Chapter 125 It’s better to kill someone than to kill one’s heart
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
I was shocked first and slowly opened my eyes.
Amidst the loud shouts of the Ming army, Zhu Qizhen rode forward slowly on horseback and looked at Ye Xian condescendingly, with a somewhat sarcastic look on his face.
The golden armor on his body was stained with blood, but his eyes shone with a chilling light.
At this moment, I suddenly thought of Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty.
When Emperor Yongle made his Northern Expedition, he was as young as the emperor and also high-spirited.
But now...
At this time, Ye Xian had already lost his temper and sighed heavily.
"You Han people have a saying, which is that the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Today I am defeated, and God has destroyed my country. I want to kill or behead me, so give me a good time!"
Now that Oara has been destroyed and the Tatars have been defeated, it means that there is no hope for Dayuan anymore.
Zhu Qizhen smiled lightly and said: "Before you die, I want to tell you that the so-called Great Yuan died a hundred years ago, and today it will die again, and you will never have hope of resurrection.
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After hearing this, a look of pain and complexity flashed across my face.
He originally thought that if he was tougher, the other party might still be sympathetic to each other, but now it seems that things are different from what he imagined.
Is this really going to kill you?
He took a deep breath and decided to accept the reality, so he knelt down towards Zhu Qizhen and grabbed the ground with his head.
"I would like to join the Ming Dynasty and serve the Ming Dynasty from now on."
If the hard one doesn’t work, then go for the soft one!
Wara people are not all hard-nosed, and they must be soft when it is time to be soft.
When Emperor Yongle was conquering Mobei, no matter whether it was Oara or Tatar, especially Uliangha, once they were forced to the end of the road, they took the initiative to ask for annexation, and the court often chose to restrain him and would grant him an official position.
Ming Dynasty's policy towards the desert has always been like this.
This is not a woman's kindness, but the people in the government know very well that the Ming Dynasty cannot control the desert at all. If a group of people are killed and a tribe is wiped out, a new tribe will take the opportunity to rise and become a serious problem in the pass again. Such a large-scale war would consume a lot of national power, so it would be better to show mercy and make a temporary reconciliation between the two sides.
Therefore, I gave in first.
He hopes to save his life, even if he is a dog of Ming Dynasty.
As long as people are alive, there is hope.
Zhu Qizhen was expressionless, shaking his head and saying: "I know what you are thinking, but you are wrong, I don't need you!"
"Wha...what?"
He was stunned for a moment, he really wanted to say, keep me, it will be useful to you!
"You are not qualified to submit to the Ming Dynasty, and there is no need to control the desert. Today is different from the past. I personally conquered Mobei to..."
Zhu Qizhen suddenly took action, and a wisp of cold light passed by.
The edge of the long sword, like lightning, quickly passed through Ye Xian's throat.
Poof!
He also raised his head blankly, as if he couldn't believe that he would really die here today.
He clearly felt the cold sword cutting his throat and smelled the smell of death.
The severe pain caused him to convulse all over. He subconsciously raised his hands and grabbed his throat. Blood continued to gush out from the fingers of his hands.
Life is passing by, and the power in the body is withdrawing...
His hands were trembling, and he could no longer hold them. In an instant, blood mist spurted out, and blood gushes out like spring water.
Zhu Qizhen looked grim and said slowly: "You remember, I am the orthodox emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"
Immediately, the long sword was sheathed.
Zhu Qizhen ignored Ye Xian who was lying in a pool of blood. He turned his head and looked at the Ming soldiers behind him.
Phew...
He let out a long breath, raised his eyebrows slightly, and ordered: "Cut off his head and bring it back to the capital to comfort the heroic spirits of our ancestors!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
All the soldiers witnessed the end of an era with their own eyes, and they were all indignant and shouted long live.
Zhu Qizhen got on his horse and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he quietly looked at the Onan River in front of him.
This is the place where Genghis Khan originated.
I think back when Emperor Taizong drank from the Ma Onan River, what a scene it was.
According to the trajectory of history, the emperor himself has also been here...
However, it was a humiliating experience that almost ended the Ming Dynasty.
Today, everything has changed.
However, the matter is not over yet. Although the Tatar tribe claims to have golden blood, they are far from as strong as Wala and are still on the run.
The Tatars must be destroyed before the grassland will be completely pacified.
By the way, there is another person...
Back at the camp, Zhu Qizhen ordered people to bring Qiqi Ke up.
This woman's face was full of anger, and she looked at the Ming Emperor in front of her with hatred, wishing to eat him alive.
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand, and Fan Zhong stepped forward, took out a blood-stained package, and opened it in front of Qiqi Ke.
Qiqi Ke stared straight at the head, his face pale.
Suddenly, she fell to the ground and retched.
"You...I'm going to kill you!"
I saw Qiqi Ke rushing forward like crazy, but was pinned to the ground by two guards, struggling painfully and feebly.
"Let her go!"
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and the guards retreated. Qiqi Ke's eyes were filled with tears and he was about to pounce on him.
Brush!
The sword was unsheathed and pressed against her throat.
At this moment, the world seemed to have stopped.
Zhu Qizhen held a long sword and took a step forward slowly.
"When your people crossed the Great Wall and killed the people of Ming Dynasty, did you ever think about today?"
Qiqike took a step back involuntarily, his eyes full of hesitation.
She wanted to die, but was unwilling to do so.
"I was the one who killed you first, and I destroyed the entire Oala. Now it's easy to kill you!"
Zhu Qizhen moved forward again, while Qiqi Ke trembled all over and continued to retreat.
"Last year at this time, I led three thousand cavalry across the desert, slaughtering your people like chickens and dogs, but sparing the old, weak, women and children. Do you know why?"
"They...what...are they...guilty of?"
Every time Zhu Qizhen took a step forward, Qiqi Ke took a step back. She didn’t know why she lost her determination to die.
"What crime do we have in the Ming Dynasty when we seize the common people at the border?"
Qiqi Ke suddenly felt that all thoughts were lost, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
Zhu Qizhen took back his sword. This woman's heart was already dead. It didn't matter whether she killed him or not.
"I didn't kill them, not because they were innocent, but because I didn't bother to do it!"
"I, the Ming Dynasty, believe in benevolence and righteousness, but I will not show mercy to my enemies because you are not worthy of it!"
"The same is true now. I can let you go, not because I am afraid of you, nor because I appreciate you, but just with disdain. Your lives, in my eyes, are not even as good as a chicken or a dog!"
"There are two ways before you now. One is to use your status as princess to gather the remaining tribes and join the Ming Dynasty. Kneel at my feet and beg for mercy. Maybe I can reward you with a bowl of rice." "Or, you can lie dormant, accumulate strength, and wait for the opportunity to seek revenge on me."
"I welcome you to take revenge at any time, and I can destroy all of you at any time without leaving any trace behind!"
"The fate of those people depends on your thoughts."
"That's it for now. It's useless to say more. You can leave!"
The overall situation has been decided, and there is no point in killing more people. Killing people is worse than killing people.
If you want to survive, you can be Ming Dynasty’s dog!
Qiqi Ke walked out of the Ming army camp in a daze. She didn't even know how she got out.
Looking around, there is no place for oneself in the vast grassland.
The glory of the past has gone forever, where should we go...