Zhu Di brushed away the long and scattered hair on his head, took a closer look, and nodded slightly.
"Do you recognize it?" Li Qing asked.
"No." Zhu Di shook his head, "I have never seen Mahamu look like this. How do I know if this is the case?"
At this time, three Qianhu people covered in blood walked up to the observation deck and saluted with clasped fists: "Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor, Mahamu, the leader of Wala, has been executed. The emperor's achievements are world-famous..."
Naturally, they would not miss such a great opportunity to flatter him. Although they were not the ones to kill Mahamu, they could still drink soup since Marquis Yongqing ate meat.
They were near Li Qing at the time, and they were very sure that the person Li Qing killed was Mahamu!
When Zhu Di heard this, he took a closer look at Mahamu, and then looked at the battlefield directly ahead, where the Oara army was already in chaos.
All circumstances prove that the owner of this head is none other than Mahamu!
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhu Di's mouth. He laughed lowly at first, and then laughed loudly, "Okay, okay...!"
In this battle, Wala was defeated and the leader of Wala, Mahamu, was killed. It was a complete meritorious deed, and Zhu Di was naturally happy.
"Li Qing, how did you kill Mahamu in the midst of thousands of troops?"
"Your Majesty, Marquis Yongqing can fly!" A clever Qianhu answered.
The other two Qianhu immediately followed and said vividly: "The situation was urgent at that time. I saw Marquis Yongqing shouting in a deep voice: Mahamu is coming, and then his body rose into the air and flew towards Mahamu quickly..."
It's a pity that you don't tell stories... Li Qing is speechless. This is still first-hand news. If it continues to be passed down like this, how many times will it pass, and he will not be reincarnated as the Great Luo Jinxian?
"Your Majesty, it's not as mysterious as they said." Li Qing explained, "I was just jumping."
"Why should Marquis Yongqing be humble? How can a man jump so far?" Qianhu was still building momentum for Li Qing.
"...Shut up!" Li Qing's face was full of black lines, "How can humans fly? I am not a bird."
"Haha..." Zhu Di said with rare humor, "Migratory birds are birds too!"
Li Qing: "..."
Zhu Di laughed and waved his hand, and said to the three thousand households, "You should retreat first. When you return, I will discuss your merits and reward them."
"I will retire at the end." The faces of the three thousand households were full of joy. They had achieved their goal and no longer stayed.
After they left, Zhu Di suppressed his smile and said half-jokingly, "Li Qing, you seem to be very repellent. Are you worried about me when others say you are an immortal?"
Li Qing sighed secretly, the temptation of immortality and immortality was too great for the emperor, and Zhu Di was not immune to the temptation.
Although he tried his best to hide it, how could Li Qing not see the desire deep in his eyes.
"I'm not rejecting it," Li Qing said seriously. "Immortal immortality doesn't exist. It's something made up by people. I'm afraid that the emperor will indulge in the small path of cultivating immortals and lose the way of the world."
After a pause, Li Qing sighed: "Throughout the ages, many emperors have sought immortality, but have any of them succeeded?
Even the emperor who conquered the six kingdoms throughout the ages was unable to find immortality, which proves that immortality does not exist. "
The hope in Zhu Di's eyes gradually dimmed. After a long time, he sighed: "Yes, there is no immortal in the world. Even the emperor, who is the most powerful emperor, is just a mortal. How can he talk about immortality?"
"Your Majesty is wise." Li Qing cupped his hands, "Long live your Majesty."
"Long live?" Zhu Di smiled bitterly, "Not to mention long live, even a hundred years old is beyond my reach!"
Years of fighting had severely overdrafted his body, and as he entered his final years, his condition deteriorated even more.
Li Qing consoled him, "In fact, in a sense, the emperor may not be immortal."
"What's the meaning?"
"Like Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han, aren't they all immortal?" Li Qing said with a smile, "Although they are dead, they are still alive, living in the annals of youth and in the hearts of the world. Even if a thousand years pass, they will still be alive. 'alive'.
The emperor built grand ceremonies, opened canals, and pacified the grasslands... His brilliant achievements will surely be immortalized for thousands of generations..."
Barabara...
Zhu Di was very happy with this big meal.
"Well said!" Zhu Di was energized and his eyes were bright. "They only know that Yongle is a great success and a waste of money and people. But they don't know my painstaking efforts. They are just a group of short-sighted people. Future generations will understand Yongle, and the people of all generations will understand Know me, understand me!"
Li Qing flattered him at the right moment, "There is no sage like the Emperor!"
"Hahaha……"
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The battle still continued, but it was no longer as fierce as it was at the beginning. After fighting for so long, the soldiers were already tired.
The Oara army suffered heavy losses. After the Ming army divided the battlefield, they could only fight on their own and were unable to form an effective counterattack. Their decline became more and more serious, and their desire to fight became less and less.
The defeat was decided, and many of the Wala troops began to retreat and break out of the encirclement, not wanting to waste their lives on the battlefield.
Fueled by the desire to survive, they instead showed their fighting power.
Seeing this situation, Zhu Di said loudly: "It's my turn to appear."
"Your Majesty, think twice!"
"How can the emperor, who has a body worth thousands of gold, be lightly suspected of being sued?"
The guards and chamberlains tried to dissuade him one after another, with anxious faces on their faces.
Zhu Di didn't have much time to spare. He ignored these people and walked down from the observation tower to order his troops.
On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyesight. It would be fine if Zhu Di commanded from the center, but if he takes the lead in the charge, it is not uncommon for him to suffer defeat on the battlefield.
The two armies were fighting, and the emperor's life was not more valuable than the soldier's gold. He could survive even after being stabbed a few times.
In the current chaotic situation, there is little point in commanding. Zhu Di is probably going to lead the charge, and Li Qing is afraid of making a mistake, so he will follow him.
More than 20,000 fresh troops made a circle and went straight to the battlefield where the Wala army had the largest number. As soon as they entered the battlefield, the situation was immediately stirred up, and the Wala soldiers were killed and their armor removed.
As Li Qing expected, Zhu Di acted as the vanguard. With his sword still young, he killed everyone in all directions, heartily.
"It's so happy, so damn happy...!"
Zhu Di was dressed in military uniform and was not afraid of ordinary weapons. Occasionally, when killer moves came, Li Qing would block them for him.
Gradually, Zhu Di simply lost his defense and just said one word, "cut!"
The battle lasted for most of an hour, and more than 70% of the Wala army on the battlefield was lost. They were afraid of being killed and immediately dispersed and fled.
Zhu Di was not willing to let go of this opportunity to beat the drowned dog, and immediately led his army to chase him. The Wala army was so frightened that the horse's butt was about to be beaten to death.
After chasing for half an hour, until the Wala army disappeared, Zhu Di was satisfied and led his army back.
When we climbed back to the observation tower, the battle was basically over. Those who deserved to be killed were killed, and those who deserved to escape also escaped. This battle was considered over.
Li Qing let out a long sigh of relief, it was finally over, and he could return to the court after a few days' rest.
In this battle, Wala suffered more serious losses than the Tatars before. This time, the two most powerful forces on the grassland reached a balance.
With a little provocation, they can do it themselves.
After two battles, the Tatars and Oaras would never have any idea of the Ming Dynasty as long as their brains are not broken. Li Qing looked pleased and said, "Your Majesty, after this battle, the Ming Dynasty will not need to send troops again in the next ten years."
Zhu Di smiled and nodded: "I have said before that these people have to be beaten. Only when they hurt and scare them will they be obedient."
"Your Majesty is wise." Li Qing bowed his hand, "However, the tea-horse trade still needs to be done. There are still many good things on the grassland. It is better to block it than to open it up. Opening up trade will not only reduce their hatred of the Ming Dynasty, but also establish friendly relations between the two sides; Moreover, Ming Dynasty can also make a lot of money;
Its profits are so huge that they are no less powerful than maritime trade! "
Zhu Di smiled and said, "That's natural. I don't just know how to kill..."
Halfway through his words, Zhu Di suddenly paused and scratched his head, "Li Qing, do you feel that something is missing?"
Li Qing glanced around and saw that the fighting had basically subsided. Several battlefields were being cleared, and there was nothing unusual.
"What's missing?"
"Less..." Zhu Di's expression suddenly changed, "Where is the emperor's grandson, where is Zhan Ji?"
Li Qing's heart suddenly flashed, and he quickly scanned the battlefield for another week. The battlefields were crowded with people, and he could not find Zhu Zhanji at all.
"Your Majesty, don't panic, maybe the grandson of the emperor will be back soon."
Although he said this, Li Qing also had an ominous premonition.
Zhu Zhanji was only a sixteen-year-old boy. People of this age group had a strong desire for expression. It stands to reason that after the war, he would come back as soon as possible to show off to Grandpa Huang.
But now, the battle is over, and the people haven’t come back yet, most likely...
Thinking of this, he became anxious. This was the future Ming Xuanzong!
If we really lose on this battlefield, it would be better not to fight this battle.
Zhu Di was even more panicked. His eldest grandson was his designated successor. If he was gone, he would cry to death!
He immediately ordered the three armies to assemble, and then issued an edict for Zhu Zhanji to come to see him.
But after waiting for a long time, Zhu Zhanji didn't come.
Zhu Di's face turned pale. Something must have happened to his great grandson...!
