People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 615 Shocking
A freezing rain fell on the autumn grassland.

The soldiers under Lothar wore felt robes and quickly set up tents to avoid the cold. Although they were all strong elite soldiers, except for knights from the North like Stark, none of them had ever experienced such severe cold, and many of them were shivering with cold.

Hans rode his warhorse and returned with Eclipse, who had gone out for a walk. He was holding a black monster that looked like a bear and ape. "Sir, this monster has been spying around the camp for a long time. Fortunately, Eclipse discovered it in time."

Losa looked at the monster carefully, but couldn't recognize it. He called the flag officer Yebushou, but he just shook his head and said, "There are monsters everywhere on the grassland. I can't recognize what this beast is."

The most miserable soldiers in the army are the guards and the night patrols. Their enemies are not only the Tatars, but also these cunning and bloodthirsty beasts.

Losa had no choice but to let Hans abandon the beast. He sighed in his heart: "This nomadic life is not easy. The grassland is full of monsters. It's so cold just after autumn. No wonder the Tatars are so fearless. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes."

According to Ye Bushou Xiaoqi, ordinary herdsmen probably can't even afford an iron pot.

Because an iron pot from the Ming Dynasty required two pieces of silk. The Tatars were able to afford these expensive necessities by selling a large number of war horses to the Ming Dynasty every year. The fact that Yesen was able to form an elite "Qieshu" with complete armor was also closely related to this bilateral trade.

But there had been peace in the north for a long time, and since there was no war with the Tatars, there was no need for the Ming Dynasty to buy so many war horses. Raising horses was a very expensive item, and the war horses bought at a high price could not be used to pull carts, right?

Therefore, Wang Zhen cut the price of war horses by 80% in one go, and the originally balanced trade between the two sides was broken. If Yesen did not plan that his troops would only be able to afford bone arrowheads and eat raw meat and drink blood in the future, he had to launch an attack on the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, the Oirat people's attack on the Ming Dynasty was actually an economic issue.

The freezing rain stopped and the entire army set out.

Lothar was sitting upright on his horse. Seeing a soldier shivering from the cold, he simply took off his cloak and put it on the man.

"Sir, this."

"It's been hard marching, so wear it."

Lothar patted the other's shoulder. His armor was frozen by the cold wind on the grassland, but the low temperature could not do anything to him. The same thing happened to Baron Charlie, the first dragon-blooded follower under Lothar.

It was a cold day, but he felt hot even with his shirt off. He was unable to control the dragon blood in his body, and the anger made him feel like a cooked lobster, with his skin turning red.

By the time we got back to the Great Wall, the wind was finally not as cold as on the grassland.

March until evening.

Lothar summoned Ye Bushu for questioning and learned that they would reach the target post station in another half hour's march, so they sped up.

However, when they arrived, they found that the post station had already been burned down into ruins, leaving only a few blackened pillars still standing on the ruins.

But at this time, it was no longer realistic to continue moving forward. Under Lothar's orders, the troops began to set up camps and deploy checkpoints in the dark, not only to guard against the Tatars, but also to guard against monsters.

Nothing happened all night.

We set off again the next day.

When they were almost at Xuanfu City, the road was already full of traces of the rebellious army's rampage.

The fields of the garrisons were trampled and looted, and the roadsides were littered with Ming soldiers and civilians who had been stripped of their clothes and all their belongings taken away. They were piled naked together or lying in dry ditches and between ridges.

The dead piled up like mountains.

The wreckage of the carriage and horses was pushed to the side of the road in an unruly manner.

As the team approached, mosquitoes and flies were startled like a ball of black fog.

Seeing this tragic scene, Losa was a little annoyed. Ye Bu Shou's flag was also downcast, and he whispered, "This is Huai'an Guard. The army of the Beijing camp passed by this place when they came and when they returned."

Losa said in a cold voice: "A few dozen miles further east, that should be where our wise and mighty emperor's imperial carriage is, right?"

Ye Bushou shuddered all over, and felt that Lothar at this moment looked even more majestic than the Emperor he had seen from afar at the beginning. He quickly lowered his head and replied, "Your Excellency is right."

Losa suddenly laughed and galloped on his horse on the road covered with corpses. That night, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart. What kind of perverted and terrifying person could laugh out loud in the face of such a tragic scene?

Baron Charles rode up to catch up with some doubts and asked, "Does your Excellency think this is funny?"

“I think I’m funny.”

He shook his head, without further explanation, and galloped away with his horse's belly lightly. Baron Charles' horse was far inferior to Eclipse and was soon left behind.

Losa's original plan was to choose only one of the two tasks.

Now after seeing this scene, he chose to complete both tasks.

The first task was to prevent Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Qizhen, from falling into the hands of the Oirat people.

The second task is to kill the leader of the Oirat army, Choros Yesen.

As long as he killed Zhu Qizhen himself, wouldn't he be able to avoid him falling into Yesen's hands? Yesen had the dragon vein of luck, and Zhu Qizhen, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, would be even stronger with the dragon vein!

As for how much of an impact it would have on the Ming Dynasty in this world if the dragon of fortune was taken away by him - he felt that it would not be as great as the impact caused by someone like Zhu Qizhen continuing to live.

Keep marching.

The corpses gradually decreased.

The flags of the Ming Dynasty were erected on many cities. The Tatars were good at field battles, but they also inherited the nomadic people's weakness of being poor at attacking cities. As long as the Ming army held the city and gathered all the surrounding people into the city, the Tatars would be unable to do anything to them for a while.

By the evening, they had already passed Xuanfu City and headed south.

Losa began to see corpses again, but they were still covered in a single layer of clothing, and there were no visible wounds on their bodies. It seemed that they had died of hunger and freezing on the roadside.

"How long has the Ming Dynasty been established? And it looks like the end of the dynasty?"

Losa couldn't help but feel emotional. He originally had a very good impression of the Ming Dynasty. After all, it was the dynasty that "the mountains and rivers of China exist, and the sun and the moon open the sky of the Song Dynasty again." It expelled the Tartars and restored China. Its legitimacy was much stronger than the Zhao Song Dynasty, which bullied orphans and widows to come to power.

But at first glance, it still feels shocking.

At this time, how many years had passed since the founding of the Ming Dynasty? Less than a hundred years, right?
"Your Ming emperor is really a strange man. If you want to eat the enemy, you can't do it to the nomadic people..."

When Hans heard about Zhu Qizhen's great achievements in leading his army to march out after only less than ten days of preparation, he was puzzled and ran to the flag officer of Yebushou to ask him questions.

He was a Prussian, a Germanic immigrant from the Baltic Sea coast.

Logically he shouldn't know Chinese, but as a one-star attendant, he naturally knows how to speak it.

Ye Bu Shou Xiao Qi smiled bitterly and said, "It's all because of that eunuch Wang Zhen's monopoly of power that has ruined the country! The officials in the court have repeatedly advised and remonstrated, but they were all rejected by that eunuch."

"Come on, isn't Wang Zhen just a eunuch? Is he from a prominent family or a royal descendant?"

Hans did not jump to conclusions.

The eunuch of the Eastern Empire can even serve as the Patriarch. Maybe he is really a big shot who can influence the situation in the empire?

"Ah this..."

The flag officer was speechless for a moment.

Wang Zhen is just a worthless nobleman. He is neither a noble nor a civil servant who has been selected through the imperial examination. He wants to seize power only by relying on the favor of Your Majesty.

"Wang Zhen's background... is probably just average. Your Majesty is just being deceived by him."

"Is your emperor so easy to deceive?"

It turns out he was just a eunuch.

Isn’t that just the emperor’s messenger?

Hans rolled his eyes, unable to understand why the Ming emperor was so incompetent and yet his subordinates were making excuses for him.

If it were a grand master or a duke, if the king dared to do this, the lords under him would have rebelled long ago.

Xiaoqi could only shut up in anger, thinking that these foreigners were indeed all people without a king or father. Fortunately, their prince with the surname "Ha" was still loyal to the king. Your Majesty is the true emperor, how could he be wrong?
(End of this chapter)