The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Hashiba Hideyoshi and others were moved, with tears in their eyes, standing on the boat and waving frequently until they disappeared into the blue sky and blue sea.

Yan Song was still feeling lost: "The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is gone, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Alas, I really don't want these Japanese friends to leave."

Hai Rui rolled his eyes violently.

"I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. It was you who made the Japanese vomit blood, but now you are singing about the friendship between the two countries."

After negotiating the terms of trade with Japan, Yan Song was in a good mood, and turned to Sinbad who was still hesitant in Ming Dynasty.

"Mr. Special Envoy." Yan Song smiled very kindly: "Now should we talk about the friendship between the two countries?"

Sinbad saw with his own eyes that Yan Song rubbed the Japanese envoys and forced them to sign a large number of unequal and traitorous treaties. The rabbit died and the fox was sad, and the things hurt the same kind, and he was a little terrified and said:

"Here, Mr. Yan Ge, I have completed the unification of the Mughal Empire, and I have nothing to ask of Ming Dynasty."

Yan Song smiled brighter: "Of course I know. The Mughal Empire is extremely powerful, with a vast territory and a large population. Naturally, my Ming Dynasty will not impose harsh trade conditions on you like we did to Japan. But the Mughal Empire is also short of money. Otherwise, you wouldn’t know how to sail the sea, would you?”

This blow hit the weak point in Sinbad's heart, he opened his mouth but didn't speak.

Yeah, like any great empire, the Mughal Empire was short of money.

If there is no shortage of money, who would bother to prepare for opening the sea and let foreigners do business?

"However, our Mughal Empire can also open seas in large ports such as Goa to attract foreign businessmen." Sinbad said proudly: "It doesn't necessarily have to be a trade with Daming."

The focus of the debate between the two is, in the final analysis, interests.

At what price did the Mughal Empire come to Daming for business transactions.

Yan Song smiled: "After a period of time, your envoy will realize the strength of my Ming Dynasty and its attraction to the East and the West after the opening ceremony of my Ming Dynasty. This is not something that your Mughal Empire can catch up with in a short time."

Sinbad sneered and said, "Okay, I'll wait and see!"

He would not be like that group of worthless envoys who betrayed the interests of the country, just in exchange for the right to trade with Ming Dynasty.

Sinbad decided that Ming had something to ask of him, and he had to make substantial concessions before he would sign a trade agreement for the Mughal Empire.

Don't let Daming take all the money!

Yan Song looked at Sinbad with a proud face, and was not angry, just smiled.

Hai Rui said angrily: "This Mughal envoy, not to mention the wind and the rain, is still putting on airs like this. If you want me to say, just drive him away. We are not short of a Mughal Empire when we open the sea."

Yan Song waved his hand: "No. The Mughal Empire is located in the Indian Ocean, and it is on the only way for my Ming Dynasty to trade with Western Europe. Once the Mughal Empire tricks us, it will be very bad for my Ming Dynasty to open the sea. We still have to be aware of it. Use courtesy, carrots and sticks, and pull them into the world trade circle centered on my Ming dynasty."

Yan Song's vision of the pattern has always been at the height of the world, looking at Ming's policies and the surrounding relationship.

Such a powerful country as the Mughal Empire must be brought into the trading circle of Daming, so that they can become the origin of raw materials and the dumping place of (Qian Li Zhao) finished products of Daming, so as to promote the continued prosperity of Daming's economy.

As for the means?Hehe, Yan Song is confident and not in a hurry.

On the day of the sea opening ceremony, there is naturally a way to frighten the dissident, half-human, half-ghost Mughal Indians and let them obediently sign a trade agreement.

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At this time, the north.

Mazamu waited anxiously in the valley shrouded in night.

"The Great Military Advisor said that the person who joins us should arrive soon. Why didn't even a ghost come after waiting for two days?"

Just as Ma Zhamu was muttering in his heart, a person in the distance shouted: "Boss, there is a cavalry team!"

Mongolians are born on horseback, and are very sensitive to the sound of galloping horses.

Mazamu jumped up excitedly: "It's finally here!"

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Chapter 653 Killing the Mongolian Caravan [5]

"My lord, no, we'd better be careful and send some brothers up to intercept and interrogate." A follower hurriedly said.

"Fart!" Mazamu said angrily, "These are the distinguished guests sent by the Grand Army Master, reinforcements, what do you need to ask? Open the gate of the village quickly and invite them in."

So, these Mongolian caravans, rejoicing, flocked to the gate of the village with a smile on their faces, to see who the reinforcements invited by the Grand Army Division were.

"Leader, is this the last trick the military adviser gave you?"

"nonsense!"

"These allied forces sound like they have a lot of people and are well-trained."

"Of course, otherwise how can we join hands and deal with Daming?"

"Boss, something's wrong. The speed of the people outside the camp has actually increased!" A watchful spy yelled.

"Don't be surprised. What's the big deal? This is the order of the military adviser, and there must be nothing wrong." Mazamu scolded.

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise at the gate of the temporary camp.

There were already four horses in the vanguard team of the coming people, and at the same time, under the control of the knight, the people stood up and kicked hard on the gate of the village!

There was only a roar, and the simple gate of the village was immediately trampled to the ground by four war horses.

Behind the gate of the village, 657, a Mongolian with a smile on his face, was crushed alive under the gate of the village, and then trampled by iron hooves, only screamed a few times and then fell silent.

The iron cavalry clattered and rushed in!