Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhu Houzhao Yanda Khan showed a sneer: "Since I was not even born, you have surrendered to my Ming Dynasty, so as to gain the support of my Ming Dynasty, defeat the Wara tribe in the desert, and dominate the desert... After that, you repeatedly Invading Daming's border towns, wars and peace, can be described as racking your brains..."

"The Oirats made the Tumu Fortress Change, but in my eyes, there is no difference between Oirats and Tatars. As long as I can remember, I know that one day, you and I... will hunt in Therefore, because... everyone has told me since I was a child that I am the one who inherits the destiny, the future son of heaven, but in my opinion, if it is only inherited by blood, why should I be the son of heaven, the son of heaven, You should get on the horse and kill the bandit chieftain, and go to the sea to capture the dragon. The foreign aggression of the Ming Dynasty, you Borjijin Batumengke is the most important. In the past ten years, I have studied the tactics of your Tatars countless times, and pondered over and over again. I will continue to experiment with your Borjijin Batumengke's habits, even your Tatar way of life and your diet. It is not wrong for you to fall into my hands today. I am in your hands today. In front of me, I have practiced riding and arching countless times, learned your Tatar language, drank your kumiss, and exchanged countless times of blood and sweat."

Borjijin Batumengke's hairs stood on end.

In this world, there is really a saying, don't be afraid of thieves stealing, but be afraid of thieves thinking about it.

Borjijin Batumengke couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: "You Han people have said that the winner is the king and the enemy is defeated. Now that I am defeated, I have no complaints or regrets!"

Zhu Houzhao smiled: "I know you will say that, I know you too well. You claim to be the blood of the Golden Family, you call yourself the Emperor of the Great Yuan, but today, I want to tell you that your so-called Great Yuan, You died a hundred years ago, and today, you will die again, and you will never, ever have the hope of resurrection!"

A trace of pain and complexity flashed across Borjijin Batumengke's face.

He took a deep breath, decided to accept the reality, knelt down to Zhu Houzhao, and kowtowed: "I would like to attach Da Ming inside, and from now on, I will serve Da Han."

The Tatars have always been like this. When they reached the end of the road, they asked for attachment. Often, the imperial court would grant him an official position in order to restrain him.

Daming's policy towards the desert has always been like this.

It's not a woman's kindness.

But everyone knows that Daming can't control the desert at all. If a group of people are killed, a new leader will rise from the desert. If a tribe is destroyed, a new tribe will emerge, which will become a serious problem in the pass.

Zhu Houzhao was expressionless: "You are wrong, I don't need you!"

"What?" Borjijin Batumengke was taken aback.

Zhu Houzhao said loudly: "You are not qualified to be attached, Daming, and you don't need to restrain Damo. Today is different. I came to Damo to..."

The long knife was out of its sheath, but at this moment, a sharp edge flashed across the tip of the knife, and then, the sharp edge flashed through the silver light. This sharp blade, like lightning, pierced Borjijin Batumengke's throat viciously.

Borjijin Batumengke seemed to be unable to believe that he would die here today.

He felt the sharp blade piercing his throat and smelled death.

The severe pain caused his whole body to convulse. He raised his hands subconsciously, grasping the blade tightly, and his palms were dripping with blood.

Zhu Houzhao's blade twisted in his throat, and all of a sudden, blood sprayed out, and the blood gushed out like a spring.

Zhu Houzhao said: "You remember me, my name is Zhu Houzhao!"

Immediately, he drew the knife, and the blood arrow sprayed on Zhu Houzhao's trousers. Zhu Houzhao raised the knife, and ignored Borjijin Batumengke who was lying in a pool of blood. He turned his head and saw countless Tatars looking at him in horror. .

call……

Finally... I got what I wanted!

Zhu Hou raised his eyebrows, and couldn't hide his joy. He said to the left and right: "Cut off his head, sprinkle lime on it, take his hand, and invite the British Duke to sacrifice to heaven and comfort the ancestors and heroic spirits!"

As he said that, the long knife was sheathed back, and he took a few steps. The Tatars were all trembling and trembling.

They were terrified and restless, and their hearts were desperate to the extreme.

The golden bloodline has been cut off since then.

And they are just a group of poor prisoners.

Everyone is afraid of death, especially when they meet someone stronger than them.

Zhu Houzhao jumped up, got on his horse, and said sharply: "All the Tatars, their swords, cattle and horses, will be taken away, and their dry food and horse fodder will be searched out, and then... Let them go!"

Just... just let them go.

The Tatars looked at Zhu Houzhao in disbelief.

Zhu Houzhao was riding on the horse, and the Tatars looked at the young man in fear.

What Zhu Houzhao brought them was fear.

The cavalry had already begun to do their work, leading the oxen and horses, and they didn't even bother to search the Tatars, letting them hand in their weapons and dry food by themselves.

As for what they will do and where they will go in the future, obviously... this is their business.

Zhu Houzhao turned his head and suddenly remembered something.

Get off the horse, and find Liu Jin: "Liu Banban, I killed seven more people today, plus this Borjijin Batumengke, there are eight. Now, how many Tatars have I killed?" child."

Liu Jin was eating the jerky with a smile all over his face. Just as he was about to answer, the smile on his face gradually disappeared...

Then, Liu Jin's face changed from being stiff to mournful, and the jerky in his mouth also vomited

came out, but it was silent.

"Maybe...maybe..."

Anger began to rise on Zhu Houzhao's face.

"you forgot?"

"Slave... slave..."

"You just patronize eating!" Zhu Houzhao was furious.

He still has to go back to the pass to preach these figures. He can brag about them for a lifetime, especially in front of Fang Jifan...

But now... this guy... actually forgot.

Zhu Houzhao was a little dazed.

Along the way, countless tribes were plundered, burned and killed all the way. There were too many numbers. His mind was in chaos and he couldn't remember clearly. He thought that Liu Jin remembered anyway. But……

Zhu Houzhao was furious and rushed forward.

Liu Jin fled subconsciously, and was chased by Zhu Houzhao for half a mile before being caught up. Liu Jin said with a sad face, "Your Highness, please listen to the servant's explanation..."

Zhu Houzhao was furious, pressed Liu Jin on the ground, and beat him up: "Let you eat, let you remember to eat! You bastard, you can't do such a small thing well, what use are you, remember No, remember..."

Liu Jin was beaten beyond recognition, and choked up and said, "Your servant will die."

Zhu Houzhao stood up angrily, and couldn't help kicking him: "Useless things will sell you to Java sooner or later."

He cursed and turned around to leave.

Liu Jin patted his buttocks and got up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

However, his wailing just now was just a faux pas, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was out of anger, and this matter can only pass if he is relieved of his hatred.

This beating is nothing.

Liu Jin has long been used to it.

Isn't it just being beaten?

Back then in Poyang Lake, was he beaten like a sandbag by those water thieves every day?

Trivial.

He touched his swollen cheekbones, felt a little pain, then took out the jerky, chewed it in his mouth, and went to pick up his iron pot and burden as if nothing happened.

A group of Tatars were easily let go by Zhu Houzhao.

The Tatars hardly turned their heads to see the bones of Borjijin Batumengke.

He is already dead, and in the desert, a new master may appear, but Borjijin Batumengke has become a thing of the past. Tatars are people who can only look forward, because if they do not move forward Look, this harsh desert environment cannot allow them to survive.

They looked at Zhu Houzhao in awe. Zhu Houzhao was riding a horse, furious, which made them afraid that this terrible god of killing would change his mind.

Zhu Houzhao didn't care.

The more people there are on the grassland, the less food there is, and in this situation where there is no leader, it is almost conceivable what will happen.

After Borjijin Batumengke, there will be no Borjijin Batumeng in this desert!

He pulled his horse: "Look again, is there any Tatar tribe nearby!"

"Obey!"

Everyone responded with a bang.

………………

Fang Jifan followed the British teacher Zhang Mao's class teacher, feeling lazy, which is very good.

This is not because Fang Jifan is lazy, but because Fang Jifan is for the country and the people, knowing that he lacks the ability to communicate with others, he voluntarily abdicates to let the virtuous.

I have enough children and grandchildren. In this desert, I still have a grandson to worry about. I don't know if the grandson is dead or not.

I hope he is still alive, and still has the strength to cook a pot of hot pot. Only in this way, little Zhu Xiucai, if he wants to come, he will be safe and sound.

Thinking of little Zhu Xiucai, Fang Jifan felt a little bit of pain in his heart, poor child, it's fine to mess around in Beijing, but it's not a place for him to mess around at will outside the pass.

To the capital.

Someone had already entered Beijing to report the news, so Ouyang Zhi was ordered by the emperor to wait here early.

Seeing the mighty army coming, the British Duke Zhang Mao's arm was bandaged like a pig's knuckle and hung on his chest, while Fang Jifan's limbs were intact and he rode his horse vigorously in front of him.

When Ouyang Zhi saw it, his eyes turned red. He first stepped forward and saluted the British Duke Zhang Mao, and then he came to Fang Jifan, knelt down on the ground, knelt under Fang Jifan's horse, and burst into tears: "The student has seen his teacher, and his teacher is in danger. , The students are far away in the capital, and they miss it very much. Today, the teacher returned safely and made great contributions. The teacher taught by example and taught, which made the students admire."

Fang Jifan's heart softened when he saw that he was crying like a mess. Ouyang Zhi is indeed the softest part of his heart. All the disciples are not enough to carry his shoes.

Fang Jifan got off his horse, came to Ouyang Zhi, and helped him up: "You are the most important person in the history of being a teacher. I am so happy to see you here today to welcome me as a teacher. I will tell you a little secret. Don't tell others indiscriminately. It is Liu Wenshan who came to welcome teachers and students, not you."

far away……

There was a man named Liu Wenshan who stood there in a daze, a little dazed.

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