Chapter 296 The sequelae of fear

What changes will the emergence of Zhu Yunwen bring to the Ming Dynasty?

Zhu Zhanhe didn't know, and he didn't care, because Zhu Yunwen was just a knot in the old man's heart, and he was only responsible for helping the old man open this knot.

As for how the court dealt with Zhu Yunwen, that was his uncle and cousin's business and had nothing to do with him.

This Zhu Yunwen was a gift he gave to the old man. Although he got it accidentally, it also made the old man feel at ease.

As for whether Zhu Yunwen would get any information from his filial piety, it didn't matter. Anyway, that was a problem that his uncle needed to solve.

Whether his uncle will use Zhu Yunwen to consolidate his position has nothing to do with Zhu Zhanhe.

However, what Zhu Zhanhe didn't expect was that instead of him being anxious, others were becoming anxious.

And... I'm anxious for him.

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When asked how to attack Astrakhan, Zhu Zhanhe thought of many methods, but in the end he chose a method that everyone could not understand.

Zhu Zhanhe asked some horses to be found, and then "disguised" the bodies of several of Shaharul's previous guards, and finally put them on them, letting the horses carry the corpses, and slowly moved toward them.

Go to Astrakhan.

Zhu Zhanhe said nothing, but Ulugbo next to him snorted coldly.

"Your Highness, are they crazy?" Jian Xiao followed Zhu Zhanhe and looked at the Ming army cleaning Astrakhan, which had become an empty city, with a puzzled face.

"They are afraid because about a few decades ago, there was a horrific plague here. At that time, people died every day. Basically, three or four out of ten people died, or even more."

"Say it or not, you will die, right?" Ulugh Bo knelt on the ground and gave Zhu Zhanhe a mocking smile.

Stopping losses in time is a good habit that Zhu Zhanhe felt he had. This is why he brought so many Asans with him when he attacked Timur's empire.

Not to mention that alcohol consumes a lot of food, given the scale of war in this era, a small amount of alcohol is useless, so it was always thrown aside by Zhu Zhanhe.

Not only rice and wheat can be used to make wine, but also sweet potatoes and potatoes can be used to make wine. Only then did Zhu Zhanhe begin to prepare a large amount of alcohol.

At the beginning, no one except Ulugh Beg felt it. Only Ulugh Beg, a special person, was very excited.

Whatever they want to say...just say whatever they want.

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"Even now, this plague has not disappeared, but it is no longer transmitted on a large scale. That's why they are so scared when they see those corpses."

As for what future generations will say about him? Whether it's brutal or dehumanizing, he doesn't care.

The next day, the whole of Astrakhan rioted.

However, this situation did not last long.

"Besides, even if it's cunning, if it can make my future conquests go so smoothly, cunning will be considered cunning."

Zhu Zhanhe looked satisfied, Ulugh Bo looked sad, and only Jian smiled with doubts on his face.

"Put yourself in my shoes. If you were defending the city and the enemy suddenly threw in several corpses suspected of being infected with smallpox, wouldn't you be scared?"

"Don't just nod!" Zhu Zhanhe kicked Jian Xiao again.

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"snort……"

Zhu Zhanhe was aware of the alcohol problem when he attacked Japan.

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At first, he didn't care about the alcohol problem, because the early Ming Dynasty was the early stage of Little Glacier, and the climate was already getting colder. After all, there was a lot of snow in places like Yingtianfu at that time.

Of course, the most important thing at that time was that Jian Xiao and the other three had returned and brought back the grains Zhu Zhanhe needed.

It wasn't until the Eastern Expedition to the Japanese Kingdom and when they were rushing to land on the beach, Zhu Zhanhe saw that the Japanese Kingdom, which was obviously very weak in combat effectiveness, still caused more than 3,000 casualties to the Ming army, and then he took it seriously.

"What you say is a bit naive." Zhu Zhanhe walked leisurely in the city of Astrakhan with a smile on his face.

"Didn't I have people bring a lot of alcohol here before? Take people to find those dark corners and splash it. Try to take care of every corner. I will ask people to bring some more when I send food and grass."

He didn't know what there was to fear about the few corpses, which frightened the entire Astrakhan people. Even if they rushed out to face the Ming army's attack, they still had to rush out.

"Okay, let's talk about it." After thinking about everything, Zhu Zhanhe began to interrogate Ulugh Bo.

"Okay, stop being curious." Zhu Zhanhe smiled and kicked Jian Xiao.

Considering that a lot of food was needed to deal with the Little Ice Age, and that the old man was busy preparing to move the capital to Shuntianfu, compile the Yongle Grand Ceremony, and sail to the West, the imperial court did not have much food left.

People were panic-stricken and rushed to escape Astrakhan. Even though there were Ming troops waiting on the south, north and east sides of Astrakhan, they still rushed out as if they were dead.

"We are all old acquaintances. You also know what kind of person I am."

Since ancient times, especially for the Mongolian people, the only difference between victory and defeat in a war is probably the rotten Confucian people in the Central Plains who still care about things other than victory.

"What's cunning or not? Your ancestors lived in the north of the Central Plains after all. You should know something about Han culture, and you should know the saying 'A soldier never tires of deceit'."

When Uluru Bo heard this, his face darkened.

"Yes." Zhu Zhanhe admitted frankly.

"yes!"

According to what he knew, although the Black Death in Europe had passed, the plague would continue to coexist with it in European history until the mid-seventeenth century.

"However, I have said that you can choose your way of death, but if you don't tell me, then I will have to choose for you."

Indeed, what kind of cunning person? That was just a reason for him to force himself to comfort himself.

"Cunning man!"

The yellow sand has covered the ages, and after the merits have passed, posterity will say.

Jian Xiao nodded clearly.

I have to say that Zhu Zhanhe's words are still very lethal.

For descendants of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, as long as they can win, they can use any strategy.

It can only be said that the imperial court at that time had not yet reached the point where Yin was eating Mao grain.

As for whether alcohol can kill the plague virus and whether it can be effective without a sprayer, Zhu Zhanhe didn't think much about it. He just wanted to have peace of mind.

Zhu Zhanhe has always never given people a choice between life and death. Anyone caught by him will choose two paths, but they are both dead ends.

The difference is that one died quickly, while the other died after being tortured until he couldn't bear it.

Zhu Zhanhe felt that the choice he gave was actually more intimidating, because in this situation, in this hostile mode, the idea of ​​giving people a way to survive was immediately false.

But I am different, everything I say is true.
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