The generals have gradually dispersed, and in the hall, only Zhu Qizhen and one of his henchmen remained, and Jiang Fu also stayed, at this moment, there are more important things to discuss.

Zhu Qizhen gently patted the bright yellow helmet on the desk in front of him, and commanded in a deep voice to Qian Zhong beside him: "Convey the news of the civil strife in Warat, Yexian and the killing of the leaders of the grassland tribes, to the chief military officer of Zhubian Town, and tell them my opinion, I hope they can also be patient for the time being." ”

"In addition, someone will go and inquire again to see how Weisha Fox and the others are doing." Zhu Qizhen stroked his brows and sighed lightly. "He also died first, the king of Saikan also died, and most of the entire Tyros clan was also mourned, and now, only Naboyan Timur is left, I hope he can survive, at least the Tyros clan, it's good if he is not wiped out......"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Wechen will do it." After Qian Zhonggong received the order, he strode away quickly and walked towards the outside of the hall. Walk towards the heavily guarded pigeon house on the side of the palace in the new open fort.

"Your Majesty, why don't you let that Ara, kill the entire Gulos Clan, you know, Turos, but in the past few decades, the Tartars have led those Tartars to invade my Ming border wall, kidnap my border people, and destroy my wall crops." Yang Jun, who was sitting beside Zhu Qizhen, frowned and pondered for a long time before speaking. Although Yang Jun's voice was not high, and his tone seemed very modest, the meaning revealed in his words was a little unwilling, and there was a little hatred. It really made the rest of the people in the hall change color in unison.

Jiang Fu raised his eyebrows, glared at Yang Jun, and said in a deep voice: "General Xiao Yang, His Majesty the Emperor has his own opinions. ”

Yang Jun ignored Na Jiang Fu, looked at Zhu Qizhen who narrowed his eyes and looked at him, without the slightest intention of avoiding Zhu Qizhen's gaze, and said proudly: "For decades, millions of soldiers and civilians in the border town of Xuanfu have suffered countless times from the plundering of the Yuanmeng Tartars, and the civilians who died at the hands of the Tartars, when I am a town in Xuanfu, it can be counted as 100,000. ”

"My father has guarded the border for more than 40 years, and Weichen has also guarded the border with my father for more than 10 years.

"......" looked at Yang Jun who was prostrating on the ground, Jiang Fu, Shi Biao and the others in the hall couldn't help but look at Zhu Qizhen with some uneasiness.

Zhu Qizhen looked at Yang Jun, and couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, and a little helpless, and finally understood why Yang Hong knew that his eldest son had a true knowledge of the military, but he didn't stay in Xuanfu, but instead stayed by his side.

-------------------- this guy really doesn't know how to be flexible, even an emperor like himself with a noble surname and a good acceptance of people's words, he is angry when he hears it, if it falls into the hands of other emperors, if this product can live past the age of forty, unless he has a wholesale death-free iron coupon in his hand.

And Yang Xin and Yang Neng also stared nervously at Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on the main seat, staring at his brother, with a cloudy expression, for fear that he would be angry. But fortunately, after a long time, Zhu Qizhen's expression slowly returned to gentleness, and the two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Aiqing, get up." After Zhu Qizhen raised his hand to signal Yang Jun to stand up, he said warmly: "He is really a loyal and upright person. And you have a point. ”

"However, what I have done is not only the people of Xuanfu, the army and the people, but also the people of my Ming Dynasty." Zhu Qizhen stood up, slowly paced to Yang Jun, who stood up, but still looked puzzled, and patted his thick shoulder.

"The Rose Clan is the mortal enemy of our Ming Dynasty, that's right, but the current Lords Clan has been killed by Dzungar internally, and its strength has been greatly reduced, and even the Great Khan has died in the Haliutu River. The king of Saikan and Alechu, these two tiger generals are dead, and the only thing left is Naboyan Timur and no more than 20,000 Rus' troops. The corners of Zhu Qizhen's mouth curled slightly. Now the Ross clan is already the most unlucky dog in the entire prairie, and it will not take long for them to be swallowed up by other tribes, and the entire Ross clan will be reduced to nothing. ”

In this way, it does look very relieving, but what can we gain other than being in a better mood? No, nothing. Zhu Qizhen spread his hands and smiled. It's not right that we don't get the slightest benefit from it. ”

Hearing Zhu Qizhen's words, all the people present couldn't help but widen their eyes, and their dull gazes fell on Zhu Qizhen's face with a rather vulgar smile.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what did you say?" Shi Biao tilted his head in disbelief and looked at Zhu Qizhen, and he even had the urge to use his carrot-thick fingers to pluck out his ears.

"I'm saying that we haven't been able to get enough benefit and benefit from the complete demise of the Ross, that's not right!" Zhu Qizhen glanced at the goods and said in an aggravated tone. "You either think I'm telling a joke, or you think I'm acting like a businessman, right?"

As soon as Zhu Qizhen's words fell, the seven or eight heads in the room all swayed from side to side very quickly, but the expression on his face, no matter how he looked at it, made Zhu Qizhen feel that these guys were not beaten.

"What I say is the benefit of the country, do you guys think I'm talking about something?" Zhu Qizhen felt that he couldn't continue to sell Guanzi anymore, otherwise maybe after a while, these guys might really see themselves as the tent man who crackled here with an abacus.

"What I want to do is to make the forces of the entire prairie as much as possible, and the more chaotic the better, so that our Ming can calmly dispatch and raise a puppet of the grassland co-master, just like what was done in the past, through its hands, calmly clean up the strong and support the weak, so that the entire grassland can become a battlefield that will never stop."

Seeing the faces that were enlightened and shining in his eyes, Zhu Qizhen finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, although these guys are all soldiers, they know that there are still some national strategic concepts. His gaze fell back on Yang Jun, who was frowning, again: "This is what I said." Yang Aiqing, do you understand? ”

"Weichen understands that His Majesty wants to use the Na Luo clan as bait and plot against the grassland tribes." Although Yang Jun is not good at other aspects, his intentions in terms of tactics and strategy are clear at all.

Seeing Zhu Qizhen nodding with satisfaction, Yang Jun couldn't help but turn purple and fell to the ground again. "Weichen just lost his words, and asked His Majesty to punish the crime."

"Get up, your words, and selfless, what a crime, I still need you, but for me to level the grassland, so that the grassland will not be as strong as it used to be, and let the grassland become the pasture of my Ming Dynasty. Such a long-term burden can be borne by the younger generation such as Weier. Zhu Qizhen helped Yang Jun up, raised his eyes and swept over the young and energetic faces beside him, and his tone revealed an indescribable solemnity and encouragement.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－“…… Now, on the steppe, there is chaos all over the steppe, and all the tribes of the steppe are quick to get rid of us, and the Dzungar tribes have listened to the rumors of that despicable villain of Ala, and have written all the sins on our heads, and now, no one on the steppe is no longer our friend of the Ross. Ten Thousand Commanders Shaobu stood in front of the gray-faced and depressed Boyan Timur, stomped his feet and persuaded loudly.

"What else can the old man do? In the grasslands, there is no place for our Ross, even if we can escape the pursuit of these tribes, where can we flee to? Boyan Timur pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"My brother is dead, my brother is dead, and the Ross clan in the royal court has been annihilated by all the tribes under the attack of the tribes, and there are less than 5,000 who can escape here, and with us, there are only 25,000 people, but where shall we go? How can the surname Ross continue to survive? ”

"My lord, no matter what, we must get out of here, this is a dead place, the Ming Dynasty is eyeing me, and the grassland tribes are also not allowed to continue our existence. When the time comes, whether it is the Ming Dynasty or the grassland tribes, we will be trapped here. Bayar, another captain, said earnestly.

"Yes, we will flee directly to the north, escape from this steppe, in the north, in the west, there will always be a way to live, and we can also take refuge in those Golden Hordes, we have 25,000 people here, and we have enough strength to win the respect of those khanates." Another general stood up and said loudly.

"Wait until I think about it again, think about it again......" Boyan Timur raised his hand, stopped the generals' arguments, pinched his eyebrows, and received the news that the king of Yexian and the king of Saikan had been killed and the royal court had been destroyed since last night.

He did not even have time to grieve for his dead brother and brother, but he endured the grief of his heart, and ordered the thousands of soldiers of the Zoros who had escaped from the court to the death, and personally went to the battalions to comfort the soldiers, and gathered the officers to calm them.

Then, I thought of a way to keep everyone alive and the Rose clan from perishing, but after arguing all night, I still didn't have a clue. The important thing is that Boyan Timur is really a little messy at this moment, he is resourceful, but he is not good at judgment, which is the most fatal flaw in his surname.

And at this moment, outside the big tent, a guard rushed in, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and a little joy. "Report to the prime minister, the envoy of the Emperor Taishang of the Ming Dynasty came to see the prime minister, and he was waiting outside the tent. The leading envoy was the Fox of Weisha. ”

"What?!" Almost everyone jumped up at this moment, like a group of people about to drown, and saw a rope slowly descending into the water, approaching their desperate and upward-waving arms.

(To be continued)