“Let’s get straight to the point as soon as we arrive.”
Zhu Su just picked up the horse milk wine and didn't have time to take a sip. He just rode his horse and choked Boyi in the formation of the two armies, and now his throat is still burning...
Now I can pretend to be indifferent and put the wine bowl away.
"Didn't I, the King, just say that? We, Wala, and their Ming Dynasty already have a common enemy."
"When it comes to a deal, in fact, it's just that the Ming Dynasty is ready to support us in Wala for free. And the price we need to pay is not a piece of wool."
"What the Ming Dynasty needs is the head of Emperor Beiyuan. Yesudie'er, I won't tell him now that I am a loyal minister of Emperor Beiyuan, right?"
"..." Yesudier was silent for a while. Beside him, a tall and sturdy Wala noble snorted: "They Wala admire the strong. Why don't we, the Ming Dynasty, take the head of the Northern Yuan Emperor ourselves?"
"If you want to use them, Wala... Wala, the eagle soaring over the grassland must never be at the mercy of our wise people!"
This man was like a black iron tower, glaring at Zhu Su with an imposing manner.
Zhu Su's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't even look at him. He was wrong and said, "Yesudie'er, is the upbringing of the Wala nobles the same as those of barking hyenas? If you just snatched away my leader's words,
Just shut up with me, don’t you even know how to declare your family status?”
Yesudie'er's face turned dark, and the strong man's momentum froze. He had to swallow his anger and said: "The king of the Ming Dynasty, his name is Ugqi Hashiha. I will remember it well."
"Ugqi Hashha...another familiar name." Zhu Suna then turned his eyes to this person and silently remembered his appearance in his heart.
Being interrupted like this, Ugeqiha Shiha's questioning momentum had almost subsided. Zhu Su tapped his folding fan on the palm of his hand and said: "Chief Ugeqihashha, the Ming Dynasty is not a country of etiquette.
Is it true that I, the king, have wanted to learn etiquette since childhood, so that I can live up to the nobility of China?"
"I forgive my rudeness and answer my stupid question magnanimously: He, the Ming Dynasty, naturally has the power to personally take the head of the Emperor of the Northeast Yuan Dynasty. But no, if they choose to do that, they will destroy the Emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.
The first request after that will be whether to continue to march troops to drive out and massacre the Wala."
"Haha, Wala, do you want to use their Han people's military skills to walk on the mountain and watch tigers fight? I want to know, this is not the trick of their Han ancestors."
Zhu Su stabbed Ugqi Hashha, then looked at the Wala people with disdain, and the Wala nobles who looked at the wrong person blushed.
"It seems that we, Wala, are not as brave as we say. We just want to eat the corpses after the war like vultures, and are not willing to use our scimitars to regain the glory of our ancestors."
Zhu Su's words were like thousands of ants gnawing at the heart, making the Wala people in front of them uneasy. Yes, their plan was indeed to watch the fight between tigers and tigers. They wanted to take advantage of the situation when both the Ming Dynasty and Yuan Ting were hurt.
The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was caught off guard.
But once such a despicable idea was exposed, those Wala people who claimed to be brave suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"It's so easy to understand." Zhu Su looked at the Wala nobles in front of him and said that the degree of Chineseization accepted by those Wala people was too low, and all the thoughts in his heart were shown on his face. If not the Beiyuan Imperial Court or not
People like Wang Baobao, when faced with an insult that is almost cliche, will definitely draw their swords directly to cover up their true intentions.
And those people, who were almost pointed at their noses and scolded by me, still chose to remain silent. Apart from being right by what they said, there was probably nothing else to do.
The records in the history books are indeed correct, and Wala had the idea of taking the opportunity to stab the Beiyuan Emperor in the back.
"The king of the Ming Dynasty, I don't want to continue to use that kind of 'stimulating method'." Fu Yesudie'er suddenly spoke. He looked unkind, and stared at Zhu Su with his eagle-like eyes. "The wolf is aware of itself.
When they are defeated, they will also choose to hide and lick their wounds. They have not forgotten their glory, but they are not stupid enough to bang their heads against rocks."
"The Ming Dynasty wanted to use the wool trade to buy off the grassland tribes and make the grassland tribes work for the Ming Dynasty. Such an idea is impossible to realize."
"Emperors Yuanting are very powerful, and they can still command the warriors on the grassland. They will not waste the strength they have accumulated by denying the glory."
"That's right!" The Wala man named Ugeqi Hashiha also cheered up and no longer seemed hesitant. He said arrogantly: "I said that my Ming Dynasty can kill the Emperor Yuan and them together. Isn't that right?
Are you doing some big spring and autumn dream?"
"In last year's Battle of Beiling, could we have been defeated by the King of Qi in the Yuan Dynasty (i.e. Timur of the Great Yuan Dynasty, also known as Wang Baobao in Han Dynasty)? Even if we are now facing Nahachu and Azasili, the King of Liao
(That is, there are thousands of households in the mountains and three guards of Duoyan behind the moon), so we can just huddle in the mountain pass and be like shrunken turtles."
"Such a Ming Dynasty also wants to annihilate Yuanting and massacre their Wala? Hahahahaha. The king of Ming Dynasty, that will be the funniest joke he has ever heard next year."
As soon as these words came out, Zhu Di and many Ming army generals and generals in the Ming Dynasty were filled with righteous indignation. Zhu Di showed murderous intent on his face, which made the thin man walking next to Yesudier look sideways several times.
Yesudie'er didn't notice that. He looked at Zhu Su and continued: "We, the Ming Dynasty, were in danger of catastrophe. They, Wala, also received advice from the King of Qi in the Yuan Dynasty. For example, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the Ming Dynasty who control strings.
Gather at Yumuchuan."
"Ask them to join forces with Nahachu and the King of Liao, so that they can recapture the capital city (Shuntian). By then, they, O'La, will naturally have the power to rival Emperor Yuanting."
Yesudier's words were like a basin of cold water, directly pouring cold water on the Ming Dynasty generals who were already burning with anger. What they were most worried about did not happen. The Wala people were not just here.
A mere five hundred.
But whether they moved almost in full force, whether they were prepared, and their purpose was to attack Shuntian Mansion in the Eastern Ming Dynasty and retake the capital!
A battle of that scale is no longer a national war. At this time, in Ji Town, which is an important border town, only the defenders of Dong and others are left. Facing the possibility of a war of this scale happening in the future, they will again
Where to go?
Many people's faces have turned slightly red.
"Then why am I here?" Suddenly, I heard a voice with a contemptuous tone from the east of my fifth palace.
"...What?" Yesudier was admiring the sudden panic expressions of the people on the opposite side, but suddenly he heard the voice that was not in line with his expectations, and he couldn't help but be startled.
"This king asked me, if that's the case, why am I here?" Zhu Su unfolded the folding fan in his leg.
Inside the folding fan, there are four large cursive characters that seem to fit right into the heart of Yesu Di'er, "Yueyueheshan".
"Since we Wala have decided to fight against the Ming Dynasty, why did I travel thousands of miles with five hundred Wala cavalry and a group of nobles to come here to discuss with the king?"
"I'm just afraid..."
A cold look flashed across Zhu Su's eyes.
"Are you afraid that the king will kill us all first and leave the Wala dragons without a leader to prevent it from happening?"
"Zheng!" Zhu Di, who was pretending to be a junior high school student, was the first to stand up and draw his sword. Zhang Dingbian also stood up with a playful expression. Then, the Wala nobles and Ming army generals who were a little slower stood up and pulled out their legs.