Ming Dynasty: Pick up attributes from the battlefield to create the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 190 Sealing the Wolf's Nest! Emperor Yuan: Capture Zhu Ying for me!

Following Zhu Ying's order!
This bloody massacre unfolded before the eyes of the Ming soldiers like a demon unleashed from its sluice gate, tragic and grotesque.

The north wind howled fiercely, sweeping across the grassland like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, spilling blood and extinguishing countless lives.

The Ming soldiers were all iron-blooded warriors who had followed Zhu Ying in his campaigns across the north and south, fighting their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood in countless fierce battles. Their eyes remained unmoved by the bloody scene, and their long swords mercilessly reaped the lives of the Tartar men taller than cartwheels.

In the blink of an eye, the Beiyuan tribe, which had been trampled by Zhu Ying, had become a living hell.

Thousands more heads fell to the ground, blood gushing forth, flowing like a river that meandered into the distance, staining the surrounding land a shocking crimson. The stench of blood soared to the heavens, making one want to vomit.

This scene was, of course, extremely cruel and bloody!

The Northern Yuan women kneeling on the ground were all deathly pale, but their eyes burned with hatred and fury as they stared intently at the Ming soldiers, their gazes seeming to want to devour them alive.

The young children beside her had their faces flushed red with fear and anger. They glared at their mother, their small bodies trembling slightly with excitement. They wished they could rush forward immediately and fight the Ming army to the death.

however!
The young Tartar children were held tightly by the adults beside them, their mothers cradling them in their trembling yet powerful arms.

At this moment.

The seeds of hatred have been sown deep in these young hearts, and perhaps this hatred will grow wildly like weeds, continuing through the years.

This is perhaps the reason why the grudges between countries are so difficult to erase.

The past massacres they committed against the Han people in the Central Plains have now been reversed, and so it is.

Hatred arises from this.

But Zhu Ying didn't care about this at all, and the Han dynasty wouldn't take it to heart either.

Throughout history, countless wars and the painful experiences of invasions by foreign tribes have all proven the same truth: to pity the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

If the balance of power were reversed at this moment, and these Northern Yuan people were allowed to invade the cities and villages of the Central Plains, their methods would be a hundred or a thousand times more cruel than those of the Ming Dynasty.

At that time.

They wouldn't follow any rules like "those taller than a wheel can be beheaded," but would slaughter all men, regardless of age or gender.

even.

Women will also suffer rape and have their dignity ruthlessly trampled upon.

This is the battlefield, a battlefield so cruel it inspires despair. In this hellish arena, there is no room for mercy.

"General!"

Chen Heng spurred his horse and galloped to Zhu Ying's side. He reined in his horse, clasped his hands respectfully, and announced loudly, "All men taller than a cartwheel have been killed!"

Zhu Ying nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping coldly over the bloody scene around him. He then looked at Chen Heng and asked, "Did you take the grain?"

"The easily portable items have already been loaded onto the vehicle and taken away."

Chen Heng's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone ruthless: "The tribe's water supply has also been laced with laxatives. I guarantee they'll suffer from vomiting and diarrhea after drinking it, resulting in heavy losses!"

Hear the words.

"In that case, continue north!" Zhu Ying gave the order without hesitation, waving his hand.

"General!"

Zhang Wu, looking somewhat serious, hurriedly rode over and said with a worried expression, "We haven't encountered many Yuan soldiers along the way. Where have they retreated to? Could they have set up an ambush along our route?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ying's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer: "Our army is entirely composed of cavalry, with not a single infantryman."

"These grasslands and deserts are vast and boundless; if they want to set an ambush, I'd be more than happy to!"

of course.

Zhu Ying knew clearly that although his field of vision seemed limited on the ground, he actually had a pair of invisible eyes high in the sky—the golden eagle.

It constantly scanned the area around the marching route.

No movement could escape the eyes of the golden eagle. Whenever the Yuan army moved or set up an ambush, Zhu Ying could use the golden eagle to see their movements clearly, as if he were looking down at a chessboard from high above.

On the battlefield of this era of cold weapons, Jin Diaocun was undoubtedly a cheat code in his hands, making the enemy's ambush a joke.

"go!"

Zhu Ying shouted loudly, squeezed his legs hard against the horse's belly, and his horse, Wu Feng, neighed loudly, reared up, and then galloped north like an arrow released from a bow.

"Follow the general!"

The generals shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky and echoing for a long time across the grasslands of northern Xinjiang.

Led by their generals, the army, like a long steel dragon, pounded across the grasslands of the northern frontier. The thunderous sound of hooves and the overwhelming momentum of their charge continued northward with boundless killing intent.

now!

Nearly a month has passed since the capture of Yuandu.

Zhu Ying led 50,000 cavalrymen northward, demonstrating the full extent of the cavalry's offensive power.

Whenever they encountered the Beiyuan tribe, they would slaughter them without mercy. However, they also followed the rules of the grassland tribes and would kill any man taller than a cartwheel.

In the past month, Zhu Ying's army has crushed at least seventy, if not one hundred, of the Northern Yuan tribes.

Wherever they went, bloodshed ensued, and countless enemies were killed.

In this northern frontier region, which is very different from the Central Plains, there is no clear distinction between soldiers and civilians.

On the grasslands, every man is a soldier; they can charge into battle as soon as they pick up a weapon. This is why there is a rule that "anyone taller than a cartwheel will be beheaded."

now!

Zhu Ying's army had already penetrated deep into the heart of the Northern Yuan territory, completely losing contact with the main force and unable to send messages out.

This northern frontier is so vast and boundless that an ordinary general would probably have lost his way long ago, as if he were in a vast ocean, not knowing where he was or what the future held.

But this was not a difficult task for Zhu Ying.

Besides the golden eagle, which served as a "cheat code" for scouting enemy positions and allowed him to avoid ambushes by the Yuan army, there was another crucial item: the compass.

This small object plays a vital role in the vast desert. It steadily points out the cardinal directions, allowing Zhu Ying to always find his way in the boundless sea of ​​sand and grasslands, so that he would not get lost in this vast land.

The Northern Yuan royal court was only a few miles away from Langjuxu Mountain; to be precise, the royal court was located in this area surrounded by mountains.

Behind the royal court, a towering mountain, resembling a sleeping giant, stands on the northern desert; this is the renowned Langjuxu Mountain.

"emperor!"

With a solemn expression, Shiliemen arrived at the center of the camp, knelt on one knee, and said with anxiety and worry in his voice: "The Ming army has no intention of letting us go."

"Now, they have invaded the northern border of my Great Yuan and are slaughtering my people."

"Reports indicate that nearly a hundred tribes have fallen victim to the Ming army's brutality, causing heavy losses to our Great Yuan!"

Hear the words.

"The Ming army, they're like ghosts that just won't leave!"

Emperor Yuan slammed his hand on the table, stood up, his face full of anger, yet his eyes also revealed a hint of fear: "They have already forced me to the ancestral land, what more do they want?"

"Do you really intend to exterminate me and take my life?"

The current Yuan emperor has long lost the high spirits he had when he launched the Northern Expedition at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.

At that time, he still fantasized about annihilating the Ming army in one fell swoop, but now, the successive defeats have left him like a stray dog, with nothing but fear and despair in his heart.

"Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty's intention to destroy our Great Yuan is as clear as day."

Shiliemen raised his head slightly and analyzed with a serious look: "Now the Ming army has sent all its cavalry deep into our Great Yuan, obviously intending to destroy our Great Yuan in one fell swoop with the power of its cavalry."

"The only solution now is to completely break up the tribes and let them continue to migrate to hidden places in order to avoid the Ming army's advance."

"At the same time, the Emperor also needs to issue an edict ordering the leaders of each tribe to prepare to fight the Ming army."

In this regard.

"Not only will the tribes have to migrate, but I will also continue to move north." The Yuan Emperor's face was heavy, and his eyes were full of fear: "The secret report says that Zhu Ying, the killing god of the Ming army, is aiming directly at Langjuxu Mountain, and also at me."

"If I do not move north, the consequences will be unimaginable. The iron cavalry of my Great Yuan is no match for him!"

The moment Emperor Yuan finished speaking.

"Your Majesty, the secret report has been submitted in detail. The Ming army's target is Your Majesty and Langjuxu Mountain."

At this moment, Guili Chi's son, Ma'erke'er, stepped forward, his expression cold and stern, his tone revealing a fierce edge: "Those Han people boast that sealing the wolf's lair is the highest honor for a military general."

"Now that we know the Ming army's objectives and their strength, dealing with them will not be difficult."

"My dear minister, what good plan do you have?"

Emperor Yuan looked at Ma'erke'er, his expression a mixture of expectation and hesitation. Since leaving Yuandu, Emperor Yuan's strength had significantly decreased.

As the leader of the largest tribe in the Northern Yuan, Ma'erke'er's position became increasingly important.

Now, in the imperial court, the barbarian is dead, and few can rival Ma'erke'er.

Even the Prime Minister Shiliemen, a civil official, could hardly compare to Ma'erke'er, who held real power.

Therefore, even though Emperor Yuan was unwilling, he had no choice but to take Ma'erke'er's suggestion seriously.

"This time, the Ming Dynasty not only revealed the details of the military force it was deploying, but also leaked its purpose to our Great Yuan."

"There must be something fishy going on here. It's likely that someone in the Ming Dynasty doesn't want this Ming army, which has penetrated deep into our Great Yuan, to return alive."

Ma'erke'er sneered, her eyes filled with deep thought, as if she had already made a meticulous plan: "If that's the case, what is there for my Great Yuan to fear?"

"My dear minister, do you intend to fight the Ming army?" Emperor Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he asked in a somewhat panicked manner.

"The secret report described the Ming army's strength very clearly."

Ma'erke'er raised her head, her eyes shining, and said loudly, "The 100,000 cavalrymen, pieced together from various sources, are divided into two groups."

"In other words, each Ming army force had no more than 50,000 soldiers, and they were exhausted from their long march."

"And the Emperor still has 100,000 troops by his side, plus nearly 200,000 troops gathered after retreating north, making our Great Yuan a powerful force."

"We're waiting in comfort for them to tire themselves out; are we afraid of them?"

In this regard.

"But...but...are you really confident in dealing with the Ming army?"

Emperor Yuan remained hesitant, his voice trembling slightly.

He was truly terrified by the Ming army, especially by Zhu Ying. Those painful defeats haunted his mind like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.

Ma'erke'er stepped forward, knelt down abruptly, clasped her hands in a fist and shouted, "Your Majesty!"

This sound, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the entire court and camp, instantly waking all the Northern Yuan ministers who were listless and full of worries, and they all looked at him in astonishment.

Emperor Yuan was startled by the sudden shout, and his body trembled slightly.

“My father died at the hands of Zhu Ying, and Your Majesty’s son also died at the hands of this man.”

Ma'erke'er's face was filled with grief and indignation, her eyes flashing with hatred: "Countless loyal and brave sons of my Great Yuan have fallen under his blade."

“In the past, our Yuan soldiers may not have been good at city defense battles.”

"But now, the Ming army has penetrated deep into the heart of our Great Yuan territory alone. If our Great Yuan continues to avoid battle and retreat, it will surely become a laughing stock of the world."

"Your Majesty, do you really want to see the sons of our Great Yuan Dynasty ridiculed by the people of the world?"

"Don't you want to avenge the murder of your son?"

At this moment, Ma'er Ke'er was perhaps truly blinded by hatred, single-mindedly seeking revenge for her father and to avenge the Yuan Dynasty.

Upon hearing Ma'er Ke'er's impassioned words, Emperor Yuan's expression instantly became extremely complex, showing anger, resentment, and a hint of wavering.

At this moment, many ministers in the imperial court stepped forward.

"The general is absolutely right, I agree!"

"I implore Your Majesty to annihilate this invading Ming army for the sake of the Great Yuan!"

"What is there for our Great Yuan to fear from a mere 50,000 Ming troops?"

"That's right, even if it costs our men's lives, we must annihilate their entire army!"

"This time, His Majesty has 100,000 troops by his side, and with the addition of troops from various tribes, we can surely gather 300,000 troops."

"At that time, we will set up an inescapable net at the royal court and be able to wipe out this Ming army!"

"I second the proposal!"

"Although we have lost the Central Plains, as long as we can annihilate the invading Ming army and severely damage the Ming cavalry in this battle, our Great Yuan will surely be able to make a comeback one day!"

……

Inside the imperial court, specifically within the royal camp, a dozen or so court officials stepped forward to echo Ma'er Ke'er's sentiments.

Clearly, Ma'er Ke'er's words were highly persuasive and moved many people.

of course.

Many of them shared the same idea as him, wanting to take this opportunity to plot something.

Seeing that most of the court officials agreed to fight, Emperor Yuan was torn.

Although it sounded like he had a high chance of winning, the fear in his heart was ever-present.

He knew that if the Ming army, especially Zhu Ying, were to breach the royal court, he would have nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide.

"Since all of you ministers have said so,"

Emperor Yuan gritted his teeth and said solemnly, "Then I will naturally comply with the wishes of my beloved ministers."

"This Ming army must be annihilated!"

"The head of Ming general Zhu Ying must be taken! I want to use his blood to pay tribute to the sons and daughters slaughtered by the Ming army!"

The moment Emperor Yuan finished speaking, a barely perceptible glint of joy flashed in Ma'er Ke'er's eyes. She immediately knelt down and respectfully bowed, saying, "Your Majesty is wise!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" Upon seeing this, all the court officials knelt down and shouted, their voices echoing throughout the tent.

"but!"

Emperor Yuan frowned slightly, a hint of caution flashing in his eyes: "To be on the safe side, the royal court will be turned into a battlefield to draw the Ming army away."

"After setting up this ambush, I will take all my officials to Buyur Lake for temporary refuge, and then return to the royal court after the great battle is over."

"What do you all think?"

Although it was phrased as an inquiry, everyone could tell that Emperor Yuan had made up his mind. He did not want to put himself in danger under any circumstances, no matter how great the odds of winning were. His past failures made him extremely cautious.

"May I ask Your Majesty?" Ma'erke'er asked immediately, her concern evident, "If Your Majesty were to move your entourage, who would command the 100,000-strong royal army?"

Emperor Yuan's gaze slowly swept across the court, finally settling on a military official.

"Dali Ma!" Emperor Yuan shouted.

"Chen is here!"

The Yuan general immediately stepped forward. He was dressed in fur and was very burly. In the Northern Yuan, he held a high position as a prince, with the title of Prince Dai.

"I am entrusting you with 60,000 royal troops to cooperate with Ma'erke'er in annihilating the invading Ming army. Are you willing?"

Emperor Yuan's expression was solemn, but his tone carried a hint of expectation.

"Your subject swears to serve you to the death!"

Dai Wang Dalima spoke without hesitation, her voice firm.

As a member of Kublai Khan's royal family, he naturally understood the Yuan Emperor's thoughts.

If all military power were handed over, the tribal chiefs' power would inevitably grow even stronger, which was by no means what Emperor Yuan wanted.

The Yuan emperor was already weakened, and this northern expedition by the Ming Dynasty has further depleted his strength.

Seeing that Dalima agreed, Emperor Yuan also showed a satisfied expression.

"Ma'er Ke'er!" Emperor Yuan looked at Ma'er Ke'er and said in a deep voice, "Since you are determined to avenge your father in this battle, I will grant your wish."

"You are in full command of this battle, and the authority to coordinate with other tribal leaders is also entrusted to you."

"I only want victory!"

"You must bring Zhu Ying's head to me. It would be best if you could capture him alive. I don't want him to die too quickly!"

Overjoyed, Ma'er Ke'er knelt down again and kowtowed deeply: "Your subject obeys the decree!"

"Alright, gentlemen."

Emperor Yuan waved his hand: "It's settled then. I will immediately lead all officials to Fishing Lake."

Say it.

Emperor Yuan turned around impatiently, preparing to leave the tent, seemingly not wanting to stay there for even a moment longer.

……

(End of this chapter)