Chapter 172: A Taste

The Manchurians came.

Like people, a nation has a national flavor.

On the current Mobei grassland, the Mongolian people have a taste of wood.

There was no loud whistling of the flying boy on horseback, no clear laughter of the shepherd girl wielding a leather whip, only the smell of decay waiting for death was like rotten wood covered with white mushrooms lying in the grass.

But the Manchurians were different, they emitted a metallic smell.

Although there was no guard of honor for the Ming Emperor and the Prince to go on patrol, their cavalry did not have a unified organization, let alone a unified battle armor. But like hungry wolves rushing out of the forest, they looked chaotic, but they howled and roared down each other, rushing forward like a flood along the possible pathway. Then it gives off a metallic smell soaked in blood.

Daishan walked out of the Argan Mountains, and he was reluctant to take another step.

In less than three days, the forest where he landed was cut down, so as not to disturb his Baylor's gaze at the grassland. Then, the thick trunk of the tree, which could only be embraced by two people, was erected and turned into part of a rough but magnificent palace.

At this moment, Dai Shan had no more generals by his side, only a thin shaman and a chubby lama teacher. These teachers, who usually have countless believers inside and outside, are now sitting in front of Dai Shan in a proper manner.

"I left Shangjing, but I only knew the vastness outside."

Dai Shan changed his sick state in Shangjing, although he was very thin, but his spirit was very good, and he was not at all trembling in the king's tent that day and was about to die.

"I don't know if the Manggul Taibel in the prison can also see such a scene."

The lama master stroked the small white skull in his hand,

"Back to the prince's words, I heard that Huang Taiji poured all the keyholes of Daishan's cell with lead water."

Mang Gurtai regretted it as soon as he entered the prison, and his men quickly sent two carpenters into the cell to repair the chairs. As a result, Huang Taiji saw the repaired chair, but asked slowly.

"Why didn't this king see the same chair?"

"How not?" Mang Gurtai was anxious, he thought that as before, his brother would whip himself a few times and let himself get out of the big tent. As a result, who knows, he was originally waiting for Huang Taiji, who knew that Huang Taiji's words were like a basin of cold water poured from his head to his feet.

"Do you think it's the same chair?" Huang Taiji asked the people around him.

"Back to the Great Khan, no." Everyone was shaking their heads.

"Mang Gurtai, you have loved to do bad things since you were a child, but I helped you carry it." Huang Taiji recalled with deep brotherly affection.

"I have a reason to forgive you for whatever you do. After all, brothers are more important than anything else. But ......" Huang Taiji suddenly changed his face,

"The only thing you can't do is lie to me. It's not the chair you repaired, you have to say that you repaired it. It's obvious that I can't fix it, but you made a fake trick to trick me again. All this will be recorded in the books of the Wenshi Observatory, so that future generations will remember this event. ”

Mang Gurtai didn't even hear what Huang Taiji was saying.

His temples were throbbing, his mind was blank, his heart was beating so hard that he could barely get the blood to his limbs, and he was holding on to the wooden fence of the prison to make him barely stand there, instead of smashing his fist in the face of his stranger-looking brother.

"You...... You ......"

Mang Gurtai didn't know what to say, so he could only subconsciously point his finger at Huang Taiji's face.

It doesn't end there.

First the two carpenters were tied in, and then immediately after them were Mang Gurtai's butlers.

Huang Taiji turned his back.

Zhuo Luo, a personal soldier beside him, mentioned a carpenter, didn't ask, and cut his throat directly with a knife. A stream of blood sprayed in front of the butler, the carpenter, and the manggultai.

The carpenter, who had been thrown heavily to the ground, covered his neck with his hands in vain, and crawled to the butler with difficulty. The butler and another carpenter dodged backwards in vain, and a stream of heat flowed from under their crotches.

Zhuo Luo then asked, "Who repaired the chair?" ”

"I ...... I ......" said the carpenter who was still alive as he looked at the other carpenter who was lying in a pool of blood, shaking and shaking.

"Make it clear! Fan Wencheng, you come over and record all these for this king, as materials for the princes to study in the future. Huang Taiji said disgustedly.

“…… I repaired it, I repaired it, and I also found it by this housekeeper...... Spare your life...... I don't know if I can do it. The carpenter said with snot and tears on his face.

"Where are you from?" Huang Taiji asked.

"I am a person from Changyi, Yongping Mansion in the Ming Dynasty, and I went out to survive five years ago."

"Mang Gurtai, haven't you never liked the southerners? Didn't you still want Ben Khan to kill Bachelor Fan? Why do you deceive the king in this matter? ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" Huang Taiji smiled like a night owl, sharp and penetrating.

Mang Gurtai had nothing to say, his only wish now was to survive the situation in front of him, waiting for his soldiers and horses to come and rescue him.

"This is the brother by Ben Khan's side, this is the brother by Ben Khan's side! I don't have the authority to deal with you, I'll wait until Daishan comes back and hold a meeting together to discuss what to do. ”

"Zhuo Luo, throw the carpenter and the butler into Mang Gultai's cell."

Then, the prepared cell guard brought a long-handled spoon with boiling lead water in it, and poured it into the keyhole outside the Manggultai prison.

In the process, Mang Gurtai let go of his grip on the railing and sat down weakly on the ground.

And for the first time, he saw Huang Taiji, who was possessed by a play, and Fan Wencheng, who had just come out of prison, also bowed lower.

The details of these things are unknown to Dai Shan, and the only thing he knows is that Mang Gurtai will never be able to come out again.

The lama placed the small white skeleton in front of Dai Shan.

"You brought out the two red flags, and the blue flag will probably be handed over to Dolgon. Huang Taiji's power is no longer able to resist for the time being. ”

The emaciated, skeleton-like shaman spoke.

"Except for the gods in the forest, who can control the power of immortality? Let's wait and see. Since the prince has endured the humiliation and got out of the cage, why bother to look back at the delicious food in the trap? ”

Dai Shan listened to what happened to Mang Gurtai, and felt more and more that his decision was so correct, and he also felt more and more that his two strategists were so insightful.

"Alright, alright. Now that they have come out, the two lamas are also relieved. When they went to Beijing, the two of them didn't even go out of the gate, but no one was staring, I don't know what the two of them thought next? ”

"What do you think of the Mongolian ministries?"

This time, Dai Shan's consultation was sincere.

"This is Huang Taiji's omission again, and it is also the luck of the prince." This time it was true that the shaman spoke first.

"Lord Wang, please take a look."

The shaman dipped his hand in mineral paint and sketched on the ground.

"I chose this place for the prince, across the Argan Mountains from Huangtaiji. If he wants to do you badly, he must come across the Arkans. As long as we lay down the sentry in the Alkan Pass, we will be able to keep an eye on his movements and have plenty of time to prepare our arrangements. What Huang Taiji doesn't know is that all shamans are your eyeliner now. What's more, we have also started to build the temple in the mountain pass. ”

The lama nodded.

"Three thousand monks, as long as half a year is three thousand monks."

"As for the Mongols......" the shaman looked at the lama, who continued.

"I can be the envoy of the prince and sit in the Mongolian king's tent for the prince. Huang Taiji can't think of it, but I know how much wealth the Mongol king's account has. The prince can rest assured that the wealth in the future will be much more than in Shangjing. ”

"Hmm." Dai Shan pretended to think about it, and said with his palms together.

"Then do it, trouble the master. If the guru wants, among the 15,000 people brought out by the king, he can choose warriors to serve by his side at will. ”

"That's not necessary, I'll go all the way to explain the Dharma, and when I get to the king's tent, it is estimated that I can bring a thousand monks to the prince."

That's when the shaman picked it up again.

"I'll take care of the rest. Prince, a powerful armament can scare the courage of those fat-headed princes and nobles. Bakr and I went out with 5,000 men to clean up the sick sheep on the steppe for these princes and nobles. Make you and your force a lingering nightmare on the steppe. ”