The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 527 It's All Mine
A Tabu Nang from the Chaha Tribe hurriedly said at this time: "General Ding is right, we were also forced. The Chaha Tribe has always been on good terms with Daming, so how could they fight indiscriminately? We were really forced by Jurchen , helpless."

Immediately, the lords around nodded their heads in agreement.

Ding Yi directly interrupted him to continue speaking, suddenly changed his tone, and his voice became stern: "From now on, you can be your Taiji and nobles with peace of mind, and all the slaves, cattle and sheep are mine."

The big tent suddenly fell silent, and the lords looked at each other in blank dismay, this is simply more unreasonable than Huang Taiji?

Huang Taiji at least gave them the dignity they deserved, and let them rule over their shepherds, but Ding Yi of the Ming Dynasty actually wanted to deprive them of everything.

Hehe, is this something you can take away?The shepherds must be willing to submit to you?Who will serve you without us leading the way?

There was a moment of silence in the big tent, no one spoke, but everyone's expressions told Ding Yi that they were all against it.

Ding Yi waited for a while, but no one spoke up, so he didn't say much, turned around and left the yurt, and went to the next one.

As soon as Ding Yi left, the people in the yurt immediately exploded.

"What does he mean? He thinks he is a big sweat, even if he is a big sweat, he can't just deprive us of everything."

"I have golden blood flowing in my body. Why does this damned Ding Yi deprive us of our shepherd?"

"Huang Taiji didn't even dare to do this, he thought he was the Emperor of Ming?"

"Emperor Ming is not qualified to do this. Without our help, how could he subdue these tens of thousands of shepherds?"

"He will definitely come to beg us, just watch."

The Mongolian lords received courtesy from Huang Taiji, and they thought that Ding Yi must come to beg them too.

Ding Yi came to the second tent, which was the upper and middle floors of the shepherds.

Usually the upper-class nobles will have thousands or even tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, and the middle class will have hundreds or thousands of cattle and sheep, but they need to pay tribute to the lords, all the wealth belongs to the lords, and the lords can also deprive them at any time Their cattle, sheep and population are then rewarded to other nobles.

Before Genghis Khan's death, Tuolei, the youngest son, had a large population and soldiers, and this was the foundation for Tuolei's descendants to become Great Khan.

The same is true when the old slave of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was around. He could freely reward Baylor below with the post-golden Eight Banners Niulu. Therefore, the owner of the Eight Banners back then would have exchanged them. When he was alive, he would leave it to Dorgon. The Eight Banners are the most elite two yellow banners.

After the old slave died, the new Khan Huang Taiji immediately exchanged two white flags and Dorgon's two yellow flags back.

These upper and middle classes are basically the backbone and elites of the various Mongolian ministries, whether they are fighting or herding horses, they must rely on them.

This tent is relatively large, and there are about one or two hundred noble officials in the upper and middle ranks, and it is full.

Because there is not such a big tent, in fact, several tents are connected together.

Seeing Ding Yi come in, there was a bit of noise inside, but it gradually quieted down.

"I'll just say three sentences, you all listen to me." Ding Yi said loudly.

The scene quickly quieted down. Everyone stared and listened to Ding Yi's words.

"Whoever is willing to hand over all the population, cattle, sheep, wealth, and join my army to fight against slavery for me, please stand on the red (left)."

"Whoever is willing to hand over all the population, cattle, sheep, and wealth, and wants to live an ordinary herdsman's life, please stand in black (right)."

"Others, please stand in white (middle)."

Every time Ding Yi said a sentence, there was a Mongolian translator beside him, and it was transmitted to the deepest part.

After the three sentences were finished, the Mongolian nobles in the camp couldn't believe it. Just these three choices?

nothing else?

What is this?Ming snatched it?Do you think our Mongolian ministries are fools?What do you think of us nobles?
Some people actually hope to have a third option. I am willing to keep the population and cattle and sheep, and then help General Ding fight against Jiannu, because Huang Taiji is giving them this option.

But unfortunately, Ding Yi does not have this option.

The camp soon became noisy, and everyone expressed their dissatisfaction. We are nobles, you can't do this, only the lord can do this, you are not our sweat, let alone our lord.

Standing at the front is Dumo Dahong from the Echala tribe called Tulu.

He is a middle-class slave among the shepherds, but he is not very good at being a middle-class slave. He also participated in the Battle of Beigou before. There are only more than 100 people, dozens of cattle, and more than 500 sheep.

He is a smarter one. During the Battle of Beigou, he first hid under the artillery array of the Ming army to avoid the artillery above, and then found that there were artillery in the rear of the Ming army, so he retreated and prepared to retreat.

Later, the Ming army fired on both sides, and the Qing army was defeated. He was the first group of people to run back.

Seeing that everyone in the camp was cursing and no one responded, Tulu took the lead in kneeling forward: "General Ding of Daming, your bravery is unmatched and invincible. I, Tulu from the Echala Department, would like to hand over All the population and wealth, join your army, General Ding, I am willing to be your sword, kill Jiannu for you, and sweep away everything--"

Shen Shikui looked at him with a smile on the side: "Very well, Tulu warrior, congratulations on making the smartest decision."

Tulu was overjoyed. After standing up, he quickly stood to the left.

Originally, he couldn't tell the left from the right, but Ding Yi's person stood there as a marker, and red counted as the left, so he quickly stood on the red side.

Someone in the crowd scolded Tulu angrily, saying that he was as cowardly as a mouse and betrayed the lord. This person deliberately scolded in Mongolian, probably because he was afraid that Ding Yi would trouble him.

"Is it gone?" Chen Yang said loudly at this moment: "Hurry up and stand up according to Master Ding's instructions. Those who don't choose will be regarded as the middle (white) ones."

Seeing Chen Yang's vicious look, several smart nobles started to stand towards the red side.

He didn't say that he had to hand over everything, so let's stand over there first.

But more people stand in the middle (white.)
No one chooses to stand in black.

After all, these people are used to being high-ranking nobles, giving up everything and becoming ordinary herdsmen?What a joke, no one wants to.

Ding Yi took away the eight people who chose to stand in red.

Leaving the eight people outside, Ding Yi went to the third tent.

Here are the low-class households among the shepherds.

The poorest and most common shepherd slave.

Some shepherds may have cattle and sheep, and some have none at all. They only rely on the gifts of superior nobles or lords to eke out a living, or work for others to live by shepherding sheep.

Of course, Ding Yi has captured nearly 100, [-]% of whom are such shepherd slaves. Here, only the representatives of various tribes are gathered here, and dozens of households are selected from each tribe, and each household chooses a strong man. More than [-] people.

All kinds of eyes of the inferior shepherds focused on Ding Yi.

"I will only say three sentences next." Ding Yi continued.

"Whoever wants to be a top-class household, a middle-class household, a Mongolian nobleman, and is willing to become my sergeant and fight against slavery, stand on the red side."

"Whoever wants to be a lord and is willing to be my sergeant, and whoever fights against the slaves, stand on the side of black."

"I still want to be an ordinary low-class household, living a miserable life as a shepherd slave like before, and stand by the white side."

lord?Can we be lords?These low-level Mongolian herders couldn't believe it for a while.

This is the right that Huang Taiji never gave them.

Many people have lived the life of low-level shepherd slaves for many years. When they think of such a day, most people can't believe it.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Choose quickly? Master Ding didn't say it clearly enough? If you don't choose, you will all be ordinary shepherds, and we will replace a group of people immediately." Chen Yang said sharply.

Hearing this, finally, someone glared, stepped to the red side, and trembled uncontrollably.

"One small step forward, one big step bravely, what's the name of this warrior? What department is he from?" Shen Shikui asked with a smile.

"I am Duolumu of Chaharbu." The young Mongolian said excitedly.

He is really poor, he wants to be a nobleman, he wants to be an upper-class family, a middle-class family.

"Okay, congratulations, Duolumu, you made the smartest choice." Shen Shikui laughed.

With Duolumu taking the lead, some people have the courage to go red one after another.

A lot of Mongolian herders are making noise in the back, upper-class and middle-class households, you can do whatever you want. As for the lords, they need more golden blood. The descendants of Genghis Khan, do you think that cats and dogs can be lords?

The Mongols value tradition and bloodlines very much, and it is not easy to find someone to be a lord.

Most people didn't move much.

The result disappointed Ding Yi and gave them a chance to choose. The inferior households in Mongolia seem to be used to being exploited. There were more than 100 people on the scene. The other 100 or more people in the upper-class households and the middle-class households seemed to accept their fate, and they couldn't believe it.

Ding Yi brought out all the people who wanted to be lords and high-class households, and soon joined Tulu and other eight people. They now have a total of 36 people.

"Bring the knife." Ding Yi waved his hand.

Dangdang, a large bundle of knives was thrown at the feet of these people, and the shepherds looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Lords and nobles don't just talk about it." Ding Yi said in a deep voice, "It's up to you to fight for it with your knives."

"Tulu, if you want to be a lord, it's actually very simple. Use this knife to prove to me that you are a qualified Mongolian warrior."

Ding Yi looked at the yurt where the lords were, with a serious look in his eyes.

The faces of Tulu and the others were flushed, and some of them were already shaking their legs.

Finally, Tulu gritted his teeth and said, "General Ding keeps his word?"

"I can kill them without you." Ding Yi said loudly, "You should see that I have proved my credibility with cannons and cavalry on the battlefield."

"I can give you whatever you want."

Hearing this, Tulu didn't hesitate any longer, bent down to pick up a knife, and looked at everyone.

A moment later, "Kill" followed Tulu's shout, and more than 30 Mongolians rushed into the camp.

The unarmed Mongolian lords in the camp suddenly screamed and fell into boundless fear and darkness.

It was night, and Tulu led 36 warriors to poke the lord first, and then kill the upper-class households and middle-class households.

Nearly [-] former nobles from various Mongolian tribes were almost wiped out.

(End of this chapter)