Although the glory of the Mongols has long passed, as a direct bloodline of the Golden Family, they are still obsessed with the glory of the past. This can be seen from Ezhe's pomp.
A dozen or so gorgeously dressed guards wearing golden swords filed out of the yurt and stood on both sides. Then two maids in long veils came out and bowed to lift the curtain of the yurt. They were short and bearded.
Zhe then walked out, which was completely different from Erzamu coming out of the yurt directly.
After getting out of the yurt, Ezhe stretched himself, as if he came out not to rescue people but to take a walk.
It was a pity that the screams of leader Ao Lachi, which were already lower in pitch, continued to reach his ears, disturbing his interest.
Ezhe actually didn't care about the life or death of leader Ao Lachi, but as the future Great Khan of Mongolia, if someone beat a dog in front of him, he would not give him face.
He originally wanted to step over and question the Ming army commander, but after looking over, he found that several Ming army generals were sitting on horses, condescending, and more imposing than the Mongolians standing there.
E Zhe frowned and whispered an order, and then a guard immediately ran to the back of the yurt and brought E Zhe's tall horse.
Mongolian horses are all short, and Ezhe's horse was one of the tribute horses that tribes in the Western Regions paid tribute to his father Khan in the past.[
He walked over and stepped on the guard's back to mount the horse. Although he could also mount the horse himself, which was a basic skill of the Mongolians, the pride of his golden bloodline made him step on others.
After getting on the horse, I compared it secretly in my mind. It seemed that it was taller than those Ming army generals. I couldn't help but feel satisfied in my heart, and then urged the horse to move forward slowly.
His slow movements had long been seen by the Mongolians who were confronting the Ming army. Seeing him coming, they quickly separated the two sides and bent down to greet him.
It was impossible for Zhong Jinwei not to see such a huge pomp and circumstance. His former identity as a prostitute made him very disgusted with those who liked to talk about pomp and show off.
For this reason, he himself never pays attention to ostentation.
Now he knew that a Mongolian noble had come, but so what, now in the Ming Dynasty, during the period of martial law, he still dared to attack the troops under martial law.
The most important thing is that many tribes from Mongolia followed the Jianlu into the pass, burned, killed and looted. This is what he can't tolerate the most. Now these people are receiving the salary of the Ming Dynasty and they are still arrogant in the Ming Dynasty. Uncle can tolerate it, but aunt will never tolerate it.
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Zhong Jinwei suddenly pulled the horse's head, turned around, turned the horse's butt towards the Mongols, and walked up to the group of Zhangjiakou soldiers.
These local troops were surrounded by the Mongols before, and they still haven't dispersed. Qianhu, who had been watching them execute the Ao Lachi leader, now saw the imperial envoy coming, and was secretly impressed but also a little nervous.
, I wonder if the imperial envoy will punish them.
Zhong Jinwei glanced at these soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. It was a pity that he did not see the elite spirit like the Baigan Army. Most of the soldiers were not in their prime. Either their faces were full of traces of time or they were young and hairy.
.And the military uniforms he wore were very shabby, which reminded Zhong Jinwei of a saying: three years for the new, three years for the old, and another three for mending.
Zhong Jinwei sighed inwardly, no wonder the Mongols would bully them. Everyone can imagine the combat power of these armies, and who would be afraid of them!
He originally wanted to say something inspiring and inspiring, but now that he saw these soldiers, for some reason, he suddenly lost his mind.
In Zhong Jinwei's mind, the real border guards are by no means old and weak. They can only rely on their status as a military force to bully the people, but cannot protect their homes and country.
After looking around, he turned back and said to Kong Fang beside him: "Is this the army of your Xuanfu, or the army of the Nine-Border Stronghold?"
"Master Marquis, haven't all the elite troops been transferred to King Qin?" Kong Fang himself couldn't stand it, how could he assign the worst troops to the Mongolian side to enforce martial law?[
In fact, it is because other troops are not willing to come here to enforce martial law, and they may suffer losses if they conflict with the Mongols. This Qianhu army is the weakest soldier and has the least say, so they are squeezed here.
When E Zhe came over, he saw that the Ming Army coach suddenly turned around, thinking that he was contemptuous of him, and was about to get angry. Then he saw the coach turn back, and he couldn't help but thought to himself, it seems that the Ming Army coach was not willing to do anything after all.
Dare to be polite to yourself!
His bodyguards were leading the way, but when they encountered a forest of guns, no matter how they shouted, the forest of guns always stood still.
Looking at the soldiers who faced them coldly with guns, these guards never dared to draw their swords at them, so they stopped there, waiting for Ezhe.
When Ezhe rode up to the front, he saw that behind the forest of guns, several Ming soldiers were beating the leader of Ao Lachi. Their buttocks were already blooming and their screams were lower.
He frowned, and when he was about to speak, the execution had already been completed over there.
The Qianhu man, sweating profusely, reported to Zhong Jinwei that the execution was over, and then stepped aside.
The Aolachi leader who was lying on the ground was still moaning. This was thanks to the fact that Qianhu was afraid that Qiu Hou would settle his account once Zhong Jinwei left, so he did not dare to beat him hard.
"The Great Mongolian Jinong is here, who are you, and why are you beating up my Mongolian people?" One of Ezhe's guards shouted loudly, with a loud voice. It seemed that he was someone who often did this.
"Ji Nong, what is Ji Nong, Ji Gong?" Zhong Jinwei didn't know the official position and asked Kong Fangdao.
Kong Fang smiled bitterly and explained Ezhe's identity in a low voice. He didn't know why Ezhe appeared in this yurt. No wonder the Mongolians were arrogant.
Zhong Jinwei understood and nodded, and Kong Fang replied: "This is the imperial envoy of the Ming Dynasty Emperor, awarded Shang Fangjian, King Qin's army supervisor, and the Marquis of Zhongxing."
Before Kong Fang could finish his introduction, Zhong Jinwei interrupted him and directly asked the man on horseback opposite: "You come here and I am an enemy or a friend of Ming Dynasty. Just tell me directly."
E Zhe was stunned. The other party was a marquis with real power, and he didn't act according to common sense. How could he talk to him directly? He couldn't figure it out and had to answer by himself, saying: "It doesn't matter if he is an enemy or a friend. You are now
How can I explain the person who hit me?"
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said: "To borrow a saying from a famous person, treat your enemies like the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves, treat your friends like the warmth of spring, that's all. As for why this person was beaten, I don't need to tell you.
Bar?"
E Zhe was stunned again after hearing this. When did celebrities in the Central Plains speak vernacular?
He sensed the arrogance of the Marquis of the Ming Dynasty, and was angry in his heart. He shouted to Zhong Jinwei: "If you beat me, the Mongols, are you afraid that we will shut down the horse market? How will you deal with your emperor?"
"Haha, please. You and I both know who needs it more in this horse market." Zhong Jinwei laughed and pushed back.
"You" Ezhe was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. The grasslands are barren, and some things must be obtained through the Central Plains. This horse market was also bought with blood by the ancestors of Mongolia, so it obviously cannot be shut down.
He took a breath and said fiercely: "Aren't you afraid that I will report to Father Khan and send troops to retaliate?"
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, his face, which had been smiling just now, suddenly turned cold, and he said to Ezhe: "It's okay if you don't say anything. Now, I would like to ask you, is your father Khan the greatest Khan of all Mongolian tribes?"
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E Zhe obviously couldn't keep up with Zhong Jinwei's thinking, and was stunned again. He thought that although only a few tribes still recognized his father as Khan, he was still the Great Khan of Mongolia in name. For the sake of face, he could not expose his family scandal.
So, he replied to Zhong Jinwei: "Of course it is. Why, are you feeling guilty?"
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sp; "At the end of last year, Mongolian tribes followed Jianlu into the pass, burned, killed and looted. They did nothing evil and caused many casualties among the people of the Ming Dynasty. Should there be an explanation for this?" Zhong Jinwei's words were very cold.
When Ezhe heard this, he felt bad. Those tribes who entered the pass with Jianlu had already taken refuge with Jianlu. They had nothing to do with Father Khan. They were even hostile tribes and had fought several wars. Now this battle must be counted among Father Khan.
It was such an injustice. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret that he had just slapped his face on his face and pretended to be fat.
But the words had already been spoken, and it would be more embarrassing to go back and explain, so I had to say: "Is there such a thing? Why don't I know about it? Since you said it, I will write it down first and report it to my father later. I will handle it myself."
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"You can handle it yourself? Hahaha." When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he suddenly laughed out loud. He seemed to have seen a big joke. He kept laughing until Ezhe's face looked very ugly, and then he stopped and said: "I'll do it myself."
We will deal with it. When will there be results? Let's just let it go. How many people in the Ming Dynasty died unexpectedly, their families were destroyed, and just such a frivolous sentence?"
"Then what do you want?" Ezhe asked. In his heart, this matter must be settled. His father Khan has no ability to fight against those tribes for the people of Ming Dynasty. Behind him stands the Liaodong Jurchen
Woolen cloth!
"To act like this is to be an enemy of the Ming Dynasty. I just said that we should treat the enemy like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. First we will take down the sacrificial flags, and then send troops to the grassland, tooth for tooth, blood for blood!" Zhong Jinwei pointed to his forehead with his finger.
Zhe, said loudly.
Kong Fang's expression changed. This Lord Marquis is going to sing that song, but he won't do it, right?
"Hahaha, is it just you old and weak soldiers?" Now it was Ezhe's turn to laugh, and his men also laughed together. They were not afraid of the strength of the Ming Dynasty's border troops. Subconsciously, they ignored the white men in front of them.
Pole Army.
Ma Xianglin saw them laughing wildly, looked back at Zhong Jinwei, and then waved his hand, and the white-pole army immediately took a few steps forward and forced them in front of the Mongols.
This frightened Ezhe and his younger brothers to take a few steps back in a hurry to avoid the front of the white-poled army soldiers. At the same time, their laughter suddenly stopped.
Ma Xianglin urged his horse to take a few steps forward, and shouted to the Mongols: "I don't know how high the sky is, how do you compare to the Jianlu in Liaodong? The heads of five thousand Jianlu were erected in the capital, and the head of Aixinjueluo Amin was hung in the capital.
City head."
As soon as he finished speaking, these Mongolians suddenly became cries, including Ilzamu, who was among the ordinary Mongolians, and he was no longer calm.
After a while, Ezhe said in succession: "This is impossible, how is this possible?"