The tribal leaders of the grassland were all very satisfied when they returned after meeting the Ming Emperor.
Of course, Zhu Qiyu, Yu Qian, and Fang Yue were also very satisfied.
The turmoil in the northern territories had temporarily calmed down.
This time, not only did they eliminate the biggest danger at the border, Wala Yexian.
It also shocked the other tribes.
Zhu Qiyu knew very well that if he wanted the border to truly have a long period of peace and stability.
Then the Great Ming Empire's national strength must continue to grow.
His fists had to be harder and his weapons sharper.
Only then would these grassland tribes be docile and docile.
Otherwise, they were like snakes or wolves waiting for an opportunity to ambush you.
Only when one was strong was the absolute truth.
Now, the chaos at the northern border had finally subsided.
Wala was destroyed.
He was also killed first.
Reclaim lost territory.
The displaced people in the five states needed to be settled.
A dilapidated city needed to be rebuilt.
Under the efforts of the new governor of the five prefectures, Fang Yue, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
He learned that the Emperor was returning to court tomorrow.
Fang Yue paid a visit to the Emperor again.
"Your Majesty, I request that the people of the five states be exempted from taxes for three years.”
"These few days, I've also seen how difficult it is for you, as well as the suffering of the people of the five states." I approve."
"Zhen has said that Zhen believes in your ability and foresight. Therefore, it was definitely not just verbal support.”
"When you return to the capital, Zhen will have the Ministry of Revenue allocate another million to you every year.”
"I hope that in five years, these five regions will become the strongest and most prosperous border city in our Great Ming.”
Hearing the Emperor's promise, Fang Yue became excited again.
This was true support.
"Your Majesty, this subject has made a military pledge. I will not disappoint Your Majesty and the people of the five states.”
Zhu Qiyu brought Yu Qian, Fan Guang, Shi Zhuzi, Zhang Mao, Tang Jie, and the other civil and military officials back to court.
It had been exactly a month since they had departed from the capital.
In this one month, Zhu Qiyu, the new emperor, led hundreds of thousands of troops and made many great achievements.
At this time, it had already spread throughout the various counties of the Ming Dynasty.
All the commoners of Great Ming were excitedly discussing this Saint Monarch.
It is the blessing of the Ming Dynasty and the blessing of the common people that a wise monarch has descended from heaven.
Of course, Zhu Qiyu was still unaware of all this.
At this moment, he only wanted to return to the capital as soon as possible, have a good sleep, and have a good meal.
He had been working day and night for the past month. He was simply too busy.
Of course, he had also received a generous report for his efforts.
The reason why the five regions could recover their production and development was because he could do everything himself.
The local officials did not dare to slack off.
At the same time, Zhu Qiyu's image as a wise king had won their respect and fear.
Even Yu Qian, Fang Yue, Fan Guang, and the others looked at him with even more reverence.
On this day.
Zhu Qiyu suddenly asked Yu Qian as the army approached the Earthwood Fortress.
"Yu Qing, let's go to the Earth Wood Fort. We are paying tribute to the 200,000 heroic spirits who died for our Ming Dynasty.”
When Yu Qian, Fan Guang, and the others heard this, their expressions immediately turned solemn.
Actually, the rebellion at the Tumu Fortress should be a disgrace to the Emperor, a disgrace to the Ming Dynasty.
However, this new emperor exposed his own scars and faced him calmly.
This breadth of mind was truly admirable.
"Your Majesty is wise, and we admire you greatly.”
Especially Zhang Mao, this steel-like young general, was actually crying bitterly at this moment, unable to control himself.
However, no one looked down on him.
Because he was crying for his father, the British Duke Zhang Fu, and for the 200,000 soldiers of Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Qiyu led the army to the back of the Earth Wood Fort.
In the middle of the battlefield, there was a huge tomb.
Needless to say, these were the corpses of the 200,000 soldiers that had been burned and buried inside.
No matter how noble and powerful they were when they were alive, they were as insignificant as dust after death.
Zhu Qiyu ordered people to set up an altar in front of this huge tomb.
At the same time, he also asked Yu Qian to write a self-reproaching edict for him.
Rather than saying that it was written for him, it was better to say that it was written for his Imperial Brother Zhu Qizhen.
Zhu Qiyu stood in front of this huge tomb, under the witness of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, with a sorrowful expression, he recited this self-reproaching edict.
His actions once again won the respect of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
The Battle of Earthwood Fortress had nothing to do with this new ruler. He was the one who had helped the 200,000 soldiers who had died to take revenge.
He washed away the shame for Da Ming.
However, this new ruler did not let anyone praise his merits. Instead, he issued a self-reproaching edict in front of 200,000 heroic spirits.
At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who were still alive were extremely moved.
For the revered Emperor of Ming Dynasty to be able to do this, they could no longer use their current feelings of admiration.
At this moment, the loyalty of the army of hundreds of thousands of soldiers to the new emperor had reached a point where they were completely loyal to him.
The strong were terrifying.
Benevolent people were respected.
And these two, this Great Ming New Emperor undoubtedly occupied both.
"Long live the Emperor."
"Long live the Emperor."
"Long live the Emperor."
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers shouted in front of this huge tomb.
This earth-shaking shout echoed among the mountains.
Before Zhang Mao left, he took off his clothes and wrapped a big bag of dirt from the battlefield.
This land was stained with the blood of his father, Zhang Fu.
It was also stained with the blood of many soldiers.
He wanted to take this soil back to the capital and scatter it on his father's cenotaph.
Zhu Qiyu looked at this benevolent and filial young general and nodded unconsciously.
He had observed Zhang Mao for many days during this expedition.
Not only was he talented, but he also had the ambition and loyalty of the British Duke Zhang Fu.
The title of Duke of England was none other than him.
Thinking of this, Zhu Qiyu smiled.
Because he began to think about the reward for the army returning to the capital.
In this northern expedition, who had the greatest contribution?
The first person the ministers would think of was him, the emperor.
However, Zhu Qiyu knew that the greatest contribution this time was still the people around him.
Yu Qian is the stone pillar of Nanba King. He is very happy. He should be the first to make contributions.
Next were Zhang Mao, Tang Jie, Fan Guang, and the other generals.
Of course, there were many others who had made great contributions.
Zhu Qiyu would arrange these contributions and send them to the capital every day.
He hoped that on the day the army returned to the capital, they would receive their own rewards.
This was also what the hundreds of thousands of soldiers hoped for.
Great Ming, the capital.
All the officials, nobles, and hundreds of thousands of people in the city seemed to know that the Emperor had returned victorious overnight.
The entire capital was as lively as the new year.
On this day, the city gates were hung with red lanterns.
The streets of the capital were filled with firecrackers.
Whether it was the civil and military officials or the ordinary people, they all wore festive clothes and prepared to welcome the new emperor back to the capital.
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