Kunming, in the palace of Prince Liang of Yunnan Province, the nearly sixty-year-old Bo'er Jijin Bazala Valmi was scolding his generals with an angry look on his face.
Kneeling in the middle was Situ Pingzhang, the son of Dalima, who lost Qujing and lost one hundred thousand elite troops. He was scolded so hard that he could not raise his head and could only keep kneeling on one knee.
The only sound in the room was King Liang's increasingly heavy breathing, and everyone else lowered their heads. Even after King Liang finished cursing and asked for countermeasures, the group remained silent.
"Everyone get out!"
Liang Wangxu was angry and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was filled with fear and resentment in his heart. These wolf cubs had different intentions, and they had to be prepared, otherwise they would probably capture him and become a stepping stone for them to surrender to the Ming army.
After everyone had dispersed, Prince Liang walked out from the side with a cheerful face: "Qujing is lost, and Kunming won't be able to defend it for long. The people below have already begun to look for a way out. Father, we'd better leave as soon as possible."
"Let's go? Where are we going? If I leave here, will I still be the Prince of Liang in the Yuan Dynasty, and will you still be the crown prince? Without my identity, wherever I go, I will be dead sooner or later!"
The Crown Prince of Liang was not a qualified heir, because it was precisely because of this that the Prince of Liang did not hesitate to turn against the Duan family of Dali and poison his son-in-law Duan Gong.
"Then...I heard that many Mongolians served in the Ming Dynasty. Although they are definitely not as good as before, at least they are not still alive."
Even the anger on King Liang's face disappeared, and he asked his son numbly: "Aren't you a blood descendant of Genghis Khan? Aren't you a descendant of Kublai Khan? You have the blood of Hu Gechi, the great Yunnan king, on your body.
You are the king of this land, do you want to abandon your throne and let others ride on you as a cow or sheep that can be skinned and eaten at any time?"
The Crown Prince of Liang resigned and retreated in embarrassment, leaving Prince Liang with a sad look on his face. It was no big deal that the people below had different intentions, but his own son was like this, so what else could he hope for?
Prince Liang, who rushed back to his courtyard, stopped and looked back, but in the end he did not look back. His wife and children in the house had already packed away the gold and silver items according to his instructions.
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Qu Jing, Tang He sent the people away with kind faces, looked back at Mu Ying and Xu Yungong said: "Kunming may be settled without a fight."
The two of them clasped their fists and laughed: "To subjugate the enemy without fighting, the commander is mighty!"
"Haha, using force to suppress someone is not a skill."
"Those who are good at fighting have no great merits. Those who have the strength but do not use it are inferior. Those who do not use dangerous tactics are inferior."
Tang He returned to the commander's seat and sat down: "Wenying, Feng Cheng is on the way back. You should set off now. Kunming and Dali are all set. It's time for this battle to end."
Mu Ying promised loudly, and Xu Yungong on the side clasped his fists at him: "I wish you success!"
Mu Ying turned around and patted her little brother on the shoulder: "After I leave, the generals here will be led by you. They must be carefully restrained and obey the commander's military orders. The court's money and food are tight, so don't cause unnecessary troubles."
"promise."
Mu Ying bowed to Tang He and retreated. His troops had already been prepared and ready to go immediately. Even without Duan's troops, they were enough to suppress all the native tribes in Yunnan.
After Mu Ying left, Tang He looked at Xu Yungong and said: "Yunnan is settled, but it is not at peace. Most of the troops in the southern expedition are to stay and establish guard posts to control the situation. After I return to Beijing, Wenying should take over the military power."
Xu Yungong responded with a calm face: "Except for my uncle, among the generals, only brother Mu Ying has enough qualifications and prestige to be able to command and control the various ministries. He also has the trust of His Majesty and His Highness. This is how it should be."
Tang He smiled with satisfaction and said: "It's good if you think so. You are still young. Don't rush to compete for power with others. You must know that if you don't fight, you will fight, and if you fight, you won't fight."
"Thank you uncle for your teaching."
Tang He looked solemn, stood up and looked at the terrain map behind him and ordered: "Lead an army straight to Kunming, and when you get to the city, surround three and let one go. There is no need to rush to attack the city. Then let Fu Zhong and Feng Cheng send their troops north to Usa as a countermeasure.
, sent an order to Cao Zhen, Wang Bi, Jin Chaoxing and others to lead 50,000 troops and attack the Bijie areas of Lin'an to the south!"
"promise!"
Not long after Xu Yungong retreated, the sound of the mobilization of troops inside and outside Qujing City was heard in all directions. Tang He, as if he had lost all his mental energy, lay back on his chair, staring above blankly.
My last battle is coming to an end, which is actually not bad. I opened up territory for the Ming Dynasty and brought the entire Yunnan under its control. How do I put it? I ended the affairs of the king and the world and won a reputation both before and after my life. This pity happened in vain.
!
I touched my hair unconsciously. It was actually fine. There were just a few white hairs scattered here and there. Although there were hidden bruises left by seeing me in the morning, I was still not even fifty after all.
But as Liaodong and Yunnan were conquered, and Li Wenzhong was in charge of northern Xinjiang, there was no room for him to use him anymore. Even Xu Da was reduced to sitting in charge of patrolling the Jiangnan garrison.
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In Liaodong, Naha Chu has lost a lot of weight in the past few months. He has just put down the rebellion of the Jurchen tribes, killed more than a dozen tribal leaders, and finally stabilized the rear.
But the soldiers under his command were demoralized. Not to mention returning to Goryeo to continue fighting with Li Chenggui, it was difficult to maintain the status quo. A large number of soldiers fled the camp every night, and they were killed endlessly.
Looking at the letter sent by his son in his hand, Naha couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. You are a fool who is worse than a pig or a dog. You are given a garden to manage a knight camp and you only have a thousand people under your command. You are so happy.
Don't you know that you and I exchanged half of Liaodong and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses for this? If a tiger father gives birth to a dog son, he should be thrown out to feed the wolves in the first place.
He took a deep breath, and then solemnly and cautiously tore open the handwritten letter from the Prince of Ming Dynasty that came with this letter from home. Nearly half of the words in the opening paragraph were polite greetings.
It was meaningless at first, but Nahachu still studied it patiently and carefully. He had already come to this point, and there was no chance to look back.
After reading the last word, Nahachu closed his eyes and thought again and again: "Come here, send Qingqi to chase back the leaders of the Jurchen tribe. If you don't want to come back, bring back their heads!"
The staff member first agreed, but after much thought, he finally advised: "It is easy to kill those leaders, but they still have brothers and sons in their respective tribes. How can they just give up? The rebellion that was just suppressed may be repeated again."
"Send the order!"
"yes."
Naha called out another trusted general and ordered: "Immediately lead the troops and horses to the Oduoli tribe, and take away its leader, Houmu Yewuju, and all his children, especially his three-year-old son Meng Ge.
Bring Timur!"
The general didn't know what was going on, but he still promised to be loyal. When he was about to go down, he heard: "After getting the man, destroy the Odo tribe. As long as there are men who have passed the wheel, kill them all."
"Follow your orders!"
In fact, not only this general, but also Nahachu didn't understand why the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty would pay attention to and specifically ask for such a trivial matter. Are you trying to beat me up?
No matter how obediently he obeyed, it was alright. In the bitter cold land of Liaodong, he had endured for Dayuan for so many years, so he was worthy of them. It was not that he was disloyal, but that the gang in the grassland did not live up to expectations.
He also called another trusted general and asked him to take three thousand elite troops to Goryeo. When he got there, someone would be there to pick him up, and he could just follow his orders.
As the strength of his troops weakened, Naha Chu felt more at ease. He did not have the ability of Emperor Taizu Shizu. He could not hold the sky and rebuild the Mongol Empire with one hand. He could only find a good way out for himself and his children and grandchildren.
It's just that I have some heartache. I had some grievances with the Ming Emperor in the past. This time I surrendered, I had to donate treasures to resolve the conflict. Fortunately, in the past few years, I occupied Liaodong and robbed a lot from the Jurchen tribes and Goryeo. It was easy to give away.
Not that distressed.
Immediately, he no longer hesitated and wrote an extremely disgusting and flattering handwritten letter, and arranged for someone to immediately deliver it to His Majesty the Ming Emperor to show his surrender.
I decided to write it again when I wanted to, but unfortunately I was in a hurry, so I could only instruct my staff to write such a letter one letter a day. After drafting it, I handed it over to him for copying, and he must show his sincerity.