The combat effectiveness of the 3,000 battalions is no longer what it used to be. Facing a mere 300 Mongolian cavalry, they don't take it seriously at all.

First, find a place suitable for an ambush, hide, wait for the opponent to approach, and then charge to end the battle.

Li Zhen dragged a Mongolian man by his braids in front of Zhu Qizhen, kicked him to the ground, and cursed: "You dare to resist, you bitch. If the emperor hadn't told you to keep him alive, I would have chopped you up on the spot!"

This man was sitting on the ground, not to be outdone, and kept yelling curses in Mongolian.

Zhu Qizhen asked: "Hey, can you speak Chinese?"

The other party ignored him at all and continued to yell and curse, with an angry look on his face.

At this time, Feng Yi on the side seemed to have seen the light of day and said quickly: "Let me tell you, Your Majesty, the common people know some Mongolian and can help translate for Your Majesty!"

"Who asked you to translate!" Zhu Qizhen frowned and said, "Go away!"

"Yes Yes!"

Feng Yi hurriedly stepped aside, trembling, not daring to express his anger.

Zhu Qizhen turned to Li Zhen again and said dissatisfied: "Why did you bring him back?"

Li Zhen scratched her head and said doubtfully: "Didn't the Emperor say that he wanted to keep someone alive..."

"What's the use of this person you caught alive? Can you understand what this man said?"

Li Zhen shook her head and said, "I don't understand!"

"That's it!" Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and said, "Pull it down and chop it!"

"yes!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

A miracle happened. The Mongolian suddenly could speak Chinese.

"Whatever you want to ask, just ask me, but don't kill me!"

"Bloody bones!" Zhu Qizhen sighed and asked, "Is your name Chahantai?"

"Yes, the full name is Tuohuan Chahantai!"

"Tatar?"

"Yes, from the Tatar tribe!"

"You said you don't just herd sheep on the grassland, why did you come all the way to Ming Dynasty?"

"this……"

Seeing Chahantai's hesitant look, Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and said: "Cut it off!"

"I said, I said!" Chahantai swallowed and continued, "Yes... I made an appointment with Cao Jixiang and his son to enter the imperial city and help him win the throne."

These words are basically the same as what Feng Yi said just now, and the matter is already very clear.

"How did you get in touch?"

"letter!"

Chahantai took out a stack of letters from his body. Fan Zhong, worried that there was fraud, stepped forward to take it and handed it to Zhu Qizhen.

"These are all letters exchanged between us. What I tell is the truth and I have nothing to hide."

Zhu Qizhen glanced at it for a few times, then put it aside and said solemnly: "I want to ask you the last question, how did you cross the Great Wall with these people?"

Chahantai wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face was very troubled.

Zhu Qizhen had no patience at all and waved his hand: "Cut it, chop it!"

"No, don't chop!" Chahantai did not dare to hesitate anymore and said truthfully, "We have internal support at Huangya Pass."

"Okay, okay!"

Zhu Qizhen smiled instead of being angry and said: "My soldiers are all very good!"

Li Zhen grew more and more angry as she listened, and couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, I will lead the troops to Huangya Pass tomorrow!"

"No need!"

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and said: "There is no need to rush for such a small matter. You can go to Beijing with my decree overnight and tell them that I am back!"

"yes!"

Fan Zhong looked at Feng Yi, who was curled up like a quail, and asked: "Your Majesty, how should we deal with this guy?"

Zhu Qizhen said expressionlessly: "What should a rebel do according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Kill the nine tribes!"

Feng Yi hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy: "The common people realize that they are wrong, please beg the emperor to have mercy, the emperor has mercy!"

Fan Zhong stepped forward and kicked him out, cursing: "You bitch, why didn't you think of asking the emperor for mercy when you were plotting a rebellion?"

"Be gentle!" Zhu Qizhen said, "Don't kill him. He will still be useful when he returns to Beijing tomorrow!"

Fan Zhong said bitterly: "I'm just unhappy, but such a dog dares to rebel!"

"Why do you have to fight with such a small fish and shrimp? Save your energy and fight the tiger tomorrow!"

"Yes!" Fan Zhong picked up the bronze hammer he carried with him and said with excitement, "I want to smash the heads of these traitors to pieces one by one in front of all the officials!"

In the early morning, before the sun rose, the Three Thousand Battalion was already ready to go.

There was a faint sound of horse hooves coming from ahead. Fan Zhong stepped forward to check and saw dozens of fast horses approaching.

He saw Li Zhen at a glance. Behind Li Zhen, there was also an acquaintance, Yuan Bin, the royal guard.

"Your Majesty, Uncle Xiangcheng is back!"

Zhu Qizhen nodded and said: "Give me the order and get ready to go!"

Li Zhen, Yuan Bin and others dismounted and hurried over.

"The humble minister Yuan Bin bows to the emperor, long live my emperor!"

Zhu Qizhen came to Yuan Bin and stretched out his hand to help him up.

"Yuan Qing's family, why are you crying?"

"I...I am...worried about the Emperor..."

Yuan Bin was so excited that tears filled his eyes and his words were incoherent.

"I'm back, haven't I? Come on, wipe your tears quickly and let the soldiers see what you're like?"

"Yes Yes……"

Yuan Bin was really worried that as a royal guard, he failed to protect the emperor. He always felt deeply derelict in his duty. He had been sleeping hard these days. Today, he finally had the emperor back. How could he not be excited.

Li Zhen stepped forward and said: "I have sent the emperor's order to return to the capital. His Royal Highness, King Tan, led all the officials to greet him outside Andingmen!"

"Okay!" Zhu Qizhen nodded and immediately ordered, "Pass on my orders and return to Beijing!"

Two thousand soldiers escorted Zhu Qizhen to the south in a mighty manner. When the army was still ten miles away from the capital, Forbidden Army scouts began to appear in front, constantly passing news of the army back to the capital. The streets of the capital were already deserted.

In the capital, from the civil and military officials to the common people, they were all waiting for the triumphant return of the Ming Emperor.

This time the army went on an expedition, although they turned defeat into victory in the later stage, they still lost hundreds of thousands of people in the early stage. At most, they were tied with Wala.

But it was different when the emperor returned to Beijing.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god of war for his military exploits such as being able to retreat completely from deep into the desert alone.

The outside of Anding Gate is very wide and usually very cold. However, now, headed by King Zhu Qiyu, the civil and military officials are divided into two groups, divided into big and small, and are listed on both sides. There are as many as a hundred people.

Hu Xi, the Minister of Rites, was seventy-five years old. Zhu Qiyu had someone prepare a mat for him, but the old man insisted on not using it.

The Ministry of Ceremonies has been preparing for a long time to welcome the Holy Emperor this time.

The sound of horse hooves ahead was getting closer and closer. The Three Thousand Battalion was approaching the capital. However, they did not split up and return to their bases as before. Instead, they continued to march towards Yongding Gate with neat steps.

Hu Xi suddenly frowned and said, "What's going on? Why are they all here?"

According to the etiquette, when the army returns from the expedition, except for the imperial guards who escorted them, all other troops must return to their respective stations.

Zhang Fu was beside him and said: "The emperor must have a deep meaning in making this arrangement. I will just wait patiently."

Hu Bi shook his head and said nothing more.

In his heart, as long as the emperor returns safely, these details are no longer important.

Finally, a fast horse came rushing towards us, and the man on the horse was Li Zhen, the Bo of Xiangcheng.

"The Emperor has a decree, and His Royal Highness Prince Tan comes forward to greet you!"

"I obey the decree!"

After Zhu Qiyu kowtowed, he stood up and walked forward.

Li Zhen added: "Those whose names are called below, go and greet him!"

The ministers couldn't help but look at each other. We have been kneeling here for a long time. Come here quickly. Everyone shouts long live, and then happily enter the city. Why do you need to roll your name?

Li Zhen looked around for a week and continued to shout: "Cao Jixiang, the ceremonial supervisor, Ma Shun, the commander of the Jinyiwei, Shi Heng, the left counselor of Datong, Shi Biao, the commander of Datong, Xu Jue, the lecturer of the Hanlin Academy, and Cao Qin, the commander of the Jinyiwei!"

"

Everyone didn't know why, they thought these people were going to become famous, and everyone's eyes were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Those whose names were called were all frightened, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.

Cao Jixiang looked at Ma Shun, Ma Shun looked at Shi Heng, and Shi Heng looked at Xu Jue. No one dared to move.

When Li Zhen saw this, she urged: "Please hurry up and greet us!"

"I...I obey your order!"

In desperation, these people had no choice but to go forward, praying silently in their hearts, hoping that nothing would happen.

Li Zhen glanced at them and couldn't help but sneer secretly, "You guys dare to rebel?"
Chapter completed!