In 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 the son of Situ Pingzhang Dalima, who lost Qujing and lost one hundred thousand elites. He was scolded so hard that he could not lift 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 about countermeasures, the group remained silent.
"Everyone get out!"
Liang Wangxu was angry and his eyes were red, 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 charming 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 are serving 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, are you going to abandon your throne and be used as a cow or sheep that can be skinned and eaten at any time?"
The Crown Prince of Liang resignedly 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 up the gold and silver items according to his instructions.
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Qu Jing, Tang He sent the others 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's troops 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 his way back. You should set off now. Kunming and Dali are all together. 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, brother!"
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 saluted 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 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 calmly: "Except for my uncle, among the generals, only brother Mu Ying has enough qualifications and prestige to be able to control all the control ministries. He also has the trust of His Majesty and His Highness. This is how it should be."
Tang He said with a satisfied smile: "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. When they get to the city, surround them and release them. 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 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, looking above blankly.
His last battle is coming to an end, which is actually not bad. He opened up territory for the Ming Dynasty and brought the entire Yunnan under his control. How do you put it? He settled the affairs of the king and the world, and won a reputation both before and after his life. It was a pity that it 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 from seeing me in the morning, I was still not even fifty after all.
But as Liaodong and Yunnan were conquered, Li Wenzhong was also in charge of northern Xinjiang, and there was no room for him to use it. Unexpectedly, even Xu Da was reduced to sitting in charge of the Jiangnan patrol guard post.
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In Liaodong, Nahachu had lost a lot of weight in the past few months. He had 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 were killed endlessly.
Looking at the letter sent by his son in his hand, Nahachu 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 with only a thousand people under your command, so you are so happy.
Don’t you know, your father spent half of Liaodong and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in exchange for this? When a tiger father gives birth to a dog son, he should have been 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, so 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 all the men in Oduo. As long as they are men who have passed the wheel, kill them all."
"Follow your orders!"
In fact, not only this general, but also Naha Chu didn't understand why the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty would pay attention to and specifically ask for such a trivial matter. Is he trying to beat me up?
No matter how obediently he obeyed, 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 confidant general and asked him to take three thousand elites to Goryeo. When he got there, someone would pick him up, and he could just obey 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 a bit of a pain in my heart. I had some grudges with the Ming Emperor in the past. This time I surrendered, I had to offer 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 wanted to write it again, but unfortunately I was short of literary talent, 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.
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