In June of the first year of Wuxing, the capital was particularly lively on this day.
The people on the street were crowded, vying to look towards the city gate.
Without him, on this day, the army led by Yan Shizhao returned.
Compared with the armies of the other three routes, the army of this route is particularly eye-catching.
After all, their enemies are the Tatars, who are much more powerful than the rebels in the south, and their ability to cause harm far exceeds that of the rebels.
Being able to defeat them would undoubtedly make the people extremely excited, so these soldiers who had just won the war for the Ming Dynasty were particularly welcomed.
The gate burst open, and the victorious army entered the city.
That was the emperor's reward for the soldiers of the Northern Expedition, allowing them to enter the capital and parade around.
After the team walked around the Ming Dynasty's capital, they stopped in front of the imperial city under the leadership of Yan Shizhao.
Emperor Wuxing received the general who had just made great achievements at the Meridian Gate.
Accompanied by the cry of "Chen Guogong, Yan Shizhao, the right commander of the former military governor's office, come to see him!" Yan Shizhao, wearing a ceremonial armor carved with dragons and phoenixes, walked slowly under the eyes of everyone who was either envious or worshipful. He walked up to the emperor, knelt on the ground, and then lowered his head.
"My lord, Yan Shizhao, I'm here to see Your Majesty. Fortunately, we have fulfilled our orders and have wiped out all the bandits."
Behind him, more than a hundred selected prisoners were pressed up. The one at the front was the leader of the Tatar tribe, Kuk Khan, and behind him were a group of senior officials of the Tatar tribe.
Offer prisoners to the palace!
The capture of the enemy leader added a touch of color to this grand ceremony.
The personal guard of Kuk Khan collapsed at the first touch. When he was about to kill himself, the sword in his hand was knocked to the ground by the warriors of the three thousand battalion, and he was captured alive.
At this time, he looked at everything in front of him with eyes mixed with regret, despair and despair.
It was not that he had not imagined that after he unified Mongolia, he might be able to meet His Majesty the Ming Emperor one day, but it would never be in this form...
Zhu Changxun's eyes were shining with joy.
He believed that Yan Shizhao would not lose and would be able to successfully expel the invaders. However, he did not expect that Yan Shizhao could win so beautifully. Almost all of the 50,000-strong army was wiped out overnight. This was a rare victory.
Facing the scarred and embarrassed captive in front of him, who looked at him with fear in his eyes, his heart was filled with the pleasure and joy of a winner.
Especially the other party, who not long ago was a leader-level figure who could almost be on an equal footing with him, added a slightly different meaning.
Nearby, the cheers of the people in the capital can still be heard, which are hymns of victory.
This feeling... is so fascinating.
Zhu Changxun withdrew his gaze and stared at Yan Shizhao in front of him. The admiration in his eyes could hardly be concealed.
"In this battle, thanks to Aiqing's proper command, we achieved today's victory. Tens of thousands of Tatar troops were wiped out. This is a great victory that has not been seen in decades."
"Chen Guogong is indeed a good minister of the court!"
He opened his mouth to praise.
A good minister of the court, this evaluation is already quite good, but to be able to achieve such a record against the Tatar army, with no more than 10,000 casualties, many of which were only injured, he deserves this title.
The personal guards passed down the emperor's words loudly, so that the people in the capital could hear them clearly. Suddenly, the praise for Chen Guogong became even louder.
Yan Shizhao was not too proud to take all these achievements in one go, but said modestly:
"Your Majesty is so complimentary. It's all a blessing from heaven. Your Majesty commanded properly, the generals used their lives, and the soldiers died. Only then can we defeat the enemy. It's not my fault alone."
Zhu Changxun was very satisfied with his humility, so he personally helped him up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Don't be humble. For such a great achievement, I will definitely reward you heavily!"
"I will promote you to the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Left Command of the Rear Army Governor's Mansion, in charge of the troops and horses of the capital!"
"I will give you a thousand taels of platinum, a python robe, and a license to wear swords and shoes to the palace!"
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Zhu Changxun actually had his own little thoughts in carrying out this ceremony.
After all, as soon as he came to the throne, he put down rebellions everywhere. Even the grassland that had caused Ming Dynasty a headache for hundreds of years suffered such a heavy setback. Although it was called welcoming the return of the army from the Northern Expedition, in fact, he was not announcing his merits to the world?
He looked at the map with pride. The Tatars who ruled the vast prairie had become his defeated generals.
However, as his eyes moved, his smile gradually stiffened.
In the west of the grassland, he saw another force, Wala.
Yes, the Tatars are indeed no longer a threat. But precisely because the Tatar army was defeated so miserably this time, they were extremely empty internally.
The Tatars are not the only force on this grassland. To their west, there are many tribes from the Oara tribe.
Faced with this piece of fat in front of them, can they resist devouring it?
Once the grasslands are reunited and develop in a few years, they may become the great enemy of the Ming Dynasty!
The relaxation and joy in Zhu Changxun's eyes disappeared, followed by a solemn look.
Of course he knew that Yexian, Dayan Khan, and Anda all unified almost the entire grassland except Jisi, and eventually became a serious problem for the Ming Dynasty.
If Oara unified the grasslands, the consequences would be disastrous.
Can't give them this chance!
A fierce light flashed across Zhu Changxun's eyes.
He called Yan Shizhao to discuss countermeasures, and Yan Chenhao also asked to see the emperor at this time.
So the two came together, and after hearing the emperor express his thoughts, they couldn't help but look at each other.
"Your Majesty, there is no Khan in the Oara tribe, it is just an alliance...the strength of their main tribes is not very different. It is difficult for any tribe to annex or make other tribes surrender. Before, it was just because of the Tatars The pressure from the Ministry was too great, so they united. Although they will indeed move eastward, unification... I think it is unlikely."
"There is even a high probability that a civil war will break out among themselves first."
Yan Shizhao hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"However, what your Majesty said is reasonable. If the Oara tribe invades the Tatar grasslands, it will also be detrimental to the Ming Dynasty. If your majesty thinks that we should attack the north, I am willing to use the remaining power of the victory to pacify the grasslands and share your majesty's worries!"
When speaking, Yan Shizhao also had a look on his face that was about to move. Since ancient times, credit has been obtained from horses, and he is happy to lead his troops on conquests and leave more dazzling achievements in the history books.
After listening to his words, Zhu Changxun's face, which had gradually turned a little unhappy, shone with excitement again, and his eyes looking at Yan Shizhao became more cordial.
However, as soon as Yan Shizhao finished speaking, a decisive voice came from the side:
"Your Majesty, please do not use weapons again."
Yan Chenhao categorically rejected the two people's ideas.
(End of chapter)
