I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 442 Military News
Burigude did not expect that Daiqin Taiji would attack him directly. He was hit in the neck, blood gushed out, and he fell down helplessly.
There was a commotion in the Mongolian army, and many people looked terrified.
"Anyone who dares to persuade me again will suffer the same fate as him!" Daiqin Taiji roared.

What Buzhigude just said was against the rules was actually that the wars between the Mongols were relatively restrained in terms of killing.

After achieving a decisive victory on the battlefield, the victor will take over the loser's tribe and kill the loser's ruling class as appropriate, but this killing will not be expanded, let alone spread to women and children.

Because population is a very precious resource on the grassland, the chance of a nomadic baby growing up to adulthood is much lower than that of a baby in an agricultural civilization, because babies on the grassland face a more complex and dangerous growth environment.

As he grows up, the care his parents provide is destined to be very limited. He can be killed by a kick from the various large livestock in the home, and he also has to face various wild beasts. The children of farming nations grow up in an environment with far fewer dangerous elements, so the adulthood rate of nomadic peoples is much lower than that of agricultural civilizations.

Precisely because the adult population rate is so low, the Mongols generally do not commit much killing after winning a war, because population is one of the important spoils of the victor, and it is easy to kill people but difficult to replenish them.

This time, Daiqin Taiji broke this rule and expanded the killing.
"Take action!" Daiqin Taiji gave the order coldly. Chenggeltu and the other dozen Mongolian youths who had embarrassed him were not in the tribe, so he could only punish those who were related to Chenggeltu and the others.

Even ants are greedy for life, let alone dozens of young and vigorous Mongolians.

A desperate battle broke out instantly. Many women and children joined the battle. They wanted to rush out, but their fighting power was not enough to shake the surrounding Mongolian army. They fell in a pool of blood one by one.
The Mongolian army was so bloodthirsty that by the time they stopped, more than half of the tribe had been killed.
"Taiji, do you want to cover it up?" A Mongolian officer covered in blood said carefully.

"No need." Daiqin Taiji gently wiped the bloody long sword, "This is the fate of being a traitor and a thief. I want everyone to know this."

This killing made him feel much better. He finally punished the thieves who occupied his property.
"Take away everything that can be used and carried away, and then hurry to the next tribe. The Khan asked us to bring back more supplies for the winter," Daiqin Taiji ordered.

Niu Zhongxia rode his horse carefully to the tribe where Uncle Gulisi was. Just now, a man from Uncle Gulisi's tribe ran to their tribe covered in blood. That man was crazy and could not get any useful information. So Niu Zhongxia came to investigate carefully.
He felt something was wrong from a distance, because there were flocks of vultures circling in the sky above the tribe. Vultures are scavengers and are very sensitive to animal carcasses. They often hover over animal carcasses on the grassland, but it was the first time that Niu Zhongxia had seen so many vultures appear at once.
After he made sure there was no danger and rushed into the tribe, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
There were corpses everywhere, and the dense vultures completely ignored his presence and pecked at the corpses on the ground as if no one was around.
On the surrounding yurts, various insulting words were written in Mongolian: thief, thief, traitor.
Niu Zhongxia continued to look up and finally found Uncle Gulisi. Uncle Gulisi had completely lost his life. He was hung high up with a huge wooden sign hanging on his chest. It was written in Mongolian:

"If one person reveals the truth, the whole family will be killed!"

"No" Niu Zhongxia fell to his knees in great pain.
Beijing.

Nangong.

"Your Highness, this is the latest military report sent by His Majesty." Chen Hong placed a stack of military reports in front of Zhu Houxuan.

"I got it!" Zhu Houxuan said without raising his head.

How to govern the Mongols has always been one of Zhu Houxuan's priorities, so the military reports from the north will be given to him as soon as possible. After Zhu Houxuan finished processing the documents in front of him, he picked up the stack of military reports and started reading.
When he saw one of the military newspapers, he couldn't help but sit up straight. After some quick thinking, he stood up and walked out of the room.

"Go find His Majesty!"

Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Houxuan did not find Zhu Houzhao in the Leopard Room, but was told that Zhu Houzhao had gone to the palace. When Zhu Houxuan rushed to the palace, he was told that Zhu Houzhao was in the Qianqing Palace.

"My royal brother, you gave me a hard time looking for you." Zhu Houxuan said as soon as he entered the Qianqing Palace.

He saw Zhu Houzhao discussing something with five cabinet members.

When the five cabinet ministers saw Zhu Houxuan coming in, they all stood up and saluted him.
"Is there anything urgent?" Zhu Houzhao asked.

Zhu Houxuan returned the greetings to the Grand Secretaries, and then quickly said, "Brother, God bless our Ming Dynasty. The Mongolian chieftain has made such a big mistake. If we can make good use of this, we can win the hearts of the Mongolian people."

"Have you won the hearts of the Mongolian people?" Zhu Houzhao and the cabinet ministers looked at each other in surprise.

Zhu Houzhao thought for a moment and said, "Brother, you are talking about the massacre of the Mongolian tribes that converted to Hetao, right?"

"What are your majesty and your highness talking about?" The cabinet ministers were even more confused.
"You grand secretaries have not seen the military report yet," Zhu Houzhao said hurriedly.

Zhu Houxuan nodded, handed the military report to Liang Chu, and sighed: "The brave are angry and draw their swords against the stronger ones; the cowardly are angry and draw their swords against the weaker ones."

The university scholars were stunned when they heard this, and they felt that what Zhu Houxuan said made a lot of sense, which made them even more curious about the military report in their hands. They quickly circulated the military report and had a basic understanding of what happened.
"This Mongolian bandit chieftain Daiqin led the Mongolian cavalry to plunder the Mongolian tribes that had naturalized in our Ming Dynasty. Four tribes were attacked and looted, and more than a thousand people were killed. This is obviously a heavy loss for our side, so how can it be considered a good thing that God blesses the Ming Dynasty?" Jiang Mian asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhu Houxuan was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that he was in charge of all matters related to Mongolia recently. These cabinet ministers were still not familiar with Mongolian affairs and had no idea about the current state of mind of the naturalized Mongolians.
"Brother, tell me, I've also read the military report. What the Mongols did can win some hearts and minds for us, but the effect will definitely not reach what you said, 'winning the hearts and minds of the Mongolian people'," Zhu Houzhao said after thinking for a while.

(End of this chapter)