"Benyashili, you are the Great Khan of Mongolia and have the noble bloodline of the Golden Family. How can you acknowledge the Great Ming's thief as your master?”
Arutai looked at Benyashili's devoutness and the Emperor's cold and arrogant gaze, as if he was looking at an ant.
Arutai knew that he wouldn't be able to live, so he scolded Benyashili.
That look of his really made people feel that he was loyal to Mongolia.
It was a pity.
Ben Yashili was not moved at all.
"I am of the Golden Family's bloodline and also the Khan of Tartar, but I am also the most loyal slave of my master."”
Tartar?
These two words made Arutai spit out a mouthful of blood.
We are Mongolia!
In the end, Arutai still died. Before he died, he didn't say anything.
The Tartar soldiers who followed him to Huiqujin would be released if they were willing to swear loyalty to Ming, Zhu Di, and Benyashili. The rest would be killed.
Kuoluan Haizi still had a batch of Tartar captives waiting for Benyashili to take them.
This time, in order for Benyashili to consolidate Arutai's forces, the Ming army did not eliminate all evils like before. They had to use the least amount of strength to eliminate the most fresh troops.
Instead, he chose to capture the captives alive.
Zhu Di and the rest returned to Kuoluan Haizi and made another oath.
Some died, and some surrendered.
This was life, and it was only a choice.
The ending of their lives was already decided the moment the person they were loyal to killed the envoy of Great Ming, Guo Ji.
This opportunity to choose was exchanged for the submission of their Great Khan and the kindness of the Great Ming Emperor.
The Northern Expedition to Tartar had ended successfully.
Arutai was beheaded, and the Tartar Khan Benyashri surrendered.
Zhu Di prepared to return to court.
"Emperor, can you come to the grasslands to patrol in the future? The Tartars really hope that you can come."
Ben Yashili asked cautiously but full of hope.
Zhu Di was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Ben Yashili to have such an idea.
Since ancient times, the Central Plains and the grasslands had been independent of each other. Although they would often fight each other due to various resource issues.
In the past dynasties, there had been many Great Khans who had been conquered by the emperors of the Central Plains.
However, they were all here to meet the Emperor of the Central Plains, not for the Emperor to patrol the grasslands.
Patrol was something that could only be done on the territory of one's own country.
"Is this considered opening up new territory?”
For a moment, Zhu Di didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Zhu Zhanhe, who was watching from the side, was also a little confused.
What was going on? It actually looked like a dualistic country of the Han people in the Central Plains.
However, weren't the ancient dualistic countries only established after the grasslands took over the Central Plains? Could it be that the old man wanted to make history?
Dualistic country?
What was this?
Zhu Di's heart was itching. He suddenly realized that this word might have something to do with him forever pacifying the chaos in the grasslands.
It was a key.
It was the key to ending the thousands of years of conflict between the Central Plains and the grasslands.
However, Zhu Di was not in a hurry.
He did not take the initiative to ask Zhu Zhanhe.
He knew that Zhu Zhanhe was a treasure trove.
However, once this treasure knew that he could hear his thoughts, it would close the door to him.
"In the past ten years, it was because I, as a grandfather, did not let Zhan He feel the love of his family that caused Zhan He to be unwilling to get close to me. He even pretended to be a sickly silkpants.”
"But now, as long as I treat him well sincerely, there will come a day when the little fox will open her heart to this old fox grandpa.”
"Now, Zhen is not in a hurry."
"It's just that Second Brother still needs to be taught a lesson.”
"Isn't it just that we didn't give him the position of Crown Prince? You have such a powerful son, but you actually hid it from me, your father. Hmph, you deserve a beating!"
Zhu Di thought to himself as he said a few words to Ben Yashili with a gentle expression. Ben Yashili was so touched that he cried.
Even though Ben Yashili was reluctant to part with him, Zhu Di still left.
The Ming army,
They were officially returning to court!
On the way, we passed by Yinma River.
Zhu Di personally poured a cup of wine for the 100,000 soldiers who had died.
"I can't let you return to your roots, but I've finally helped you take revenge.”
"In this battle, I and your comrades killed more than fifty thousand elite Tartars. Arutai was beheaded, and Benyashili surrendered.”
"For the Central Plains, for your parents, wives, children, brothers, and sisters, I have exchanged ten years of peace.”
"I hope that you know this and can close your eyes in peace.”
After Zhu Di finished speaking in his heart, he sighed. When he opened his eyes again, the emperor who dominated the world had returned.
"Let's go back to Da Ming, answer the heavens, and go home!”
Following Zhu Di's order,
The army once again marched in the direction of Great Ming.
Perhaps he sensed something.
Zhu Di looked to the west. There was also a bearded man with a strong back and a strong waist. He was also silently looking in the direction of the Great Ming army.
"Grassland, I will return."
"The next time I return, I will deal with the three guards of Wala and Wuliangha!”
Zhu Di always remembered that Zhu Zhanhe had once "said",
Five hundred thousand soldiers of the Ming Dynasty died in that battle.
A large number of Xungui died, even Zhang Fu died in battle.
Even the emperor was captured
Tumu Castle, the rebellion.
Wala,
I will return.
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