Let's surrender to the Ming army. I heard that the Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette and will definitely forgive us the death penalty."
It was Lao Qi who spoke. When he thought that he would be executed in a few days, his face became a little ferocious and distorted, and his eyes were full of fear.
Fear was spreading, and the faces of others were in similar condition. Only the eldest son, Li Yuan, was a little calmer, but his hands with nowhere to rest also showed that he was not calm inside.
"This time, things are not that simple. I have read the laws of the Ming Dynasty. According to our current sins, the Nine Clans will be punished. Regardless of the scope of the Nine Clans, there is no way for the few of us to survive."
Li Yuan said with difficulty, he had studied and entered the Chinese Academy established by the government, so naturally he knew more than the brothers here.
"Will it hurt if I am beheaded? I don't want to die."
The third child is the most bully and shy, and he is usually very lazy. Knowing that he will die in a few days has completely destroyed his will.
It is impossible to resist, because it makes no sense at all. No one thinks that these people gathered can resist the Ming army.
After all, most of these chieftain tribes are just ordinary people. The vast majority of them have never even held a sword. How can they fight against a well-trained army?
Not to mention the Ming army, even the local soldiers of the Annan government can massacre them at will.
"Why are you crying? Can crying solve the problem? Will you not be killed if you cry? Third brother, shut your mouth. At this point, we have only two ways to go."
After Li Yuan scolded the third child who was crying miserably, he said to everyone.
Everyone immediately cast hopeful glances at the elder brother, hoping to tell him a way to survive.
"For now, we first need to tie up our father and send him to the Ming army to see if they will forgive us for our crimes."
"But we can't just wait. We have to organize a group of people in advance, bring money and food, run to the depths of the jungle before you, and then inquire about the news."
"Only in this way can we have a chance to survive."
Li Yuan forced himself to calm down and spoke slowly.
This is the only option at the moment.
After everyone listened, they could only agree with the elder brother's method, and there was no other way.
But just as we settled down here, we heard a loud noise coming from outside.
Li Yuan quickly opened the door and went out, asking the guarding clansmen what happened.
"It's not good, the chieftain officer of the Dai tribe has gone crazy, and they are storming the patriarch's house with their tribesmen."
Hearing this, Li Yuan suddenly became anxious and hurriedly said to several of his brothers: "We cannot let the Dai chieftain take away our father. He must have similar intentions to us."
"If my father falls into their hands, our chance of survival will be gone. Come on, take someone with you and follow me to get my father back."
As soon as everyone heard that they had to cut off their own way of survival, they immediately roared and rushed back with a group of Daiyi tribesmen to support him.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Most people didn't have swords or anything like that, some were holding wooden sticks, some were holding hoes, and some were holding iron pots.
More often than not, I just pick up a random stone or a sturdy piece of wood on the road and just follow along.
In this scene, the fight is a bit excessive, and it almost feels like a group fight.
And as far as the people currently under the management of Annan Chieftain are concerned, most of them are sallow and thin.
Although the Nanyang region is rich in products, the development of cultivated land is extremely weak. In terms of planting technology, the Ming Dynasty is far from comparable to the Nanyang region.
Moreover, this place is affected by the caste system. Even if it belongs to the Han cultural circle, the exploitation of the lower class people by the upper class is more serious.
Especially the chieftain, who is no different from a native emperor.
Soon, the area where many toasts gathered turned into a big melee.
Affected by the external pressure of the Ming army, most of the chieftains thought about arresting the Daiyi clan chief and then sending them to the Ming army themselves so that they could survive.
This may be the only chance now.
You know, even the sons of Mr. Li, the leader of the Daiyi tribe, are now thinking about this.
Boom boom boom!
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Not long after the melee started, artillery fire suddenly rang out.
This was the artillery originally prepared to deal with the Ming Emperor's southern tour, but now it is too red-eyed to care about so much.
Originally, not all of these artillery pieces belonged to the Dai Yi tribe, but from other chieftains, one for you and two for me.
Even when the plan is implemented, extremely valuable items such as artillery are still in their own hands and cannot be left to the Dai Yi tribe to operate.
Now that the fight is over, the artillery will naturally be brought out.
If there is one, then there are two. You have already opened fire. Am I still waiting?
Aiming at the artillery outside, he immediately turned the muzzle and began to fire at the camp.
A huge roar spread in the jungle valley. These artillery pieces were originally controlled separately by more than a dozen forces, but now they were naturally firing blindly.
The camp here was suddenly baptized by artillery fire. There was no talk of friendly forces at this time, so it was all about bombing first.
There were more than twenty artillery pieces. Perhaps their lethality was nothing, but the huge roar almost deafened the people in the camp.
Wails suddenly sounded, and people were fleeing everywhere.
"What's going on? Why is there the sound of artillery all of a sudden? Is there a civil unrest?"
The Ming army marched all the way to annihilate all the rebels who dared to murder His Majesty.
When we arrived here, the plan was to take a rest before attacking the mountain.
But the current situation seems to be that there is trouble within the other party.
Now there are two ways in front of the Ming army, whether to take advantage of the opportunity to attack directly, or to rest first according to the original plan.
Jingninghou Ye Sheng frowned.
Forcing a tired army to attack is a taboo in the art of war.
But if the other party really makes a big mess and even uses artillery, if he waits any longer, he will miss the opportunity.