The most reckless man in the Ming Dynasty

The capital of the Ming Dynasty, the Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Houzhao was listening to the report of the factory guards.

"That is to say, Xu Mengchun and others have been isolated by the ministers?"

"Reporting to your majesty, that's right!" Mou Bin said in a deep voice: "And according to our investigation, there is also the shadow of Hui merchants behind the theft of the granary. The young master of Hui merchants, Hu Wenchang, has been closely monitored by the Jinyiwei!"

"Heh, a jumping clown!" Zhu Houzhao sneered and stopped paying attention to this matter.

The reason why he wanted to use the last trump card in the mouth of the wild and directly stop the Ming Dynasty was to use the power of the court to put pressure on the gentry in Jiangnan, and to show his attitude and determination as the Emperor Zhengde.

I will never bow to the gentry!

Either you return the grain, or you can't live like this!

Anyway, when the Ming Dynasty is over, you will also be finished with it!

"How is the grain tracking going?"

"Lord Yang and His Royal Highness Prince Xing have sent news that they have found clues to the grain transfer and will find the stolen grain within ten days, provided that these people will not take any further action!"

In other words, if the gentry in Jiangnan still refuse to bow their heads and continue to secretly transfer grain, it will not be easy for Yang Tinghe and Zhu Youlu to track down the stolen grain!

After hearing this, Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly darkened.

To be honest, he didn't dare to gamble, betting on the bottom line of these gentry in Jiangnan.

After all, the disaster in the three provinces of northern Xinjiang is extremely serious now, and a large number of disaster victims and refugees are starving to death every day. No more delays!

"Has Qiu Yue arrived in Jiangnan?"

"Send a message to him, at all costs, even if the whole Jiangnan is bloodbathed, a batch of grain must be sent to the disaster area first!"

Mou Bin's face became solemn, and he immediately took the order and left.

Zhu Houzhao pinched his eyebrows in distress, and then punched the table heavily.

"Damn you Jiangnan gentry!"

"When the barbarians come back, I will slaughter you with blood!"

Without the main army, Zhu Houzhao was indeed a little cautious. After all, the power of the Jiangnan gentry was too huge. Zhu Houzhao was worried that any rash actions would cause the situation to collapse.

The main reason was that Tang Hao was not around, and he felt insecure.

"Zhang Yong, has Lord Tang sent any military information?"

"Your Majesty, not yet!"

Zhu Houzhao frowned when he heard this. It had been ten days since the last time the barbarians sent military information.

In the last military information, the barbarians claimed that he wanted to achieve success in one battle, not only to recover the Hetao area, but also to directly defeat the Mongolian living forces and ensure twenty years of peace on the Ming border.

But that was a Mongolian prince after all!

The Mongolian prince who beat the Hongzhi Dynasty!

The iron cavalry of his tribe had at least 100,000 people!

The barbarians were undoubtedly taking risks by doing this, and it was a life-and-death risk!

Did they lose?

But even if the defeat was terrible, there would be no news at all.

The only possibility is that the war is still going on!

The barbarians only have 30,000 troops, while Zuo Guang, the little Mongolian prince, has at least 100,000 troops, not to mention the right wing. It seems that the barbarians have little chance of winning!

But for some reason, Zhu Houzhao is full of confidence in this battle. Even if he knows it is impossible, he is still full of expectations.

After all, the Ming Dynasty needs such a victory too much.

The last great victory was called a great victory, but Zhu Houzhao also knew that it was full of water.

An Guo and other guys acted as warmongers and exchanged the heads of the Tartars with firearms, so it can't be considered a great victory.

Since the Battle of Tumu, the Ming Dynasty has fought against the Tartars, let alone tens of thousands of people, killing a hundred Tartars is a stunning military achievement.

In the past, Wang Yue's victory in Helan Mountain, the real result was only 42 beheadings, but the gentry had already advocated a peaceful and prosperous era!

This is really sad and ridiculous.

Zhu Houzhao stood up and looked at the Hetao feng shui map, his eyes seemed to want to see through the blockade of time and space, and watch this battle that determined the fate of the Ming Dynasty in person.

"Victory!"

"Eight hundred miles of rush!"

"Zhongshan Hou won a great victory!"

The night was silent until several riders came galloping to report the victory!

The noise started from the gate of the capital, and immediately began to spread in the capital!

The deafening cheers resounded through the night, and the people who were originally sleeping were also awakened!

"What happened, why is it so noisy outside!"

The voice reached the Qianqing Palace, and immediately made Zhu Houzhao's heart tighten!

Zhang Yong went out to check tactfully, and then rushed in with tears in his eyes.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, great victory! Great victory!"

Not long after, the voice that was so loud that it broke was clearly transmitted to the Qianqing Palace!

"Zhongshan Hou decided the outcome in one battle!"

"Captured the Mongolian prince alive, and killed more than 50,000 Tartars in battle!"

"From today on, Mongolia will pay tribute to our Ming Dynasty and become a vassal tribe of our Ming Dynasty!"

Instantly, the whole hall was in an uproar!

Even the palace maids and guards were so happy that they couldn't help but cry with their mouths covered.

Zhu Houzhao, who was sitting on the dragon throne, also stood up suddenly, walked down quickly, and walked directly out of the hall.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, great victory! Great victory!"

Zhang Yong shouted, and finally knelt on the ground because of his fast speed. If it was normal, he would definitely be punished for being indecent in front of the hall, but now, Zhu Houzhao would not have the heart to think about these.

Captured the Mongolian prince alive!

Conquered Mongolia in one battle!

This is my savage!

This is the Marquis of Zhongshan in the Ming Dynasty!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhu Houzhao was also so excited that his face flushed. He didn't even know where to put his hands. He walked back and forth for a few steps, and then seemed to remember something. He immediately said: "Where is the messenger who reported the victory? Hurry up, let him come to the palace and talk to me. Go!"

"Your Majesty, the messenger has been arranged outside the palace!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and pass it on!"

Tap tap tap... Soon, accompanied by a burst of powerful footsteps, several bloody figures appeared in Zhu Houzhao's field of vision.

"I am the lieutenant general of the Xianzhen Camp Cavalry, Wang Erhu, and I kowtow to your majesty!"

"Erhu, it's you. I saw you training back then!"

Seeing Erhu prostrating, Zhu Houzhao didn't care about the majesty of the emperor. He laughed and walked forward and personally helped Wang Erhu up.

However, he had a lot of questions to ask, but after seeing the blood and scars on Erhu and the soldiers behind him, he couldn't help but hold them back.

Just looking at the dazzling sword marks on the armor, you can fully see how fierce the war was!

"Is Lord Tang okay?"

"Lord, you are okay!"

Zhu Houzhao breathed a sigh of relief, but asked again: "How are the casualties of the soldiers?"

Wang Erhu looked gloomy and sad.

"Thirty thousand comrades, 16,427 died in battle, all with injuries, without exception!"

Thirty thousand comrades, half died in battle, all with injuries, without exception!

The joy in Zhu Houzhao's heart was also instantly dispersed by half!

What a desperate war this was!

It was these soldiers who were not afraid of life and death that brought such a hearty victory to the Ming Dynasty!