Chapter 235 The rebound under heavy pressure

The first requirement is nothing. To put it bluntly, it is just for money, and they are not doing it in vain.

The royal life is very luxurious, and almost every member of the royal family, especially men, consumes a lot of property when they are buried.

There is nothing reasonable or not to mention that they are asking Zhu Zhanhe to trade.

But the second requirement seems a bit too much.

As long as it was in the feudal dynasty, young and strong men were very popular. Whether they were allowed to farm as ordinary people, or they worked as slaves and sold, young and strong men were the most popular.

Not to mention that beautiful women are valuable, if you really want to talk about it, there are only a small number of so-called beautiful people selected among female slaves. Although the price is high, the volume is very low.

Although the price of a young and strong man is far inferior to that of a top female slave, the amount is extremely large and there is no way to compare with it.

The number of people doubled, the price was halved, and more than 60% of them were young men every time. This was already too much, but Zhu Zhanhe also asked for the number of transactions to double.

This is no longer a transaction, this is the obvious wolf ambition!

"Compared with your side, we have been in the South Ming since the 24th year of Hongwu in the South Ming Dynasty, and our main goal is to be in the west. Even if the South Ming expansion does not have much impact on us, it will not have much impact on us.

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"What about you? What can you bring to me?" Mahamu obviously did not want to be satisfied, but wanted to plan for something bigger.

No, maybe there will be some more, but it depends on Zhu Zhanhe's mood.

Zhu Zhanhe stood on the shore with a smile, as if he was watching Wulube leave, but in fact he was filtering the message in his mind.

As for the second reason, no matter what the result is, he will agree now, as for what will happen in the future...

"You have to know that if I hadn't been soft-hearted, you wouldn't even have the chance."

"Since the eighth year of Yongle in the Southern Ming Dynasty, the Southern Ming first conquered the grasslands in the north, then attacked Jiaozhi in the south, and advanced eastward to Japan. No matter how strong the combat effectiveness of the Ming army was, it would be impossible for them to lose at all."

The loss at the reality level may not be much, but if you have to hand over 10,000 people at a time, a considerable number of people are those whose identities can satisfy Zhu Zhanhe. At the dominant level, this will harm the Shaharu lineage.

It's very big.

In fact, his idea is very simple, there are only two.

"After years of war, it is true that the Ming Dynasty did not suffer much loss, but it is absolutely impossible to have no impact. Zhu Zhanhe is now in Yunnan, and his main forces are people from the Yunnan region. For the climate of the grassland, they

Not necessarily able to adapt.”

Wulube's heart skipped a beat.

Their Oirat had to face the Ming Dynasty, but the other party did not.

A dead soldier has no emotions, nor the right to make decisions.

Nowadays, you have not yet been used to the decline of your status and you have suffered such humiliation. The rebound under this heavy pressure will be quite fierce.

"As it said, the culprit is the best, but if you really can't find out, then find some people who can make us the people of the Ming Dynasty feel that we can let go of this hatred, and this number is..."

Under heavy pressure, there will be a rebound.

The Oirat had to face the enemy of the Ming Dynasty, but since the other party parted ways with his own lineage, his main goal has been to the west.

Although the suspicion of attacking Ming officials was put on Daliba, the Ola still did not find enough evidence, nor did Daliba himself find.

There were only three people in the emptied room. Mahamu looked solemn and said to the two people in front of him.

"At that time, as long as you help, my master will be very sure to sit in the sweat seat."

"As for the current Nanming strength, it is a delusion to say that we want to destroy Nanming, but as long as we work together, we can drive Nanming out of the grassland."

"Shan position?" Mahamu's eyes narrowed.

"Where is your prince?" Ulube said with a smile.

Wulube came from the Timur Empire from afar, but he couldn't even make a one-day trip. He almost landed on the ground and was about to leave.

The white slave did not come out of thin air, he had to go out to catch him, and he had to go through war!

But, as Zhu Zhanhe said, if they hadn't kept their credibility, how could this day be?

"What about Zhu Zhanhe? What are you planning to solve the problem?" Mahamu finally decided to agree.

However, this price was too heavy for the Timur Empire.

No one wants to wait for death, so does Oirat.

"For Zhu Zhanhe, my master believes that as long as we work together, there is a possibility of winning."

Unless your strength is enough to crush everyone, you will have to pay the price if you do something wrong. This is the eternal rule.

"Second, as long as my master sits in the sweat seat and gives my master a few years to stabilize the internal affairs, my master will help you."

By then, who cares about bullshit trading or not?

To put it bluntly, in terms of potato production, the white slave transaction lasted for only three to five years.

Although Wulube had long guessed that Zhu Zhanhe would be too much, he did not expect it to be so excessive that he could not hold it back and exclaimed in surprise.

"My owner said, you don't need to care too much about Zhu Zhanhe."

"My master said that it would be okay if you don't agree, but it's hard to say how far Nanming can develop at that time."

The resentment in Ulube's heart disappeared in an instant.

"Okay..." When Wulube said this, Zhu Zhanhe could hear his back grooves making harsh sounds.

Zhu Zhanhe looked at Wulube with a smile on his face, stretched out a finger, and opened his lips slightly: "Ten thousand people."

"Your Highness, this..."

Let’s talk about it later!

Other Ulube didn't know, but he knew that as long as his father accumulated enough strength, he would immediately attack Haril and the Ottoman Empire.

Ola, Hulan and Hulan lost their warmth.

As for the Ming Dynasty... it is naturally the best to solve it, but if it cannot be solved, it will not have much impact on the other party.

Today, a special person came here, and this person also brought a special person.

"Very good." Zhu Zhanhe expressed his satisfaction with Wulube's attitude.

For the Oirat, there are not many options for them to choose from because they have to face the Ming Dynasty, which is the most important and inevitable problem.

Zhu Zhanhe paused for a moment and looked at Wulube with a smile.

"What could have been solved with one transaction is because of your lack of credibility and the second transaction now."

"Now, even if you sincerely admit your mistake, this matter cannot be revealed, otherwise the majesty of my Ming Dynasty will disappear."

Seeing that the Ming Dynasty became more and more excessive, Ola finally couldn't sit still.

"My owner said that this is our stepping stone and the sincerity we give to you."

"Where do you think?" Zhu Zhanhe also stood up straight and patted Wulube's shoulder with a smile.

"It sounds like I have no reason to refuse..." Mahamu took a deep breath.

The last few words of this person really touched him, because this person was right, what they both faced was different.

"I hope, Your Highness, don't mind it."

No, it should not be said to be two people, because although there are two people in front of Mahamu, they are one living person and the other dead person.

After all, the Timur Empire was an empire that once unified most parts of Central Asia. Even now it was split into two forces, even after years of civil war, even if it was eyed by the Ottoman Empire.

From the beginning to the end, all of this was useless to have a stick of incense.

"What!?"

This doubled the number of people and the number of times, which was enough to put the Timur Empire under great pressure on money and food, and the price was halved...

But they can still afford this consumption.

"What my master wants is your help, so that my master can ascend to the position of Khan."

"There are two benefits." The living dead still had a stiff expression.

"We need a long time to prepare, so I think Ulube doesn't have this blessing..."

"Zhu Zhanhe is a very outstanding and decisive person. He is a talent that may not have appeared in the Central Plains for thousands of years, but no matter how outstanding a talent is, it must be based on a solid foundation."

But even so, Ulube gritted his teeth and agreed.

Not only did he not care, he even felt that the earlier this rebound, the better.

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The rebound under heavy pressure was not limited to the Timur Empire. When the court was under the banner of Zhu Zhanhe and constantly suppressing the Wala, the rebound also appeared on the grassland.

It seems that there has been a while since the news from the Sultan of Delhi.

"You should also be clear about the situation over us. Now that the internal chaos is in progress, my master has a good chance."

"I have been in a dilemma, bullying, and killing my people in Daming before. I asked you to hand over a thousand people to let us deal with it, but you are trying to make things difficult for me. All you are looking for are ordinary people and slaves, but they still don't understand.

The kind in Chinese.”
To be continued...