Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 216 What Han? Isn’t it the Ming Dynasty?
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The sound of orderly footsteps came from outside the tent. Mahamu sat in the big tent, staring blankly at the fire in front of him.

There was also a whole lamb roasting on the fire. It was roasted before the war and was intended to be used to celebrate after the victory.

However, the direction of the war was beyond his expectations.

His tribe was defeated, and it was a very tragic defeat.

"Wow!"

The tent was opened, and Huo Qubing and Lan Yu walked in covered in blood.

"kill!"

The guards who were protecting Mahamu were terrified, but they did not retreat when the enemy arrived. Instead, they gritted their teeth and roared and rushed forward.

"Ping pong, puff puff..."

There was a sound of weapons clashing and flesh being cut, and the last few brave guards fell in the tent.

Lan Yu shook off the blood on his knife, looked at Huo Qubing beside him and said with a smile: "I killed three, and you only killed two. You win this time."

Huo Qubing glanced at him and said leisurely, "Only two of my men were killed or wounded."

Lan Yu's face turned dark.

The two men each had 1500 soldiers, and after several battles, more than 50 of his men were killed or wounded.

But on Huo Qubing's side, only one person has been killed since the battle began, and although the other one was injured, he was able to be rescued.

The winner is obvious just by looking at the number of casualties.

"Humph!"

Lan Yu snorted coldly and was about to say something when Huo Qubing next to him said leisurely: "I also captured Tuohuan, Yesen, and his wife." As he spoke, he pointed at Mahamu who was still sitting cross-legged at the top seat.

Mahamu, who was sitting in his seat in a daze, suddenly looked up at Huo Qubing when he heard the other party's words.

"You broke into my camp?"

Huo Qubing nodded.

After taking a deep look at Huo Qubing, Mahamu asked, "Can I know your name?"

"The great man Huo Qubing!"

After these words were spoken, the tent became quiet for a moment.

Lan Yu corrected him, "It's Daming, you said the wrong thing, brother."

Huo Qubing turned his head to look at him, walked to the fire, drew out a dagger and was about to start.

He knew clearly whether he was wrong or not.

When Mahamu heard the words "big man Huo Qubing", his face turned a little ugly.

He thought that this Ming army general was deliberately teasing him.

The Han Dynasty has been destroyed for many years, so there is no longer any Han Dynasty.

Huo Qubing, why don't you say you are Emperor Wu of Han?

"Your Majesty is here!"

A loud shout was heard outside the tent. Huo Qubing, who had just cut a piece of meat, stuffed the meat into his mouth and stood up to prepare to greet him.

Mahamu also looked up outside the tent.

As the curtain was opened, an old man in military uniform strode in with a sword at his waist.

"Mahamu, how is it?"

After waving to Huo Qubing and Lan Yu who were bowing, the old man looked around the tent and then looked down at Mahamu.

"Impressed."

Mahamu looked at the old man for a long time, his eyes full of reluctance, hatred, and even some fear.

After a long time, he finally got up from his seat and prostrated himself in front of the old man.

For the sake of the Oirat Mongols, his captured son, wife, and grandson, he finally chose to surrender.

"hehe!"

The old man sneered, sat down in Mahamu's seat, looked at Mahamu and said: "In the sixth and seventh years of Yongle, I sent you orders many times, but you turned a blind eye and even spoke disrespectfully to me."

"In the later period, they even sent troops to harass the border of the Ming Dynasty many times and plundered the people of the Ming Dynasty."

"I am convinced now."

"hehe!"

"late."

"Your Majesty." Mahamu kowtowed. "I was ignorant before, but now I realize the power of the Ming Dynasty. I am willing to bring my Oirat clan to surrender to Your Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and obey your orders."

After saying this, he kowtowed again and said: "As long as His Majesty the Great Emperor can give me a chance, I will not only sincerely submit, but also unite all the tribes on the grassland to jointly recognize His Majesty the Great Emperor as the Khan of the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Zhanjun, who happened to walk in, subconsciously looked at the old man when he heard this.

As he guessed, when the old man heard that the grassland was willing to respect him as the Khan of the Ming Dynasty, his eyes couldn't help but shine.

This old man has been competing with Li Shimin all his life, wanting to achieve more than Li Shimin.

It's OK in other aspects, but it's a little bit lacking in grassland.

Now that the grassland is willing to respect him as the Heavenly Khan, his status is in some ways equal to that of Li Shimin.

Before Zhu Zhanjun could take the next step, his arm was grabbed by someone.

Zhu Zhanjun turned around and saw Zhang Fu following behind him, shaking his head slightly.

Zhu Zhanjun understood what the other party meant.

The other party was obviously worried that Zhu Zhanjun didn't want to let Mahamu go, and advised the old man not to let go of such a powerful enemy just for a name, so Zhang Fu stopped him before he could make a move.

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

Zhu Zhanjun replied in a low voice.

Zhu Zhanjun knew the old man's character very well.

In the past, in order to make up for his stain, the old man went to the West and compiled the Yongle Encyclopedia. Later, when he got the imperial seal and his position was consolidated, he wanted to do some achievements to prove his ability.

The person the old man liked to compare himself with the most was Li Shimin. He felt that since they both came from a rebellious background, he was no worse than Li Shimin.

But the facts slapped him in the face.

Before Li Shimin rebelled, more than half of the territory of the entire Tang Dynasty was conquered by Li Shimin, so his rebellion had reasons and grounds.

As for the old man, he was still a child when Zhu Yuanzhang rebelled.

After ascending the throne, Li Shimin was so powerful that the whole world was shocked. The Tang Dynasty was even called the Celestial Empire, and Li Shimin was revered as the Heavenly Khan.

The old man was not convinced.

Before I ascended the throne, I was not as good as you. After I ascended the throne, I cannot be worse than you. So in all aspects, the old man must compare with Li Shimin.

Now that he has the chance to get the title of Tian Khan, the old man will naturally not give up, and will not allow anyone to ruin his opportunity.

Not to mention the ministers' advice, even Zhu Zhanjun would turn against the old man if he tried to persuade him.

People are like this; when it comes to the overall interests, many people have their own ideas and will give up some things.

However, when it comes to personal interests, no one with a bit of ambition will give up.

"Hahaha……"

The old man laughed, his laughter was full of complacency and pride, but he said bluntly: "You think you can get rid of me with just a Heavenly Khan? You are too naive."

"Do you really think that I am the kind of emperor who is obsessed with glory and gave up the victory gained by countless soldiers at the cost of their lives just for a mere title?"

Mahamu raised his head, glanced at the old man, then lowered his head again and said, "Whatever the emperor wants, as long as Mahamu can do it, I will do my best."

The old man smiled coldly and pointed to his feet.

"I want to build a city here and station troops here."

Mahamu's body trembled and he looked at the old man with an angry expression.

“This is our land.”

The old man sneered, shook his head and corrected, "It's ours now."

"If you're not convinced, you can have another fight."

Mahamu collapsed to the ground weakly.

Hit, what are you going to use to hit?

The camp was breached and it is still unknown how many casualties there were. It is also unknown how many of his 30,000 brave warriors are still alive.

In just one day, the powerful Oirat tribe became a thing of the past, and might even be inferior to the Tatars.

He had no choice but to agree to become a running dog of the Ming Dynasty, or die at the hands of the Tatars or the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at the depressed and speechless Mahamu, the old man stood up and waved his hand: "Huo Qubing!"

Huo Qubing, who was still chewing mutton in his mouth, strode forward hurriedly.

"The general is here!"

The old man said loudly: "This man is the uncle of the Crown Prince, and has the same name as the Han champion, Huo Qubing."

“And today, he has done the same feat again.”

"I hereby announce that Huo Qubing will be named Marquis of Guanjun and lead the Cavalry Battalion to station here to manage the grassland tribes."

Zhu Zhanjun was not at all surprised by what the old man announced.

He had discussed this matter with old man Huo Qubing.

If you want to control the grassland permanently, you need to station a force that is familiar with the place.

There are no generals like this in the Ming army, and the people stationed here must have enough loyalty and trust.

Zhu Zhanjun discussed with the old man for a long time and finally decided that Huo Qubing and Lan Yu would be stationed here.

Huo Qubing and Lan Yu are familiar with the situation on the grassland. It would not be appropriate for Lan Yu to go back because the old man would always feel uncomfortable looking at him.

Zhu Zhanjun discussed it with the two of them, and they agreed, so the old man appointed Huo Qubing as the master right away.

As for Lan Yu, the old man doesn't know how to reward him for the time being and plans to think about it first.

After defeating Mahamu's main force and capturing the enemy's rear camp, the Northern Expedition was successfully completed.

The old man handed over the remaining small tribal matters to Zhu Zhanjun.

At night, in Zhu Zhanjun’s tent.

The aroma of wine and roasted lamb hit people's nostrils, making everyone intoxicated by it.

Zhu Zhanjun picked up the wine bowl and looked at the people below.

There were not only his generals below, but also Zhang Fu, Liu Sheng, Li Bin and others. The old man also asked them to come over.

In the old man’s words, generals need to exchange experiences more often in order to make progress and win more battles.

Naturally, they would not refuse to form a party under the order of the emperor.

In addition, they had won a victory today, so everyone gathered together in a lively atmosphere, talking and laughing loudly.

"Everyone, today's victory is inseparable from your dedication."

"I am here on behalf of the Ming imperial family to offer a bowl of wine to all the generals."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Everyone quickly stood up and raised their wine bowls to toast Zhu Zhanjun.

After drinking a bowl of wine, Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand, and the guard who poured the wine left the tent under the eager gaze of the generals.

We are still on the battlefield, a bowl of celebratory wine is enough, drinking too much will cause trouble.

"Your Majesty intends to build a city here and name it Dingyuan City."

"There are three purposes. The first is to monitor the various forces on the grassland to prevent them from becoming more powerful."

"Second, we will trade with the herdsmen on the grasslands and purchase their furs and various medicinal herbs."

"And the third one is the most important one."

"You all know that I have been to the North and understand the situation there."

"The north is a wasteland. Except for some indigenous people, the vast land is deserted there."

"Although there are various difficulties there and the climate is colder than here, this is not a reason for us to give up."

"The north is an infinite continent. If we give up on it and let others occupy it, then our victory over the Mongols will be meaningless."

"Your Highness, are you planning to find someone to lead the troops to the north?"

Zhang Fu, who was chewing a piece of compressed biscuit, understood what Zhu Zhanjun meant.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and said, "Yes, I plan to send troops to the north. In addition to setting up a monument there to determine the territory of our Ming Dynasty, we will also be responsible for exploring there to prepare for the relocation of the people in the future."

Looking at the generals below, Zhu Zhanjun said, "But I haven't decided on the candidate yet. What do you think?"

Zhu Zhanjun would never give up such a vast land in the north.

The environment there is harsh, but for a country, this is not an excuse at all.

When it comes to national territorial security, no area is useless.

After the north is settled, the Ming Dynasty will enter a period of recuperation.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't want the northern area to be occupied by others while the Ming Dynasty was recuperating, which would have become another major threat to the Ming Dynasty.

To prepare for a rainy day, no matter how difficult the current situation is, the Ming Dynasty must first seize ownership of this land in the north.

(End of this chapter)