Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

When the generals heard this, they became even more happy.

What kind of fun is this for your own emperor!

Not only did he accept Li Zicheng as his adopted grandson, but he also accepted Zhang Xianzhong's adopted son...

but--

This matter, no matter how you think about it, I find it funny.

However, the clans of the two emperors of Dashun and Daxi rushed to surrender to His Majesty.

The key is that the family names of these two people are both Li!

The most wonderful thing in the world is nothing more than this...

"minister……"

Li Dingguo was inexplicably moved when he saw the emperor saying this.

My eyes can't help but turn red...

Your Majesty, you are paving the way for yourself!

Today, the Ming Dynasty has shown its power to dominate the world, but His Majesty the Emperor is willing to do so much for himself...

This is my honor, Li Dingguo!

He gritted his teeth, suppressed the gratitude to Zhang Xianzhong in his mind, and immediately clasped his fists and bent over:

"My little minister, Li Dingguo, will definitely protect His Majesty."

The fists he held were shaking slightly...

……

Half past noon.

Two armies wearing red mandarin duck war coats, one from the south and one from the north, covered the entire Sow Terrace mountain peak.

In fact, not only the armor of the Qing army was taken from the Ming army, but also the soldiers of Dashun and Daxi also wore Ming army armor.

However, the Qing army painted their armor in different colors, while Dashun and Daxi only changed their flags.

At this time, two different armies went up the mountain. If you look at them roughly, you can't even find the difference in the armor of the two soldiers.

If we really want to tell the difference...

That is this army from the north. Everyone is full of energy and has a rosy face. It can be seen at a glance that they have no worries about food and drink.

And this one from the south...

Even though Zhang Xianzhong was careful in his selection, the climbers were all elite servants drawn from the subordinates of various generals.

Although he was not short of food, he was still surrounded for half a year.

Even though generals at all levels have allocated most of their resources to their own soldiers.

The faces of the soldiers also had obvious expressions.

Even the mandarin duck jackets worn by the soldiers were in tatters, and they could hardly look like elites...

Obviously, even these soldiers are the last soldiers Zhang Xianzhong can use...

But it’s already like a beggar...

The lush Sow Terrace faces the peaks of Longtou Mountain.

A narrow, steep cave in the middle separates the two mountainous areas.

Zhang Xianzhong's camp is behind this mountain stream.

In midsummer, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

In the dense jungle, the sky is filled with flags and the peaks are covered.

The soldiers on both sides left the flat top of Sow Terrace empty.

Wait till the end is near.

One south and one north, the soldiers from both sides separated into two passages.

Two small waves of people and horses slowly climbed to the top of the mountain.

The leader of the northern group is in his 30s, with a clear face that shows no anger and self-importance.

He was wearing a blue dragon robe, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, with a bulging bag around his waist.

It was Zhu Youjian.

Because of mountain climbing, although I did not wear the twelve crowns, I did wear the black gauze and gold dragon-winged crown.

The two dragon body outlines are woven with gold wire, and the body is inlaid with polished thin blue crystals, which is very eye-catching.

This hat looks majestic and prudent, inlaid with gold and jade.

However, the total weight is less than eight taels.

(Note: The total weight of the inlaid ornaments on the Yishan crown unearthed from the Dingling Tomb of the Ming Dynasty is only 307.5 grams, which is equivalent to a little more than six taels today.

About the same as drinking half of the mineral water.

This is evident from the ingenuity of the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty.

So, don’t praise Nuclear Boat. Isn’t it just that you have a good background? Someone is bragging about it...

Look at the plain gauze clothes and the Wanli tomb, which one is not a masterpiece of craftsmanship, but I don’t see anyone writing about these skilled craftsmen...)

That is to say, it is inconvenient to wear 12 hats when climbing mountains.

Otherwise, Zhu Youjian would definitely show off in front of Zhang Xianzhong.

Zhu Youjian straightened up and stood slightly north of the sow platform, and immediately stood still.

In front were ten military eunuchs and eunuchs led by Wang Lian to clear the way. The three generals Jiang Xiang, Wang Fuchen, and Li Dingguo were one step behind.

The eunuchs, who had strong feet and didn't look like they were climbing a mountain, were also carrying a small table and two chairs.

Almost coincidentally, at the moment Zhu Youjian arrived at the top of the mountain, a group of people also came up from the south.

The leader of this group of people from the south was a bearded middle-aged man in his forties.

A beard more than a foot long was blowing in the wind, and a majestic face was tanned.

There was a slight hint of orange in this dark face.

The face is very strange.

But it was Zhang Xianzhong.

Behind him were three young men in their 20s, none other than Sun Kewang, Liu Wenxiu, and Ai Nengqi.

Behind these three people were ten muscular men.

Most of their faces bear hideous scars, and their bodies are full of murderous aura.

Just by looking at him, you can tell that he is a good soldier in the military.

These ten soldiers stood in a row with angry eyes, forming a sharp contrast with the ten eunuchs with fair faces who did not wear fake beards and were beside Zhu Youjian.

Zhang Xianzhong's soldiers were murderous, but they did not affect the eunuchs at all.

The invisible murderous aura dissipated in an instant as if it had encountered a ten thousand-year-old rock on the cliff.

The eunuchs were not affected at all and arranged the tables and chairs on their own. They spontaneously stood behind Zhu Youjian without Wang Lian's instructions.

Micang Mountain is the boundary mountain between Shaanxi, Sichuan and Hubei provinces. Half of the main peak belongs to Hanzhong, Shaanxi, and half belongs to Nanjiang, Sichuan.

Although the main peak is only over 2000 meters above sea level, the second step is also a famous mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the wheat fields have just begun to turn yellow, and the rapeseed has been harvested, leaving only stubble in the ground.

The mountainside is lush and lush with vegetation, and the thick branches and leaves block out the sky and the sun.

There are no big trees on the top of the mountain, only some moss and lichen, and it is very empty.

On the flat top of the mountain, there are several huge rocks growing randomly. At a glance, there is a stone that looks like a lying pig, and even pig's milk can be vaguely distinguished.

Sow Terrace is named after this.

The two parties looked at each other, especially Zhang Xianzhong and Zhu Youjian in the middle. Their eyes looked at each other, as if there were sparks and lightning flashing.

"哂!"

Zhu Youjian chuckled, sat down with a golden sword, glanced up at Zhang Xianzhong, and pointed to the stool opposite:

"sit."

A simple word, but Zhang Xianzhong instantly broke through.

He groaned and sat down opposite Zhu Youjian.

"The emperor is so well-dressed, but have you ever thought about how many people still have no food to eat or no clothes to wear?"

Seeing that his skills were good, Zhang Xianzhong did not scare Zhu Youjian, so he took off the big-brimmed cloth hat on his head, threw it on the table in front of him, and spoke.

Zhang Xianzhong is also a strange person. After he became emperor, he was tired of cumbersome etiquette and always loved to wear a big-brimmed cloth hat.

After getting used to it, Zhang Xianzhong still took the hat when he went up the mountain.

But I didn't expect that just by meeting him, I felt ashamed.