"The Khan is joking!"
"Great Khan, the position of Khan was recommended by the leaders of the three branches and twelve tribes. How can you give it up casually?"
…
"Then shut up!"
Bu Shitu Khan shouted angrily, glanced at everyone coldly, got on his horse, waved his whip, and the horse galloped towards the Ming army's tent.
Going there alone without a personal guard is quite tragic and heroic, like the wind rustling and the water cold, like a strong man gone and never coming back.
"Father Khan..."
When Omuhai saw this, he cried out sadly.
The pros and cons were explained clearly to him last night by his father.
But Shitu Khan didn't seem to hear it, and he waved his riding whip harder.
In just a few breaths, he disappeared from everyone's sight.
After half a stick of incense, on a small mound, Shitu Khan turned his horse's head and looked at the looming tribal tents, with a trace of sadness and commemoration flashing in his eyes.
Going to the Ming army's tent, life or death is uncertain.
After Zhu Ma watched for a while, the nostalgia in his eyes turned into a cold look. He pulled the reins sharply and headed towards the Ming army's tent again.
The twenty-mile journey only took a quarter of an hour, even if the horse's physical strength was not spared.
When the Ming army's tent appeared in sight, Hu Dawei and a hundred people were already waiting quietly.
"Bu Shitu Khan, I am meeting His Majesty for a routine inspection. Please forgive me!"
Bu Shitu Khan jumped off his horse and opened his arms without saying a word. Two sergeants immediately stepped forward and touched it carefully from top to bottom.
Regarding this extremely insulting action, Bushi Tuhan remained expressionless even though he was angry inside.
After searching behind them and changing their horses, the group went straight to the tent.
In the large tent, Sun Chuanting and more than ten people were wearing armor, with their right hands on the long swords at their waists, their expressions solemn and their murderous intent concentrated.
Behind the long desk in the middle, a young man wearing ordinary clothes and calm and self-respecting was sitting upright, and behind him stood a heroic general holding the Emperor's Sword.
Standing below him was an old man wearing a dark blue uniform. Although his beard was white, his eyes were quite menacing.
On the ground was a man who was tied up and his mouth was stuffed with rags. When he saw the fortune telling rabbit entering the big tent, he immediately started struggling desperately.
After Lin Danhan finished scanning, he cupped his hands towards the young man and said in a deep voice: "Tumote Khan's bo'er only Jin Bu Shitu has seen the emperor of tomorrow!"
"presumptuous!"
Sun Chengzong, who was wearing a uniform, shouted in a low voice: "Bu Shitu, you are the third generation King of Shunyi granted by the Ming Dynasty. When you see His Majesty, you should proclaim yourself a minister. Have you stayed in the grassland for so long that you no longer know the etiquette?"
But what he got in exchange was Bushi Tuhan's silence.
Although the people around him pressed their right hands on the handle of the knife, he remained tall and straight, with a calm expression.
"interesting!"
Chongzhen chuckled: "Bu Shitu, the letter Omuhai brought back yesterday made it very clear.
If you accept it, that's it. If you don't accept it, I will lead an army to completely cripple you. Let's talk again.
In other words, I will slaughter you directly.
I believe that with the humiliation you have brought to our Ming Dynasty, the people of the entire Ming Dynasty will applaud and agree! "
"If Your Majesty really wanted to slaughter the Tumut tribe, then this Khan would not be standing here today, but would have been burned by a fire!"
Bu Shitu's voice was very calm, and he could not tell whether he was happy or sad. Then he said calmly: "Your Majesty, if you want to talk, then show your sincerity. This kind of intimidation method is useless for this Khan, and it is useless for the Tumut tribe." It’s useless! It’s just death.”
"You have to understand, I just don't want to, it's not that I can't, these are two different things!"
Chongzhen's voice was very calm, but it was like thunder in the ear of a fortune teller.
If the Ming Dynasty could destroy Chahar's 90,000 cavalry, then it would have the absolute strength to destroy them. The reason why it did not, he guessed, was for three reasons.
First, the Ming court, or the young new emperor, did not want too many soldiers to die.
Because once Tumut is eliminated, he is confident that Ming Dynasty will have to kill at least 10,000 soldiers.
Secondly, they are also worried that if they are pushed too hard, they will climb over the green mountains and fall into the arms of Khalkha.
The Ming army cannot stay in Guihua City for a long time. As long as the Ming army withdraws, they will come back. It is better to use milder methods.
Third, Ming Dynasty needs a spokesperson in the grassland. Although there are not many people in the grassland, there are at least millions.
If you can kill the sergeant, what about the ordinary herdsmen? Do you want to destroy them all too? Is it completely destroyed?
If Tumut was slaughtered today and the news spreads, it will definitely cause desperate resistance from other Mongolian tribes in the future, which is extremely detrimental to the imperial court.
To sum up the above three points, this is the main reason why the Ming army persuaded them to surrender.
As for whether there were other considerations, he couldn't guess.
There is also a reason why he was chosen instead of Chahar.
The first is the character issue of Chahar Lindan Khan. He once made the arrogant statement that "the emperor of Ming Dynasty will be the only one in the south, and I will be the only emperor in the north." He believed in the policy of those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. The Ming Dynasty will never choose such a person.
Moreover, he imposed excessive taxes on various ministries and exploited them to enrich himself. As an agent of the Ming Dynasty, I am afraid that he will not be able to convince the public.
Secondly, Lin Danhan is relatively strong and is unlikely to be recruited. Only by killing the strongest can he deter other weaker tribes, such as them.
In the end, there were only two descendants of the Golden family, one was Chahar and the other was Tumote. After Chahar was killed, they were the only descendants of the Golden family left to take charge of the Mongolian tribes.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
When Bu Shitu finished explaining his guess calmly, Chongzhen clapped his hands gently, his words full of admiration.
All three reasons were correct.
Especially the third one. The Mongolian tribes are a minority compared to the Ming Dynasty. Their living habits, beliefs, management, etc. are all very different. If the imperial court sends people to manage them, there will definitely be problems.
After Taizu and Chengzu established the Wusizang Dusi and Xingdusi after attacking Wusizang, they still adopted the monk-official system and granted Lamaist monks the titles of commander, tongzhi, and tongpan of the guard.
Even so, the administrative area of Wusi Zangdusi is less than one percent of the territory of Wusi Zang. The relationship with the Ming Dynasty is only tributary, so it is difficult to interfere in internal affairs.
It was even directly abolished in the forty-sixth year of Wanli.
Combating violence with violence and killing with killing can only suppress the situation for a short period of time. Over time, unrest will still occur in various departments.
Large-scale killings, this kind of hatred will be engraved in the bones of the tribe. It's okay now, but it will definitely be a time bomb in the future.
Therefore, Chongzhen's idea was to find an agent, and then adopt strategies such as wooing, dividing, and assimilating to completely incorporate the Mongolian territory and herdsmen into the Ming Dynasty's territory.
"Bu Shitu, you are indeed smart to be able to compete with Su Nang for the Khan position and rule Dimot for nearly twenty years. Your analysis is very correct!"
Chongzhen stood up and stared at the fortune teller: "So, what is your choice?"
