Squeak...squeak...
Stretch...bang...
The sound of the bowstring being tightened woke up the somewhat stunned Aduqin.
"Don't do it, don't even do it!"
Looking at the soft bow that was already as full as the moon, Aduqin shivered all over and immediately shouted: "I'm coming out, coming out right away!"
While shouting, he ran towards the exit of the passage.
Because of the fatigue from the battle and the tension just now, Aduqin fell three times in a short distance of thirty to forty meters, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Looking at the embarrassed look, Chongzhen sneered. He really thought he was not afraid of death, but he gave up after just one round.
If you want to talk to yourself even if you can't position yourself correctly, then I won't tolerate you!
"Emperor Ming, I have something to say!"
"A living Huang Taiji is far more valuable than a dead Huang Taiji!"
"The establishment of slaves has plagued the Ming Dynasty for nearly fifty years. All the land in Liaodong has been lost, and countless soldiers and civilians have been killed and injured. This time the Northern Campaign is a great victory, and the Ancestral Temple offers prisoners, Huang Taiji is the most suitable..."
"I don't need it!"
Chongzhen continued to interrupt Aduqin's words and said disdainfully: "I liquidated the eunuchs, quelled the conflicts between the parties, returned the land to the people, and rectified the government. The battles of Longjing Pass and Grassland were great victories, killing hundreds of thousands of enemies. This battle is even more... More than 400,000 of your coalition troops were destroyed.
One after another, which one is not a great achievement? I need to sacrifice prisoners in the Ancestral Temple to show my military exploits?
I don't need or care about these false names.
As long as the world is stable, the people live and work in peace and contentment, their families have enough food, and their hands have enough money, is it no better than those who come in vain? "
Damn...
Listening to Chongzhen's words, Aduqin cursed in his heart. Shouldn't a twenty-year-old emperor be so happy about his achievements? How could you take it so lightly?
If Huang Taiji is not alive, then they will lose their value.
Not only did he have to bear the reputation of a traitor, his entire tribe was also massacred.
"No, we must convince Chongzhen!"
A Duqin roared in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind: "No, you need it, more than anyone else. In the nearly fifty years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, slaves have plagued the Ming Dynasty. All the land in Liaodong has been lost, and millions of soldiers and civilians have been killed and injured. count,
Now that Jiannu has been eliminated, this is an unparalleled achievement. The sacrifice of prisoners in the Imperial Ancestral Temple is an explanation for the millions of soldiers and civilians who died.
Usually when prisoners are offered to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, they are just generals and tribal leaders, but Huang Taiji is the king of a country, and the meaning is very different..."
"Who recognizes that slavery is a country? Since it is not a country, where can the king of a country come from?
Besides, is he worthy of being the king of a country? "
His own words were interrupted again, and Aduqin was momentarily stunned when he was about to run away.
What Chongzhen said is correct. The Ming Dynasty has always referred to Dajin as Jiannu, and has not recognized Jiannu as a country. If it did, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?
Looking at Chongzhen's dull expression, Aduqin suddenly straightened up: "Emperor Ming Dynasty, you are right, but you are also wrong!"
"You don't need it, but the civil servants and generals of the Ming Dynasty need it, and the thousands of people of the Ming Dynasty need it!"
After saying this, Aduqin put his hands behind his back and looked up at the bloody setting sun. He stopped talking and had a look of determination on his face.
After hearing these words, Chongzhen's half-smiling expression slowly returned to normal, and then he became serious.
He admitted that what Adu Qin said was on point.
He does not need these false names, but the officials and people of the Ming Dynasty do, even if he will build slaves, plow the court, and sweep holes.
But those people were too far away from the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty people needed an outlet.
Sacrificing Huang Taiji as a prisoner in the Ancestral Temple and then executing him at Lingchi was the best way to vent his anger, which played a huge role in improving the cohesion of the Ming Dynasty and intimidating surrounding enemies.
The sacrifice of prisoners by the Imperial Ancestral Temple was not just an expression of merit by the emperor alone, but also represented the officials. Whether Huang Taiji was sacrificed as a prisoner or not had completely different meanings.
It is estimated that Yuan Keli's character and self-cultivation cannot resist this temptation!
The governance of the Ming Dynasty did not rely on himself, but more on the officials.
After thinking about it, Chongzhen whispered: "Conditions?"
"Don't go too far. Without one Huang Taiji, I can still find several Huang Taiji. It's just a matter of time. There are many enemies around the Ming Dynasty, such as Fusang!"
The added sentence instantly extinguished the heart of Abdul Qin who was about to open his mouth: "We can die, but please let our tribes go and give them a way to live!"
As soon as these words came out, all the generals were shocked. They all thought that they would offer to let them go, but they didn't expect that their lives would be exchanged for the survival of the entire tribe.
From this point of view alone, the leader of the Mongolian tribes is a qualified leader, and he is still a man.
"You know how to measure yourself!"
Chongzhen took a deep look at Aduqin, and then said softly: "I agree to your request.
However, don’t rush to be happy. Your tribe can survive, but your tribe may not still be there. What the Ming Dynasty needs is long-term peace and stability.
When there are more tribes, disputes are bound to occur, and hatred is more likely to continue. Maybe one day they will rebel again. "
"We...understand!"
A Duqin's spirit was shaken, with a smile on his face: "Emperor Ming Dynasty, you are the emperor, and you must stick to your word. We are not judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart. It is really about the names of millions of people, and it is not a trivial matter.
We need you to come up with a strategy that will allow us to go with peace of mind! "
"presumptuous!"
Cao Wenzhao angrily rebuked: "Aduzin, don't push yourself too far, how do you want us to prove it?
Even if an edict is issued, it will take months to spread throughout the Ming Dynasty and then return here. We don't have time to waste it here.
Besides, once an edict is issued, do you definitely believe it? "
"Do not believe!"
"Then what do you think we should do?"
A Duqin's face became serious. He looked at the corpses all over the battlefield and said solemnly: "As long as the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty says to the Ming soldiers who died in the battlefield, it is enough for me to agree to the requests of the Mongolian tribes!"
hiss……
Everyone took a breath and saw the shock in A Duqin's eyes. Even Chongzhen couldn't help but applaud in his heart.
This is the feudal era, where ghosts and gods are serious.
If he didn't keep his promise to the soldiers who died fighting for the Ming Dynasty, how could he be expected to keep his promise to the living?
I have to say that this move is absolutely a stroke of genius.
After thinking about it, Chongzhen turned around and looked at the battlefield, loudly saying: "I agree to the request of the Mongolian tribes!"
"Thank you Emperor Ming!"
Aduqin put his left hand on his right chest and bowed slightly towards Chongzhen, as did the leaders and personal guards of the Mongolian tribes behind him.
After the salute, Aduqin whispered: "Emperor Ming Dynasty, can you wait for me pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and give me some more time, so that we can make the final explanation?"
Chongzhen didn't speak, just waved his hand, and the Fang family immediately took pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the accompanying baggage truck.
After Aduqin looked around, he spread the paper on the back of a dead horse, picked up the pen and started writing. He wrote several large sheets of paper without adding any details.
Then the leaders of the tribes also came forward one by one, each wrote a letter, and then took off some accessories and placed them on top of the letter.
After doing all this, Aduqin glanced around, and finally stopped at the person behind Chongzhen, and shouted: "Tulu Baihu, get the fuck out of here!"
