Wang Baobao comforted the two people around him, and then said to Zhu Biao: "With your status, you are not willing to use your body as a bait, it must not only be for us, right?"
The general of Xanadu is my old subordinate. As long as you let go of my brothers, you can easily open the city gate with my handwriting and destroy my Yuan Dynasty in one fell swoop. How about that?"
Zhu Biao squinted his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "But since the King of Henan wants to send a big gift, I will not be respectful."
Wang Baobao was silent for a while after hearing this, then suddenly said with a smile: "Once this king dies, what hope does Dayuan have?"
Liu Bowen had someone prepare pen and ink a long time ago and asked a soldier to deliver it to Wang Baobao. After a while, the letter was written. Zhu Biao ordered someone to put it away without even reading it.
Zhu Biao looked solemn and said to Wang Baobao: "King Zhongxiang and King Henan, their father and son, have been involved in the national destiny of the Yuan Dynasty for decades. It is a pity that they were born at the wrong time and the fate of the Northern Yuan Dynasty passed away. Please kill yourself and return your soul to the embrace of the Changsheng Heaven."
, don’t worry about the future, I will be buried with honors!”
Wang Baobao turned around and patted his younger brother and sister on the shoulders. He looked at their lucky looks of escaping from death. He wanted to say something but didn't say it out loud. Soldiers are not afraid of deceit. The other party didn't care about the handwritten letter, so how could they bypass their lives.
He turned around and looked at Zhu Biao and said thank you, then looked at the sky and said a few words in his native language, and suddenly cut his own neck with a knife. A generation of heroes who symbolized the national destiny of Bei Yuan died.
Zhu Biao and others watched all this in silence. Wang Baobao fell into his sister's arms, spitting blood from his mouth. He wanted to breathe but couldn't because his throat was cut. Looking at the crying sister in front of him,
There was pity in his eyes, and then he thought about his magnificent life, smiled reluctantly, and then lost consciousness.
Some of Wang Baobao's pro-soldiers attacked the Ming army crazily, hoping to die in battle, while others kowtowed to Wang Baobao's body and then slit themselves with knives and followed the king underground. In the end, only the brother and sister and hundreds of relatives were left in the audience.
Jun shed tears for the passing of Wang Baobao.
Zhu Biao ordered people to carry out Wang Baobao's body, then looked at the remaining people coldly and said: "Your brother and commander-in-chief are both dead, what are you waiting for?"
Wang Baobao's younger brother Tuoyin Timur gritted his teeth and looked at Zhu Biao and said: "My eldest brother has already sacrificed everything for our lives. Are you going to betray your promise, your majestic prince?"
Zhu Biao ignored him, turned around and waved his hand, and with their vicious curses, everything was over!
Not a single person brought by Wang Baobao survived, including that woman.
This is what war is like, the loser has no right to negotiate terms.
Finally, Zhu Biao said: "When a hero dies, there should be no burial bodies. Bury his younger brothers and sisters beside him, as well as those righteous men who committed suicide."
Zhu Biao never thought of keeping Wang Baobao's sister, unless Wang Baobao was not dead. In order to be gentle with him, Zhu Biao might be willing to accept the prototype of "Zhao Min". Unfortunately, Wang Baobao died.
Zhu Biao glanced around. When all the soldiers saw that the last enemy was dead, they slowly relaxed. Their expressions changed from ferocious to numb. Now they just wanted to eat and sleep.
Zhu Biao naturally knew it, looked at everyone and said: "Those who want to eat now can go and eat. Those who don't want to eat can stand aside and follow the team back to the camp to rest. There will be a good meal in the evening!"
Only a few people went to eat, and more people wanted to go back to the safe and familiar military camp to lie down for a while.
Zhu Biao asked the injured person to seek medical treatment immediately. Unfortunately, there are no antibiotics available now, and most of the time it depends on God's will.
The troops in the rear army suffered very few casualties, so they were left to clean up the battlefield. When they saw those who were still alive, they not only dealt with the opponent's, they also had to go up and give a good blow to their own people who were no longer able to be saved.
There are still many things to be done, such as gathering weapons and scattered horses, and sending people to take over Peking City.
Zhu Biao himself felt exhausted and asked to send more scouts to contact the front army, and then returned to the original garrison camp with Liu Jin and others.
Under Liu Jin's service, he took off his armor. Although there was no blood on his body, his inner clothes were soaked with sweat. Today's weather was by no means hot. I think it was all cold sweat. After taking the water bag and taking a few big sips, Zhu
Biao closed his eyes tiredly.
I slept in a hazy sleep, my mind filled with all kinds of bloody scenes, and I even dreamed that he and Wang Baobao had switched positions, that he was surrounded, and finally he had no choice but to commit suicide with his sword...
When he woke up again, it was already early the next morning. Zhu Biao got up, patted his cheeks and walked outside. His eyes were somewhat darkened by the bright sunlight.
Liu Jin was walking over with steamed buns and ginseng chicken soup. When he saw Zhu Biao, he hurriedly said: "Master, you are awake. I saw that you did not sleep well last night, so I made chicken soup to replenish your energy."
Zhu Biao actually had no appetite at all, but his general weakness was real. After he had eaten and drank enough, he gathered his energy and called Liu Bowen to ask about the casualties of the troops.
Zhu Biao listened silently to Liu Bowen's words. Nearly 30,000 of Zhu Biao's 50,000 Chinese troops died in the battle, and there were more than 10,000 wounded. These were minor injuries and were not included.
The losses of the rear army and reinforcements were very small, probably only more than a thousand, and the Marquis of Runan, Mei Sizu, was killed in the battle, and the Marquis of Yongcheng, Xue Xian, was seriously injured and died. They were originally from the rear army, but the Chinese army needed a general at that time.
They were transferred. Unexpectedly...
Zhu Biao closed his eyes and said: "Their sacrifice is worth it. I will take care of their heirs, and the same goes for the soldiers. If you continue to inform them, the military pay of all the soldiers will be doubled, and the soldiers who died will be tripled, and they will be given according to their merits."
Farm, allow them to return home to farm after retiring from the army!"
Liu Bowen bowed and said: "If they can really get the land to return home, they will definitely be grateful to His Highness!"
Zhu Biao smiled and said nothing. It is quite interesting that people will be grateful for the small kindness of the superior.
However, Zhu Biao did intend to disband a group of troops and let them go home to get married, have children, and open fields for farming. As long as the Bei Yuan was completely destroyed this time, the Ming Dynasty's major troubles would be gone, and the remaining areas could be solved in a few years.
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The biggest problem after the Ming Dynasty pacified the Northern Yuan Dynasty was by no means the separatist forces. They were just grasshoppers after the autumn, and they could not survive for a few days.
The most critical problem of the Ming Dynasty is that years of famines and wars have resulted in a sharp decline in population. The land is deserted and uncultivated. The dynasty has not been established long, and the people have not yet developed the psychological inertia of loyalty.
At this time, both ordinary ministers and ordinary people are still in confusion, anxiety and uneasiness. The people's hearts have not yet been adjusted, and society is still in a period of incomplete stability.
The ruling upper class needs to adjust the redistribution of power within the ruling class, face the re-repair and design of the entire bureaucratic system, political shifts, adjustments to national policies, and how to solve increasingly serious problems such as bureaucratic corruption.
If one generation of rulers and the next generation of rulers can effectively solve these problems, the dynasty can achieve a smooth transition, eventually overcome the dangerous shoals of history, and transition to calm waters, often creating a foundation that lasts for hundreds of years.
If the first generation is too late to solve many difficult problems, and the second generation is not capable enough, then it will be difficult for the dynasty to overcome the bottleneck of the second generation and eventually fall into ruin.