The Ming army actually appeared on the prairie!

At this time, the area of the Nan River Valley had already become the base camp of the grassland people, gathering almost the entire grassland cattle, sheep and horses, spreading out for hundreds of miles.

Here these steppe people were worried and waited for the military situation on the front line of the Uss River, and they prayed for the protection of the immortal heaven, and the heavens were pitiful, and they really waited for the good news of the withdrawal of the Timurid Khanate, but before they could be happy, they had to be surrounded by greater fear.

The river of difficulties was surrounded by the Ming army!

100,000 elite cavalrymen in armor galloped around the River of Trouble, as if they were ready to launch a bloody charge at any moment.

Can 100,000 people surround more than a million people?

This is naturally impossible, but 100,000 people, but it is completely possible to separate these steppe people from their herds, without cattle, sheep and horses, these steppe people will not live for more than three days will be frozen and starved to death, and besides, they must have outrun these Ming cavalry?

Losing their cattle, sheep and horses, they also had to rely on two legs to compete with the hooves of the Ming army in a race of life and death.

The so-called nomads come and go like the wind, and they also have weaknesses and things that they cannot give up.

And just when the steppe people realized that a catastrophe was coming, a man wearing the armor of a Ming general appeared in the court of the Tatar Khan.

"I'm here to be a messenger."

Zhu Di's house slave, the former Mongolian Wanhu, Suhacha appeared in the Tatar royal court of the Trouble River, and walked towards the two Tatar Wanhu Zhengse who had turned back from the Wusi River before.

"The Han people are very generous, as long as you are willing to surrender, my master promises not to hurt any of my steppe compatriots."

"You've been a traitor, and you want us to be like you?"

One of the ten thousand households pointed at Suhacha angrily and sneered: "Do you think that all the men of the steppe are like you who have no bones and do not recognize their ancestors?" ”

"Han people are not as faithless as you."

Suhacha has been Zhu Di's house slave for more than ten years, and as the saying goes, his ass is crooked. As soon as he opened his mouth now, he couldn't help but speak in a serious Chinese accent, and he blindly said good things for Daming.

"At least you surrender, the Ming people will not raise their butcher's knives to kill you without words, but if you choose to resist stubbornly, don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Do you still want to raise a butcher's knife against your fellow citizens!"

Wan Hu pointed at Suhacha in horror and roared angrily, "Are you going to kill the people of the Immortal Heaven with your own hands?" ”

"Of course I don't want to, but the Han people have a saying called instant food Junlu, and you should repay Jun's kindness."

Suhacha smiled disdainfully, and said back: "I am now the commander of the Han people, the mansion rewarded by His Majesty the Great Emperor, and what did you give me?" ”

The Han people can produce the big traitor Zhang Hongfan, and the Mongols can also produce the Mongolian traitor Suhacha.

Every nation has no shortage of heroes, and there is no shortage of scum.

The corners of Suhacha's mouth opened, and the thick smell of blood made people shudder.

"His Royal Highness King Yan has an order, within an hour, if you are not willing to surrender, you will cut off 530,000 heads regardless of men, women and children, and pay tribute to the souls of the dead in Changzhou!"

The city of Changzhou was broken, the marshal of the Mongolian capital Boyan ordered the slaughter of the city, and more than 500,000 people in the city were slaughtered.

"I think you're going to make the right choice."

Suhacha didn't care at all that he was now staying in the Tartar Khan's court, and arrogantly threatened: "There are too few steppe people, even if they are all killed, it is not enough to kill the number of Sichuan massacres back then, and the Han people are merciful and can't bear to kill all of you, except for these 530,000 people, the rest of the people will take the method of thirteen killings, and let you choose life or death by yourself." ”

Thirteen smashes, mark the life and death signs, and let you choose for yourselves!

The two Wanhu were shocked and angry, but they could also feel that Suhacha was not lying and threatening, what kind of person was Zhu Di, he did such a thing!

"If we surrender, how can you guarantee that the Han Chinese will not massacre us?"

They were scared, they were going to surrender.

Suhacha was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly patted his chest and said: "Because you still have nearly 100,000 people in the Wusi River, Da Ming hopes to let Ma Hamu and others go to destroy Dongchagatai, this is the most courageous athlete who survived 100,000 battles, and Da Ming doesn't want to fight with them." ”

This is a reasonable reason.

The two Wanhu were just about to grit their teeth and agree, when they heard Suhacha speak again.

"But His Royal Highness King Yan has one more condition."

"What other conditions?"

"You do it yourself, and the two tribes of the Eight Neighbors and the Assassin Yi'er Division, no matter how old or young, all the clans will be punished!"

The Eight Neighboring Tribes and the Zathorn Yier Division, which are the tribes of the first great butcher Boyan and his daughter-in-law's relatives, are the culprits and new forces of many massacres in the Southern Song Dynasty in that year!

The two Wanhu changed color in unison, subconsciously stood up and refused, and were even more ashamed to kill Suhacha.

"Kill me, and the prairie will be wiped out."

Suhacha took a step forward without fear, and pressed his chest against the scimitar in front of him, forcing the frightened and cowardly ten thousand households to retreat.

"There was a saying in the Central Plains first, called 'Don't move, you will lose the country at every turn.'" Today, I also send you these words, 'Descend quickly, and if you refuse, you will be destroyed'! ”

Rappelling, refusal is extinct.

Without the heads of the Eight Neighbors and the Assassins, even if you want to surrender, the Ming will not accept it!

"These two are the majority, and there are nearly 100,000 people."

A man with red eyes and a slightly trembling body, when he thought that he was going to slaughter his relatives with his own hands, he couldn't do anything.

But if he doesn't do it, his family will inevitably be slaughtered by the Ming army.

The Ming army or Zhu Di is now forcing them to kill each other.

Killing people and punishing hearts, this is the cruelty of those southerners.

They couldn't help but want revenge, and they had to talk and laugh and watch their steppe people kill each other, wailing all over the wilderness.

"I'll go first, I'll wait in the camp for you to send the heads over."

Suhacha smiled disdainfully, turned his head and left, none of the two Wanhu had the courage to stop him. I could only watch as Suhacha got on his horse with his head held high and left.

Less than twenty miles from the Tatar Khan Court, Zhu Di was sitting on horseback at this time, quietly wiping the horizontal knife on his waist.

The blood feud of the ancestors back then, it is time to reckoning.

"Master."

Suhacha came on horseback, turned over and knelt in the dust, and kowtowed to Zhu Di.

"They need to think about it, but they should be tempted."

Zhu Di didn't answer, he was still concentrating on wiping his waist knife, and behind Zhu Di, tens of thousands of elite armored iron horsemen were also wiping his waist knife.

Once this group of grassland people chooses to resist stubbornly, then their results are destined to be buried on the grassland forever!

"A quarter of an hour to go."

Zhu Gaoxu howled, and excitedly paced back and forth: "King Yan, give the order." ”

The blood on his body was already boiling, and Zhu Gaoxu could feel that every part of his body was conveying a sense of urgency to kill, and he couldn't wait.

"They chose their own path, no wonder others."

The cold front rises high, splitting the breeze and sunlight, and once it falls, hundreds of thousands or even millions of human heads fall to the ground.

And at this moment, the Tatar camp, which had been in a panic and seemed to be like a dead place, suddenly became violently commotioned.

Countless wails rang out, accompanied by a thick bloody aura, soaring into the sky!

The two ten thousand households in the Khan's court chose to sacrifice the Eight Neighboring Tribes and the Zarayier Division!