Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 501 The Humble Esen

"Alligator Dragon, until the war between the Oirat and the Ming Dynasty is decided, you stay here and guard this place. Don't wander off!" After a while, the thick smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Emperor Longwu stood on the city wall, speaking loudly to Alligator Dragon, who was lying motionless on the ground below.

"Roar~!" A short sound came from the mouth of the giant beast lying on the ground, as if in response to the Dragon Emperor's request.

"Esen Khan!"

What do you think of my sincerity?
"I swear, as long as my dragon is still here, whether it is the Ming Dynasty, the Oirat, or my Dragon Kingdom, they will all strictly abide by the agreement we just made!" Looking at Esen below Xizhimen, who was stunned and staring with his mouth agape as if he had been scared out of his wits, Emperor Longwu, still shirtless, asked softly to those below.
"Crackling~"
"Thump." Perhaps it was because Emperor Longwu's question was slightly louder than before, that everyone who was still caught up in their emotions finally came to their senses.

As soon as they realized what was happening, countless people dropped their swords and knives. In fact, both on the city walls and below, countless officials and soldiers were so frightened that they fell to the ground!

At this moment, countless people, whether Ming soldiers and officials or Oirat soldiers and officials, collapsed to the ground, staring at the imposing figure prostrate beneath the gates of Beijing. They felt utterly surreal!

"Dragon~!"

Dragon!

This is a dragon!

This is a real dragon!

"The Prince of Han actually has a real dragon!" Amidst this stunned silence, from some unknown corner on the city wall, a voice that sounded almost manic rang out in everyone's ears!

Perhaps it was this sound that ignited the existing atmosphere. In an instant, countless clamorous sounds resounded from the city gate tower!
"It really is a dragon!"

"The Prince of Han is the true Son of Heaven!"

"What a huge dragon!"

"That dragon actually emerged from the body of the Prince of Han!"

"It is not the Prince of Han, but His Majesty the Dragon Emperor!"

"..." In an instant, countless noisy sounds resounded from the city wall!
Conversely, facing the Ming forces were the steppe soldiers below the city. At this moment, if they weren't relatively well-trained, and if the dragon hadn't remained motionless on the ground, these steppe soldiers would have already fled for their lives!

Of course, it's also possible that they knew that such a colossal creature would leave them with no chance of escape, so they chose to remain where they were!

Even so, countless grassland soldiers desperately retreated, causing quite a commotion!

Meanwhile, Esen, who was closest to the alligator dragon, was still immersed in boundless terror and dazedness!

"Esen Khan!"

"What do you think of my proposal?!" Emperor Longwu asked again, looking at Esen who was still immersed in shock.

"Your humble servant Yesen pays his respects to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor!"

"Your humble servants are willing to obey the decree of His Majesty the Great Emperor!" At this moment, Esen no longer possessed the imposing presence of the Oirat Khan. He simply prostrated himself on the ground, nodding vigorously and shouting desperately!

At this moment, the Oirat leader Esen probably no longer harbored any ambition to defeat the Ming Dynasty! All he wanted to do was kneel before Emperor Longwu, offering his utmost loyalty! Therefore, Esen offered no objections, simply stating that everything was in accordance with Emperor Longwu's decrees, eagerly demonstrating his loyalty!
On the city wall, Yang Shiqi had recovered from the shock of seeing the alligator dragon again. He helped Prince Zhu Qiyu of Cheng, who was leaning against a pillar, to his feet and took out a clean garment from behind him, gently handing it to Prince Zhu Qiyu.

At this moment, Prince Zhu Qiyu of Cheng, helped up by Yang Shiqi, had finally recovered from his shock. He stared blankly at Yang Shiqi, then at the garment in his hand. Looking again at the terrifying beast, which, even when crouching, was as tall as a city wall, he felt his mind go completely blank!
However, looking at the clothes in his hands and then at Emperor Longwu's bare-chested appearance, Prince Zhu Qiyu of Cheng understood Yang Shiqi's meaning without him needing to say anything. Immediately, Prince Zhu Qiyu looked at the ring on his hand, then at the clothes in his hand. After giving Yang Shiqi a deep look, Prince Zhu Qiyu swallowed hard, clutched the clothes, and strode towards Emperor Longwu!

"Second Uncle, please change your clothes!" Prince Cheng, Zhu Qiyu, respectfully presented the clothes to Emperor Longwu. "You're so thoughtful, Yu'er!" Emperor Longwu was somewhat surprised to see Prince Cheng, Zhu Qiyu, offering him the clothes. At the same time, Emperor Longwu knew very well that these clothes weren't prepared by Prince Cheng, Zhu Qiyu, but as long as it was from him, that was enough!

At this moment, the officials kneeling on the city wall watched with envy as the Prince of Cheng presented the robes to Emperor Longwu. After all, such attentiveness was not something anyone could offer!

Immediately, Emperor Longwu made no attempt to hide his actions. He stood on the city wall, casually took off his tattered clothes, and put on the clothes sent by Prince Cheng, Zhu Qiyu, one by one.

After finally fastening his bright yellow sash, Emperor Longwu, holding the hand of Prince Cheng, Zhu Qiyu, stood atop the city wall, looking down at the scattered Oirat army below.

"Yu'er, you must remember: the Ming Dynasty can fail, but it cannot admit defeat!"

Failure is not scary! We, the descendants of the Zhu family, will get up from wherever we fall!

Neither I nor my Dragon Kingdom's army will participate in this battle to defend Beijing!

But regardless of success or failure, the Ming Dynasty will not perish!

As long as the Ming Dynasty doesn't perish, there's still a chance to turn the tide!

As long as the descendants of the Zhu family don't all die out!

There's still a chance to turn things around!

If the descendants of the Zhu family have truly all died out, then it can only be said to be the will of Heaven!

"Have you remembered that?!" Emperor Longwu stood on the city wall, looking down at Esen, the Oirat leader, who was kneeling on the ground below the city, together with Prince Cheng, Zhu Qiyu, and said in a firm tone!

"Thank you for your guidance, Second Uncle!"

"I understand, Your Highness!" At this moment, even if Prince Zhu Qiyu of Cheng was foolish, he realized that his second uncle disliked the captured legitimate emperor and probably intended to support his ascension to the throne. Therefore, Prince Zhu Qiyu of Cheng respectfully bowed to Emperor Longwu and said.

"Hmm, just remember that~!" Emperor Longwu felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched the dejected aura around Prince Zhu Qiyu gradually dissipate.

"Esen Khan, go and prepare."

I will not break my promise in this bet!

"After noon today, you can launch an attack at any time!" Emperor Longwu glanced at Esen, the leader of the Oirat Mongols, who was still kneeling on the ground below, and said casually.

After speaking, Emperor Longwu seemed tired. He stretched lazily and then stopped talking. He turned around, went down from the city wall, and headed towards the palace.

"Your humble servant respectfully obeys the decree of Emperor Longwu!" Watching Emperor Longwu's figure disappear from the city wall, Esen, kneeling on the ground, dared not slacken in the slightest, respectfully kowtowing in the direction where Emperor Longwu had vanished, and replied.

At this moment, on the city wall, wherever Emperor Longwu walked, generals, soldiers, and officials all knelt down and paid their respects, watching Emperor Longwu gradually disappear into the distance!

At this moment, even without any words, the morale of the soldiers and officials on the walls of the Ming Dynasty had reached an unprecedented peak!
As for the emperor who was pushed back by the Oirat people as if he were a mural, all I can say is, what kind of thing was he? How could he be compared to the Dragon Martial Emperor who rode a true dragon!

Moreover, even the Oirat cavalrymen who were now pushing the rightful emperor back to the camp looked at the emperor's bare legs and feet covered in inexplicable filth with disdain!

(End of this chapter)