Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 783 Rising star on the grassland

Zhu Houzhao Yanda Khan showed a sneer: "Ever since I was born, you have surrendered to my Ming Dynasty, so as to gain the support of my Ming Dynasty, defeat the Wara tribe in the desert, and dominate the desert... After that, you repeatedly invaded Daming's border towns, wars and peace, can be described as racking their brains..."

"The Oirats made the Tumu Fortress change, but in my eyes, there is no difference between Oirats and Tatars. As long as I can remember, I know that one day, you and I... will hunt here , because...everyone has told me since I was a child that I am the one who inherits the destiny, the future son of heaven, but in my opinion, if it is only inherited by blood, why should I be the son of heaven? The son of heaven should get on the horse Kill the bandit chieftain, go to the sea to capture the dragon, the foreign troubles of the Ming Dynasty, you Boerjijin Batumengke is the most important. In the past ten years, I have studied the tactics of your Tatars countless times, and I have come to ponder you Erjijin Batumenk's habits, even the way of life of you Tatars, your diet, I will continue to try. You are not wronged if you fall into my hands today. I am in front of you today. I have practiced riding and shooting countless times, learned your Tatar language, drank your kumiss, and exchanged countless times of blood and sweat."

  Bor Jijin Batumengke's hairs stood on end.

   In this world, there is really a saying, don't be afraid of thieves stealing, but be afraid of thieves thinking about it.

  Borjijin Batumengke couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: "You Han people said that the winner is the king and the enemy is defeated. Now that I am defeated, I have no complaints or regrets!"

Zhu Houzhao smiled: "I know you will say that, I know you too well. You claim to be the blood of the Golden Family, you call yourself the Emperor of the Great Yuan, but today, I want to tell you that your so-called Great Yuan, You died a hundred years ago, and today, you will die again, and you will never, ever have the hope of resurrection!"

  Borjijin Batumengke's face showed a trace of pain and complexity.

  He took a deep breath, decided to accept the reality, knelt down to Zhu Houzhao, and kowtowed: "I would like to enclose Da Ming, and from now on, I will serve Da Han."

  The Tatars have always been like this. When they reached the end of the road, they asked for attachment. Often, the imperial court would seal his official position in order to restrain him.

  Da Ming's policy towards the desert has always been like this.

   It's not a woman's benevolence.

   But everyone knows that Daming can't control the desert at all. If a group of people are killed, a new leader will rise from the desert. If a tribe is destroyed, a new tribe will emerge, which will become a serious problem in the pass.

   Zhu Houzhao was expressionless: "You are wrong, I don't need you!"

   "What?" Borjijin Batumengke was taken aback.

  Zhu Houzhao said loudly: "You are not qualified to be attached, Daming, and you don't need to restrain Damo. Today is different. I came to Damo to..."

  The long knife was out of its sheath, but at this moment, a sharp edge flashed across the tip of the knife, and then, the sharp edge flashed through the silver light. This sharp blade, like lightning, pierced Borjijin Batumengke's throat viciously.

  Borjijin Batumengke seems to be unable to believe that he will die here today.

  He felt the sharp blade piercing his throat, and smelled the smell of death.

  The severe pain made him convulse all over. He raised his hands subconsciously, grasping the blade tightly, and his palms were dripping with blood.

  Zhu Houzhao's blade twisted in his throat, and all of a sudden, blood sprayed out, and the blood gushed out like a spring.

   Zhu Houzhao said: "You remember me, my name is Zhu Houzhao!"

Immediately, he drew the knife, and the blood arrow sprayed on Zhu Houzhao's trousers. Zhu Houzhao raised the knife, and ignored Borjijin Batumengke who was lying in a pool of blood. He turned his head and saw countless Tatars looking at him in horror. .

  Hoo...

  Finally... got what I wanted!

  Zhu Hou raised his eyebrows, couldn't hide his joy, and said to the left and right: "Cut off his head, sprinkle lime on it, take his hand, and invite the British Duke to sacrifice to heaven and comfort the ancestors and heroic spirits!"

   As he spoke, he put his long knife back into its sheath, and took a few steps. The Tatars were all trembling and trembling.

   They were terrified, and their hearts were desperate.

  The golden bloodline has since been cut off.

   And they are just a group of poor prisoners.

   People are afraid of death, especially when they meet someone stronger than them.

  Zhu Houzhao jumped up, got on his horse, and said sharply: "All the Tatars, their swords, their cattle and horses, will be taken away, their dry food and horse fodder will be searched out, and then... let them go!"

  Just… just let them go.

  The Tatars looked at Zhu Houzhao in disbelief.

  Zhu Houzhao was riding on the horse, and the Tatars looked at the young man in fear.

   What Zhu Houzhao brought them was fear.

  The cavalrymen had already begun to do their work, leading the cattle and horses, and they didn't even bother to search the Tatars, letting them hand in their weapons and dry food by themselves.

   As for what they will do and where they will go in the future, obviously... this is their business.

  Zhu Houzhao turned around and suddenly remembered something.

Get off the horse, and find Liu Jin: "Liu Banban, I killed seven more people today, plus this Borjijin Batumengke, there are eight. Now, how many Tatars have I killed?" child."

  Liu Jin was eating jerky, smiling all over his face. He was about to answer, when suddenly, the smile on his face gradually disappeared...

  Then, Liu Jin's face changed from being stiff to mournful, and the jerky in his mouth also spit out, but he remained silent.

   "Maybe...maybe..."

   Anger began to rise on Zhu Houzhao's face.

"you forgot?"

   "Slaves... slaves..."

   "You just patronize eating!" Zhu Houzhao was furious.

   He still has to go back to the pass to preach these numbers. He can brag about them for a lifetime, especially in front of Fang Jifan...

  But now...this guy...forgot.

  Zhu Houzhao was a little dazed.

   Along the way, countless tribes were plundered, burned and killed all the way. There were too many numbers. His mind was in chaos and he couldn't remember clearly. He thought that Liu Jin remembered anyway. But…

  Zhu Houzhao was furious and rushed forward.

  Liu Jin fled subconsciously, and was chased by Zhu Houzhao for half a mile before being caught up. Liu Jin said with a sad face: "Your Highness, listen to the servant's explanation..."

Zhu Houzhao was furious, pressed Liu Jin on the ground, and beat him up: "Let you eat, let you remember to eat! You bastard, you can't do such a small thing well, what use are you, remember No, remember..."

  Liu Jin was beaten beyond recognition, and choked up and said, "Your servant will die."

  Zhu Houzhao stood up angrily, and couldn't help kicking him: "Useless things will sell you to Java sooner or later."

  He cursed and turned around before leaving.

  Liu Jin patted her buttocks and got up, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen.

  However, his wailing just now was just a faux pas, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was in a fit of anger, and this matter can only pass if he is relieved of his hatred.

   This beating is nothing.

   Liu Jin has long been used to it.

   Isn't it just being beaten?

   Back in Poyang Lake, were those water thieves beaten like sandbags every day?

  Small meaning.

  He touched his swollen cheekbones and felt a little pain, so he took out the jerky, chewed it in his mouth, and went to pick up his iron pot and burden as if nothing happened.

   A group of Tatars were released by Zhu Houzhao so easily.

  The Tatars hardly looked back to see the bones of Borjijin Batumengke.

He is already dead, and in the desert, a new master may appear, but Borjijin Batumengke has become a thing of the past. Tatars are people who can only look forward, because if they do not move forward Look, this harsh desert environment cannot allow them to survive.

  They looked at Zhu Houzhao in awe. Zhu Houzhao was riding a horse, furious, which made them afraid that this terrible **** of killing would change his mind.

   Zhu Houzhao didn't care.

  The more people there are on the grassland, the less food there is, and in this situation where there is no leader, what will happen is almost conceivable.

  After Borjijin Batumengke, there will be no more Borjijin Batumengke in this desert!

  He dialed his horse: "Look again, is there any Tatar tribe nearby!"

   "Obey!"

  Everyone suddenly responded.

  ...

  Fang Jifan followed the teacher of the British public Zhang Mao, feeling lazy, which is very good.

   This is not because Fang Jifan is lazy, but because Fang Jifan is serving the country and the people, knowing that he lacks the ability to communicate with others, he voluntarily abdicates and makes way for the virtuous.

  I already have enough children and grandchildren. In this desert, I still have a grandson to worry about. I don’t know if the grandson is dead or not.

   I hope he is still alive, and still has the strength to cook a pot of hot pot. Only in this way, little Zhu Xiucai, if he wants to come, he will be safe and sound.

  Thinking of little Zhu Xiucai, Fang Jifan felt a slight pain in his heart. Poor child, it's fine to mess around in Beijing, but it's not a place for him to mess around at will.

   Arrived in the capital.

  Someone came to Beijing early to report the news, so Ouyang Zhi was ordered by the emperor to wait here early.

  Seeing the mighty army coming, the British Duke Zhang Mao's arm, bandaged like a pig's elbow, was hung on his chest, while Fang Jifan had all four limbs intact, and he rode the horse vigorously in front.

When Ouyang Zhi saw it, his eyes turned red. He first stepped forward and saluted the British Duke Zhang Mao, and then he came to Fang Jifan, knelt down on the ground, knelt under Fang Jifan's horse, and burst into tears: "The student has seen his teacher, and his teacher is in danger. , The students are far away in the capital, and they miss it very much. Today, the teacher returned safely and made great contributions. The teacher taught by example and taught, which made the students admire."

  Fang Jifan saw that he was crying in a mess, and his heart softened. Ouyang Zhi is indeed the softest part of his heart. All the disciples are not enough to carry his shoes.

Fang Jifan got off his horse, came to Ouyang Zhi, and helped him up: "You are the most important person in the history of being a teacher. I am so happy to see you here today to welcome me as a teacher. I will tell you a little secret. Don't tell others indiscriminately. It is Liu Wenshan who came to welcome teachers and students, not you."

far away…

   There was a man named Liu Wenshan who stood there stupidly, a little dazed.

  (end of this chapter)