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Chapter 556: Helplessly Captured
When Suning woke up again, he found himself lying in a huge yurt, surrounded by a group of smelly Mongolian men. They looked at him as if they were looking at monkeys in a circus. Feeling the ropes on his body, he realized that he was still captured by them.

But Suning really felt puzzled. Both Wang Zhen and Xining had died in the battle. Who could have knocked him out from behind? After all, he had loyal and brave Ming soldiers like Fan Zhong behind him.

"Qimuge, this is just a useless emperor of the Ming Dynasty. There's no need to tie him up like this, right?" Yesen looked at Suning, who was tied up on the ground, with disdain.

"Khan, this stinky dragon is very powerful. He killed many of my tribesmen. If they had not started an internal conflict, it would have been difficult for us to catch him." Qimuge hurriedly explained to Yesen.

"What? Internal strife? What is going on?" Yesen showed a surprised expression.

"Great Khan, this stinking dragon was knocked unconscious by General Fan Zhong of the Ming army, but we don't know why."

"Fan Zhong? Is Fan Zhong willing to surrender to our Yuan Dynasty?" Yesen couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Great Khan, after Fan Zhong knocked out this stinking dragon, he and the other Ming soldiers committed suicide by drawing their swords on the spot. I don't think they have any intention of surrendering."

"What? It seems that Fan Zhong wants to protect their emperor!" At this time, Yesen quickly understood Fan Zhong's true intention.

"Hey! Are you Yesen from the Mongolian tribe?" It was too difficult to lie on the ground and keep the body straight.

"That's right! I am Yesen, the Grand Tutor of the Yuan Dynasty. Little Emperor, do you have anything to say to me?" Yesen looked down at Suning lying on the ground, his face full of contempt for the weak.

"Yesen, no matter what, I am the son of your old friend. Why do you treat me like this?" Suning was very dissatisfied with his current situation.

"Someone, come! Untie the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

"Khan, no! This stinky dragon is still very powerful." Qimugege quickly spoke to Yesen to stop him.

"It doesn't matter! In my Yesen's central military tent, he is a lonely emperor and is of no use." Yesen said to Qimugege indifferently.

"Yesen, you and your grandfather Mahamu have always known our Central Plains best. You should know that my three camps are only a small part of the Ming army and can only be regarded as my personal guards. So I advise you not to enter the Central Plains." Suning started talking nonsense as soon as he regained his freedom of movement.

"Haha, Grand Tutor, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty must be scared silly, right?" The leaders of each tribe laughed indifferently.

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Yesen did not answer the tribal leaders, but showed a thoughtful expression. When the tribal leaders saw Yesen's expression, they all felt a pang in their hearts.

Suning knew that although Yesen and his Tartar army had wiped out 500,000 Ming troops and captured the Ming emperor himself, they were still afraid of the huge Ming Dynasty and did not dare to enter the heartland of the Central Plains at will.

"Dear tribal leaders, don't listen to the nonsense of this Ming Emperor. He is bluffing us. The Ming Dynasty is not as powerful as he says." Soon Yesen realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly pretended to be relaxed and looked at the tribal leaders with different expressions.

"Hmph! Tribal leaders, please don't let Yesen fool you." Suning, of course, noticed the leaders' expressions and loudly revealed the secret between Mahamu and Yesen. "Back then, Yesen's grandfather, Mahamu, hid in the Ming Dynasty and secretly learned for over twenty years. He even taught the Ming army's kidnapper Ma the art, but he was still defeated by my great-grandfather, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty."

"And when my father, Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty, ascended the throne, he defeated Yesen, leaving only thirteen remnants of his army. You, the Mongols, will not gain anything from fighting with the Ming Dynasty."

"Ah? What should we do?" Of course, they also knew a little about these secrets, and these tribal leaders all started to worry.

"Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, I didn't expect that you have such a sharp tongue. You praised the Ming Dynasty so highly, but we still wiped out 500,000 of its troops, and even you, the emperor, were captured by us?" Yesen admired powerful kings the most. He didn't care about Su Ning's verbal attacks, and still looked at Su Ning with sarcasm on his face.

"Yesen, most of those you eliminated were just auxiliary troops of the Ming army. Don't think that capturing me, the emperor, is a big deal. It's simply because I don't know how to march and fight. Besides, there are many descendants of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty. The capital will soon enthrone a new emperor. Your calculations are doomed to fail."

"Nonsense! Your mother is the Empress Dowager of the Ming Dynasty. She will definitely find a way to redeem you." Yesen couldn't help but agree with Suning's statement in his heart, but he was still reluctant to admit it.

"Yesen, are you kidding us?" Suning sensed Yesen's panic and said to him sarcastically, "If it were you, the Mongols, would you obey the orders of a woman?"

"What? Grand Tutor, is what the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty said true?" At this time, these tribal leaders were really anxious. They wanted to gain some benefits by capturing the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. If there really was a new emperor, who would care about the prisoner in front of them.

"Dear tribal leaders, my younger brother is now in charge of the capital. If you don't release me quickly, the Ming court will definitely enthrone my brother soon, and then you will end up with nothing." Looking at the anxious people in front of him, Suning added fuel to the fire again.

"Ah? What should I do?"

"Everyone, there is a saying in the Central Plains called 'one force can defeat ten skills', which means that no matter how many schemes and tricks you have, they are just a joke in front of absolute strength." Looking at the panicked Tartars in front of him, Suning proudly gave them popular science.

"Hmph! How arrogant!" At this time, Yesen's younger brother Bayan Temur angrily drew out his scimitar.

"No! No." Yesen raised his hand to signal his brother Bayan Temur to calm down, then looked at Suning sarcastically and said, "Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, you don't think we will let you go just because you say a few nonsense here, do you?"

"Everyone, since the Qin Dynasty, foreign tribes have been invading our Central Plains. First, there were the Western Rong, the Xiongnu, the Xianbei, the Turks, the Khitan, the Jurchens, and so on. But can you see which ethnic group still exists today?"

"Ah? This and this."

"My fellow tribal leaders, you think we are fighting fist to fist, but it is actually a confrontation between fists and the whole body!" Suning first showed his two fists and collided them, then stretched out a fist and hit Bayan Temur hard on the body.

"Huh?" After being punched by Suning for no reason, Bayan Temur's face became even worse.

"Of course, your punch did cause some damage to our Ming Dynasty, but it can't hurt the foundation of our Ming Dynasty at all. As long as our Ming Dynasty reacts, we will destroy you like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves." Ignoring Bayan Temur's expression, Suning looked at everyone again without caring.

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"In fact, our Ming Dynasty is in the same situation as your Mongols. I am like your Great Khan, Toghtobukha. If your Great Khan's army is destroyed, will you tribes be unable to resist?"

"This..." At this time all the tribal leaders looked at each other, and even Yesen's face changed directly.

"Everyone, after your ancestor Genghis Khan entered the Central Plains, we all became a family, like brothers." Seeing the frightened tribal leader in front of him, Suning immediately softened his tone, no longer as aggressive as at the beginning. "Back then, it was you, the Mongols, who ruled the world, but now it is our turn to rule the world. This is what is called the general trend of the world, or what you often call the will of the Eternal Heaven."

"Actually, we are all one family, like brothers. There's no need to fight like this. We can just sit down and live in peace."

"Enough! Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, it was your uncle Zhang Kejian who killed our herdsmen. It was also you, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who personally led an army of 500,000 to attack us. It was also you, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who were unwilling to do business with our Mongol tribe." At this time, Bayan Temur was rarely smart for a moment and loudly accused Suning.

"Hey! In fact, you shouldn't have killed the king's uncle in the first place. You just need to hand him over to our Ming Dynasty. We Ming Dynasty naturally have laws to punish him. I led the army here just for a matter of face. I didn't really want to attack you. Otherwise, I would have let General Fan Zhong attack you directly. Why change the marching route at will?" Suning suddenly started to make specious arguments. Anyway, he had no opponent in a verbal battle.

"What? Is everything the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty said true?" At this time, the tribal leaders could no longer sit still and really began to question whether they were overreacting.

"Enough! Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, no matter how eloquent you are, we will not let you go." Yesen quickly came to his senses and felt that they had fallen into Suning's language trap.

"Yesen, what exactly do you want to gain by instigating these tribal leaders to attack the Ming Dynasty?" Suning looked at Yesen with an expression of confusion.

"Humph! Of course, it is to occupy the Central Plains and take away the gold, silver, treasures and beauties that belong to us." Of course, Yesen would not reveal his true ambition.

"Actually, if you want to get these things, there are other ways."

"What?" Hearing Suning's words, not only the tribal leaders were surprised, but Yesen couldn't help but be surprised, "Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, you don't mean to let you go, and then you give us these things, right?"

"Of course not! But if you are willing to serve me and become soldiers of my Ming Dynasty, these things are trivial matters." Suning finally stated his purpose.

"What? Emperor of the Great Ming, you're asking us to serve you?" Everyone in the central military tent stared in shock. "Everyone, many of your tribesmen are soldiers of the Great Ming, such as the 3,000th Battalion, one of the three major camps. Not only do they receive a monthly stipend, but their children can also learn to read and write. Those with real talent can even take the imperial examinations and become officials. With money, they can easily purchase food and necessities, so they won't freeze or starve to death like you did during the harsh winter."

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"If you, the Mongols, are willing to unite with our Ming Dynasty, we can crown your tribal leaders as kings, permanently stationing them in various parts of Mongolia. We can also build you a royal palace in the capital. Then, you can have whatever you want."

"Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, are you really willing to make us kings?" Some tribal leaders couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

"Of course! I'm the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, whose words are golden." Su Ning nodded as a matter of course, but soon showed a regretful expression, "But it will no longer be the case soon, because you fools insist on keeping me."

"Hmph! Emperor of the Great Ming, I greatly admire your great-grandfather and father, for they were both heroes on horseback, unlike you, a weakling who can only talk." Looking at these excited tribal leaders before him, Yesen suddenly felt overwhelmed and hurriedly ordered Qimugege to take Suning away. "Qimugege, take this smooth-talking Emperor of the Great Ming away."

"Yes! Great Khan."

Of course, Suning knew that it was impossible to make these tribal leaders surrender with his eloquence, so he just planted a small seed in their hearts.

Suning believed that they would definitely attack the Ming Dynasty under Yesen's instigation. When their offensive against the Ming Dynasty was blocked and they experienced the Ming Dynasty's strategy of using softness to overcome hardness, that is, when this seed sprouted, it might bring him an unexpected surprise.

Originally, he had overcome his initial confusion and bewilderment, and was thinking of dying on the battlefield, but Fan Zhong's sudden attack disrupted all his plans. Hearing their arrogant words in the Tartars' central army tent, Suning wanted to scare them, but as he spoke, he really got excited and wanted to conquer them.

The 500,000-strong army was the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, and now they were all wiped out by his predecessor. Even if he became the emperor of the capital again, he would only be a puppet in the hands of the civil officials. It would be impossible for him to have the kind of power that Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di had. The next emperor of the Ming Dynasty would only be caught in endless struggles with the civil officials.

Dealing with the civil service collective is a very complicated issue, because it has been very easy for them to seize power in all dynasties. Therefore, if Suning did not have his own armed forces, he would rather commit suicide or stay in the grassland for the rest of his life than return to the capital like a joke.

When Suning thought about the coup in the original drama of "The Glory of the Tang Dynasty", he felt a little sick. He felt that it was so ridiculous that it was accomplished by just relying on a villain and two reckless men.

"Hurry up! Stinky Dragon, let me in!"

Qimugege brought Suning to a yurt and pushed Suning in viciously. It was obvious that Qimugege was a little angry with Suning. After all, Suning had killed too many of her subordinates, and now she was almost left alone.

"Eh? General Qimugege, can I ask you a favor?" The situation was stronger than the person, and Suning had to look at Qimugege pleadingly.

"Hmph! Stinky dragon, what are you doing?"

"General Qimuge, I know you must have captured many Ming soldiers, so I would like to ask you to take better care of them and at least not let them starve too much."

"Hmph! Stinky Dragon, you killed so many of my men, why should I help you?"

"General Qimuge, it's very likely that your subordinates will be selected from these prisoners." Looking at the somewhat nervous Qimuge, Suning said patiently, "After all, only if you have your own army can you remain a general, right?"

"Well, what you said makes sense, Choulong." Qimugege nodded in agreement.

"Besides, you captured so many captives to bring back to the grasslands as slaves. If you let them starve to death, you will lose more than you gain."

"Stinky dragon, I didn't expect that you, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, are so smart." Qimugege accepted Suning's ideological indoctrination with simple thinking.

"General Qimuge, I have often studied medicine when I was bored in the palace. If there are any injured prisoners among the Ming army, I can go and treat them. This way, you will have more and more subordinates."

"Yeah, alright! I'll come and call you if I need you."

An army of 500,000 is no small matter. Most of them will surely be defeated or captured, and very few will be directly killed by the Tartar army. Therefore, Suning is not planning to stay in the yurt like a "pig", but is planning to rely on the medicine of the space world to treat the wounded soldiers of the Ming army, which can be regarded as atonement for his predecessor.

Qimuge quickly returned to the yurt where Suning was imprisoned, then looked at Suning and explained, "Choulong, I have asked my subordinates to give food to your Ming army prisoners. Although the quantity is not too much, they will not starve to death."

"General Qimugege, you are truly a fairy from the Eternal Heaven, you are so kind." Now Suning can only rack his brains to offer flattery.

"Humph! Stinky dragon, I didn't expect you to be so nice to talk to." Qimuge couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised when he heard Su Ning's beautiful flattery. "By the way! I have gathered all the Ming army prisoners and wounded together. Go and see if they are healed. Those who can't be treated will be killed by the army."

"Ah? Where are they? Take me there quickly!" Suning hurriedly urged Qimugege anxiously.

"Huh? Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, you seem to have forgotten what to call me?" Qimugege seemed a little unhappy.

"Ah? General Qimuge, please lead the way."

"Well, that's pretty much it."

The so-called gathering of the wounded together actually means putting all the wounded in an open area and letting them fend for themselves there. As soon as Suning arrived here, he was shocked by the wailing sounds, and immediately began to treat them without caring about anything else. Of course, the first to be treated were the seriously injured.

"General Qimugege, please set up a few tents nearby. We can't stay in the open air like this all the time." Suning asked Qimugege while quickly treating the seriously injured.

"Huh! What a trouble." Qimugege reluctantly went downstairs to find help.

"Ah? Your Majesty?" A seriously injured Ming army general saw Su Ning's appearance and immediately widened his eyes in shock. "I am Dong Haochen, the deputy general of the Three Thousand Battalion. Please forgive me for being seriously injured and unable to salute."

"General Dong, you're welcome! I'm sorry for you, that's why you feel so aggrieved." Suning said with some shame.

"Your Majesty, this is not your fault. If you want to blame someone, blame that damn eunuch Wang Zhen. He is the one who deceived your Majesty."

"General Dong, Wang Zhen has died in battle. Let's not talk about him anymore. I'll treat your wounds first."

"Ah? How dare I trouble the emperor?" Dong Haochen quickly declined in surprise.

"General Dong, there is no emperor here, only Ming army prisoners like you."

"Your Majesty." Dong Haochen was deeply moved.

Suning called the lightly wounded soldiers nearby, skillfully untied the armor on Dong Haochen and others, then took out medicine and white bandages, first gave the seriously injured soldiers anti-inflammatory drugs, and then quickly bandaged them up.

The medicine that Suning brought out was a "trump card". It quickly calmed down the entire wounded area, and the wailing gradually disappeared. When Qimugege led his men to set up tents, they found that several of the most seriously injured Ming army prisoners in the group of wounded had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Choulong, can you really cure diseases?" Qimuge looked at Suning in surprise.

"Yes! I won't lie."

"Choulong, can the wounded soldiers of our Yuan Dynasty also come here for treatment?" Qimugege suddenly looked at Suning expectantly.

"Of course! But you have to provide food and tents."

"Okay! Absolutely no problem." Qimugege went to look for someone again in surprise.

Hearing Qimuge's call, Bayan Temur and Khalkha tribe leader Qinggertai came over with their men reluctantly. However, when they saw the large white area in the wounded area in front of them and almost no painful howls, they couldn't help but be surprised. Then Bayan Temur and Qinggertai looked at each other in surprise, and they couldn't help but think of the conversation between Suning and the central army tent just now. The balance in their hearts had unconsciously begun to tilt.

(End of this chapter)