“Let’s get straight to the point right from the beginning.”
Zhu Su just picked up the mare's milk wine, and before he had a chance to take a sip, he just rode his horse to pretend to be Boyi in front of the two armies, and now his throat is still burning...
Now I can only put down the wine bowl pretending to be indifferent.
"Didn't I just say that? You, Wala, and our Ming Dynasty already have a common enemy."
"It's said to be a transaction, but in fact, it's just that I, the Ming Dynasty, am ready to support you, Wala, for free. And the main price you need to pay is not the wool."
"What I, the Ming Dynasty, need is the head of Emperor Beiyuan. Yesudie'er, you won't tell me now that you are a loyal minister under Emperor Beiyuan, right?"
"..." Yesudier was silent for a while. Beside him, a tall and sturdy Wala noble snorted: "We Wala only admire the strong. Why don't you, Ming Dynasty, take the head of Emperor Beiyuan yourself?"
"If you want to take advantage of our Wala... Wala is an eagle soaring over the grassland. There is no way that we will be at the mercy of you Mingren!"
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 just said to Yesudie'er: "Yesudie'er, is the upbringing of the Wala nobles the same as that of a barking hyena? I feel free to take away the words from you, the leader. That’s all, when you talk to this king, you don’t even know how to tell yourself your family status?”
Yesudie'er's face darkened, and the strong man's momentum froze, and he had to swallow his anger and said: "King of the Ming Dynasty, my name is Ugeqi Hashiha. Please remember it well."
"Uge Qiha Shiha...another familiar name." Zhu Su then turned his gaze to this person and silently remembered his appearance in his heart.
Being interrupted like this, Uge Qiha Shiha's questioning momentum was almost gone. Zhu Su tapped his palm with a folding fan and said: "Chief Ugeqi Hashiha, our Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette, and I have to learn etiquette from an early age, so that I can live up to the nobility of my country."
"I forgive you for your rudeness, and answer your stupid question magnanimously: I, the Ming Dynasty, naturally have the ability to personally remove the head of Emperor Beiyuan. However, if we choose to do this, the first person after destroying Emperor Beiyuan will As this is an important matter, we must continue to advance the army to expel and massacre the Wala."
"Haha, does Wala want to use our Han people's military skills to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight? You know, those are all leftover tricks played by our Han ancestors."
Zhu Su stabbed Ugqi Hashha, then looked at these Wala people with disdain on his face, and saw the faces of the Wala nobles opposite him blushing.
"It seems that you, Wala, are not as brave as you say. You only want to eat the corpses after the war like vultures, and are not willing to use your scimitar to regain the glory of your ancestors."
Zhu Su's words were like thousands of ants gnawing at their hearts, making the Wala people in front of them restless. Yes, their plan was indeed to sit on the mountain and 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, and catch Emperor Yuan off guard from behind.
But once such a despicable idea was exposed, these 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. He could only say that the degree of Chineseization received by these Wala people was too low, and what they were thinking in their hearts was reflected on their faces. If people like Beiyuan Imperial Court or Wang Baobao encountered such a cliche-like insult, they would definitely draw their swords directly to cover up their true intentions.
And these people, even after being scolded by him almost pointing their noses, still chose to remain silent. Apart from being right, what other possibility could there be.
The records in the history books are indeed correct. Wala wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to backstab the Beiyuan Emperor.
"King of the Ming Dynasty, don't continue to use this kind of 'stimulating method'." It was Yesudier who suddenly spoke. He looked unkind and stared at Zhu Su with his eagle-like eyes. "When wolves know they are outmatched, they will also choose to hide and lick their wounds. We have not forgotten our glory, but we are not stupid enough to bang our 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."
"Emperor Yuanting is still very powerful, and they can still command the warriors on the grassland. We, Wala, will not waste the strength we have accumulated just for the sake of glory."
"That's right!" The Wala man named Ugeqi Hashha also became excited and no longer seemed hesitant. He said arrogantly: "You said that your Ming Dynasty was able to kill the Yuan Emperor and us together. Are you dreaming of a great Spring and Autumn period?"
"Last year in the Battle of Beiling, you were defeated by King Qi of the Yuan Dynasty (namely Timur of the Great Yuan Dynasty, King Baobao of the Han Dynasty). Even now you are facing Nahachu and King Azasili of Liao. (That is, Shanyang Ten Thousand Houses, Duoyan Sanwei in the future), you can only huddle in the mountain pass and be a shrunken turtle."
"Such a Ming Dynasty also wants to annihilate Yuanting and massacre our Wala? Hahahahaha. King of the Ming Dynasty, this is the funniest joke I have heard this year."
As soon as these words came out, on the Ming side, Zhu Di and many Ming army generals were filled with righteous indignation. Zhu Di showed murderous intent on his face, causing the thin man sitting next to Yesudier to look sideways several times.
Yesudier didn't notice this. He looked at Zhu Su and continued: "Your Ming Dynasty is doomed this time. We, Wala, have also received suggestions from King Qi of the Great Yuan Dynasty. Now there are hundreds of thousands of people in Wala who control strings, and they are in Yu Mu Chuan assembles.”
"As long as we join forces with Nahachu and the King of Liao, we can recapture the capital city (Shuntian). By then, we, Oara, will naturally have a power that rivals Emperor Yuanting's."
Yesudier's words were like a basin of cold water, directly pouring a chill on the hearts of the Ming generals who were already burning with anger. What they were most worried about happened. As expected, there were more than just five hundred Wala people here.
Instead, they moved almost in full force. They came well prepared, and their purpose was to capture the Shuntian Mansion of the Ming Dynasty and retake the capital!
A battle of this scale is already a national war. At this time, in Ji Town, which was an important border town, they were the only defenders left. Facing a war of such a scale that may occur in the future, where will they go?
Many people's complexions have turned slightly pale.
"Then what are you doing here?" Unexpectedly, I heard the voice of His Fifth Highness with a contemptuous tone.
"...What?" Yesudie'er was admiring the suddenly flattened and flustered faces of the people opposite him, but suddenly heard this voice that was not in line with his expectations, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"I ask you, in this case, why are you here?" Zhu Su unfolded the folding fan in his hand.
On the folding fan are four large cursive characters that seem to be embedded directly into Yesudier's heart, "Sun, Moon, Rivers and Mountains".
"Since you Walas have decided to fight against me, the Ming Dynasty, why did you travel thousands of miles with five hundred Wala cavalry and a group of nobles to come here to discuss with my king?"
"You're not afraid..."
A cold look flashed across Zhu Su's eyes.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you all first and leave the dragons in Wala without a leader to prevent it from happening?"
"Zheng!" Zhu Di, pretending to be a junior high school student, stood up first and drew his sword. Zhang Dingbian also stood up with a playful expression on his face. Then, the Wala nobles and Ming army generals who were a little slow stood up one after another and drew out the weapons in their hands.
For a moment, the situation was tense!
(End of chapter)
