I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 149 Welcome Your Longevity to Come to Me.

"Your Highness, I have asked. The brothers on the periphery have almost stopped most of the fleeing ones. They haven't escaped yet. They should still be in the camp, or even mixed with those captives."

In a gorgeous large tent, Yu Qian lifted the curtain and walked in with strides, and reported the situation to Zhu Zhangui who was sitting by the fire and roasting a whole lamb.

Zhu Zhangui, who was slowly brushing the sauce, said without raising his head, "Have you visited the prisoner?"

Yu Qian shook his head helplessly, squatted beside the fire, pulled out a dagger and cut off a piece of mutton, regardless of whether it was cooked or not, he threw it into his mouth directly.

"Too many, plus they may have disguises, it's hard to tell."

Zhu Zhangui paused and replied.

"There must be someone who knows them, go to some leaders and ask."

Yu Qian nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "We still need to help His Majesty attack the Three Gorges Pass from behind. There are so many captives here. If we leave people to guard, I'm afraid the force to attack the Three Gorges Pass will not be enough."

Zhu Zhangui glanced at Yu Qian.

"Have we any prisoners?"

Yu Qian froze for a moment, then stood up abruptly, staring at Zhu Zhangui.

"This is about 10 people!"

Zhu Zhangui didn't reply to Yu Qian's words, but pointed to a skinny man next to him who was wearing obviously ill-fitting armor.

"His name is Hu Yu, he is from Liangzhou."

Yu Qian looked up at the man.

The man had withered hair, a thin body, and no luster in his eyes.

Looking at it, it is simply a living dead.

Zhu Zhangui cut off a piece of meat and handed it to Hu Yu who was standing beside him holding the knife for him.

Hu Yu hurriedly knelt down on one knee, took the meat that Zhu Zhangui handed him with both hands, and began to bite.

That ferocious appearance is like a hungry wild wolf.

"In the eighth year of Yongle, the Tatars jumped over the border and went to the Grass Valley. The garrison did not hold it, and the Tatars rushed into their town."

"His three-year-old daughter was thrown to death alive, his loving wife was tortured to death by Tatars in front of him, and his old parents were trampled to death by wild horses."

"He was taken by the Tartars and made a slave."

Yu Qian looked at Hu Yu who was eating mutton madly, and fell into silence.

Zhu Zhangui cut off a piece of meat, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, nodded with satisfaction, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

Talking while chewing.

"There is a tradition among the Tatars that when children come of age, they hold a sheep-shooting contest."

"And these lambs are not the kind of sheep you imagined, but two-legged sheep."

Hearing this humiliating title, Yu Qian clenched his fists tightly.

"The child who shoots the most difference and gets the first place will also be rewarded with a Han beauty."

"And these children are also very generous, and will invite their very good friends to enjoy it together."

"That night, the screams continued until dawn, and in the end they were tortured beyond human form, and they were thrown away in the grass to feed wild wolves."

Zhu Zhangui pointed to Hu Yu, "If he hadn't told me, I wouldn't know about this."

"Later the Tatars were defeated, and he became a slave of the Oirats."

"There were a total of more than 2 people who were robbed in their wave, and he is the only one who has survived so far."

"When our soldiers found him, he expressed his desire to join the army, and told the soldiers that he would do anything as long as he could kill Oirats and Tatars."

After listening to Zhu Zhangui's narration, Yu Qian was silent for a moment, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said seriously:

"I sympathize with what happened to this brother, but we must not do the killing of prisoners. Oara Tatars are animals, but we are not."

Zhu Zhangui stopped cutting the mutton suddenly.

"You scholars are like this. You always think too beautifully."

Zhu Zhangui cut off the piece of meat in his hand and handed it to Yu Qian, looked at Yu Qian and said seriously: "Da Ming has too many people, and they always use human thoughts to contact wolves."

Throwing the knife on the table casually, Zhu Zhangui picked up a clean cloth next to him, wiped his hands, and said, "But for the people of Ming Dynasty, having too many people is not necessarily a good thing."

"The entire Ming Dynasty is like a pasture, and the people are the lambs inside, while those in power always think of the wolves outside as they do, thinking that if they treat each other with sincerity, the other party will return with sincerity."

"The Song Dynasty thought so, and did so. But the result!"

Zhu Zhangui looked at Yu Qian, and Yu Qian fell silent.

"The shame of Jingkang happened."

"The majestic emperor became the captive of others, the queens and princesses in the harem, and countless Han women became the playthings of the enemy. Afterwards, they were naked and put on sheepskin, and suffered endless humiliation."

"Qianer!"

Zhu Zhangui reached out and patted Yu Qian's shoulder who was in silence, looked at him and said solemnly: "There are too many people in Ming Dynasty, the people of Ming Dynasty don't need so many people in power who are people in power, they need a group of people who protect them Vicious dog."

"They need these vicious dogs to jump out in front of them when they are in danger, to tear the enemy's throat with their teeth, and to slash the enemy's chest with their claws."

"You just said that they are animals, but we are not. Sorry, I am a vicious dog protecting the people of Ming Dynasty, so I am also an animal."

Yu Qian was deeply shocked by these words.

He stared blankly at Zhu Zhangui who returned to the side of the roasted lamb and put the mutton with a blade into his mouth.

"You are the grandson, the future prince, the future emperor. Have you ever thought about what will happen to you if you do this?"

Zhu Zhangui was silent for a moment, looked back at Yu Qian and said indifferently: "If the people of Daming, even the people who protect them, resist, then this country is hopeless."

At noon, Mahamu's wife and two grandchildren had not been found.

Zhu Zhangui has no patience to wait.

I captured Mahamu's camp here, and Mahamu's side will definitely receive news soon.

If I don't solve this problem as soon as possible and cooperate with Zhu Di to capture the mouth of the Three Gorges, once Mahamu leaves some people to block Zhu Di and leads most of them back to beat him, Zhu Zhangui will have no choice but to run away.

At noon, the open space where the Oala prisoners were held.

Zhu Zhangui sat on the horse, looking coldly at the Oala captives, whose hands were tied behind their backs and packed tightly together.

Raising his hand and waving, a soldier who was proficient in Oara patted his horse forward, holding a tin trumpet, and yelled at all the prisoners.

"Now I'll give you a chance. Mahamu's wife and two grandsons are among you. If anyone points them out, we will not only guarantee your safety, but also give you a big reward."

Soldiers surrounded the huge captive camp, repeating this sentence over and over again.

The captives who heard the soldiers shouted whispered to each other, but no one stood up.

Two quarters of an hour passed.

Zhu Zhangui raised his hand.

Thousands of soldiers rushed into the captives, each of them grabbed a prisoner and dragged him out.

The soldiers who were proficient in the Oirat language shouted to the terrified Oirat captives: "Princess Samuel, we know that you are among them. Now is your chance to show your identity and protect your people. As long as you stand up, we will You can guarantee the safety of your people, otherwise we will take special measures, and then don’t blame us for being rude.”

After the soldiers shouted for a long time, there was still no response from below.

Scanning the motionless crowd of captives, Zhu Zhangui raised his whip and swung it violently.

"Bao bao bao..."

There was a sound of cold knives being unsheathed, and then the soldiers swung down the knives fiercely under the screams and cries of the prisoners.

A cold light flashed across the head and flew up, and thousands of headless corpses fell to the ground.

"Princess Samuel, this is the end of your delay. If you don't want your people to shed blood and sacrifice for you, please stand up immediately."

The soldier who was proficient in Oirat shouted again under Zhu Zhangui's gesture.

But there was still no response except for the crying of the family members of the slain and the terrified shouts of other prisoners.

Zhu Zhangui waved his hand again with a cold face.

The soldiers rushed into the crowd again, dragging the struggling Oirat captive like an animal, to the place where the head was beheaded just now.

"kill!"

Without letting the soldiers shout again, Zhu Zhangui gave the order with a cold expression.

Following Zhu Zhangui's order, the soldiers slashed down with their knives as the captives yelled in horror.

Thousands of heads fell again.

Soon 3rd batch 4th batch...

After killing the fifth batch, an old woman in a torn sheepskin stood out from the crowd.

"I am Samuel!"

The old woman looked at Zhu Zhangui angrily, and revealed her identity.

The soldiers brought the old woman up.

Zhu Zhangui looked at the other party's well-maintained skin and the noble spirit in his bones, and nodded slightly.

Zhu Zhangui did not doubt the identity of the other party.

After all, in the environment of the grassland, only people with top status can maintain their skin so well, and more importantly, Fang's face is somewhat similar to that of Tuo Huan who was killed by him.

"Also with Boyan Timur first!"

Zhu Zhangui stared at Mahamu's wife and asked about the two sons who were out of joy.

"I've had them delivered to my husband and they're not here."

"General Mingren, you have captured me, please let go of my people."

Zhu Zhangui looked at Princess Samuel and said with a smile, "I don't believe that your two grandsons were sent away."

As he said that, Zhu Zhangui's expression turned cold and he waved again.

"Go on until those two little guys come out."

"You devil, if you indiscriminately kill the people of Changshengtian, Changshengtian will punish you, and your court of Ming Dynasty will not let you go."

Seeing that Zhu Zhangui continued to kill the clansmen, Mahamu's wife, Princess Samuel, was so angry that she cursed.

Zhu Zhangui glanced back at her, and said lightly: "I am looking forward to the arrival of your eternal life. He is here. I don't mind letting my knife be stained with divine blood. Maybe I can live forever."

"As for whether the imperial court will let me go, you don't need to worry about it. You should think about yourself first."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Samuel's angry eyes, Zhu Zhangui raised his whip slightly, and thousands of heads fell off.

ps: I originally thought about going to the company to revise the manuscript, but I didn't expect to have a meeting as soon as I arrived.

(End of this chapter)