Ming: I am fake, walking on thin ice

Chapter 233: In the past five hundred years, I am the only one who has reached this place

Mobei, Onon River.

Looking ahead, there were endless camps along the river, and horses were neighing, hooves stomping on the ground, galloping back and forth, raising clouds of dust. The kurultai was about to be held, and the leaders of various tribes in the grasslands gathered, including Toghtobukha of the Tatars and Alazhiyuan of the Oirat.

Unlike previous kurultai meetings, this time the meeting was hosted by the Ming Dynasty. Although the Ming Dynasty stated that it would not participate in the internal affairs of Mobei, all tribes knew that the Khan elected this time would definitely be recognized by the Ming Dynasty. In addition, the Ming Dynasty would form an alliance with the new Khan of Mobei.

At this moment, the tribes of the grassland were holding a grand sacrifice. The sun fell on the carefully arranged altar, and a great shaman with white hair, wearing a robe embroidered with mysterious totems and a crown inlaid with gems and feathers, slowly walked into the altar.

In one hand, he held a staff with strange symbols and totems engraved on it. In the other hand, he held a small copper bell, which he shook gently. The clear and pleasant sound echoed across the vast grassland, as if it could penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

The great shaman stood in front of the altar, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to enter a state of meditation. His lips moved slightly, and he chanted an ancient and mysterious spell in a low voice. As the spell echoed, the air around him seemed to solidify, and an indescribable sacred atmosphere enveloped the entire venue.

Suddenly, the great shaman opened his eyes abruptly, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. He raised his staff high and waved it towards the sky. Every time he waved it, the void seemed to be trembling. At the same time, the copper bell in his hand also accelerated the rhythm of shaking, and the ringing became rapid and powerful.

The shaman began to walk slowly around the altar, each step in a specific direction. He sprinkled holy water as he walked, and his voice became more and more passionate. The grassland people present bowed their heads, put their hands together, and silently made their wishes.

Yu Qian, who was not far away, also clasped his hands together. Wang Yue, who was beside him, was full of disdain and whispered, "Other people's Changshengtian will not bless us."

Yu Qian just laughed it off and said: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

When the great shaman completed his last circle and returned to the center of the altar, he raised his staff high and let out a long and deep whistle, which then gradually subsided, leaving only the lingering sound echoing on the grassland.

……

After the sacrifice.

The leaders of the various tribes on the grassland entered the central army tent. Yu Qian sat in the main seat and welcomed them. He raised his wine glass and said, "Everyone, the emperor sent an order a few days ago, hoping that after this meeting, both inside and outside the Great Wall will be as close as one family and will not fight!"

After hearing this, the leaders of all tribes stood up, full of expectation, and said in unison: "We are willing to submit to His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

Among them, only Tutubuha and Alazhiyuan had disdain in their eyes. They all had their own ambitions, while other small tribes had long been tired of the endless wars.

After Yu Qian finished the drink, he spread his hands and said, "Everyone, the kurultai is your grassland internal affairs, we will not get involved. I will leave now, and when you elect a new Khan, I will form an alliance with him on behalf of the Ming Dynasty."

After saying that, he strode out of the tent. Tutubuhua and Alazhiyuan were both confused. In their opinion, without the central leadership of the Ming Dynasty, it would be difficult for the grassland to elect a Khan that everyone would believe in.

Yu Qian came out of the tent with a sly smile on his face. Wang Yue followed him with small steps and chuckled, "After our secret talks with the leaders of the grassland tribes in the past few days, those who choose Tuo Tuo Bu Hua and those who choose Ala Zhi Yuan will be equally matched. Will they fight at that time?"

"We will go in after they start fighting." Yu Qian grinned. "Then, according to our plan, we will divide the grassland into three parts. The west will belong to the Wala tribe, the middle part will belong to the Tatars, and the east will belong to the Uriankhai tribe. From now on, they will only be allowed to graze within the specified range."

Wang Yue smiled and nodded: "With the three parties restraining each other, the court will be much easier to control. Whoever has ambitions, we can unite with the other two and fight them!"

"As Your Majesty said, we have to learn the trick that the Yuan court used to control Goryeo. In the future, their Khans, when they are crown princes, must go to Ming... to study abroad." Yu Qian said, "Only after returning from studying abroad can they inherit the Khanship. In this way, the Khans trained by our Ming will naturally be close to the Ming."

Wang Yue frowned slightly: "There will be traitors among them."

Yu Qian nodded in agreement: "Of course! In the end, it is still up to the Ming Dynasty to become strong."

The two were chatting, and soon they heard a fierce quarrel in the tent, and then, with a bang, a man was kicked out. Yu Qian's face turned cold, and he waved his hand fiercely, leading dozens of guards into the big tent.

……

To the north of the Onon River lies the Shishan Mountains.

The night was shrouded in darkness, the wind was howling, and from time to time torches passed slowly on the mountain. They were Yesen's patrols. Since retreating to the top of this stone mountain, Yesen did not dare to let down his guard.

At this time, in the camp, Yesen was discussing the next move with Bayan and Wuluhei. Wuluhei took a sip of wine and said, "I have sent someone to send a message to Ibak, asking him to send someone to help us."

Ibak was the leader of the Shibir tribe. He was a descendant of Jochi. His territory was just north of Langjuxu and occupied a vast area between the Tobol River, the Irtysh River and the Ob River.

If Zhu Qizhen were here, he would be surprised. Isn't that Siberia? Although this place is large, it is sparsely populated, and all the inhabitants are Mongols and Turks.

"If Ibak brings 50,000 wolf riders, that will be a great help to us," said Wuluhei.

Yesen nodded and said, "I am looking forward to it, but the journey is long, so we have to stabilize it first."

Boyan snorted, "Relying on the Stone Mountain Range, the Ming army will be dragged to death by us. There is only one way up the mountain, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. We have pastures in the north, so we won't starve to death. It will be difficult to supply them with food and grass."

Yesen nodded silently and sighed softly: "The kurultai has been convened in Onon River, right? Humph, Toghtobukha will definitely be elected as the new Khan." "Khan, as long as the Ming army retreats," Boyan said domineeringly, "If you pass your golden sword to each tribe, they will continue to respect you as the Khan."

He wanted to motivate Yesen, but these words made Yesen realize that this time, the Ming army would definitely not let him go.

While they were drinking.

At the foot of the stone mountain, a special team gathered. They carried ropes, bows and arrows, machetes and other weapons on their backs, and wore black clothes, like a group of ghosts.

Zhu Yong stood in front of the team and waved his hand fiercely. The team began to climb up the rocks like ghosts. This was a special team of the Ming army. After rigorous training, it was not an exaggeration to say that they could fly over eaves and walk on walls.

……

Yang Guifang led the army to the foot of the rocky mountain. The moonlight was dim tonight, just right for a night march, so he ordered the army not to hold torches, and they arrived at the foot of the rocky mountain quietly.

"Yesen's army has also relaxed its guards," said the guards, "There are no patrols at the foot of the mountain."

Yang Guifang smiled and said, "They think that the stone mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is only one way up the mountain, and we can't attack it at all."

The guards' eyes were filled with sincere admiration: "General, you are indeed foresighted. You trained a special forces team when you were in the capital."

"No, it wasn't me, it was His Majesty!" Yang Guifang said, "It was His Majesty who named the special forces team. He also told me the concept of special operations. When two armies fight, we should kill the enemy's leader first."

"It's exciting just thinking about it." The guard's eyes were fiery.

Suddenly, there were screams from the mountain, and then a raging fire shot up into the sky. Yang Guifang raised his arm and shouted: "Attack, capture Yesen alive!"

The tens of thousands of Ming troops behind him began to attack.

Yesen, Bayan, and Wuluhei rushed out of the camp on the mountain and were stunned when they saw the shouting and killing below the mountain. They had no idea what was going on. How did the Ming army attack the mountain?
"Khan, retreat decisively," Boyan suggested.

"Yes, we can't defend the Stone Mountain anymore. I will retreat to the north and there is still a chance." Wuluhei said, "Behind us is the Wolf Mountain."

After sighing in hatred, Yesen chose to escape.

After dawn.

Yang Guifang stood on the top of the stone mountain, looking to the north, and said proudly: "In the past five hundred years, I am the only one who has reached this place!"

"General, Yesen has lost tens of thousands of men again." Zhu Yong said, "Let's continue the pursuit."

"Chase, of course we have to chase!" Yu Qian looked determined.

He recalled the days when he conquered Mobei with Emperor Taizong, and his heart was burning with pride. He said loudly: "Emperor Taizong, Emperor Renzong, Emperor Xuanzong, your spirits in heaven are watching, I, Yu Qian, will not lose to Yesen, nor will I lose to you. I beg you to bless the Ming Dynasty!"

……

Beijing.

Zhu Qizhen looked at the secret letter in his hand, which was sent by Ning Rongrong from Japan. In the letter, she said that she had defeated Ryuzoji, and now only she and Shimazu clan were confronting each other in Kyushu. The reason why Shimazu clan had not been dealt with was because the two sides had always maintained a relatively friendly relationship, because it was Shimazu clan that gave her a piece of land in the beginning.

Of course, she would not let the Shimazu clan go, because only after occupying Kyushu would she have enough strength to fight against other daimyo in Japan. After reading the letter, Zhu Qizhen wrote back to her.

Tell her not to rush to destroy the Shimazu clan, as this will easily alert other forces in Japan. Although Japan is in chaos, it still has the general after all.

Although the Shogun Ashikaga Yoshimasa found it difficult to control the local daimyo, his subordinates Hosokawa Katsumoto and Yamana Mochitoyo were very powerful, and it was still easy for them to conquer a daimyo.

He told Ning Rongrong to secretly accumulate strength and continue to wait until Hosokawa Katsumoto and Yamana Mochitoyo went to war, then she could reap the benefits. When Hosokawa Katsumoto and Yamana Mochitoyo decided the winner, they would suddenly find that a terrifying daimyo had risen in Japan, a woman from the Ming Dynasty.

After finishing the official business in the letter, he also expressed his longing for Ning Rongrong. Women need to be coaxed, and it doesn't cost money anyway. After all, Ning Rongrong is already his woman.

"Your Majesty, good news, good news!" Duke Jing Chen Mao rushed in.

Zhu Qizhen glared at him unhappily: "Old Duke, why are you so excited? Aren't we getting enough great victories? Stay calm!"

Duke Chen Mao of Jing waved his hand and reported: "Yang Guifang has captured Shishan and beheaded 60,000 people. Yesen fled again!"

(End of this chapter)