Chapter 258: Carrying the wholesale death-free iron coupon
The generals had gradually dispersed, and only Zhu Qizhen and a group of his confidants were left in the hall. Jiang Fu also stayed. At this moment, there were more important things to discuss.
Zhu Qizhen gently patted the bright yellow helmet placed on the table in front of him, and said in a deep voice to Qian Zhong beside him: "In order to deal with the civil strife in Wala, we must also first report the news that the leaders of the grassland tribes have been killed.
Pass it to the chief military officer of Zhubian Town and tell them my opinion, and I hope they can be patient for the time being."
"In addition, I need someone to go and inquire again to see how Weisha Fox and others are doing with their affairs." Zhu Qizhen stroked his brows and sighed softly. "I also died first, King Sekan.
He is also dead, and most of the entire Choros clan has been wiped out. Now, only Boyan Timur is left. I hope he can survive, and at least the Choros clan is not wiped out..."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will take care of it now." After Qian Zhonggong accepted the order, he quickly strode away towards the outside of the hall. Toward the heavily guarded palace on the side of the palace in the Xinkai Fort.
Go to the pigeon house.
"Your Majesty, why don't you let Naala kill the entire Choros clan? You know, the Choros clan, but for the past few decades, they have led those Tatars to invade our border wall of the Ming Dynasty, kidnap my border residents, and destroy our wall.
The mortal enemy of the farm." Yang Jun, who was sitting next to Zhu Qizhen, frowned and thought for a long time before saying. Although Yang Jun's voice was not high and his tone seemed very modest, the meaning revealed in those words was full of meaning.
There was a bit of unwillingness and a bit of hatred. It really made the rest of the people in the hall couldn't help but change their expressions.
Jiang Fu raised his eyebrows, glared at Yang Jun, and shouted in a deep voice: "General Yang, His Majesty the Emperor has his own opinions."
Yang Jun ignored Jiang Fu, and looked at Zhu Qizhen who narrowed his eyes and looked at him. He did not avoid Zhu Qizhen's gaze at all, and said proudly: "I have millions of soldiers and civilians in Xuanfu Border Town.
Over the past decades, we have suffered countless plunders from the Yuanmeng Tatars, and the number of civilians, soldiers and civilians who died at the hands of the Tatars can be counted in the hundreds of thousands in our Xuanfu town."
"My father has been guarding the border for more than forty years, and the ministers have also been guarding the border with my father for more than ten years. The deep hatred of the Yuanmeng Tartars against our border is too long to be written down. Please, Your Majesty, never forget the bloody hatred of the soldiers and people of our border town in the Ming Dynasty."
"..." Looking at Yang Jun prostrate on the ground, Jiang Fu, Shi Biao and others in the hall, they all couldn't help but cast their eyes on Zhu Qizhen with some uneasiness.
Zhu Qizhen looked at Yang Jun and couldn't help but feel a little angry and a little helpless. He finally understood why Yang Hongming knew that his eldest son had a true military knowledge, but he didn't leave it to publicize.
Instead, he kept it by his side.
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This guy really doesn't know how to adapt. Even an emperor like himself, who is noble in character and good at accepting people's opinions, is furious. If he falls into the hands of other emperors, if this guy can live beyond forty years old, unless he hands
Inside was a wholesale death-free iron coupon.
Yang Xin and Yang Neng also stared nervously at Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on the main seat and staring at his brother with a gloomy expression, for fear that he would get angry. But fortunately, after a long time, Zhu Qizhen's
Their expressions slowly returned to gentleness, and the two of them couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"My dear, please get up." After Zhu Qizhen raised his hand to signal Yang Jun to stand up, he said warmly: "You are truly a loyal and upright man. What you say does make sense."
"But what I have done is not only for the people, soldiers and civilians of Xuanfu, but more importantly for our country and the country of Ming Dynasty, tens of millions of people." Zhu Qizhen stood up and walked slowly to the place where he stood up.
, but still walked up to Yang Jun, who looked puzzled, and patted his thick shoulder.
"The Choros clan is the mortal enemy of our Ming Dynasty. This is true, but now the Choros clan has been killed by the Junggar people, and their strength has been greatly reduced. Even the Great Khan was killed in the Halitu River.
King Saikan and Alechu, these two tiger generals are dead, and the only ones left are Boyan Temür and an army of no more than 20,000 Choros." Zhu Qizhen's lips curled up slightly. "
Nowadays, the Troos clan is already the most unlucky lost dog in the entire prairie. It is almost injured. In other words, it won’t take long for them to be swallowed up by other tribes. The entire Troos clan will be destroyed.
Disintegrated into nothing.”
"In this way, it does seem very relieved, but apart from being in a happier mood, what else can we gain? No, we have gained nothing." Zhu Qizhen spread his hands and said with a smile. "We have gained nothing from it.
It’s not right that a little profit is still beneficial.”
After hearing Zhu Qizhen's words, everyone present could not help but widen their eyes, and their dull gazes fell on Zhu Qizhen's face with a rather vulgar smile.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what did you say?" Shi Biao tilted his head and looked at Zhu Qizhen in disbelief. He even had the urge to pick out his ears with his carrot-thick fingers.
"I am saying that we have not been able to gain enough benefits from the complete destruction of the Churo Ross family. This is wrong!" Zhu Qizhen rolled his eyes at this guy and said in a more serious tone. "You may think that
I'm just telling a joke, or you think I'm acting like a businessman, right?"
As soon as Zhu Qizhen finished speaking, the seven or eight heads in the room were shaking very quickly from side to side, but the expressions on their faces made Zhu Qizhen feel that these guys deserved a beating.
"The interests I am talking about are the interests of the country. Do you guys think what I am talking about?" Zhu Qizhen felt that he could not continue to talk about it, otherwise these guys might really see him as a
It's the accountant who's making a lot of noise with his abacus.
"What I want to do is to divide the forces of the entire prairie into as many divisions as possible, and the more chaotic the better. In this way, our Ming Dynasty can calmly arrange and cultivate a puppet co-master of the prairie, just like in the past.
What he did was to calmly deal with the strong and support the weak through his hands, turning the entire grassland into a battlefield that will never stop."
Seeing those faces with enlightened eyes and bright eyes, Zhu Qizhen finally let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although these guys are all soldiers, they still know that they still have some concepts of national strategy.
. His eyes fell back on the frowning Yang Jun again: "This is the benefit I mentioned. Yang Aiqing, do you understand?"
"I understand, your majesty wants to use the Churo Ross family as bait to plot against the grassland tribes." Although Yang Jun is not good at other aspects, his intentions in terms of tactics and strategy are clearly revealed.
of.
Seeing Zhu Qizhen nodding with joy, Yang Jun couldn't help but his face turned purple, and he prostrated himself to the ground again. "I just made a mistake, your majesty, please punish me."
"Get up, you have no evil intentions in what you said. Why are you guilty? I still need you, but you are trying to level the grassland for me, so that the grassland will no longer be as strong as it used to be, and let the grassland become the pasture of my Ming Dynasty. And so on.
Only the younger generation can shoulder this long-term burden." Zhu Qizhen helped Yang Jun up, raised his eyes and glanced at the young and energetic faces around him, and there was an unspeakable feeling in his tone.
Shen Su, and encouraging.
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"...Sir, please make a decision quickly. Now, there is no time to delay. Now, there is chaos all over the grassland. All the tribes in the grassland are quick to eliminate us, and all the tribes in Junggar are...
We listened to the rumors about that despicable man Ala and put all the sins on our heads. Now, no one on the grassland is our friend of the Roos family anymore." Shaobu, the Chief of Ten Thousands of People stood at the station.
In front of Boyan Tiemu'er, who looked ashen and depressed, he stamped his feet and loudly persuaded.
"What else can I do? The grassland no longer has a foothold for our Chorus clan. Even if we can escape the pursuit of these tribes, where can we escape to?" Boyan Timur asked.
He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"My elder brother is dead, and my younger brother is also dead. The Choros clan in the royal court was attacked by various tribes, and all of them were wiped out. Only five thousand were able to escape here, plus
We are only 25,000 people, but where should we go? How can we keep the surname Cholos alive?"
"Sir, no matter what, we must leave here. This is a dead place. The Ming Dynasty is eyeing me, and the grassland tribes will not allow us to continue to exist. When the time comes, neither the Ming Dynasty nor the grassland tribes will allow us to continue to exist.
, will trap us here." Bayar, another captain of ten thousand men, said earnestly.
"Yes, let's flee directly to the north and escape from this grassland. There will always be a way to survive in the north and west. We can also take refuge in the Golden Horde. We have 25,000 string controllers here.
Enough strength to win the respect of those khanates." Another general stood up and said loudly.
"Let me think about it again, think about it again..." Boyan Tiemur raised his hand to stop the generals from arguing.
After the news that the king was killed and the royal court was destroyed.
He didn't even have time to grieve, to mourn the death of his elder brother and younger brother. He suppressed the grief in his heart, and settled down the thousands of Choros soldiers who had fought so hard to escape from the royal court, and then personally
He went to each camp to calm the morale of the troops and summoned the officers to calm them down.
Then, he thought of a way to keep everyone alive and prevent the Choros family from perishing. However, after arguing all night, they still had no clue. The important thing is that Boyan Timur was really a little confused at this moment.
He is confused, he is resourceful, but not good at making judgments. This is the most fatal flaw in his character.
And at this moment, a guard rushed in from outside the tent, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and a bit of good news to the Prime Minister. The envoy of the Ming Dynasty Emperor came to see the Prime Minister, just outside the tent.
Waiting. The leader of the envoy is Weisha Fox."
"What?!" Almost everyone jumped up at this moment, like a group of people who were about to drown. They saw a rope slowly being passed into the water, approaching their desperate and upward waving arms.
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:Done, ye, damn! Hahahahahahaha,
Well, I'm in a good mood. I finally got it done. May Muhammad, Buddha, Taoist Master, and Emperor of Heaven be with me. I will definitely work hard and make everyone happy.ro!.
