Hearing what the ministers beside the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty said, the leaders and generals of the Dzungar tribes in the big tent couldn't help but be speechless.

The proud Dzungar tribe is not to the point of exhaustion, and when it is cornered, how can it be impossible to think of turning to foreigners for help, and it is impossible to turn to the enemies of life and death in the past. And now, they have no way to retreat, a step back, is death, if they can fight back, and with the help of the Ming army, maybe, the Dzungar Department will not only have a chance to turn defeat into victory, but also continue to stay in this central grassland, which has survived for decades and has been regarded as their new hometown.

The young tribal leader was about to speak, but was pulled by the person next to him, and the young tribal leader finally came to his senses, and the expression on his face was both unwilling and a little ashamed.

"Honorable leaders, there is one thing you should be glad for, and that is that the Ross are still on your side." The minister who came to Zhu Qizhen's side, Li Yongyu, who was nearly forty years old, stroked the long beard under his chin and said with a smile.

"Hello Clan, do you mean, the right prime minister, Boyan Timur?" One of the leaders couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his voice revealed a bit of complicated emotions. He was the leader of a tribe close to the Iras clan, and he was quite disgusted by Ara's previous act of killing Yexian, but in the face of the oppression of a powerful enemy, he had to unite with Na Ara, and jointly fought against the steppe headquarters and the crazy attack on Dzungaria.

"Now the Ross clan, except for the sons who are not successful, the only one who has the ability to help the Dzungar Ministry is him." The corners of Li Yongyu's mouth curved slightly, and he said lightly.

These words made the faces of many of the tribal leaders present overflow with a bit of strangeness, yes, the Ashu Timur, who was also named the first prince, was in the royal court at that time, and after his father and uncle were killed, he didn't even have the heart to resist, and regardless of the dissuasion of those subordinates, he led his headquarters soldiers and horses to flee as soon as possible. As a result, the original army of the Rose Headquarters, which had the upper hand in the army, no longer had a presiding officer who could unite the morale of the army, and was finally swept away by Ara's and his accomplice tribes, and almost all of them were wiped out.

This is not the end, because after learning that several Dzungar tribes are also accomplices of Na Ara, this Ashi Timur made a decision that made everyone stunned, and decided to form an alliance with the tribes of Genghis Khan in the Mongolian headquarters, intending to borrow the power of the Mongolian headquarters and fight against the Arak, so as to avenge his father's revenge.

-------------------- and it was precisely because of his actions that some of the Dzungar tribes who originally wanted to stand behind him and avenge their revenge with him were greatly disappointed, and finally chose to remain neutral, or left here and migrated to that old place. And a small number of them, because they were not ashamed of A's move of borrowing foreign enemies to solve internal contradictions, instead sided with A'ra to resist the attack of the steppe tribes on the Dzungar tribe.

"Rest assured, no matter what, my majesty will definitely keep my promise to help you. so that the Dzungar tribe will not be destroyed. Li Yongyu's words made those tribal leaders full of shame and indignation, but they were helpless.

"Then I don't know what His Majesty the Emperor of the Kingdom wants, to help my Dzungar Ministry?" A tribal elder stood up, respectfully revealing a bit of unwillingness and doubt.

"Quite simply, His Majesty the Emperor and the heir of Princess Naren of the Celestial Clan must become the new king of the Warat Empire." Li Yongyu first glanced at Ah Ra, whose expression was as gloomy as water, and then his gaze slowly swept over everyone present, and his voice was solemn and powerful.

"What?!" In the tent, at least half of the people jumped up, screaming in disbelief and insanity. "How is this possible?"

The other half of the people seemed to have been mentally prepared for a long time, and among them, there were more than a dozen tribal leaders who had befriended Na Ara, who had already known this condition last night.

In fact, for them, the imperial bloodline of the Ming Dynasty and the heirs born to the lord of Naren of the Horos clan are even more noble than the bloodline of the first son-in-law, Ashi Timur. After all, in recent decades, the Ross clan has been the king of Dzungaria, and has been in charge of the military and government of Dzungaria for decades, and no one dares to disobey.

And Zhu Qizhen, the captured emperor of the Ming Dynasty who had 200,000 elites in front of Tumu Fort, but was so stupid and incompetent that he was defeated by the 50,000 Wara army, and was treated as a joke by the grassland tribes. And his words and deeds after being captured, the unyielding will of the swords and soldiers, the unyielding in the face of death, the roar of sacrificing his life and forgetting to die under the city of Beijing, finally made the grassland heroes from the beginning of contempt and contempt, and then to anger and unwillingness, and in the end, they all had to admire and respect the king of the captured land.

It can be said that Zhu Qizhen on the grassland, in addition to the identity of a prisoner of war, can be said to have obtained a great harvest in other aspects, because he is in the royal court of Warat, and first and Boyan Timur's attitude towards him, and prompted other nobles to befriend this outdated emperor because of curiosity.

It can be said that Zhu Qizhen can be regarded as the Ming Emperor who is most familiar with the leaders of the grassland tribes and has gained the most friendship since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. And this is precisely why Ah Ra, Boyan Timur and others trust Zhu Qizhen so much and will keep his promise. And once he decided to form an alliance with Zhu Qizhen, Zhu Qizhen would definitely not betray the source of confidence in the covenant.

Moreover, he is still the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the behemoth empire, and Princess Naren's identity and bloodline are also very noble, she inherited the lineage of the Golden Horde, and is the last Taishi, that is, the father of Yexian, the most favored young daughter of Tuhuan.

In other words, in her body, not only the blood of the Dzungar tribe is flowing, but also the blood of the golden family, the Borjin clan.

In the eyes of the most noble steppe people, the combination of her and Zhu Qizhen, their heirs, are fully qualified to become the successors of the Tile Thorn Empire, not to mention that the Dzungar tribes are now very aware of their predicament, and without relying on the Ming Dynasty, they can no longer maintain victory in the confrontation with the grassland tribes. In other words, if they do not receive the support and protection of the Ming Dynasty, they will lose the wealth they have gained for decades, with countless warriors and life and death.

Therefore, for this request put forward by Zhu Qizhen, it can be said that it is even easier for these nobles of the grassland to accept it than other reasons. After all, the current Great Khan, in their eyes, is a symbol, a puppet, in the past hundred years, the military and political power of the steppe forces does not lie in the Great Khan, but in the Taishi, in the ministries.

What's more, for more than 100 years, those who have been called Great Khans have simply died and stubble, and I am afraid that none of them can lie peacefully on the bed and close their eyes with peace of mind as they look at the children and grandchildren in front of them.

The banquet is still going on, and the controversy about Zhu Qizhen and Naren's heir will become the new Khan of the Varat Empire is still happening in private, but everyone knows very well and understands that the current Warat Empire has already died first, and after most of the Ross clan has been mourned, it has become a pavilion in the air.

In their hearts, it is just the honorific title of the Great Khan of an empty empire, and in exchange for the assistance of the Ming Dynasty, they can keep the land and wealth they have obtained for decades, as well as the power, why not do it.

-------------------- "Ah......h

"This guy is really fucking hard to catch." Behind him, the elite horsemen of the Ming army, who were wearing iron armor and wearing red battle jackets, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, no matter how hard it is to catch, it's not the same as dying in our hands. Because they all have to die. The knight who slowly withdrew the crossbow that had shot the crossbow bolt back to the crossbow holster in front of the saddle said this lightly, and the Ming cavalry who had just had a look of joy and relief on their faces couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, and galloped over, surrounding the Mongolian knight who was lying on the ground, slowly squirming and moaning.

A sword unsheathed in the setting sun, revealing a bleak luster, sharp and sharp, all faintly pointed at the Mongolian knight with half of the crossbow on his back.

And the Ming knight who took the crossbow back from the crossbow holster jumped off his horse and walked slowly, accompanied by a soft and pleasant sound, a snowy war knife was slowly pulled out of the scabbard by his powerful big hand...... "We are messengers who have come to sue for peace, why do you want to kill us?" Why?! The Mongol cavalryman finally endured the great pain caused by the impact in his chest and abdomen, as well as the pain caused by the crossbow bolt that penetrated deep into his body behind his back, struggled to turn his face, and roared desperately at the Ming knight with a cold and hard expression like iron, walking like a mountain, and a sword like snow.

"You sue for peace? Of course I know, it is precisely because I know that you are going to Yanjing of my Ming Dynasty to sue for peace, that I must kill you all. The Ming knight's footsteps slowed slightly, as if he felt embarrassed not to explain, so he explained very sincerely to the Mongolian knight who was struggling on the grass.

"If you sue for peace, how can we be embarrassed to beat you, if we don't kill you Tartars, how can we make meritorious contributions, how to leave a name in history, how to seal your wife and son, so you must die!"

At the last word, the sword suddenly rose and swayed a dazzling light, and then slashed down in the wind......

(To be continued)