Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 643 Recruiting Mahamu to Surrender

Not only did the tunnel siege fail, but it also resulted in more troops and higher morale on the city. Yesu Die'er became furious and launched a large army to attack the city for several days.However, they were all repelled by the defenders who had become mournful soldiers.Seeing that the weather was getting colder and the morale of the Oala army was gradually declining, Haohai Dayu thought over and over again and decided to persuade Yesudier to retreat.

Unexpectedly, Yesudier whipped him out of the golden tent with a riding crop.Attacking the city failed, and there was no way to take revenge on King Yan. Yesudie'er, who suddenly rose to a high position at a young age, was already showing signs of losing his mind, and was actually preparing to besiege Hami City.

"Sweating profusely..." With bloody whip marks on his face, Haohai Dayu still risked his life to admonish: "The warriors have no supplies, how can they attack the city in this ice and snow? Why not retreat temporarily and wait until next spring... "

"If there are no supplies, let Ben Khan grab them!" Yesudie'er looked a little crazy. "How many cattle and sheep can the city of Hami hold? Even if the gold and silver in the Wunasli treasure house are as high as the Altai Mountains, they will have to die if they cannot exchange them for food!"

"I firmly believe that the city of Hami will be the first to fail. I will never retreat! How many cattle and sheep are there on the grassland? If we retreat, the warriors will freeze to death in vain!"

Haohai Dayu fell silent.The last sentence of the Great Khan was right. In fact, there were not many cattle and sheep left in the grassland territory under Oara.The secret of the old Mongolian system to always maintain morale is to let the warriors drink from large bowls, eat meat, and spend as much as they want.Then he mounted his horse, brandished his sword and gun, and went to plunder wealth everywhere.If such a system can continue to plunder wealth, it will become stronger and stronger like a snowball.But if it is defeated from the beginning, many internal weaknesses will be exposed.

Hami is the first soft persimmon chosen by Oara on the road to its rise. If it cannot conquer even such a soft persimmon, the great cause of reviving Mongolia may be doomed before it even begins.

Haohai Dayu was repulsed, and Yesudier summoned other leaders to discuss ways to attack the city.Seeing the chiefs filing in, but being blocked by the Qixue guards, Haohai Dayu felt a bone-chilling chill.With great difficulty, he climbed to a position almost beneath one person in this golden tent.However, as the heroic son and the hundreds of warriors died in the tunnel tactics, the Choros family also fell to the bottom of the Walatou people.

"Headman, the weather is getting colder and colder. I'm afraid it's no longer possible to capture Hami." A warrior from the Choros tribe said softly to Haohai Dayu. "Vara might be doomed. Cholos should plan for himself."

"In the past few days, there have been rumors in the army that as long as you surrender to Wei Gong of the Ming Dynasty, you will get a piece of pasture, and you can also start trade with the Ming Dynasty, and exchange wool for rich food and tea..."

"You mean, let the brave Choros no longer ride horses and shoot arrows, but become herders herding sheep for Mingren?" Haohai Dayu frowned, and his whipped cheeks looked particularly ferocious.

"...At least that way, we can still survive." Although the soldier was startled, he still finished what he wanted to say tremblingly. "Choros has lost its most heroic warrior. Even if he returns to the grassland, he will only be enslaved and annexed by the Walas from other tribes..."

Haohai Dayu was silent for a long time before he softened his expression: "Surrendering to Mingren means leaving behind the glory of our Mongolians. Moreover, Mahamu died in Mingren's hands..."

"The news of the little-headed man's death has not spread. If the little-headed man is really dead, the Ming army will definitely use his head to demonstrate. Maybe the little-headed man has surrendered to King Yan of the Ming Dynasty?" The soldier said .

Haohai Dayu thought, and his mind suddenly became alive. As far as he knew, his son did not have much respect for the Great Khan. Maybe he actually surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, who knows?
……

Hami city, dungeon.

"The Wala people have been attacking for days, and there have been several gaps in the city wall. Fortunately, it has started to snow in the past few days. I think in a few days, the water will turn into ice."

"When the time comes, boil the snow water directly and pour the snow water on the city wall..."

"Amitabha, your highness's wonderful plan, this is Cao Cao's method of building an ice city to protect Ma Chao. The poor monk thinks that the north wind will blow tonight, and tomorrow, he will build an ice city... Oh, your highness, please, that Mahamu It’s inside.”

The rusted door of the dungeon was opened, and the cold air swept through some wind and snow and poured into the turbid dungeon.Mahamu, who was in the innermost room, felt his mind clearing up. He saw a tall young man walking in, accompanied by a monk in black and a general with a sword. "Choros Mahamu?" The young man looked Mahamu up and down, and smiled at the black monk beside him: "I thought you had three heads and six arms, but when I saw you today, hehe, Nothing more than that.”

"Your Highness, have you heard of this beast?" Yao Guangxiao was a little surprised.Although Mahamu is a Wala nobleman, the gap between him and His Royal Highness, King Yan, who is already famous throughout the world, is still as small as a cloud.

"I heard a little bit." Zhu Di smiled and looked at Mahamu with a joking look.How could he not know this person?The "king of the gate" who ruined his reputation in later generations was defeated at the hands of Mahamu's grandson Choros Yesian.

Looking at it now, although this Mahamu is considered strong and has strong ambitions in his eyes, compared to himself and even the many nobles of the Ming Dynasty, he is only "mere" in four words.

"Mahamu, do you want to die or live?"

"Does His Highness Prince Yan want to surrender me?" Although the expression on Mahamu's face remained unchanged, Zhu Di could see the emotion in his eyes.

"Oh, you want me to surrender? You are not worthy." Zhu Di said. "If you beg me to take you under my wing, I see that you are quite talented, and I might put you to good use."

"Come, give him that thing." Zhu Di said.

Behind him, Wang Xian threw a pair of scissors to Mahamu in the prison.

"...Is this?" Mahamu was a little confused.

"I know that you have a traitor in the back of your head." Zhu Di said coldly. "If you do things for my Ming Dynasty, you will definitely become a problem in the long run."

"However, I am not an unreasonable person. If you can castrate yourself, I can still use it, and I will lead you to conquer a large territory. In the future, you will be crowned a prince and prime minister, your name will go down in history, and you may even become a It is not impossible for a generation of great men from Mongolia to succeed.”

Zhu Di was talking eloquently, but Mahamu was stunned. He looked at Zhu Di in astonishment for a long time, and then an incredible word came out of his mouth: "Go, castrate?"

"Not bad." Zhu Di nodded, with a rather malicious expression on his face. "Castration."

"You..." Mahamu's face suddenly turned red, "You actually humiliated me like this?"

"You decide whether to go or not." Zhu Di was unmoved and had already turned away from Yao Guangxiao.

"In ten days, you will be punished by Ming Zhengdian. Do you want to die incognito, or do you want to live a vigorous life?"

"...Ah! Ah!" Mahamu's desperate roar sounded in the dungeon that had become dark again.

(End of this chapter)