Chapter 285 The future of Ming Dynasty will definitely go far beyond the Han and Tang Dynasties!
The originally lively and luxurious Golden Tent of the Royal Court now looked so deserted and empty, as if it had been looted by a group of thugs. The Maoli boy stood in the big tent, looking at the empty Golden Tent, thinking about the previous luxury.
Despite the excitement, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in my heart. After leaving, I don't know when I will be able to come back here again.
Within the golden tent, all valuable and portable objects had been removed. Dahan, who was only seven years old, was being held by his nanny at the moment, staring blankly with his big black eyes.
He looked around, and everything he was familiar with had disappeared without a trace. The guards and tribal leaders who were usually respectful to him didn't pay attention to him at all. Only the wet nurse hugged him tightly and followed suit.
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"Great Khan, don't be afraid. One day, the old minister will take you back here to re-establish the Golden Tent of the Yuan Dynasty and make all the tribes in the prairie surrender under your feet. At that time, we will definitely
It will save you today's shame. Do you understand?" The Maoli boy turned his head, looked at the frightened sweater on his face, and couldn't help but smile warmly.
After hearing this, Magukorgis nodded hard and said in his still very childish voice: "I believe in you, Grand Master."
After hearing this, the Maoli boy couldn't help but feel a little bit more relieved. He whispered instructions to the guards around him, and then gave instructions to the nanny holding Magukolgis.
"Take the Great Khan into the car, Great Khan. The old minister has sent the most powerful armored guards around you to protect your safety. When the time comes, the Great Khan will follow the old minister to break out of the encirclement. When that time comes,
No one can trap us anymore."
The Maoli boy still felt a little guilty in his heart, but when facing the seven-year-old Khan Magukergis, his tone seemed so confident.
Seeing Magu Keerjisi being carried out of the big tent by the wet nurse, the smile on the Maoli boy's face gradually faded, and he reluctantly glanced at the empty big tent again, and tightened the handle of the scimitar in his hand. Only then
Gritting his teeth, he turned around and headed out of the tent. He turned over and jumped on the mount that had been prepared. He glanced at the Khan's chariot, which was heavily surrounded by his armored guards, and then gave instructions to the generals beside him in a deep voice.
He said: "It's already dawn, tell the tribes to prepare for a breakout."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Maori boy, who was wrapped in heavy armor and wearing a typical xxx small round helmet, suddenly felt the abnormal noise caused by the flow of air, and couldn't help but shouted to the people around him in surprise.
But soon, a general with a hurried look galloped over on horseback. "Grand Master, hurry up, those Junggar rebels have already rushed over."
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"What?!" After hearing the news, the Maoli boy had a sudden thought and almost fell off his mount. He finally managed to hold on to the saddle and sit up again. With a livid face, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Those damn rebels
, even if you become a dog of the Han people, you actually want to drive out all your compatriots?"
"Pass the military order from this Grand Master, and take advantage of the heavy fog to break out of the encirclement immediately. Tell Angke that this Grand Master will take the Khan one step ahead, and order him to come over later and follow me to break out to the north." Before he finished speaking, Mao Li
The child had already rushed out on horseback and headed towards the north. In an instant, the armored guards behind him surrounded the Khan's chariot, and they also poured into the white mist. And in the distance behind them, fierce
The sound of fighting was faintly heard.
The sword-like light cut through the white mist, easily breaking through the leather armor, and chopped into the shoulder of the Dongtumute cavalryman who had not had time to retract the scimitar that hit the enemy, directly killing him.
The thick and powerful left arm was split from the body, and with a shrill howl, the hot blood spurted out and splashed on the grassland, steaming up a touch of water vapor and blending with the white mist again.
Countless Tross cavalry wearing black armor stood out from the thick fog, roaring loudly, and violently collided with the Dongtumut cavalry who were not willing to be outdone, and streams of iron surged up.
, the collisions again and again, even the heavy fog seemed to be violently rolled up and flew up.
The desolate horn sound seemed so urgent and even hasty at this moment. The thick fog not only covered the battlefield, but also provided a strong cover for the Junggar people's surprise attack. The angry roar, the neighing of the war horses, the swords and swords.
Collisions and harsh friction sounds came one after another. Severed weapons and severed limbs were scattered on the gradually yellowing grass. After a few breaths, they were trampled by those chaotic heavy hooves.
, so trampled that it is difficult to distinguish.
The surviving officers defended themselves with the weapons in their hands and summoned their subordinates with hoarse roars, intending to gather into a defense line or attack formation. At this moment, in the thick fog, no one could
I don't know who can take advantage. More, it depends on the courage and martial arts of the soldiers to fight.
Boyan Timur was also wearing heavy armor, with a livid face. Surrounded by a large group of guards, he led the Chinese army's five thousand cavalry to slowly press forward. Most of the generals around him had already led their own troops.
The army was killing the enemy at the front, but there were still several captains staying by Boyan's side.
"Those damn Han people, let us kill each other, but they are waiting to take the credit." A captain looked back at where he came from with a look of bitter hatred, and behind him, there was a vague surging force visible in the thick fog.
The black ridge line is the elite Gansu border army led by the Gansu town general. Rather than holding the formation from behind, it is better to say that they are monitoring or urging the Junggar people to kill each other with their fellow prairie compatriots.
a little.
"Golmud, don't talk nonsense!" After hearing his subordinates' complaints, Boyan Temür turned his face and shouted coldly. The captain could only close his mouth angrily, but the expression on his face remained the same.
Full of unwillingness and resentment.
Seeing the expressions on the faces of the generals and the rows of silent warriors on the grassland, Boyantemur felt both happy and bitter in his heart.
The Choros warriors are still as fierce and good at fighting as before, but now, they have lost the freedom and pride of the past, and are forced to become the hawks and dogs of the nation that they once stepped on, and must fight for their own survival.
Instead, follow the opponent's will and wield your own sword.
If he doesn't work as a thug for Zhu Qizhen and proves that he is still useful, then it is very likely that the Choros family will be abandoned by Zhu Qizhen. After all, what Zhu Qizhen needs is a grassland that can obey his will.
It's not about caring about someone's feelings and deciding who to compensate.
Boyan Timur knew very well what kind of person Zhu Qizhen was, just as Zhu Qizhen knew himself, and knew what price he was willing to pay so that the Churo family could continue to survive on the prairie and not perish.
The important thing is that Boyan Timur believes in Zhu Qizhen's credibility. He knows Zhu Qizhen very well. As long as he can do his best to obey Zhu Qizhen's will, then Zhu Qizhen will at least let Trosz
There is respite in the savannah.
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Speaking of which, it is really strange that the strength of the prairie is not inferior to the Ming Dynasty troops who set foot on the prairie. But now, it has become a mess. Not only are they wary of being annexed by each other,
They even kept killing each other.
This can not but be said to be a helpless and absurd irony. The root of all these disasters is not only related to his brother who was too arrogant, domineering, cruel and easy to kill, and greedy after he took power, he Zhu Zhu
Qi Zhen, a treacherous person, is also involved. If he hadn't secretly promoted
o Adding fuel to the flames, the situation in the prairie will not be so corrupt.
But, so what if you think too much? Over there, the old dog Ala is also fighting crazily for the future interests of their master Erqing family on the prairie, and isn't he also trying to make the Choros family
Can we strive to gain more say in the prairie in the future?
Now, all he can do is to put aside the unwillingness and regret of the past and let the warriors of the Troos clan fight hard for the future of their clan.
Thinking of this, Boyan Tiemur took a deep breath, turned his head, and issued an order to the commander who had complained just now: "Golmud, take your people and rush up. We will attack Ross."
, we must defeat the enemy blocking us earlier than the Lord Erqing. We must be the first to set foot on the Golden Tent of the Puppet Khan, to prove that our Choros family is still the best on this prairie.
The most powerful clan, understand?"
After hearing what Boyan Temür said, Golmud fiercely pulled out the sword from his waist, roared loudly, and galloped forward. More than a thousand elite Troos cavalry, like a black tide, rushed forward.
The bloody battlefield was rushed over quickly.
"Submit to the will of the Han people and let the alien races kill each other on the prairie in the hope that the Han Empire will allow them the right to live on this land. Such wars have occurred before in the history of the Chinese nation, but
, has disappeared for nearly a thousand years." Zhu Qizhen stood on the high platform, watching the thick fog gradually dissipate, revealing the bloody battlefield like Shura hell, and couldn't help but leisurely
sighed.
"Your Majesty, are you telling the truth?" Qian Zhong, who was fully armed and guarding Zhu Qizhen's side vigilantly, heard Zhu Qizhen's emotion and couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Of course it's true. The dynasty your Majesty mentioned was the Tang Dynasty. It was an era when even the descendants of the royal family from foreign races were willing to serve as the bedguards of the emperor of the Han Dynasty..." who was also standing next to Zhu Qizhen.
Yang Jun also showed a look of leisurely fascination, but then Yang Jun said: "But I believe that the Ming Dynasty in the future will reach far beyond the Han and Tang Dynasties!"
After hearing Yang Jun's words, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but smile on his face, his smile was so free and genuine...
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xxx: The update has arrived. There is a little bit missing today. Due to conceptual issues and the need to think about subsequent plot connections, there is a little bit missing. Please understand.ro!.
