The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

"Poor Mongols, sold by Indians, got nothing."

Ma Zhamu was pushed and shoved by Lu Quan and kicked out.

The Mongolian caravan from Altan Khan was also implicated and were driven out of Tianjin one after another.

The people of Daming did not deduct their cattle and sheep. According to Yan Song's intention, they gave them a normal market price, but they were not allowed to stay any longer.These people had no choice but to hastily exchange their money for ironware, tea and salt, and left Tianjin in disgrace, heading for the northern border.

Mazamu really shot himself in the foot, committed suicide, and was expelled from the country.

The hatred in Mazamu's heart was still there, and he secretly opened the third trick.

"The military adviser said that as long as the situation is urgent, opening this last one will definitely cause heavy losses to Daming!"

Ma Zhamu took out the note left by Han Han from the last kit.

"You can see this note, which means that the previous two strategies have failed. You should be deported by the Ming people, and you didn't even buy what the Great Khan told you. But don't despair, there is still room for redemption. You just have to go to a place called "Wild Wolf Valley" on the northern border, and naturally someone will meet you and tell you what to do."

Mazamu was overjoyed when he saw this message.

"Worthy of being a great military strategist, he is indeed unparalleled in resourcefulness and strategy. Even the first two strategies have been seen through by Yan Song, and I will be counted when I am beaten out in disgrace. It's amazing!"

Ma Zhamu admired Han Han, but always felt that something was wrong?

"Huh? It seems that if the strategist is really exhaustive, he shouldn't let me fail twice in a row, and use this last one? Haha. Thinking too much."

Mazamu shook his head fiercely, threw out the thoughts in his head, and led the caravan to the northern border.

Mazamu, who was full of joy, didn't know that Han Han, the great military strategist he admired, was on a hill in Mongolia, looking at the Central Plains of 623.

"Master, the three tricks you gave to the caravan should be effective, right?" Beside him, the Mongolian hero, I Dahan, smiled fiercely: "Da Ming's reputation should be damaged, and his interests will be greatly affected."

"It should be." Han Han lowered his head and smiled lightly, but from an angle that I Dahan couldn't see, there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

"Mazamu should be back soon. It is said that we are short of ironware, salt and tea, and it has reached an unsustainable level." Al Dahan said rather vicissitudes.

He is almost 50 years old this year, and his body has been worn down by years of fighting. This wolf king on the grassland is no longer as ambitious as when he was young.What he thinks more about is to keep his position, protect his clansmen, make their lives easier, and make his glory last longer.

That's it.

This is the twilight of a hero.

But Han Han's eyes were still ferocious.

Wolf is old, but Hao is still young!

Han Han looked into the distance of Daming: "Can Mazamu come back safely and smoothly?"

There was an inscrutable smile on the corner of his mouth.

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Chapter 642 Angry Youth in the Army [4]

The northern outpost of Ming Dynasty, Ansai Fort.

This Ansai Fort is one of the 500 fortresses built on the grassland during the heyday of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di made several expeditions to the grassland and spread the traces of the Ming Dynasty in many corners of the grassland. Xu Da, Lan Yu, Zhu Di, etc. The famous monarchs and ministers turned the grasslands along the journey into the fortress of Ming Dynasty.This kind of fort is generally not wide, only a few tens of feet long and wide, and no more than three feet high. It is usually built with civil engineering and used as an extension of the Great Wall, a stronghold for early warning, and a midpoint for food and grass transfers, as well as to fight against the Mongolian army. Down the bridgehead.

Back then, the "Tumu Fortress" of the Tumu Fortress Change was actually such a blockhouse of the Ming Dynasty.

Later, as the state affairs of the Ming Dynasty declined day by day, these strongholds of the Ming Dynasty that extended into the grassland sea became unsustainable, and they were abandoned and abandoned one after another.The border of Ming Dynasty also retreated.Fort Ansai, which was originally a fort in the rear, gradually became the front line of the Ming border.

On the gray earthen wall of Ansai Fort, there were dried brown blood stains, which were the blood of the guards of the Ming Dynasty and the invading Mongolian knights.

Now, night is gradually falling.

In Ansai Fort, the campers here have already turned off the lights and went to sleep.The main castle was brightly lit.

A group of young middle- and lower-level military officers are enthusiastically listening to a mysterious man's preaching.

This mysterious man was wearing a long robe and looked very gloomy, but he often traveled to and from Ansai Fort, making all the soldiers here become his believers, and they obeyed him without any hindrance.

Even these young officers were gradually persuaded by him and became his followers.

"Think of me, Daming, in its heyday, rich in the world, no one dared to disobey."

"What about now?"

"Your Majesty is weak, and the affairs of the Ming Dynasty are declining. If we don't cheer up, the Ming Dynasty will be over!"

"Yes!" The Ming army's frontier generals were excited.

They are all on the front line of confrontation with the Mongols. They are men of Ming Dynasty who lick blood on the knife edge. They are simple-minded and have the strongest patriotism.

This is the Daming Frontier Army!

The man looked at the passionate young officer of the frontier army, with a faint smile on his mouth: "You are the backbone of Ming Dynasty. Without you fighting bloody battles at the border, the Mongols have already broken through the border of Ming Dynasty and brought the war to Beijing. Yours Great credit."

"This is what I and the frontier army should have done!" These simple-minded, enthusiastic and angry youth officers enjoyed this kind of praise the most.

"However..." The mysterious person changed his subject: "It's a pity that your blood, and the blood of your robes, will be shed in vain."

"What?" These officers, who were immersed in the glory of killing the enemy for the country, were all stunned: "What's going on?"

"Da Ming is about to succumb to Mongolia." The mysterious man said with emotion, "I really don't know who we fought for after shedding blood and dying?"

"Impossible!" The officers of the Ming border army were angry: "What evidence do you have? That I, Ming, will surrender to Mongolia?"

The mysterious man sneered and said, "It's just you bloody and sweaty stinky mounds on the front line who are still kept in the dark. In fact, Ming and Mongolia have already negotiated peace in secret. I Dahan promised not to attack Daming again!"