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Chapter 468 Triumph of the Death Camp

The news that the death camp was about to return triumphantly spread quickly, which made the people in the capital who had relatives died at the hands of the Mongol Tatars applauded.

The business of the Jingshi Restaurant has improved a lot, because many people will go to have a drink to celebrate, and at the same time they are happy that the death camp has returned safely.

Stories about the death camp’s campaign on the grassland have been imagined one after another, especially the story about riding alone thousands of miles and capturing King Darhan out of nowhere, which is even more popular.

What, did you say "riding alone for a thousand miles" wrong? That's because there is something wrong with your understanding. Riding alone here means a single cavalry army.

What, you don’t know King Darkhan? It doesn’t matter, someone will give you the gossip about who King Darkhan is right away.

Amidst all the gossip, Denglai's victory report received little attention from the people in the capital.

The people in the capital were all looking forward to the day when the death camp would triumph, and were ready to go and have a look at the soldiers of the death camp.

After a few days passed like this, the Mongolian envoy from Zhangjiakou arrived first.

For their arrival, the Ming court showed a welcoming attitude and warmly entertained the envoys headed by Ezhe and assisted by Irzamu, the leader of the Sizi tribe.

However, Emperor Chongzhen did not receive them when they arrived. Instead, he arranged for these envoys to be accompanied by officials from the Honglu Temple of the Ming Dynasty. They visited the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, increased their yearning for mutual trade, and accidentally let them listen to the public opinion of the capital.

These Mongolians knew more about the death camp than the people in the capital. They were a little in awe of the death camp that turned the grasslands of eastern Mongolia upside down, but they were not surprised.

On the contrary, they were surprised that the Denglai Ming army actually killed more than 400 Jianlu Zhenglan Banners, including one Jia La E Zhen.

In their eyes, the fighting power of Jianlu has always been what they feared. Unexpectedly, the Ming Dynasty was winning battles against Jianlu one after another, and it seemed that it was getting easier and easier to win against Jianlu. In their hearts,

I have more respect for the Ming Dynasty, and at the same time I feel lucky that I have chosen to stand on the side of the Ming Dynasty.

After two days like this, the death camp finally returned to Beijing in triumph.

Early that morning, the people of the capital got up early and went to the street where the death camp was about to pass, occupying a good position to pay homage to the returning hero.

"Second brother, don't look at it. A messenger will of course notify you in advance when we arrive." The strong man said to his sworn second brother.

Unexpectedly, the short man didn't listen to him this time. He still looked ahead and replied: "Don't worry, they are all heroes and good men. They have avenged a great revenge for your second sister-in-law's family."

At this point, the short man suddenly felt emotional. He turned around and looked at his third sworn brother, and sighed: "It's a pity that my second brother doesn't have a body like yours. Otherwise, I would have gone with the death camp to take revenge myself."

The strong man was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the second brother seemed to be different today and said something that surprised him.

His eyes became a little blurry, leaving his second brother and looking at the other people who were preparing to welcome the death camp's triumphant return.

Looking at the eyes of those people with reverence and expectation, looking at the direction where the soldiers of the death camp were about to appear, the merchant's words suddenly rang in his heart: "Your structure is too small!"

"Are you just going to kill pigs for the rest of your life?"

"..."

The strong man thought about it and fell into confusion.

Suddenly, a fast horse galloped along the road, shouting: "The death camp has entered the city, and the hero has returned in triumph..."

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd, vying to see the soldiers of the death camp. Thanks to the soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division, there was no chaos at all.

After much anticipation, the triumphant team finally arrived.

I saw walking in the front was the flag of the death camp, a large flag with a black background and the word "death" in blood, fluttering in the wind, leading the way.

Then there was a prison cart, with an old prisoner inside. Needless to say, everyone knew that this man was King Darhan, the biggest accomplice of Jianlu.

The crowd suddenly started to commotion again. The soldiers tried their best to stop them and couldn't get closer, so they had to shout and curse loudly to vent their anger.

Behind the prison car were the soldiers of the death camp, four in a row. Although their uniforms were old, they were all in high spirits, holding their heads high and enjoying the honors they deserved.

It's just that their hands are not holding the reins, but are holding a box in front of their chests, as if they are letting the box enjoy the honor of returning in triumph and being welcomed by the people.

"Second brother, what's in that box?" the strong man asked.

The short man ignored him, looked at the soldiers of the death camp passing by, and suddenly shouted: "Wan Sheng!"

The people on the side were having difficulty expressing their feelings for the soldiers of the death camp. Suddenly they heard such a sound, and they immediately shouted together: "Wan Sheng!"

Gradually, the voices gathered together and resounded throughout the capital: "Wan Sheng!"

When Cao Wenzhao appeared in their field of vision, the cheers reached their peak.

But soon, they discovered something was wrong, especially those people who had gone to see off the soldiers in the death camp.

"Why are there so few people!" The short man muttered to himself, and suddenly lost his voice: "Could the ones in that box be the ashes of soldiers who died in battle?"

Many other people also guessed what was in the box, and all of a sudden, there were mixed feelings.

Some of the soldiers in the death camp must have died in the battle. They had no doubt about this. They had even estimated that many people would die in the battle.

But when the ashes of the soldiers who died in battle appeared in front of them, they found it difficult to accept it. They also felt that the determination of the soldiers who died in the battle to leave the fortress was rare.

Following the soldiers of the death camp was a convoy with the flag of Denglai on it, indicating that the heads in the car were the heads of the captives killed in the Denglai battle.

But the hearts of the people in the capital were so focused on the soldiers of the death camp that they ignored this convoy.

In fact, we can't blame the people of the capital, because they had already seen thousands of heads of Jianluo at the beginning of the year.

If this Denglai battle had taken place before the victory of the Gyeonggi Battle, and the heads of more than 400 real prisoners had been captured at once, it would have definitely caused a sensation among the people in the capital.

It didn't take long for the soldiers of the death camp to arrive at the Meridian Gate and hold a meeting to offer prisoners.

Emperor Chongzhen was sitting on the city wall at the Meridian Gate, with the Mongolian envoys specially invited to watch beside him.

When verifying the authenticity of the identity and head, the Minister of Punishment also invited E Zhe and others to come and watch and be witnesses.

These Mongolians only glanced at the dying Saisang, and then carefully identified the heads of Jianlu, but found that none of them were fake.

Next, under their awed gazes, Emperor Chongzhen continued the process of offering prisoners, and finally sentenced Darhan King Saisang to death, and rewarded the soldiers of the death camp, and finally returned to the command of Zhong Jinwei.

After the matter was over, the Mongolian envoy issued a statement expressing his firm support for the great Ming Dynasty, stating that Liaodong was an inalienable part of the Ming Dynasty, and strongly supported the Ming Dynasty in taking back its own territory. If necessary, he said that he would send troops to help. Finally.

They expressed their hope to live in harmony with the Ming Dynasty and open up mutual trade.

After all this is done, director Zhong Jinwei's drama is finally about to begin.


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