Ming Dynasty: Charge, Emperor Yongle!

In the fifth year of Hongwu's reign, in early July, Hara and Lin.

This is the warmest and most humid time of the year, the rainy season has arrived, and there is a large temperature difference between day and night.

Sixty thousand ragged herdsmen stood on the training ground of Wan'an Palace, their timid eyes unable to look directly at the boy on the stage.

"I am Zhu Di, the fourth son of the Ming Emperor, the Prince of Yan!"

Addressing everyone, Zhu Di spoke loudly in Mongolian.

"brush!!!"

The herdsmen all looked up, staring at the young man from the Ming Dynasty with surprise and doubt.

The fact that the son of the Ming emperor actually appeared here is truly astonishing!

"The Mongols conquered vast territories for the Yuan Dynasty."

"They are all subjects of the Eternal Heaven, yet some live in palaces and enjoy fine clothes and delicacies."

"You are relegated to a life of slavery, worse than even a mastiff. Is that fair?"

The resounding words echoed throughout the drill ground, causing the long-numbed hearts of the herders present to tremble.

"Despicable Ming dogs!"

"We are the princes and noble sons of the Great Yuan!"

"How dare you!"

Just then, a large group of richly dressed Mongols appeared before the herdsmen. These were their former high and mighty masters, but now they were being escorted to them by the Ming army like pigs and dogs.

"Look at them, and then look at you."

Is this world fair?

Pointing at the princes and nobles of the Northern Yuan, Zhu Di turned his gaze to the 60,000 herdsmen, his voice resounding.

"That's not fair!"

Batu and the others instantly erupted in anger, roaring in unison.

"That's not fair!"

"That's not fair!"

At that moment, the resentment that had been building up in the hearts of the other herders erupted, and their roars shook the heavens and the earth.

Dark-skinned faces stared intently at the Northern Yuan princes and nobles on the stage, wishing they could skin them alive.

"You damned scum, are you going to rebel?"

A prince from the Northern Yuan Dynasty glared at the herdsmen present, and a single sentence he blurted out completely enraged them.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The hatred of the 60,000 herders is like a surging river, endless and impossible to wash away.

This is the filth accumulated over the past hundred years from the rise to the fall of the Mongol Empire. The lower-class Mongols who also sacrificed their lives for the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty never enjoyed any rights that belonged to them. Instead, they were treated like livestock, slaughtered, trampled, and enslaved at will.

Throughout Chinese history, there have been many unified dynasties. The Yuan Dynasty never changed its fundamental nature as a slave society. The Manchu Qing Dynasty, having learned from the lessons of the Yuan Dynasty, regarded all Jurchens as a privileged class and placed them on a pedestal, thus ensuring the basic foundation of their rule, which was dominated by Jurchens.

"Hand them over."

Zhu Di waved his hand, indicating.

"Yes."

Zhu Neng gave a look to the Ming soldiers behind him, and the Ming soldiers escorted several hundred Northern Yuan princes and nobles into the crowd.

"No, what do you want?"

"Let me go! I am the brother-in-law of the Northern Yuan Emperor!"

"How dare you! What do you lowly people think you're doing?"

Upon seeing the herdsmen surrounding them, the princes and nobles of the Northern Yuan were terrified and spoke sternly.

"Kill him!"

Upon hearing these words, the furious herders' pent-up frustration and resentment were completely ignited. They rushed forward and began tearing and biting with their hands and mouths.

"ah?!"

In an instant, screams and cries of agony filled the training ground as hundreds of Northern Yuan princes and nobles were besieged by tens of thousands of herdsmen. The sounds grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely.

"Your Highness, Prince Yan."

Zhu Neng and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

"hehe."

To everyone's surprise, Zhu Di was not afraid at all; instead, a smile appeared on his face.

These herdsmen, with the blood of the Northern Yuan nobles on their hands, naturally became allies of the Ming army, and could never go back to the way things were before.

By this time, the commotion on the field had gradually subsided, and the angry herders dispersed one after another, revealing the hundreds of mangled, unrecognizable corpses. Some of the more timid herders, regaining their senses, couldn't help but feel fear.

"The Emperor of Northern Yuan has been captured by me and will soon be sent to the capital of the Great Ming Dynasty: Yingtian Prefecture."

"From this day forward, the Ming Dynasty will be the sole master of this grassland."

"In the name of the Prince of Yan of the Great Ming Dynasty, I promise you that women, children and the elderly will receive a lamb, a family of three will receive a packhorse and a pair of breeding sheep, a family of five will receive a packhorse and two pairs of breeding sheep, and a family of ten will receive a horse and three pairs of breeding sheep."

"As long as you pay your taxes on time, no one can continue to be high above you and enslave you."

"The Ming army will stand up for you and slaughter all invading enemies!"

Zhu Di announced loudly.

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Ming Dynasty!"

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Ming Dynasty!"

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Ming Dynasty!"

Sixty thousand herdsmen roared in unison, their eyes gleaming with hope, their faces filled with longing and loyalty to the Ming Dynasty.

Although there weren't many packhorses and sheep, they represented a new beginning for them. After all, they had once been slaves of the Northern Yuan princes and nobles, not even owning themselves, let alone their own livestock.

"Zhu Neng, you are in charge of this area, with Batu assisting."

"Everyone was registered according to their family and age, and then divided into packhorses, lambs, and breeding sheep."

"Anyone who dares to embezzle will be killed on the spot!"

Zhu Di's face was cold and stern as he issued the order in a stern voice.

"Yes."

Zhu Neng and Batu accepted the order immediately.

Immediately, organized by the Ming army, 60,000 herdsmen were registered in an orderly manner at the drill ground, and each of them received their livestock, with bright smiles on their faces.

At that moment, the words "Ming Dynasty" fell into the hearts of these Mongols like a comet, leaving a deep imprint on their minds.

Those who have constant property have constant hearts. These herdsmen have obtained the freedom and livestock they had longed for from the Ming Dynasty. They will be the most loyal subjects of the Ming Dynasty, and also the most cruel enemies of the Northern Yuan.

These are the seeds sown by the Ming Empire in the northern desert, which will one day spread across the grasslands, bathing the entire desert grasslands in the rule of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Highness."

"Fire is really here."

Tan Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to report.

"Oh?"

Raising an eyebrow, Zhu Di ordered, "Summon Huo Li Huo Zhen. Have all one thousand men he brought move into Wan'an Palace and have a meal and rest first."

"Yes."

Tan Yuan responded and went to make the arrangements.

A moment later, in the main hall of Wan'an Palace, the disheveled Huo Li Huo Zhen met Prince Yan, Zhu Di, and couldn't contain his excitement.

"Your Highness, Prince Yan."

"You really did it!"

"Fire True Man, I am ashamed that you have had such a long and tiring journey!"

Zhu Di patted him on the shoulder as encouragement.

"Your Highness is too kind."

"It is my honor to witness Your Highness's magnificent feat."

Although Huo Li Huo Zhen looked tired, his eyes shone brightly as he stared at Zhu Di.

With only 800 men, the Prince of Yan captured the capital of the Northern Yuan, Karakorum, and took the Northern Yuan emperor and his concubines prisoner. What an extraordinary feat!