Inside the tent.
After Mahamu said this, everyone fell silent.
They were different from the Ming Dynasty. They were nomads who herded sheep and horses for a living.
The vast and rich grasslands were the foundation of their survival. They could not rely on farming to survive like the people of Ming Dynasty.
This was a difference in the environment that could not be made up for. Therefore, once a major change occurred in the grassland, just like this year.
Their survival would be seriously threatened.
"Some of the children in the tribe have already lost their milk, and we're still arguing here. What's this!”
Mahamu looked at them and shouted angrily.
But then he sighed.
"I understand your feelings, but we are the hope of our tribe. We must be careful and not blindly act rashly. Only then can we lead our tribe forward.”
The group of leaders looked unusually solemn.
They also knew the seriousness of the matter, but they were also anxious.
At this moment, someone walked into the tent.
"Great Khan, a Central Plainsman wants to see you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the tent instantly exploded.
"Han!"
"What is he doing here? Is he trying to persuade us to surrender?”
"Kill him and let them know the determination of our grassland tribe!”
……
In an instant, the people of the various tribes shouted.
They didn't seem to be angry, but afraid, afraid of the Ming Emperor.
When Mahamu saw this, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
They had already been emboldened by Big Ming's big sister. How could such a person go against that insufferably arrogant Big Ming?
Mahamu raised his head, and everyone regained their calm.
In the face of a great battle, there could only be one voice in the army. They understood this.
"Let him in. I want to see what he wants to do.”
Mahamu waved his hand.
Soon, the person was brought in.
It was different from what they had imagined. That person was not wearing the official robes of the Ming Dynasty, nor was he wearing armor.
They still knew their old enemy, Da Ming, very well.
Logically speaking, if they were really here to persuade them to surrender, the messenger would definitely be wearing official robes.
Faced with everyone's scrutinizing gazes and undisguised killing intent, that person did not panic. Instead, he looked at Mahamu on the couch.
"Jianwen Envoy greets Great Khan."
"Jianwen?"
"Who is that?"
"Never heard of it."
……
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and asked, then shook their heads.
"Jianwen envoy?"
Mahamu looked at him and frowned.
"Returning to the Great Han Dynasty, Emperor Jianwen is the legitimate emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The former emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di, was just a thief who stole the country.”
the man explained.
"Zhu Di? Thieves who steal the country?"
Hearing this, Mahamu was not surprised. Instead, he laughed out loud.
"So it's a group of defeated generals."
He wasn't stupid, he understood that this so-called Jianwen must have been a failure in the fight for the imperial power.
As for Zhu Di being a thief? What did it have to do with him?
Moreover, there was no doubt that the current Emperor of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di, was a thief. The so-called thief of the country might be the comfort of his failure.
"Great Khan, His Highness Jianwen is the legitimate one, that old bastard Zhu Di is just…"
When the messenger heard this, he began to explain in a hurry, but he was interrupted by Mahamu.
"I'm not interested in listening to this. I only know that the current emperor of Great Ming is Zhu Di, and we only acknowledge Zhu Di.”
Although they had always regarded Zhu Di as a great enemy, they had never respected him.
The men of the grasslands had always admired the strong. It could be said that if the current emperor was not Zhu Di but Jianwen, they would have gone south without hesitation.
Why would he hesitate for so long? He didn't want to hear a single word from the loser.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand and prepared to take this guy away.
The tribal leaders at the side were already rubbing their fists. They drew their scimitars and stepped forward.
"Hold on, Great Khan. I came here to tell you a piece of news.”
The messenger hurriedly said, but Mahamu ignored him.
"Brat, if you have anything to say, you can slowly speak to the scimitar in my hand.”
The Junggar laughed cruelly. He hated the Han the most. He believed that it was because the Han had sealed off their living space that they were in such a miserable state.
"Great Khan!"
"Great Khan!"
The messenger kept shouting, but Mahamu was still unmoved.
"Great Khan, Zhu Di is dead. The one who led the troops here is his son, the King of Zhao!”
"Wait!"
Upon hearing this, Mahamu immediately shouted for them to stop.
Seeing this, Junggar and the others looked at each other and let go of the messenger without any resentment.
"Zhu Di is dead?"
Mahamu stared into his eyes.
"Yes, Great Khan. We have already confirmed that Zhu Di is dead. Right now, his two sons are still fighting for power in the capital, so only his third son, the King of Zhao, has brought troops. Now is a good opportunity for you to send troops!”
The emissary said hurriedly. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would not be able to complete this mission.
Ever since he came to Wala's camp, he had never thought of returning alive.
"Zhu Di is dead. Someone told me the same thing before. Is he one of your people?”
Ma Hamu immediately understood the connection between them. It was very simple. Jianwen was defeated by Zhu Di.
And they were the external enemies. Their enemies were all the same. That was why these guys told him this news.
"Yes, we were the ones who gave you this news before.”
The messenger also admitted it generously.
"Let me ask you, is Emperor Zhu Di really dead?”
Mahamu continued to ask.
"I'm sure. Think about it, if Zhu Di is really alive, then the one who led the troops here must be him, not his son, the King of Zhao.”
The messenger analyzed the situation for him.
Ma Hamu also nodded. He knew Zhu Di's personality.
As for whether Zhu Di would deliberately hide and wait for them to let down their guard before giving them a fatal blow.
He only thought about it for a moment before rejecting it.
What kind of person was Zhu Di? He was definitely not the kind of person who would cower and hide behind the scenes.
If he were to set out, he would definitely cause a huge commotion and let the entire grassland know that he, Zhu Di, was here!
He was such an arrogant person.
However, even if the envoy said so, he did not believe it. This was their last hope. If they failed, the tribes of the grassland would suffer heavy casualties this winter.
In fact, he would not be able to recover in a few years. He did not dare to take the risk, nor could he afford to.
He had to confirm the truth of this matter personally.
As the Great Khan, he had to be responsible for all the tribes, not lead them to their deaths.
This was his responsibility as the Great Khan.
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