Lan Yu Huo Ran stood up and gave a deep order to Wang Bi, the Chang family brothers, Wuding Marquis Guo Ying and other generals, "The whole army will camp on the side of the fishing sea and rest for two days, let those Tartar prisoners load all the weapons on the battlefield." Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked at Zhu Di, Zhu Quan, and slowly continued, "On the third day, the army set off to return to the south, maybe when we return, we still have a battle with the Tartars encountered in Liaodong." ”

When everyone in the tent was still overjoyed by the great victory of the fishing sea, they suddenly heard Lan Yu's words, and recalled the Northern Yuan Harazhang, Gui Lichi, Tuhuan and others led by the Northern Expeditionary Army in Liaodong.

Zhu Quan looked at Lan Yu, thinking back to the time since he met him, they had been together for a long time, and always thought that he already knew him quite well. After hearing his words, he suddenly sighed slightly in his heart, and secretly thought to himself that Lan Yu was so crazy that he could single-handedly chase and kill the Northern Yuan Emperor, but on the occasion of this great victory, all the soldiers in the whole army from Wang Bi and below were overjoyed, but he had already taken into account the enemies he was likely to encounter when he returned to the south.

Thinking that the army under the command of Hara Zhang also had more than 100,000 horses, Zhu Quan had no fear in his heart. Because after the great victory of fishing and the annihilation of the Northern Yuan Imperial Army, he was already unconsciously convinced in his heart that this Ming army, which was under the command of Lan Yu, crossed the desert and swept through the Northern Yuan, was not afraid of any enemy in the world.

Seeing that Wang Bi and the other generals had already left the tent, Cao Wenbin coughed lightly, and said slowly to the boss Lan Yu: "The lower officials dare to ask the marshal, and hand over the captured Tatar officials below Timur to the custody of Jinyiwei." Looking up and seeing Lan Yu, Zhu Di, King of Yan, and Zhu Quan, King of Ning, showed puzzled expressions, and hurriedly said in a deep voice, "Over the years, many Northern Yuan Tartar officials can't stand the cold and hardships of Mobei, and they go south to submit to my Ming Dynasty. His Majesty was quite tolerant of the Tartar officials who returned to Shun, but it was difficult to guarantee that he did not get involved in them, and took the opportunity to spy on our military situation in the northern provinces, so the lower officials wanted to interrogate these Tartar officials well and find some clues. Completely eradicate those guys who step on two boats, eat my Daming rice grain, but do Beiyuan meticulous work. ”

Hearing this, Lan Yu bowed slightly, summoned thousands of households to be safe, and passed down a military order, asking him to lead a thousand Ming soldiers to assist Cao Wenbin in guarding and interrogating senior military and political officials of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Not only that, but he simply handed over all the holy decrees seized in the Golden Tent of Togus Timur and the letters of high-ranking officials of the Northern Yuan Dynasty to Cao Wenbin for careful inspection. He is a general in his career, although he has never liked the sneaky methods of these brocade guards, but he has an unspeakable hatred for those high-ranking Tartar officials in his heart.

Seeing this, Zhu Quan couldn't help but secretly laugh in his heart, saying that these high-ranking Tartar officials are pampered on weekdays, and if they fall into the hands of Jinyiwei, they will have to take off a few layers of skin if they don't die. This is called the wicked having their own wicked grinding.

Seeing Cao Wenbin bowing slightly to himself and Lan Yu, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, wanted to retreat, suddenly reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said with a wry smile, "In order to reduce the resistance of the Northern Yuan officials, the father and emperor have already issued a military order many years ago, strictly prohibiting the killing and abuse of captured Tartar officials in the army. ”

"There are many ways to make people uncomfortable, and the lower officials will naturally grasp the proportions." Cao Wenbin heard Zhu Di say this, and replied with a respectful face. After bowing to Zhu Quan and the others, he withdrew from the handsome tent, and he was busy with thousands of households.

On the second day, Zhu Quan fell asleep in the camp tent and did not wake up Ma Sanbao until dinner.

Ma Sanbao saw Zhu Quan frowning and gnawing on the roast leg of mutton, thinking that he was still depressed in his heart about the escape of the Northern Yuan Emperor Togus Timur, and he had the heart to explain him, so he immediately whispered, "Your Highness, although Togus Timur has fled, the most elite army of the Northern Yuan has been wiped out on the side of the fishing sea. After being hit hard, it will be difficult for them to threaten the Central Plains again. ”

Zhu Quan heard him say this, and couldn't help but wave the fragrant half of the leg of lamb in his hand, and suddenly muttered in his mouth, "I'm not bothering about Emperor Lao'er of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, but for this damn bad idea of Zhu Laosi." Oh, no, it's a damn sassy idea, and it's unbearable. Speaking of this, his face suddenly showed a gritted tooth and tooth branch, and he said viciously, "No, I have to eat with Zhu Laosi in the future, I want to see how many meals of mutton this wise Zhu Laosi can eat." Speaking of this, he instructed Ma Sanbao to quickly lift the kettle that was already boiling to make tea.

After drinking two sips of hot tea, Zhu Quan felt better. In his heart, he secretly wondered that it was no wonder that Old Man Zhu regarded the tea trade in the northern provinces as one of the important means to control these nomadic tribes. Beef and mutton are too fatty, if you can't drink some tea from time to time, scrape the oil in your belly, and eat these things for a long time, it is estimated that even Tartar can't stand it. Hearing Ma Sanbao persuade himself, his mind suddenly recalled the past when he heard him tell his life experience, and suddenly asked in a deep voice: "In your opinion, after we follow Lan Yu to break the Tatars in the fishing sea and annihilate the main force of the Northern Yuan, will these nomadic tribes on the steppe still support Kublai Khan, the son of the stinky Tartar?" ”

Although Ma Sanbao is not a Mongol, he is a descendant of Pingzhang Saidianchi, a Yunnan province in the Yuan Dynasty, and is considered a high-ranking official family, so the history of the Yuan Dynasty is naturally far more than that of Zhu Quan. After hearing this, he muttered for a moment and said in a low voice, "From the villain's point of view, the more powerful tribes on the grassland, such as Qiergis, Oirat, and Asut, if they know that the main army of the Northern Yuan has been destroyed, they will inevitably take advantage of the situation and fight for territory, and will no longer willingly submit to the Northern Yuan Emperor." ”

Zhu Quan was very relieved when he heard this, and said with a smile, "It's best to be Gui Lichi, get rid of Huan, Arutai, they are a pot of porridge, and no one can help the other party." As long as there is no scourge like Temujin on the steppe and the tribes are unified by force, it will be difficult to pose a mortal threat to our Central Plains. Speaking of which, recalling the previous understanding of the Yuan Dynasty's only scale grasping, it seems that its territory is very large, and it is inevitable that I am a little curious, and after looking at Ma Sanbao, I asked, "Is the Yuan Dynasty very big?" ”

Ma Sanbao pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "The Yuan Dynasty is actually the name given by the Han people to Kublai Khan and his descendants who occupied the Central Plains and moved the capital from Helin to Dadu. If you add in the territory occupied by the four Western khanates, who nominally worship Kublai Khan as their suzerain, it is indeed very large. ”

"The four khanates of the West?" Zhu Quan drank tea and asked with a puzzled expression.

Ma Sanbao knew that Zhu Quan was not a person who was particularly constrained by etiquette, so he sat beside him, poured himself a cup of tea, and said slowly, "The former Mongolian Khan Meng Ge died under the Diaoyu City during the Song Dynasty. Kublai Khan led his army back to the steppe and competed for the throne with Temujin's youngest son, Alibuge. After many years of war, although he successfully seized the throne, he no longer had the prestige of Meng Ge, coupled with the greed of his descendants for pleasure, the national strength was like a river, and the road was too far away, and the four major Western khanates, such as the Kipchak Khanate, the Chagatai Khanate, the Ögedai Khanate, and the Ilkhanate, which developed from the fiefdoms of the kings, still nominally respected the Yuan Dynasty as the suzerain, in fact, they had already gone their own way. ”

When Zhu Quan heard this, he couldn't help but take a long breath, his heart was like a turbulent wave, and his thoughts were thousands, and he secretly thought to himself that many descendants of the Han people who glorified Temujin and Kublai Khan as great conquerors, because of the greatness of the Yuan Dynasty, have long forgotten the unspeakable crimes they committed against the ancient Han people; Forgetting the Song Dynasty destroyed by Kublai Khan, it represented the country with the largest population, the most prosperous culture, science and technology, and the most sound laws in the world at that time; Forgot Su Shi, Su Xun, Su Che, Lu You, Xin Qiji, Wang Anshi, Fan Zhongyan, Ouyang Xiu, Huang Tingjian, Li Qingzhao These sages lived, what era did they live in? How would these ancient sages feel if they knew that there were so many descendants of the Han people who had forgotten their ancestors, while enjoying the countless cultural heritage they left us, used Chinese characters to openly sing praises to those birds and beasts that brought destruction and profound disasters to their country and nation?

"Once the hardships have been encountered, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs. The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. Fang Jinsong, the one-armed green-shirted swordsman, muttered the poem "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang" by Wen Tianxiang in his mouth, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword on his waist, recalling the situation of breaking the Yuan army a few days ago, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and he couldn't help himself.

Qin Zhuofeng's eyes swept at Fang Jinsong, Feng Tieling, and the group of black-armored cavalrymen holding blades behind him, and said after a long sigh, "Prime Minister Wen once said in the past that Hu Yun has never been more than a hundred years. Today, our brothers will use the great victory of fishing and the blood of these unscrupulous descendants to comfort Prime Minister Wen under Jiuquan. With that, he stretched out his hand and drew his sword, and led the people forward.

Not far ahead, in the tent, live the descendants of the Han Chinese who used to be officials of the Yuan Dynasty.

In the middle of the night, when Zhu Quan was asleep, he vaguely heard a few screams from the distance of the barracks, and suddenly reached out to take the long sword placed on his side and walked out of the tent quickly. He has been in the army for a long time, and at first he was very unaccustomed to sleeping in armor, and after following Lan Yu for a long time, he became accustomed to it. You looked around and saw that Jing Jun and Sima Chao were also walking from the side of the tent with swords in hand, and just as they were about to open their mouths to ask, under the swaying of the torches, they vaguely saw a figure stumbling not far away, and immediately shouted in a deep voice, "What person?" Running around in the middle of the night? ”

After Jing Jun held a torch and took a few steps forward to meet the comer, Zhu Quan saw that it was actually an old man wearing a sheepskin robe and gray hair.

Zhu Quan saw that this embarrassed old man seemed to be a Han man, so he immediately ordered Sima Chao to help him into the camp where he lived. I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, this is the military camp of the old man Feng, and this old man is not a prisoner of the Tartars, but what are you afraid of?

Entering the bright place of the camp, Zhu Quan carefully looked at it, only to see several blood stains splashed on the robe of the old Han man, full of panic, as if he was frightened by something, seeing Jing Jun and Sima Chao who followed the tent with swords, he immediately waved his hand at them, and let the two go down to rest, so as not to increase the old man's fear.

Jing Jun, Sima Chao saw the old man's frightened situation, and remembered that His Royal Highness King Ning was also a strong martial artist, so he relieved himself and was ordered to withdraw from the tent.

After a while, seeing that the old man's frightened expression had subsided slightly, Zhu Quan asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" Where did the blood come from? ”

The old man heard Zhu Quan ask about the blood stains on his body, and a wave of hatred suddenly surged in his heart, Huo Ran raised his head and glared at Zhu Quan and hissed, "You are so ruthless, kill my two brothers......"

"Kill your brother?" Zhu Quan couldn't help frowning and wondering when he heard this, and said in his heart Looking at the appearance of this old man, listening to him, he is a Han man, and his brother will naturally not be a Tartar. How can you get killed tonight? When thinking about this, Huo Ran recalled in his mind what his master Qin Zhuofeng said yesterday, and Huo Ran knew it in his heart, and asked in a deep voice with a frosty cheek, "Your brother is an official under the Tartar Emperor?" ”

Under the swaying firelight, Zhu Quan saw this strange old man glaring at him with a look of resentment, like a hungry wolf who wanted to choose someone to devour, and he was not afraid at all. He had followed the blue jade blood battle in Gyeongju, and the side of the fishing sea had personally experienced the battle of thousands of troops and horses, so he naturally would not be afraid of the vicious eyes of such a bad old man, but he was so excited that his heart was on fire, and he said angrily, "Your brother is a Han Chinese, but he is determined to follow the Tartar Emperor to escape to Mobei and become a slave of a foreign race, and it is everyone who will be punished." ”

"You are Han Chinese, of course you are speaking on their side. Although there are many books by the Han people, how many crooked theories are there in those books? The old man recalled that not long ago, his two brothers stabbed a one-armed Han man with a sword, and blood splattered on his body, and he couldn't help but hissed angrily.

Zhu Quan couldn't bear it anymore when he heard this, and with the flip of his right wrist, he had already pulled out a three-foot long sword, pressed it against the old man's throat, and asked coldly, "Tell me your name, what is your name?" What official position did he hold under the Tartars? Saying this, I secretly made up my mind in my heart that if this old thing was also a Tartar official in the past, and he directly pulled it out and killed it, I wouldn't bother to talk nonsense with you.

Although the old man was full of hatred for Zhu Quan in his heart, he had no choice but a slight stinging pain in his throat at this time, and he looked at Zhu Quan's cold eyes, knowing that if he dared to be strong again, his life would be lost, so he had to whisper, "The old man Lu Jiaming did not hold the official position of the Yuan Dynasty. It turned out that he was Lu Jiaming, the house slave of the former Yuan Dynasty Taishi barbarian. Although he always gave advice to the barbarians behind his back, he did not hold an actual official position like the two brothers, so he was never on the blacklist, and escaped the killing of Qin Zhuofeng and others tonight, and escaped by luck.

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