The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

The leader was a Ming general with a face like a jujube and a murderous look. He raised his saber high and roared, "Kill! No one will be left behind!"

Behind him, followed by thousands of fully armed Ming army cavalry, fighting with open flames, the cold light of sabers reflected the torches in their hands, and the eyes of the Mongols were bright.

Immediately, the Daming cavalry came in!

They killed everyone they met, and burned tents and carriages when they encountered them. In an instant, the Wild Wolf Valley became a sea of ​​​​flames and a hell on earth.

The Mongols were caught off guard, screaming one after another, heads rolling, stumps flying, and blood splattering.

One tent after another was held by the Ming cavalry with open flames, and they threw torches and quickly ignited them.

Mazamu was shocked!

"What's going on? Didn't you say to take care of your own people?"

A Mongolian ran up to him, grabbed his arm, and (bfbb) screamed: "Team leader! Team leader! These are not the internal responders who came to meet us, but Ming soldiers! They attacked us!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow pierced the man's chest, blood sprayed Ma Zhamu's face, and he fell down slowly.

"This, how could it be like this?" Mazamu's face turned pale with fright, and he murmured, "This is impossible, this is impossible! The military master knows everything well, how could he make a mistake?"

He roared angrily: "Don't kill me! You must have made a mistake! We are a Mongolian caravan!"

The leading general spat viciously, and laughed loudly: "That's right. My Lord Ma led the team and killed the Mongols! Haha! Kill me!"

Daming iron cavalry, rushing back and forth, was even more ferocious.

Mazamu's eyes were blurred, and he could only murmur: "We are the ones who killed, how is it possible?"

You know, Wild Wolf Valley is an extremely remote valley. You can tell from the name that this place is far away from the main road, and there are no people in it for hundreds of miles. How did these Ming cavalry find this place and launch a surprise attack?

Mazamu was cold all over.

There is only one reasonable explanation.

That is, they were all betrayed by the great military strategist Han Han!

Betrayed to the Daming Frontier Army, and mobilized the Daming Frontier Army to attack and kill them.

But what are the benefits of doing so?

Ma Zhamu was startled and angry, he didn't expect that he acted according to Han Han's clever plan, but ruined the lives of thousands of Mongolian brothers.

"Damn Han Han, I can't spare you!" Ma Zhamu's eyes were cracking, watching his brothers being chopped down and falling in a pool of blood.

The frontier army of Ming Dynasty, under the command of General Ma, killed all the Mongols in the Wild Wolf Valley with only one meal.

The Mongols had no horses or weapons, so they could not escape at all. They could only be blocked in the valley by the Ming army and killed at will.

Mazamu was about to be hacked to death by a Ming soldier, but he rolled on the ground, rolled into the pile of dead people, and disappeared.

The Ming soldiers didn't recognize him either.After all, these were border soldiers on a temporary basis, and they were not Jin Yiwei. Anyway, they would just kill anyone they saw.

Mazamu hid under the corpse, gritted his teeth and watched the Ming army kill all the more than 1000 Mongols in his caravan.

"Damn! Damn! Han Han, what the hell are you planning?" Mazamu hated him extremely.

A bolt of lightning suddenly cut through his mind.

"Han Han, Ban Sheng, White Lotus Sect? That's right!"

"Great military strategist Han Han, on the surface, uses my Mongolia to deal with Daming, but actually has other plans."

"If the Ming Dynasty reconciles with Mongolia and opens up the mutual market, what is the value of Bansheng? The Han people there will be completely abandoned by the Great Khan, or they will be robbed, or they will be taxed heavily. Bansheng will inevitably decline."

"As the ruler of Bansheng, Han Han probably doesn't want to see the relationship between Mongolia and Ming being eased and the mutual market open. What he likes most is seeing Mongolia and Ming attack each other!"

Ma Zhamu is not a fool either, he thinks about it in a blink of an eye, and he has already thought of the key point!

Han Han, the great military strategist of the Mongols, is an ambitious man who destroys the relationship between Mongolia and Ming Dynasty!This time, Da Ming's cavalry was even very likely to be recruited by him to deal with him!

I brought a Mongolian caravan with me. These more than 1000 people died tragically in the territory of Daming. Altan Khan must be furious and will definitely ask Daming for an explanation.If there is a disagreement between the two sides, there will be a big fight!

Doesn't this satisfy the schemer Han Han's heart?

Only then did Ma Zhamu recall that before Han Han left, when he meaningfully handed over the three tricks to himself, he said: "As long as you complete the three tricks, no matter what, Daming's reputation and Kaihai will be seriously damaged! "

"I'll rub your mother! Han Han! It turns out that you made up your mind from the very beginning, to sacrifice us? Let the Mongols go to war?" Mazamu was so angry that he couldn't restrain it, and hid under the corpse of the carriage in grief, watching the Mongols They were killed one by one by the Ming Frontier Army.

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Chapter 654 Mongolia’s Protest [1]

Mazamu looked at all this with grief and indignation.

When the knife sees blood, the knife kills.

Of the entire caravan, only he survived by chance.

The Daming frontier army would not let go of their lives easily. Under the leadership of General Nama, they dismounted one after another and repaired the corpses one by one. The Mongols who were seriously injured and survived would be killed mercilessly.

Seeing the footsteps of the Daming frontier army getting closer, Maza~mu was about to despair.

But there is no way out.

He suddenly saw a cave hidden by bushes behind the carriage.This cave seems to be made by wolves or foxes, and it is so narrow that only one person can enter.

Regardless of the smell and thorns, he crawled in two times and three times, barely hiding himself.