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"Moreover, my Great Ming is a country of the Heavenly Dynasty. Can't you give me this little bit of dignity?”
" The Wala people brought gifts and drove cattle, sheep, and horses to our Great Ming Dynasty to pay tribute. When they came, they respectfully kowtowed and asked for a title. They repeatedly asked me to give them gifts and beg me to agree…
My Great Ming is a country of etiquette. This etiquette must be reciprocated, right?
How come when it comes to you, it becomes that I have evil intentions?
Arutai of your Tartar tribe also came to give gifts to me, and I returned the favor. Isn't this how you make friends?”
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" I've done my best to treat you, my neighbor. I sent someone to confer you a title and send you gifts to express my condolences. I wanted to be on good terms with your Tartar tribe, but you killed the messenger. Not only did you not repent, but you also became even worse and killed 100,000 soldiers of the Ming Dynasty…"
"Now that the heavenly punishment is upon you, you have brought disaster to your tribe!”
"Not only did you offend the Ming Dynasty, you offended the heavens…you also offended the Tartar Tribe…"
"Tell me yourself, how should I deal with you?”
Emperor Yongle's words had cleaned himself up. Great Ming and Wala were on good terms because the Wala people were respectful. We, Great Ming, liked to make friends. You don't blame us for thinking too much. It's you who are narrow-minded!
"Stop pretending. You can fool others, but you can't fool me…The winner is king and the loser is a bandit. I'll listen to you."
Ben Yashili looked like he was indifferent to life and death.
Zhu Di laughed and said,"Don't you care about your son, Daliba?"”
Ben Yashili asked in panic,""How do you know about Daliba?？Did you catch him? No, that's impossible, I sent him away before the battle started…"
"Your son is doing very well now. As long as you cooperate with the dancers of the Education Bureau and practice your dancing skills well, I will naturally give your family some dignity…Take him away and take good care of him!”
" You want to humiliate me…I'm the direct descendant of Xue Chanhan and Genghis Khan. I'm the Great Khan of the grasslands…You can kill me, but you can't humiliate me…" Benyashili had lost his initial composure. He shouted angrily and was dragged out…
Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes in his heart. It turned out that Zhu Laosi had spent so much effort to talk to Ben Yashili just to make him dance like the Turkic Jie Li Khan!
After Tang Taizong defeated the Eastern Turks, he held a celebration banquet in the middle palace and had the Turkic Khan Jie Li perform a dance to liven things up. From then on, Jie Li Khan gained the reputation of 'Chang' an Dance King'!
Emperor Yongle wanted Ben Ya Shili to imitate the grassland senior Jie Li and become the Heavenly Dance King!
The bad taste of emperors!
Well done, I'll give you a thumbs up!
After the interlude, the celebratory feast quickly ended. Because there was a fixed number of drinks in the army, it was only enough to relieve the fatigue of the army. It was impossible to drink to your heart's content.
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Yongle led the army into the tent.
After the banquet, the main tent of the central army was moved to the lower part, presumably because the wind on the top of the slope was too strong.
"Does Imperial Grandfather intend to imitate Tang Taizong and imprison Benya Shili in Yingtian?”
Zhu Di was stunned when he heard that.
His grandfather was not as hypocritical as Li Shimin. After he returned to the capital, his grandfather planned to wait for him to dance a few times and make all the officials happy. Then, he would chop off his head to pay tribute to the heroic soul who died in battle!”
"Are we going to kill his son too?"
"What son?"
"Is it the Daliba that Grandpa mentioned before?”
"Hey, Grandpa was just bluffing. He sent Daliba away a long time ago. If it wasn't for Ma 'erha, I wouldn't have known about such a person!”
Zhu Zhanji only felt his head buzzing. Zhu Laosi had been lying to Ben Yashili from the beginning to the end, just to trick him into practicing his dance!
Such a responsible and good teacher, since ancient times, only you, Emperor Yongle, am I right? I admire you, I really admire you!
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"Grandpa, do you have something on your mind?" Seeing that Zhu Di was not in high spirits, Zhu Zhanji asked with concern.
Emperor Yongle laughed,"You helped grandpa win such a big battle. Grandpa is so happy. What could be on his mind?"”
"Grandpa remembered that your alcohol tolerance isn't that good. Why didn't you go back to rest?”
Zhu Zhanji handed the longbow over and said,""Grandson is here to present a treasure. Grandpa, please take a look!”
The Emperor of Yonghe took the longbow and examined it. He asked in surprise,""This arched back is a little too long. It takes a lot of effort to open it…
Hmm? This bow arm is quite narrow from the bowstring…This is too simple and crude. The angle Achilles tendon hasn't even been repaired…"
As he spoke, he pulled the empty string and tested the strength."Eh? This bounce is not bad. Stop stretching and talk to Grandpa!”
Zhu Zhanji replied proudly,"Grandpa, this longbow is easier to make than an ordinary horn bow!"
However, its range was twice as long as an ordinary horn bow, and its penetrative power was stronger. This was the longbow I used to deal with the Tartar soldiers. Their bows and arrows couldn't reach me, but I could keep shooting at them…
They only took a few laps to wipe out the Tartar pursuers. Coupled with a man and two horses, as long as the Tartar pursuers didn't run away, they would be wiped out sooner or later!”
Hearing this, Emperor Yong Le suddenly realized,"So it's Tie Muzhen's 'Manguda' combat technique. No wonder your guards are all safe…
Grandpa thought that it was all thanks to those treasured armors!
Your longbow was prepared for this riding archery tactic…With twice the shooting range, isn't it better than our handguns…
Not bad, not bad. You have to use your brain more in this war, hahaha…"
"Grandfather, if all of our Great Ming's archers were to change to this kind of longbow, the enemy would be baptized by the rain of arrows from more than three hundred steps away, and would only have the chance to fight back when they were one hundred and fifty steps away.”
Emperor Yongle's eyes lit up,"As long as there are more archers, the opponent might not even have the chance to connect the formation and would be defeated…".
He looked at the longbow in his hand excitedly and asked,""My good grandson, what material is this longbow made of? Is it common wood?"
"Grandpa, these longbows that I use are all materials that I took from Benyashili's tent. I think they're called red bean trees or purple robes!”
When he heard that his grandson had torn down the tent of the Tartar Khan, he felt a toothache and complained,""Brat, how good would it be if you left that tent to your grandfather's sacrificial temple? Putting it in front of the ancestors 'spirits would give grandfather face!”
Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Laosi speechlessly. Was he so concerned about his reputation?
"Grandpa, I only took down the thin wood. Go find someone to find it and put some more wooden poles in. The big frame is not broken…"
Zhu Laosi quickly said to Little Snot,"Quickly send someone to do it!"”
Zhu Zhanji was speechless. Was face that important? The inside is the most important, Shiro!
Of course, Zhu Zhanji did not dare to say it out loud and could only discuss it in his heart!
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