The marquee continues to play.
The screen slowly turned.
Two strong men from the Oara tribe dragged a man with a numb face into the coach's tent like they were dragging a dead dog.
"be honest!"
"Move forward, don't be too careful!"
The strong man had a rough tone and a contemptuous look. After entering the handsome tent, he threw the person in his hand forward, causing him to stumble.
The leader of the Wala tribe also walked forward with a loud laugh. He pinched the chin of the person in front of him and looked him up and down.
"Is this the idiot emperor who came to Ming Dynasty this time?"
Zhu Qizhen's face was pale, his mouth trembled twice, and he didn't say a word.
Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di in front of the screen suddenly slapped the table and stood up, shouting angrily.
"This bastard is not dead yet?!"
"The army is in chaos. Dozens of generals and ministers are all dead. How dare he survive?! Why the hell was he captured alive by Wala?!"
Although the previous video did not show the scene of Zhu Qizhen being beheaded in the rebellion, almost everyone agreed that he definitely lost his life on the battlefield.
After all, in such a one-sided massacre, even a fierce general like Zhao Yun who could kill seven in and seven out of the enemy army might not be able to save his life, let alone an emperor who couldn't carry it with his shoulders and hands.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Qizhen was not only lucky to survive, but was also captured alive by Wala!
Zhu Di's eyesight went dark, he smashed the table angrily and gritted his teeth.
"Damn bastard! Why doesn't he die?! Our Ming Dynasty has lost so many capable ministers and famous generals. He is a scourge and useless, what is he still alive for?! Where did he get the face to be alive? If it were me, I would kill myself in the army. Buried with him!!"
On the other side, Emperor Hongwu cursed even more fiercely.
"It's better to let those guys from Wala chop him down!! This little beast!"
Above the sky.
Another little leader on the side also stepped forward with joy, grabbed Zhu Qizhen's hair, exposed his face and looked at him, and then laughed rudely.
"Sure enough, he is an unweaned baby! Look at this, he must have been frightened by the dead people outside!"
He also squinted his eyes and patted Zhu Qizhen's face, sighing.
"Fortunately, this idiot emperor came this time! We would never have been allowed to wait for such an opportunity for a hundred years! Who would have thought that one day the emperor of the Ming Dynasty would actually fall into the hands of me, Wala, hahahahaha!"
"Yes! It's so happy, so happy!!"
The surrounding Oara tribesmen all burst into laughter that shook the whole house.
The Yongle Emperor Zhu Di in front of the canopy was so angry at this scene that his eyes were bloodshot, he was breathing heavily, his teeth almost broke and he swallowed it into his stomach!
"Bastards! These bastards!! What is that little brat in Zhu Qizhen still doing? Why didn't he wipe his own neck and commit suicide?! Are you still waiting to be humiliated by these tile bugs?! What a coward!"
Hongwu Dynasty.
Blue Jade Xu Da and other generals suddenly drew their swords with burning eyes, and murderous intent surged around them.
"Damn it!! This bastard barbarian actually dares to humiliate my Ming Dynasty like this! Do you really think that my Ming Dynasty has no one?!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's face was full of sarcasm, but the veins on the back of his hands were beating loudly and angry.
"The emperor is in someone else's hands, but he can be humiliated as much as he wants?! My Ming Dynasty's face has been thrown to the ground and trampled to pieces in this battle!!"
The mighty and majestic founding emperor would have fainted again if he hadn't been kept breathless by the imperial physician.
"The army of 200,000 was defeated like a mountain, and the emperor was captured by others, ha, ha, ha! It's so glorious! I didn't expect that I would be honored to see such a scene in my lifetime!! Okay, okay! Very good!!”
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty both looked at this scene from a distance with their hands behind their hands. While feeling shocked, they all felt sympathy for the ancestor of the dynasty.
Hey, it's a good thing he's not their descendant. Thinking about it for a moment makes me almost mad, let alone being the direct ancestor of this bastard.
It’s so pitiful!
…
Above the sky.
The scene changes.
Above the Ming Dynasty Hall.
When the ministers learned the bad news on the front line, it was like a bolt from the blue!
There were wailing and mourning sounds almost everywhere in the court hall.
"The entire army of 200,000 was wiped out! Your Majesty is covered in dust! What can we do!!"
"At first we advised His Majesty not to go, but now it's okay! What should we do?"
"More than half of the ministers in charge were killed on the battlefield, and all the generals who could fight are gone! Now what can we do to fight against the Oara tribe?!"
One of the ministers said indignantly.
"Before this battle, I already knew that this battle would be defeated by observing the sky at night. You all didn't believe me. Now look at it, you all believe it!"
There were other courtiers nearby who scolded him angrily.
"Xu Jue, if you have time to think about it later, why don't you tell me one, two, three? You can continue to watch the sky at night and tell me what to do now?"
Xu Jue snorted coldly, puffed out his chest and said loudly.
"I watched the sky at night, compared the calendars, and found that my destiny is gone now. The only way to avoid this difficulty is to move south!"
As soon as Xu Jue said these words, there was an uproar in the court, and the ministers started talking in low voices.
Xu Jue was a fellow countryman of Yao Guangxiao, the prime minister in black of the Yongle Dynasty. Although he had learned some fortune-telling knowledge, his fortune-telling was usually inaccurate and no one believed what he said.
Normally, no one would pay attention to him. The ministers who have read poetry and books are not fools, but the key is that this time he was indeed right. Now that the dynasty is in turmoil and the emperor is in trouble, this has made the ministers of the past to be wary.
I'm afraid that he's right, but also afraid that he's wrong.
The move to the south has had a bad reputation since ancient times. It is said that the move to the south is actually a whole country fleeing for its life, giving up most of the dynasty to others! Who wants to bear this eternal infamy?
What's more, the decision to move the dynasty to the north was made by Emperor Taizong himself, Zhu Di. There was no emperor in the dynasty, so who would dare to say that he would just move south?
But in any case, the situation in the DPRK and China was special at this time. Even if he stayed, he might just be waiting for death. The courtiers would inevitably have their minds wandering and speculate on the possibility of moving south.
In front of the canopy.
Zhu Di jumped up angrily, pointed at the screen and cursed.
"Shameless little thief, how dare you disturb the imperial court! Moving south at this time is tantamount to courting death! Peking has been surrendered to others, do you still expect Nanjing to be able to hold on?!!"
Zhu Gaochi was mumbling calculations to himself.
"From Nanjing to Peiping, there are iron ore mines all the way. If Beijing is lost, the national treasury will lose at least half of its tax revenue every year..."
Zhu Zhanji gritted his back molars and his eyes were filled with fire.
"Go out and fight him! Don't they have an army stationed in Peiping?! He has so many people in Wala, and he's going to fight at his door. He's going to kill him!"
Zhu Di was pacing angrily, the veins on his head kept beating, and he was anxious and a little desperate that he couldn't intervene.
"Shameless little thief! Shameless little thief! Beiping cannot be thrown away, absolutely cannot be thrown away! Aren't you afraid of becoming the eternal sinners of the Ming Dynasty!!"
No matter how anxious he was, he couldn't interfere with the playing of the sky curtain, he could only watch helplessly.
The Ming Dynasty is not really going to perish, right? ! !
