"Old Prime Minister, the prisoners of war they handed over to us were all from the Grassland Headquarters. We asked for the prisoners of war from the Choros tribe, but they refused on the grounds that they wanted to hand them over to Boyan Timur, the current leader of the Choros clan."
The leader of the Junggar tribe opened the tent and shouted loudly.
After hearing this, the leaders of the various tribes who were already exhausted from the bloody battle and were gathering in the tent to rejoice that they had finally survived heard this and couldn't help but cast their gazes on the face of Assassin.[
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"The Choros family has been our sworn enemy, and Ashi Temür is now dead. Among the Choros family, the only one who has both talent and virtue is Boyan Temür. Boyan Temür has always been
We are very close to the Han Emperor, so if our strength expands, it will be a big disadvantage for us." Amul, the leader of the Huite Tribe, couldn't help but stand up and shouted.
"No, we have to go find the Han Emperor to comment." A tribal leader stood up with a look of displeasure on his face. However, he couldn't help but pause when he saw the sarcastic look that Asashi was looking at him.
A Ci withdrew his gaze, sighed softly and said: "So what, hum, if this matter was not authorized by the Supreme Emperor, how could those Ming army generals do this?"
"The Junggar tribe collapsed, and the strength of the grassland headquarters was greatly reduced. Now, we can only take shelter under the Supreme Emperor. He can allow us to obtain supplements from prisoners of war, which is considered a gesture of kindness to us. If it happens again,
No one knows whether he will have any other reaction to his request for a share. Don’t forget that the Ming Army today is no longer the Ming Army it used to be.”
At this time, Great Elder Batu coughed twice, and his hoarse and old voice kept echoing in the big tent.
After hearing this, everyone who seemed a little upset at first couldn't help but feel a little silent. Yes, they stared at the Ming army's combat power and saw with their own eyes such fierce artillery fire.
Those soldiers have such a tenacious and terrifying morale and fighting strength. Even now, in retrospect, if it was not the Hasashin tribe who attacked them, but their own army, the end would not be much better.
go.
"How long has passed, those Han troops have actually become so powerful. What's even more terrifying is their artillery. They are definitely the most terrifying demons that our grassland warriors don't want to face." A tribal leader
His tone seemed quite depressed.
"., those Han people have always been like this, they become strong." After a period of time, they will slowly weaken. What are we afraid of? In the past, we ancients, didn't we conquer all the powerful enemies one by one?
Our ancestors could do it, and so can we." At this time, naturally some people would jump out to cheer him up.
Hearing this, everyone present finally felt a little more comforted. Yes, once the Han people have no opponents, they will start to turn their spears against their own people. This was true in past history, and it is also true in current history.
Therefore, they believe that the Han people will definitely decline in the future. At that time, the grassland will definitely still belong to them, the grassland people, and even the Central Plains may become their horse herding place.
one……,
Just when they were still reminiscing about the past and yearning for the glory of the future, a sudden news interrupted their thoughts, because Zhu Qizhen, the envoy of His Majesty the Ming Emperor, came to visit.
"Yang Jun, the commander of the Ming Dynasty's personal army, has met old General Aci." Yang Junmai walked into the big tent, glanced at some of the people who were already standing in the tent, and finally his eyes fell on the man with a smile on his face.
Assa's face.
"I don't dare to take it. I have seen Little Yang King. 1 Little Yang King's reputation was like thunder in the past. Today's battle is an eye-opener for us and we have to accept it." Aci smiled and saluted Yang Jun.
Words.
"Haha, it's not because of His Majesty the Emperor's sage, otherwise, how could Yang have achieved today's achievements." Yang Jun raised his eyebrows and continued: "According to His Majesty's decree, the troops and horses of the Junggar tribes are ordered to be the vanguard.
Come with me, the elite of the Ming Dynasty, to the capital of the Puppet Khan's royal court."
Aji couldn't help but narrow his eyes tightly into two lines. Looking at Yang Jun who was still chatting, he couldn't help but feel an unconcealable anger in his heart. "1 Little King Yang, His Majesty the Emperor
We originally wanted to obey your will, but now that the tribes have been devastated by war and the soldiers are exhausted, we hope that King Xiao Yang will report our difficulties to His Majesty the Emperor."
When Yang Jun heard this, he couldn't help but reveal a few hints of an unexplainable smile on his face, and asked lightly: "What does the old general mean..."
"I would like to stay here first. Once we have settled the people of the tribe, we will definitely be the pioneers for the kingdom." A'sashi vowed with a face full of confidence.
"The old general is interested." Yang Jun raised his eyebrows again, like two sharp swords unsheathed. "In this case, I will allow you two days to settle and handle matters. After two days, you must set off for
I am the vanguard of the army. "Two days?" The smile on Asashi's face couldn't help but stiffen, and he took a deep breath.
"General Yang, is the two-day period too tight?"
"That is, we still have many warriors who have not been treated yet, and the tribe has not been resettled yet. The tribe's cattle and sheep also need manpower. If we leave with you, who will herd them for us?" At this moment, there was another man.
The tribal leader stood up and shouted in an unfriendly manner.
"...Yes, why should we sacrifice our lives for you?" More and more tribal leaders started to make noises and clamored.
"Stay here with me...!" Yang Jun shouted loudly, which exploded like a thunderstorm in the tent, immediately causing the excitement of the tribal leaders to stagnate.
"Why, our Ming Dynasty just saved your lives, and now you are thinking of being ungrateful?" Yang Jun glared at the dozens of evil-looking Junggar leaders in the tent, and as his body swayed, he clanged
The bright armor plates then made a light collision sound. His big hand was pressed on the handle of the sword at his waist, his expression was so arrogant and domineering.
"General, please be careful with your words." Amul said thoughtfully from the side. However, his words did not achieve any effect, and Yang Jun's face became increasingly cold. "My Majesty the Emperor's will, this general has already been fulfilled."
Bring it here. Whether you listen or not is a matter of your second thought. Farewell!"
Seeing the arrogant back of Yang Jun walking away, many leaders couldn't help shouting, but no one dared to stand up and block Yang Jun's way.
Looking at the still swaying curtain, the angry shouts gradually fell silent, and everyone once again cast their unwilling eyes on A-ci.
"Prime Minister, these Han people are really bullying us. How could they do this to us? If we hadn't invited them over, how would they have had a chance to get involved in the grassland. A tribal leader pulled out half of his scimitar.
He inserted it back into the sheath with force, with an angry look on his face.
Hearing this, A Ci couldn't help but glance at this person, but there was no trace of appreciation or encouragement in his eyes. There was only a kind of slumped helplessness and contempt, as if he saw a thirty-year-old man but still had a smile on his face.
The mentally retarded kisser Lou drags a lollipop with a snot dragon.
"What do you think will happen to us if I don't ask for help from Ming Dynasty?"
Amul was familiar with this man, and when he saw his wild words, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"Those Ming troops arrived one day too late. Who of us will still be alive? If we fight to the death, the grassland headquarters will definitely win miserably. By then, the Han army will swarm in. Hmph, that one will definitely
The Allied Forces of the Prairie Headquarters suffered heavy casualties and were exhausted. I am afraid that not even anyone can escape."
"...They help us because the Han people want to imitate their ancestors and try to rule this grassland." In the end, the great elder Batu said a word that made everyone fall into a state of sluggishness and even despair.
If it were ten years ago, no, even more than two years ago, they would only sneer at such an analysis, and even spit at this old guy to show their contempt. But now, the prairie has
No longer united, even after the death of Na Xianxian, the originally united Junggar tribe also fell apart. Before those Ming people set foot on the grassland, the grassland was already full of wars, causing countless casualties.
In today's grassland, it can be clearly said that no tribal group has the ability to unify the entire grassland. Maybe the grassland headquarters in the past had this strength, but after the battle of Geerhai, the last powerful force was already gone.
He was beaten to a disability.
The words of Great Elder Batu made everyone shocked to discover that this seemed to be the truth...
After a long silence, everyone understood that now, the Junggar tribe could only have a chance of survival if they obeyed the will of His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
"We warriors on the grassland will become the lackeys and minions of the Han Emperor. It really makes me feel suffocated." A tribal leader slapped the silver bowl with only wine stains in his hand.
On the case table.
"No matter how hard you hold it in, you have to keep holding it in. Don't forget, there are 50,000 to 60,000 Ming troops here watching us. What can we do? Behind us are our tribesmen, our children, and us.
The hope of the future." Azashi walked around the desk with his hands behind his back and stood in the center of the big tent. His eyes like that lone wolf swept over every face present, and there was a hint of difficulty in his voice.
The decisiveness of speech.
"The grassland in the future will definitely be ours, but now, we must compromise for the sake of the future. Otherwise, tribes like us may not even be able to pass on our surnames." After leaving these words, Ah
Xi stepped out of the camp, raised his head, and looked to the northwest, at the Ming army camp near the Geer seaside. He looked at the military camp where noises and cheers came from, and at those who were still vigilant in the Junggar camp.
Ming Dynasty's scouts roaming around.
Asashi couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew very well in his heart how the Ming Emperor could make the same mistake again. And he drove the Junggar tribe as the vanguard. Naturally, he wanted to make the Junggar tribe and other tribes on the grassland stand apart.
The blood feud between the two tribes became deeper and deeper. At that time, the Junggar tribe still wanted to become the king of the prairie. The only way was to let all the tribes die in the past and be buried in the rich soil.
When he thought of this, A Ci already understood that Zhu Qizhen's purpose was not really to make the grassland itself extinct, but to completely divide the entire grassland, without any chance of reunification.
"Zhu Qizhen, if I had known that this would happen, at that time at the Bauhinia Pass, I should have insisted on persuading you to kill you first." A Ci couldn't help but sigh. "Back then at Yutailing, if I had not done anything at all,
If you hesitate, you would have died long ago. If that were the case,..."
Ah Ci's voice became lower and lower, and eventually, like his somewhat desolate back, he seemed to be swallowed up by the night.
one……,
"Is this the Waci Royal Court in the past?" Zhu Qizhen stood on the back of his mount and looked at it, which was almost completely in ruins. Only clusters of ashes remained, with only sparse herdsmen grazing around. It was no longer as prosperous and prosperous as before.
The extravagant Washi Royal Court.
Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but sigh with emotion. His eyes were searching for the familiar places in his memory in the past, but now he couldn't find any way to compare those things with the extremely luxurious buildings or buildings in his memory.
It is related to the tent. It is a completely desolate and desolate scene.
"I didn't expect it to look like this. It seems that I have been punished so many times here." Beside Zhu Qizhen, Zhenshuo General Shi Heng stroked his long beard and frowned slightly.
Echoing the words.
"Hmph, you deserve it. These shoes deserved such retribution a long time ago." Yin Tianze, the commander-in-chief of Gansu Town, spat viciously into the gray and black mud on the ground, his voice filled with deep hatred and hatred.
A kind of unwillingness. This kind of unwillingness certainly comes from the heart. Like in the Central Plains, Ye Xian, who had done countless evil things, actually died like this, in the hands of his own people, not the swords of the Ming Dynasty soldiers.
At the same time, I have to say that this is a kind of strong unwillingness and regret.
Many generals present had the same thoughts as him. At least, Yang Jun and Shi Biao also had expressions of resentment and regret on their faces. They could not personally put down the army that had been ravaging the northern frontier of the Ming Dynasty for more than ten years, leading to the defeat of the Youtumu Fort in the Ming Dynasty.
, it is indeed a pity that the capital is trapped and beheaded first.
Seeing the expressions of these generals, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. "My dear friends, we are already in the suburbs, and the royal court is reduced to broken walls. Originally, we were united to gather hundreds of troops.
The tiles have already disintegrated, and the flames of war are everywhere inside. This is a great benefit to our Ming Dynasty. Why do we need to be resentful again? "I don't know where they are escorting the prisoners of war now." Zhu Qi
Zhen Fan stood up and jumped off his mount, walking slowly through the ruins of the Waca Palace, saying, "There won't be any problems on the road.
pda, I’m really sorry for you all. Umbrella Sky has started to resume updates. Well, there are a lot of things going on at home, but there are no rumors on the Piaotian Literature website that I will commit suicide with a knife? What a god (to be continued.!
