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Chapter 633: Assassin the King and Killing the King

"Send a message, Prince of Kazakhstan, General Losa wants to see you!"

The notification was passed on by the Jinyiwei one round after another.

The Ming army camp was in chaos. Even though they had just won a great victory that reversed the situation, they had no time to celebrate for long.

Many Ming soldiers spontaneously left the camp and went to the battlefield, where they looted the corpses for spoils, especially water and food. Some of them, after finding the spoils, stuffed the dried meat and kumis into their mouths without caring whether the timing was right.

After all, there were too many people and too little porridge, and some of those who were not smart enough had their food snatched away by their comrades who arrived late.

Although the Tatars were defeated, they were mostly cavalry, and their mobility was unmatched by the Ming army. They were also a group of nomads who treasured even an iron pot. Before they withdrew, the battlefield had already been roughly swept.

Some generals were powerless and had no intention of maintaining military discipline. The soldiers were scattered all over the mountains and plains in disarray. Some of them could not get any food, so they simply drew their knives, cut up the dead horses, and roasted them over a fire in the open air.

Except for a few elite troops from the Beijing Camp, they still maintained military discipline, stayed at their posts and did not act rashly.

When an army is cut off from water and food, the first to be cut off are always the lower-class civilians and soldiers of marginal status. This can preserve some of the elite combat effectiveness, but it will also inevitably cause some people to endure hunger and thirst for a longer period of time.

These elite troops who are still sticking to their posts are the ones who are given priority in receiving water and food supplies.

Although they were also hungry, they were much better off than the defeated soldiers who were almost starving to death.

Duke Yingguo Zhang Fu had no intention of gathering the defeated soldiers, because it was impossible to gather them together, and there was no need to do so. Also, since Yesen had died in the battle, it was almost impossible for the Tatars to make a comeback. If he wanted to gather the defeated soldiers, he had no food or water, so he could only let them forage for food everywhere.

"Your Majesty wants to summon that Lothar to an audience?"

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Fu, who had just sat down to relax for a while, forced himself to cheer up and said, "Help me go and welcome the great hero of this battle."

Although General Luo was of Hu ethnicity, this identity would not likely become a shackle for him. On the contrary, because he had no roots and had lost most of his team, he became an extremely easy target to control and win over.

Unlike An Lushan, he was not only a Hu people, but also had a group of Hu soldiers and generals who supported him.

Personally, he was old, his eldest son was unable to inherit the title due to illness, and his illegitimate son had an illegitimate title and position, so he lacked a capable assistant to help him secure his position as Duke of England.

Yu Gong, if it weren't for this Hu general who risked his life to rescue the emperor, most of the remaining 100,000 Ming troops would have been buried here, and half of the civil and military officials and nobles would have been lost. If the emperor's northern expedition happened again, the entire Ming Dynasty would have fallen into turmoil.

"My Lord, this General Lothar can control the demon dragon and control the magic fire. He should not be underestimated. If he suddenly attacks us."

The two guards were a little hesitant.

To a certain extent, they can be considered extraordinary beings, with profound inner strength and superb martial arts. However, it is precisely because they have some understanding of the extraordinary world that they know how terrifying the many mysterious spells that appeared in the battle just now are.

There were quite a few martial arts masters like them in the Qiexue Army under Grand Tutor Yesen, but weren't they still defeated by the evil dragon's magic fire and had no power to fight back?
They were really nervous about meeting such a dangerous character.

Zhang Fu smiled and shook his head: "You two are worrying too much."

He had never thought that Losa might attack Zhu Qizhen. What was he after? He brought all the elite troops from the west, thousands of miles away, and almost lost them all in the battle to save the emperor. Wasn't it for the sake of wealth and glory?
Now, he had killed Yesen and repelled the Tatar army, making tremendous achievements. Wealth and glory were within his reach. But suddenly he attacked the emperor and all the civil and military officials in the court. What was he trying to achieve?
Isn't this just because you have nothing better to do?

"If a loyal and brave man like General Lothar still has second thoughts, he should surrender to Yesen. We are a defeated army now, and we can't withstand the flames spewed by that strange beast."

The two guards also came to their senses and stopped trying to dissuade him.

In fact, they knew that such a thing could not happen, but they instinctively had a fear of people like Losa, just like an elephant that looked harmless. Even though they knew it had been tamed and would not easily hurt people, they dared not get close to it.

"Here he comes! General Lothar is here!"

Suddenly, a report came from the front.

I saw a heroic man riding on a tall and huge horse, leading dozens of cavalrymen with tattered armor, but all of them were murderous and imposing, slowly entering the camp.

The Ming army came forward to watch.

Zhang Fu smiled and twirled his beard, "I haven't taken a close look at this Hu general before. Although his eyes, hair color, and appearance are all different from those of the Chinese, he is still dignified and majestic. He can barely be considered a handsome man."

Although my daughters have already married, I still have granddaughters!

This Lothar is on the verge of a meteoric rise, so he is a good match for him.

The guard frowned, thinking that Lothar was like an ancient ferocious beast, emitting a murderous aura that made a martial arts master like him feel palpitations.

"Sir, General Luo has made great contributions, but he seems to be in a bad mood and looks murderous."

Zhang Fu frowned, then suddenly realized: "Hakko is not like our Ming Dynasty. It is said to be just a small country in the west. No one would be happy to see so many elite soldiers lost at once. If this person really sacrificed so many lives and still smiled, I would think that he is cold-hearted by nature and is no different from a beast."

Even for a powerful and wealthy Ming Dynasty, if it lost thousands of armored cavalry at once, it would be a serious blow.

In the Battle of Yaoerling, it is said that 50,000 Ming cavalry were lost, but in fact it was just a cavalry unit, which included many infantry, light cavalry, and mounted infantry. Heavy cavalry only accounted for a small part.

In the past, the world-famous Black Armor Army of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, had only more than 3,000 people, but it defeated Dou Jiande's army of 100,000. The more than 1,000 elite cavalry under Losa who could head-on attack the Tatars, whose army was dozens of times larger than his, were definitely an important force that could influence the direction of a war when the battlefield was in a stalemate.

Lothar, with a stern face, led his army on the temporarily vacated "imperial road".

At the end of the Imperial Road, the orthodox emperor Zhu Qizhen, wearing a phoenix-wing helmet and fish-scale leaf armor, is guarded by a group of mighty and imposing Han generals (a role similar to the guard of honor in the Jinyiwei).

However, although these Han generals were strong and wore shining armor, they were nothing but fireflies compared to the remaining cavalry of less than a hundred people.

Even Zhu Qizhen, who knows nothing about military affairs, could clearly sense the difference. He immediately said with a smile, "What a group of brave warriors! Although General Luo is a Hu from the west, his loyalty and bravery surpass those of all the civil and military officials in the court!"

Although the civil and military officials who came to greet him were dissatisfied in their hearts, they still forced themselves to smile.

Losa rode on the back of Eclipse, looking at Zhu Qizhen calmly, and had no interest in responding.

How could this guy laugh when so many of his men died? Couldn't he see the hungry fleeing troops all over the mountains and plains, searching for food and water? Couldn't he see the corpses frozen and starved to death?
If it weren't for Lothar, hundreds of thousands of brave men would have died in the Battle of Tumu Fort alone.

The number of people captured and killed was probably in the millions.

Wang Zhen sang in the eunuch's distinctive shrill voice: "Prince of the Fanbang Ha Kingdom, General Losa, your Majesty has given you a reward, why don't you quickly dismount and kneel to thank him for his grace?"

Lothar did not move.

Among the civil officials, military generals and soldiers of the Beijing camp, there were some astonishment in their expressions.

The corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a disdainful smile.

Who do you think you are, Zhu Qizhen? Are you worthy of my visit?

Zhu Qizhen was a little annoyed, and he emphasized his tone: "General Losa has fought hard on the battlefield and was out of control for a while. I don't blame you. Why don't you come forward and pay your respects? I have a generous reward and will not let you lose so many elite soldiers in vain."

The smile on Losa's face became more obvious.

Amid the astonishment of the people, he slowly raised one arm, golden light gathered in his hand, a faint sound of a dragon's roar was heard, and a spear surrounded by coiled dragons, as if cast in gold, appeared in his hand - it was not the holy spear, but the "Duke's new spear" blessed by Yesen's Yuanting dragon energy.

A group of Jinyiwei exclaimed in surprise.

"careful!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Zhang Fu was puzzled and asked, "General Luo, what do you mean?"

At this time, there were still many civil officials and military generals who thought that General Luo came from the West and did not understand the customs of the Ming Dynasty, which was why he did such an impolite and presumptuous act.

Even when Losa threw the Duke's new gun in his hand and pierced Zhu Qizhen's chest, many people's faces were still filled with disbelief - how could this be possible? This is impossible! How could this happen?
He was the greatest hero in the Battle of Tumu, who killed Grand Tutor Yesen and defeated the Tatar army. But he actually killed the emperor?
In a trance, people seemed to see a fiery red dragon with a ferocious face covered with pus and sores. It was struggling to death under the Duke's new gun, roaring with unwillingness, but was unable to break free.

"This shot is for all the people who died because of you."

Losa said slowly: "Your death today will make a greater contribution to the Ming Dynasty than your life. In this battle, hundreds of thousands of souls died, and someone should be held responsible. My lords, return to your capital and establish a new emperor."

As his words fell.

He and the remaining soldiers disappeared without a trace in full view of everyone, leaving behind only faces that were either panic-stricken or astonished and confused, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Your Majesty! My Majesty!"

Wang Zhen let out a shrill howl and threw himself beside Zhu Qizhen.

He cried more painfully and more sincerely than anyone else.

Because once Zhu Qizhen died, he was destined to die.

"How dare he..."

"How could he..."

"I am the Son of Heaven, I can give him all the glory and wealth..."

The light in front of Zhu Qizhen's eyes gradually faded.

He simply couldn't figure it out and didn't understand it at all.

(End of this chapter)