Looking around, the sky and the earth are vastly white, frost covers the wilderness plains, and the dead trees and grass are all dead.
In the snow, the armored Jurchen cavalry were like a black tide, waving their weapons fiercely and charging towards the Ming army!
"Fire the arrow!"
Following the Ming army general's order, arrows were like dense heavy rain, covering the sky, like a flock of crows falling into the wasteland, and scores of Jurchen cavalry fell!
"Don't stop, kill!"
The Jurchen chief gritted his teeth and roared, his heart bleeding as he watched the warriors in the tribe turning like weeds under the rain of arrows.
The number of young people determines the tribe's status in the Jurchen ethnic group. If the young people suffer heavy casualties, the tribe will easily fall into a crisis of not having enough people to support them, and they will not be able to raise them back for more than ten years. The other tribes are staring at them eagerly. As long as any tribe declines, they will mercilessly tear this tribe into pieces and eat them alive!
Women and children will be reduced to slavery, worthless old people will be killed to save food rations, and men will be oppressed as precious labor. Even if the Ming army is defeated, they will be enslaved by other Jurchen tribes!
This is a reality that is so despairing and suffocating!
However, the Ming army still ruthlessly crushed this Jurchen tribe. Their eyes were cold, as if they had killed an inconspicuous ant with their fingers.
Are the Jurchens pitiful?
Damn it, when the Ming army withdraws, these damn Jurchen rangers will burn, kill and plunder at the Ming border with arrogance. How desperate must the people of the Ming Dynasty be at that time?
The generals of the Ming army stared coldly at the one-sided battlefield ahead, which was like a violent wind sweeping across the lawn. After the arrows, the Ming army's cavalry charged. The elites from the three thousand battalions fought against these Jurchens like adults ravaging children. They formed a systematic system of cavalry. Crushing the Jurchens ruthlessly.
The Ming cavalry hit the Jurchens' armor heavily with blunt instruments. The armor didn't look much worn, but the Jurchens wearing the armor felt like they had been hit hard. They fell off their horses and vomited blood and fell to the ground. The internal organs turned into a pile of rotten flesh.
The sharp cold wind blew across the white grassland, and the donated blood swayed on the white frost, emitting steaming white vapor. It quickly cooled and solidified, turning into blood-red crystals, which were poured on the white bones and broken weapons.
This is a massacre!
The difference in military strength in the cold weapon era is vividly displayed. In this era, the Ming army is the only protagonist!
…
The general of the Ming army walked into the commander's camp and knelt down on one knee to the young man sitting at the head of the commander's camp: "Your Majesty, our army has wiped out a total of 538 enemy troops and captured 2,822 tribesmen. We have seized some horses, animal skins, etc., and are counting the remaining harvests!"
"Oh, I see."
Zhu Gaojie was sitting behind the desk, writing a battle report with a wolf pen in his hand, and said: "I am ordering the generals of the army not to destroy the houses of the Jurchen tribe. Let the captured Jurchens collect wood and help the soldiers build camps."
"No!" The Ming army general stood up and left after saluting.
Zhu Gaojie looked at the battle report and felt uneasy in his heart.
In just half a month, he had wiped out more than a hundred Jurchen tribes, large and small, and purged the Jurchen ethnic group in the eastern part of Jianzhou. However, he did not signal his men to massacre without restraint. After defeating the Jurchen tribe's army, he turned to recruit the Jurchens.
Zhu Gaojie's purpose was very clear. He was not here to kill, but to rule the Jurchens.
The prerequisite for rule is suppression by force.
Zhu Gaojie never wanted to influence the Jurchens. He came with a complete assimilation system to assimilate the nomadic civilization into a farming civilization, obliterating the original Jurchen civilization and replacing it with the civilization of the Ming Dynasty.
The best way to destroy a civilization is never to massacre. You can burn their cities and enslave their houses, but this method will never conquer a nation.
The Mongols spent a hundred years oppressing the Han people, but in exchange they received more violent resistance from the Han people.
Cultural invasion is the correct way to destroy a civilization.
"At present, it seems that we have forced the Jianzhou Jurchens to the west of Jianzhou. We only need to use force to suppress the remaining Jianzhou Jurchens, and we can implement the planned assimilation policy in Jianzhou." Zhu Gaojie touched his chin.
Zhang Fu said: "Your Majesty, we have captured nearly 50,000 Jurchens. I am afraid that these prisoners must be settled before we can continue to use troops against the western part of Jianzhou."
"This is a problem..."
Zhu Gaojie suddenly looked at Zhu Yong, who was dozing beside him, and said, "Mr. Cheng, I will leave it to you to settle the prisoners."
"Um?"
Zhu Yong felt a little sleepy and fell into a daze when he heard someone calling his name: "What the hell?"
"Ah ha, Duke Cheng Guo is indeed a general under my command. Since you agreed, I am relieved." Zhu Gaojie said happily.
Zhu Yong looked confused, thinking to himself, what the hell did I promise and you just gave me a job?
The corners of Zhu Gaojie's mouth raised. This Zhu Yong was a good fisherman. He came to the military camp and didn't do anything serious. How could he fix it? He shouldn't be exploited and exploited?
I, the boss, am working overtime, but you, a wage earner, still want to be lazy?
Beautiful thought!
Zhu Yong: "..."
…
When Zhu Gaojie was ravaging Jurchen in Jianzhou, Zhu Di in the capital was not idle either.
He successively dismissed twelve important ministers of the third rank and above from the princeling party, and directly beat him to death by the princelings. He thought to himself, might the prince have violated the laws of nature and be directly chopped down by the emperor with a knife?
However, the Prince Qi Party headed by Lu Chaoyang and Yang Rong appeared to be extremely honest and did not take the opportunity to make trouble for the princelings.
The King of Han was forced to remain a vassal for only half a year. No one can forget how the King of Han fell.
What's more, now that the backbone of the matter, King Qi, is not in the capital, Lu Chaoyang and others have become more honest and do not dare to act rashly. Anyway, now that the emperor deposes the princeling, it is a happy event worthy of national celebration for them. They are happy just watching it, so why bother to get involved in his death.
The members of the princeling party hurriedly wanted to go to the East Palace to ask the boss what was going on and why the emperor suddenly attacked us. However, the East Palace was closed, the prince and grandson were banned, and no one could see them at all.
A strange atmosphere has arisen in the court: The prince is going to have a baby!
In Jiming Temple, the prime minister in black, Yao Guangxiao, looked at Zhu Di, who was wearing a yellow robe in front of him, and asked with some confusion: "Are you planning to give the prince another chance?"
He deposed twelve important princeling ministers in a row, and his actions were so violent that even Yao Guangxiao felt that this method was too fierce. It was a precursor to deposing the prince and showed no mercy.
The prince has been in this position for ten years, and he will be relinquished at the drop of a hat?
Zhu Di glanced at the old monk and said, "Why, do you want to intercede on behalf of the prince?"
"Why am I begging him? That's your son. What does the prince you established have to do with me?" Yao Guangxiao smiled and said, "But I have some doubts. What excuse are you going to find to depose the prince?"
The deposed prince must be charged with something good.
This crime cannot be too serious, otherwise it will bring shame to the royal family and Zhu Di will not be able to get over it.
This crime cannot be too light, otherwise it will not be able to convince the public. How can it be so simple to change the prince?
"This is what you should be thinking about. Could it be that you, the old monk, are planning to let me do it all by myself?" Zhu Di said calmly.
Yao Guangxiao smiled bitterly and said: "I am too old to stand up to your troubles. How can I get involved in the matter of deposing the prince? Do you still want me to lose my life?"
Zhu Di said in surprise: "Old monk, can you say something humane? Do you still have a chance to save your life? It is recorded in the history books of later generations that the biggest rebel in the Yongle Dynasty was me and you!"
Yao Guangxiao's expression didn't change: "It's a good thing if you can, but you can't let me bear all the infamy."
"You, a monk, are making a lot of noise in your heart. You can hear it clearly from five miles away." Zhu Di laughed.
"Whatever plan I make, no matter who sits in that position in the future, it has nothing to do with me." Yao Guangxiao looked into the distance with indifferent eyes, "I can't live for a few years in this body, as short as two years a year. Years, maybe four to five years, I'm afraid it will go to the west of Hexi."
When Zhu Di heard what his old friend said, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart and said, "Old monk, what are you talking about? As the saying goes, good people don't live long, but harm will last for thousands of years. If you, a wicked person, can't live for a hundred and two years, Even if God comes, he won’t be able to see through it.”
Yao Guangxiao smiled: "The reincarnation of life and death is the way of heaven. I have become impatient after living to the age of eighty. It would be disrespectful to live any longer."
This old monk is truly a divine man. His family has been practicing medicine for generations. However, he became a monk at the age of fourteen and has completed the collection of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism. He was born in the late Yuan Dynasty when the war was raging. When the Han people came to prosperity, he deceived Zhu Di into rebelling.
Yao Guangxiao rebelled, not seeking the merit of following the dragon, but just wanted to prove that he had the skill of slaying the dragon.
Zhu Di didn't want to dwell on the topic of life and death. He knew in his heart that he didn't have many years left.
"I always thought that I would be able to finish all the work for future generations by myself, working hard on the battlefield and working diligently on government affairs. But after so many years, I feel like I have done nothing."
Zhu Di sighed: "How many years will it take to move the capital, how many years will it take to conquer Mobei? This is not something I can do alone. Now I understand, I can't take all the work of future generations by myself. At my age, the most important thing is to find a suitable heir, and we cannot always occupy power without passing it on to future generations."
Yao Guangxiao raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you so optimistic about King Qi?"
Zhu Di deposed the King of Zhao, the King of Han, and the Crown Prince. His purpose may not have been clear enough before, but when things developed to this point, Yao Guangxiao naturally understood it.
Everything is paving the way for King Qi!
Today, King Qi is still the only person qualified and capable to inherit the throne.
Compared with Zhu Gaochi who was guarded as a thief when he was the prince, Zhu Di was completely generous in granting privileges to King Qi. They were both born from one father and one mother, so why is there such a big difference?
Zhu Di looked at Yao Guangxiao and suddenly laughed.
The old monk was a little confused: "Why are you laughing?"
Zhu Di's eyebrows couldn't help but raise: "I laugh at you, an old monk, who sometimes makes mistakes. I thought you were omniscient and omnipotent. There is no one in this world that you, Yao Guangxiao, can't see through."
Yao Guangxiao frowned slightly: "What do you mean by this? Do I have some misunderstanding about King Qi?"
"Misunderstanding? That's right. Let's just wait and see." The smile in Zhu Di's eyes gradually turned into indifference, "I have a hunch that this time King Qi will do something great in Jianzhou. I I just want to see what surprises this King Qi can bring to me."
…
Jianzhou, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly had a terrifying name - "Butcher"
King Qi, the butcher from the Ming Dynasty!
This butcher King Qi led the Ming army from the east of Jianzhou to the west of Jianzhou. Wherever he passed, all the Jurchen tribes fled in fear. Then they were overtaken by the Ming army, defeated, and finally captured the remaining tribesmen!
In the old camp of Jianzhou Guard, Sakyamuni looked pale as he listened to the reports from his tribesmen.
"As long as this group of Ming troops encounter our Jurchen tribe, they will launch an attack directly, defeating the tribe's army, and then capture the remaining tribesmen, regardless of whether they are in the Ming guard station. It is simply unreasonable!"
"Now in Jianzhou, only our Jianzhou Guards and Mengge Timur's Jianzhou Left Guards are still breathing, but I heard that King Qi's army is already attacking in our direction." Li Manzhu's face was as dark as water.
Sukyan couldn't help but said angrily: "We have served the Ming Dynasty for so many years. Is this King Qi a madman? Why did he send troops to us? Doesn't he know that the biggest enemy of the Ming Dynasty is the Mongols? Why did he come to attack our women? Real person?"
Li Manzhu said: "Father, the current problem is how to deal with this madman King Qi. If we confront his army head-on, we are afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? Is he crazy?" Sukyanu shouted, "My sister is married to the emperor of their Ming Dynasty. Is he going to send troops to his own family?"
No one answered this question, but everyone, including Sakyamuni, knew it.
King Qi is rampant and has no restrictions at all!
And the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty may have long forgotten the name of the Jurchen woman "Emperor Three Empresses". The only woman the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty cared about was Empress Xu.
Damn Daming! Damn King Qi!
"Father, make a decision early on, war or peace..." Li Manzhu said helplessly, "Looking at the moment, we should sue for peace. As long as we lead the people to surrender, King Qi will not make things difficult for us. "
As soon as Li Manzhu finished speaking, he heard the horrified shouts of the tribesmen coming from outside.
"Ming Army! Ming Army is coming!"
"It's King Qi's flag. King Qi is coming with the Ming army!"
Hearing this, Sakyamuni was angry and flustered: "What!"
"How could it be so fast? How long has it been? That King Qi is really crazy!"
Before Sakyamuni could figure it out, he heard the sound of whistling arrows. The birch bark house was destroyed by the rain of arrows falling from the sky. A large area of the Jianzhou Guard generals in the room fell down, and the remaining people They were all looking for cover in a panic.
…
"Find the generals of the Jianzhou Guards, and kill all the Jurchens without leaving any one behind!"
On the hillside, Zhu Gaojie looked down at the Jurchen tribe not far away with a cold expression.
The Ming army took advantage of the mountains to charge towards the Jurchen camp, tearing apart the Jurchen defense line like wild beasts!
