The steppe people never imagined that one day they would be forced by the Central Plains people to the point of having to kill each other.

In the thousands of years that they have been fighting against the Central Plains, they nomads have almost unanimously occupied the initiative in the war, and whether to fight or not depends on their own considerations.

If you win, you will fight, if you can't win, you will walk, and when you have nothing to do, you will plunder the border.

Their most difficult time was thousands of years ago when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty went on a northern expedition, and the peoples of this grassland had to split into two and flee from the land where they had lived for generations, but even at that time, they were never on the verge of extinction.

And when the blue jade fishing was successful, most of their people still escaped.

And their most glorious time was the Wuhu Chaohua of the Jin Dynasty.

The Han Chinese, who were criticized for their civilized skin, were driven away by their despised Tartars, while those who could only do it, the sanctimonious Han Chinese, whom they called two-legged sheep, wantonly humiliated, wailed and wept timidly.

During the day, these Han people brought food to them, and at night, the female relatives of the Han people were wantonly humiliated by them.

After they finished playing, after running out of food, they cut off these Han people, cut them off, and threw them into a cauldron to cook.

Only they brought disaster to the people of the Central Plains, who would have thought that one day, they would also taste this kind of disaster.

The Eight Neighboring Tribes and the Zalayyier Department are the majority of the grassland, thanks to the glory of their ancestors, even if the Northern Yuan Dynasty has died today, they are also the big tribes of Xuanhe on the grassland, but today, their descendants have to pay off their ancestors' debts.

They wanted to resist, but almost all the athletes in their tribe were fighting in the Uth River, and only the elderly, women and children remained in the tribe, what could they do to resist the 20,000 brave warriors who had just survived from the front line.

They never thought that their fellow relatives would raise their butcher's knives at them!

There was no compassion, no distinction between men, women, and children, and even the herdsmen of these two tribes, even babies in sheepskin swaddling clothes, had their heads cut off.

A full eighty-seven thousand heads were collected together within an hour, and the two Wanhu who surrendered to Cheng knelt at Zhu Di's feet with a disgusting thick bloody aura.

"According to the order of His Royal Highness King Yan of the Great Ming Dynasty, the Eight Neighboring Tribes and the Zara Yier Department are all punished! I hope that His Royal Highness King Yan of Daming can fulfill his promise and spare the lives of my people, and the grassland people are willing to be slaves of the Ming family for generations, leading horses and whips for His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and going to the soup and fire. ”

It's all over.

Zhu Di took a deep breath, as if he was intoxicated by the almost substantial blood in the air.

There is nothing in this world that is more pleasant than the moment when the great revenge is avenged.

"Song Zheng is not outlined, and Jin Yuan is reckless. The shame of the past two Song Dynasty has been returned by my Ming Dynasty today. ”

Zhu Di suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Dad, your son is now in the River of Trouble, and I will repay the shame of my Han people for a hundred years." Hahahaha, the eldest husband should be like this, and he will laugh at Jiuquan when he dies. ”

After laughing for a while, Zhu Di looked down at the two people kneeling not far away, and said: "Of course what I said will fulfill my promise, now the Lone Society will send people to escort your people to Monan and Liaodong, and wait for the fate of His Majesty Emperor Ming." ”

"Yes, we have ordered the people of the clan to lay down all their weapons and wait for the fate of His Majesty the Emperor of the Heavenly Dynasty."

The two Wanhu sighed and let a few Ming soldiers tie their hands.

People are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, except for being bound and waiting to be killed, the people of the Immortal Heaven do not know how to resist.

There is no nation that is always strong or weak, and there is no ancient glorious dynasty.

Genghis Khan's shadow can no longer protect their descendants, and the once prosperous Great Yuan Empire has come to an end, and they don't even know where to flee!

To the north is the ice field that cannot survive, without cattle, sheep and horses, and without the cotton clothes and velvet clothes that can keep out the cold like the Ming Dynasty, it is self-defeating to go to the far north.

And their ancestors' once favorite western escape was also blocked by the existence of Timur this only road.

That group of green soldiers is several times more fierce and ruthless than the Ming people.

The sky is big, and no one thought that the grassland people would have nowhere to escape and nowhere to go one day!

The takeover of the Ming army began to proceed in an orderly manner, and more than a million grassland people almost did not resist, except for a few hundred people who tried to escape, but were also shot off their horses by the Ming army's marksmen.

Countless cattle, sheep and horses became Zhu Di's trophies.

"In addition to the Nanjiang River Basin, there are probably tens of thousands of grassland people who are unwilling to leave."

Suhacha, the number one traitor, stood up: "When the Timurid Khanate was on its eastward crusade, almost all the tribesmen of the steppe tribes moved to the river, and only those tens of thousands of people stayed in their so-called ancestral land and were unwilling to leave, and it was very difficult to persuade them to surrender. ”

How difficult is it to persuade you to surrender?

The corners of Zhu Di's mouth opened into a shallow smile, and he turned his head to look at the chiefs of the various tribes behind him.

"Who wants to go?"

Go ahead and kill them all.

There is no need for Zhu Diming to say, almost everyone understands the meaning of Zhu Di's words, since he is unwilling to leave his ancestral land and surrender, there is no need to continue to live.

How many resources will a tribe of tens of thousands of people have to plunder?

Wuliang Ha Sanwei and the three Jurchens were all excited, and they rushed to ask for help one by one.

"If you want to go, then let's go."

Just some resources, Daming can't look down on them, but they can't just cheapen one tribe, share the profits, and let them all taste some sweetness.

Zhu Di bowed his head and said: "Your departments will take 20,000 people to go once, and the cattle, sheep, gold, silver, and utensils will be given to you, and you just want to see horses and human heads." ”

Alone with horses and heads!

The leaders of the six tribes naturally understood what Zhu Di meant, horses were the only magic weapon used by the Ming Dynasty to control the grassland, and the human head was the military merit medal of the Ming soldiers.

What kind of sealed wolf Juxu and Le Shi Yanran, where can they compare to hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of heads, which makes the Central Plains people happy at this time?

The revenge of the tenth generation can still be avenged!

"Report to Your Majesty."

The military boots stepped on the sweat tent of Arutai, Zhu Di looked at the grassland in the sweat tent with both hands, and when he thought that this vast land had become the horse farm of the Ming Dynasty, his face was red with excitement.

"Chenyan Wang Di asked the Holy Saint Jin'an.

The first battle of the grassland, with the victory of our Ming Dynasty and the success of the battle, this battle of my Ming Dynasty captured a total of 1.17 million people in Dingkou, beheaded more than 100,000 people, captured countless cattle, sheep and horses, now our army only wait for the grassland Dingkou to escort to Monan, Liaodong, will be in accordance with the holy decree, Mahamu, Arutai forced landing. Relying on the protection of our emperor, it will be okay to make a forced landing.

Long live the Ming Dynasty, long live our emperor! ”