In June of the first year of Wuxing, the Beijing division on this day was particularly lively.

The streets were crowded with people, scrambling to look over the city gates.

Without him, on this day, the army led by Yan Shizhao returned.

Compared with the armies of the other three routes, the army of this road is particularly eye-catching.

After all, their enemy is the Tatars, which are much stronger than the rebels in the south, and their ability to harm is far superior to that of the rebels.

Being able to defeat them undoubtedly made the people extremely excited, so these soldiers who had just won the war for the Ming Dynasty were also particularly welcome.

The gates were opened, and the victorious army entered the city.

It was the emperor's reward for the soldiers of the Northern Expedition, allowing them to enter the streets of the capital division.

After the team walked around the capital of the Ming Dynasty, they stopped in front of the imperial city under the leadership of Yan Shizhao.

Emperor Wuxing met with this general who had just made great achievements at the noon gate.

Accompanied by a voice of "Zhao Chen Guogong, the former military governor's mansion right governor Yan Shizhao, see you!" Yan Shizhao, who was dressed in carved dragons and painted phoenixes and ceremonial armor, walked slowly in front of the emperor under the eyes of everyone who were either envious or worshiping, knelt on the ground, and then lowered his head.

"Minister, Yan Shizhao, see Your Majesty, fortunately you have not disgraced your life, and you have wiped out all the thieves."

Behind him, more than a hundred selected captives were pressed up, and at the front was the leader of the Tatar tribe, Kuk Khan, and behind him, a high-ranking official of the Tatar tribe.

Sacrifice to your majesty!

And the capture of the enemy leader added a bit of color to this grand ceremony.

The Khan of Kukhan's personal guard was about to collapse at the first touch, and when he was about to kill himself, the sword in his hand was knocked to the ground by the warriors of the 3,000 battalions, and he was captured alive.

At this time, he looked at everything in front of him with a mixture of regret, despair and despair.

It was not that he had no illusion that after he unified Mongolia, he might one day be able to meet His Majesty the Ming Emperor, but by no means in such a form......

And Zhu Changxun's eyes flashed with joy.

He believed that Yan Shizhao would not lose and would definitely be able to successfully expel the enemy who had entered the Kou, but he did not expect that Yan Shizhao could win so beautifully, and the 50,000 army was almost completely wiped out overnight, which was a rare victory.

Facing the scarred and embarrassed captives in front of him, looking at him with fear in his eyes, his heart was filled with the joy and joy of a victor.

Especially the other party, a leader-level figure who could almost be on an equal footing with him not long ago, added a little different meaning.

Nearby, the cheers of the people of Jingshi can still be heard, which is an ode to victory.

This feeling...... It's fascinating.

Zhu Changxun withdrew his gaze and stared at Yan Shizhao in front of him, the admiration in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

"This battle, thanks to Aiqing's proper command, has today's victory, tens of thousands of Tatar troops have been annihilated, this is a great victory unseen in decades."

"Chen Guogong is really a good minister of the court!"

He opened his mouth and complimented.

The good minister of the court, this evaluation is already quite good, but to be able to fight such a record with the Tatar army, his own casualties are not more than 10,000 people, many of whom are only wounded, he deserves this title.

The emperor's words were loudly passed down by his own personal guards, so that the people of Jingshi could hear them clearly, and suddenly, the praise of Chen Guogong became louder.

Yan Shizhao was not too proud and took these feats in one go, but said modestly:

"Your Majesty has praised it falsely, it is all the blessing of heaven, Your Majesty commands properly, the generals use their lives, and the soldiers serve to the death, so that they can defeat the enemy, and it is not my work alone."

Zhu Changxun was very satisfied with his humility, so he personally helped him up, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Don't be humble, I will reward you for such a great achievement!"

"I promoted you to the Governor of the Later Military Governor's Mansion and was in charge of the Gyeonggi soldiers and horses!"

"Give a thousand taels of platinum, give a python robe, and charter the sword to go to the palace!"

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In the conduct of this ceremony, Zhu Changxun actually has his own careful thoughts.

After all, just after taking the throne, he put down rebellions everywhere, and even the grassland that gave the Ming Dynasty a headache for a hundred years has suffered such a heavy setback.

He looked triumphantly at the map, and the Tartars, who ruled the great steppes, had become his defeated men.

However, as his gaze flickered, his smile gradually stiffened.

In the western part of the steppe, he saw another force, Warat.

Yes, it is true that there is no longer a threat from Tatar. But it was precisely because of the defeat of the Tatar army that this time it was so badly defeated that their interior was extremely empty.

In this steppe, there is not only the Tatar force, but to the west, there are many tribes of the Warat tribe.

Faced with the fat in front of them, can they resist devouring it?

Once the grassland is reunified and develops for a few more years, I am afraid it will become the great enemy of the Ming Dynasty!

The ease and joy in Zhu Changxun's eyes were swept away, followed by a solemn look.

Of course, he knew that Yexian, Dayan Khan, and I had all unified almost the entire grassland except for the fetters, and finally became a big trouble for the Ming Dynasty.

If Warat unifies the steppe, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Can't give them this chance!

Zhu Changxun's eyes flashed fiercely.

He called Yan Shizhao and prepared to discuss countermeasures, and Yan Chenhao also asked to see the emperor at this time.

So the two came together, and after hearing the emperor tell his thoughts, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Your Majesty, there is no Great Khan in Warat, it is just an alliance...... The strength of their major tribes is not very different, and it is difficult for any one tribe to annex or subjugate the others. It was only because of the pressure of the Tatar Ministry that they were united, although it was true that they would advance eastward, but to speak of unification...... Chancellor thought it was unlikely. ”

"There is even a high probability that a civil war will break out first on their own."

Yan Shizhao hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"But what Your Majesty said is also reasonable, if the Warat Department invades the Tatar steppe, it is also not good for the Ming Dynasty, if Your Majesty thinks that it should be attacked north, then the minister is willing to take advantage of the great victory, pacify the grassland, and share the worries for Your Majesty!"

When he spoke, Yan Shizhao's face also looked a little impatient. Since ancient times, credit has been obtained from horses, and he is happy to lead his troops to conquer and leave more dazzling feats in the history books.

Listening to his words, Zhu Changxun, whose face was gradually becoming a little unhappy, flashed with excitement again, and his eyes looked at Yan Shizhao more kindly.

However, as soon as Yan Shizhao's words were finished, a categorical voice came from the side:

"Your Majesty, don't use your sword again."

Yan Chenhao categorically denied the idea of the two.

(End of chapter)