Ming Dynasty: The Sixth Brother of the Zhu Family Seeks Immortality

The leaders of other tribes became "excited" and criticized Dan's actions.

Dan smiled disdainfully: "The Great Khan hasn't spoken yet, but you are making a noise first? What does this have to do with people from a small tribe like you?"

"What are you talking about? Our Durbut tribe is not just for food! Do you think there are people in the Junggar tribe?"

"Quiet!" Mahamu felt a little headache for a moment when he saw the many leaders arguing.

However, he soon felt at ease, although he was a little depressed these days because of the death of his son.

But today is different! The priests of Wala have arrived here!

"The priest has arrived outside. You don't want to argue in front of the priest, right?"

After Mahamu told the news of the arrival of the sacrifice, the tent suddenly became much quieter.

The passionate leader just now seemed to have been anesthetized.

It became quiet instantly. From this, it can be seen that the reputation of the sacrifice is still very high in the eyes of these people.

And Mahamu saw that when the sacrifice was mentioned, most people showed respect and fear on their faces, and Mahamu's heart sank.

He turned his attention to his supporters, and was somewhat relieved to see that the supporters did not show their admiration for the priest.

Mahamu felt that it was still too chaotic. Although he relied on the reputation of his ancestors to become the co-owner of Wala.

But he, the co-leader, did not achieve enough achievements to stabilize his reputation, nor did he lead the tribesmen to make a fortune.

Although in the last Ming Dynasty expedition, they ate from both ends and got a lot of good food.

However, after all, that was not the policy he set, and the specific implementation was not completed by him.

Instead, each tribe completed the style of following the wind and falling behind the wall in batches.

With the east wind from both sides, their various tribes rose up.

The interior of Oara became more complex and full of factions.

Mahamu even wondered if this was a conspiracy designed by Zhu Di?

By gradually strengthening the tribe, a situation emerged in Wala where one mountain could not accommodate two tigers.

Mahamu's eyes became determined.

He needs a big win, a hearty win to establish his dominance.

Wala also needs a big victory to eliminate the negative impact of Tuohuan's death.

The Wala tribe, each with their own evil intentions, will definitely be defeated by Zhu Di in the end!

The question now is, how to defeat Daming!

Although people from the Central Plains are in contact with them, as long as they hold back Zhu Di's army, the Ming Dynasty will be in chaos.

He only dared to believe the tone of voice of the Central Plains people who contacted him.

Was Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty so easy to be plotted?

Mahamu has heard the legendary stories of the Ming Emperor since he was a child, and to some extent, he admires the Ming Emperor very much.

Zhu Di began to fight with the army in the north when he was a teenager.

Later, with the help of Yan Di, he turned the world around and became the emperor of Ming Dynasty!

How could such a person not be worthy of Mahamu's admiration?

In the tribe, everyone waited quietly for the sacrifice to enter the tent.

After a while, a small man with the head of a deer and the eyes of a rat came forward.

His face was unshaven, and thick dark circles were clearly carved around his eye bags.

In his hand he held a coiled, slightly blackened wooden staff.

He looks like an ordinary old man.

But it was such an old man who almost overpowered most of the tribal leaders.

From this point of view, he is not simple.

"The high priest is here, please take a seat!"

The priest spoke, and an unpleasant and dry voice resounded in the tent.

But no one dared to show disrespect.

"You're welcome, Khan. What do you want to see me for?"

Mahamu saw that the priest seemed to be in a hurry, so he directly told them the problems they encountered.

"High Priest, my son was killed by the demons of the Ming Dynasty. At the same time, three thousand well-trained cavalry were killed. The method of killing was very strange, so please come and investigate for us."

"Oh?" The priest said with a hint of interest: "Take me to see their corpses."

Chapter 100 The armies of the Ming Dynasty set out, and the decisive battle began.

Mortuary.

A group of leaders came here, waiting for the results of the sacrificial survey.

The priest raised the short wooden staff in his hand and released a very weak light that was almost invisible.

The leaders around him seemed to have seen this light, and they seemed more pious.

There was thought in Mahamu's eyes, this light was really bloomed by the sacrifice.

Or is it actually the power of the wooden staff?

Everyone here is still silent, not knowing what they are thinking.

Soon, the unpleasant voice of the priest sounded again.

"There was no curse, they were thrown to death or hacked to death."

Upon hearing this news, all the leaders' faces became even more ugly.

They actually hope that Ming Dynasty will have national masters or monks involved.

If there are no monks involved, it means that Ming Dynasty really has a strong enough cavalry team.

The cavalry is the strength of the grassland! They were able to resist the Ming Dynasty, partly because the Ming Dynasty's cavalry was not that powerful.

On the other hand, they are very capable of hiding.

The priest's words shattered everyone's hopes.

The threat brought by the powerful cavalry of the Ming Dynasty may directly threaten the safety of the old and young in the tribe.

All the leaders' faces gradually became ugly, and they had some thoughts of retreating in their hearts.

The survival problems of their tribes are now very serious.

The successive droughts and white disasters have caused a significant reduction in the production of their cattle and sheep.

The children in the tribe can't survive, let alone the elderly.

The nomadic Wala and Tatar are not like the people in the Central Plains who rely on food.

If the Central Plains lacks food and clothing, the court can take out the grain of previous years for relief and disaster relief.

Not to mention whether all the people can get food, but at least the Ming Dynasty has food! There is food to be used for disaster relief!

But what about the nomadic people who rely on grasslands?

Most of their beef and mutton can't be stored for a long time. In winter, most of the cattle and sheep need to be slaughtered and stored for winter.

The things that can be stored for a long time are dried meat, and dried meat is not as filling as fresh meat.

And always using dried meat as food is not a good thing.

"We want to fight to the death! We want to plunder the border of the Ming Dynasty!" Dan, the leader of the Junggar, shouted.

"Yes! The Ming Dynasty is not an invincible guy!"

Other leaders also echoed, but it would be better if they could restrain the fear hidden in their eyes.

The priest saw everyone's timid appearance and shook his head in his heart.

How to deal with the prosperous and powerful Ming Dynasty if you lose your courage after being scared by the Ming Dynasty?

Besides, fight to the death?

With just tens of thousands of people, what can you use to fight to the death with the Ming Dynasty?

The priest touched the wooden stick in his hand and felt a tiny crack in it.

I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person with superb skills in the Ming Dynasty.

He didn't want to say it, he still wanted to live, and he didn't want to provoke the Ming Dynasty's national master monk!

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Shuntianfu Beiping City.

Zhu Di stood at the highest point of the city wall, with a heroic spirit in his heart. He was commanding the army to be ready to go at any time!

He received intelligence from Prince Zhao, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Zhankan.