Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 140: Into Mongolia

In the Qianqing Palace, the atmosphere was very tense, and the relationship between father and son was not warm and harmonious. One old and one young, across the table, one hand on the waist, the other on the table, looking at each other like fighting cocks.

This is a duel of voices.

For the sake of two million, Lu Mou was really anxious. He couldn't care about any misconduct before the emperor or any offense against the emperor's authority. In the eyes of the outside world, he was defined as not a king or a minister, but a father and son. Especially when his mother came to break up the fight and supported him, he became even more unscrupulous.

In this debate over whether to rob or not to rob, Chongzhen obviously lacked confidence.

The year-end reward is face. The best thing in Zhu Youjian's life is face.

When it comes to face and the king's transformation into a horse bandit, Chongzhen ultimately chose the latter in depravity.

San'er is right. As long as the silver is placed in front of everyone, how can they and have no intention to discuss which silver dollar is holy and which silver dollar is dirty?

And when the ninth-rank official buys new clothes for his parents, that person will be praised for his filial piety by those around him.

And his filial piety was given by us as father and son. Isn't this just like giving roses to others, with lingering fragrance in their hands?

Using this self-deceiving reason, Chongzhen finally agreed to Lu Mou's robbery, but in the end he gave a feeble reason: "Jiu Nu has repeatedly violated our capital, and he should be punished."

At the Nanyuan Racecourse, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was howling. It was the perfect weather for murder and arson.

Lu Mou prepared a small bag of salt and half a catty of tea for all the soldiers. A small bag of fried beans was placed on the back of the war horse. He took 20,000 cavalrymen who had returned to their hometown and two thousand Jinyiwei brothers who were most familiar with the grassland, held high the banner of punishing the slaves who repeatedly committed crimes in the capital, and marched into the grassland.

The Sino-Mongolian area was reserved for Zu Dashou and Wu Xiang for liberation and could not be snatched. Lu Mou chose Dongmeng, who was closer to the foundation of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, to start.

When you shout to punish the Manchus, you have to get closer to the Manchus to be convincing.

The Eastern Mongols were wealthy. The source of their wealth was their participation in the five invasions of the Central Plains and the proceeds from the Manchu plunder.

Lu Mou made up his mind that if he ate what I had, he would return it to me with interest.

A medium-sized tribal leader from the Karaqinzhong Banner stood in front of the sheepfold with a whip and his hands behind his back, counting the returning sheep. He was very satisfied, because when he went out, there were 5,000 sheep, and when he came back, not a single one was missing, and the Han slaves who were grazing were all holding one or two newly born lambs in their arms.

He closed the door of the sheepfold, took out a few pieces of cake, and threw them in front of the Han slaves in the sheepfold: "This is what I rewarded you with."

Several Han slaves lay on the ground and kowtowed, then carefully picked up the pancakes stained with sheep dung and urine, and ate them hungrily.

But something happened in the cattle pen, and a calf died.

This made the leader very angry. He drew out his scimitar and directly chopped down the slave who was kneeling on the ground and had already stretched out his neck obediently.

So far, this winter has not yet passed, and he has killed seven Han slaves and one Mongolian herdsman slave.

While wiping the blood on the scimitar, he looked towards the south: "No, we have to take advantage of the arrival of summer and before heading north, we should go to Daming to replenish the lost manpower."

Thinking of this, I was in trouble again.

In the late autumn of this year, his emperor sent Prince Yu to go to the capital with the Han army Li Yangeng, but he returned with an inexplicable defeat. The Ming Dynasty suddenly became powerful and completely shocked the regent. Coupled with the loss of 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, the regent planned not to provoke the Ming Dynasty next year, but to wait for Li Chuang to consume the Ming Dynasty's national power and the Qing Dynasty to enjoy the success. The main force is not available, and the Ming Dynasty has become stronger. It may not be enough to rely solely on three to four thousand young Mu Nuwazi from the 20,000 population of their own tribe to go out. I have to contact several nearby companies to cooperate.

But fortunately, I heard that Daming in the south just had a bumper harvest this year, so there is no need to worry about more wolves and less meat.

This must be done quickly, because this time the Ming Dynasty destroyed Prince Yu's 700,000 to 80,000 yuan, and the Ming Dynasty must have lost more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. We can't wait until they recover and lose this opportunity.

You have to admit that although the Ming Dynasty suffered repeated defeats, their ability to recover was terrifying, and their population base was too large. The Han people seem to be endlessly killed. Once they are killed, another one will pop up in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt the vibration on the ground. Experience told him that a large cavalry was approaching.

The leader was very confused: "Did the regent change his plan and send troops to the Ming Dynasty again? This is a great thing. This time I can follow the Qing Dynasty into the Central Plains."

And just when he wanted to use some kind of hospitality to get some prince to allow him to follow him on the expedition, he saw in the afterglow of the setting sun, the cavalry like the devils from hell, rushing towards his tribe.

These are not soldiers of the Qing Dynasty. Also because the Qing Dynasty strictly prohibited fighting between tribes, it could not be the Mongols. A Ming Dynasty military flag flying in the sunset proved his judgment.

The leader was shocked: "The enemy is attacking, the enemy is attacking, prepare for war, prepare for war."

Unfortunately, it was too late, everything was too late, and the unique sound of muskets from the Ming Dynasty rang out. A warrior, on a galloping war horse, leaned down and waved, and the head of the leader flew out. The leader's last thought was: "What a precious sword."

Since there was no armed fighting between tribes, the Mongols were defenseless and the battle went very smoothly.

Lu Mou did not fight in person, but just kept giving loud and clear orders: "Kill everyone, leave no one behind. Send people immediately to seal off the perimeter, and don't let any enemy escape and leak the news."

Horse bandits have no psychological burden when they slaughter the old, weak, women and children. Just when the setting sun withdrew its last ray of light and darkness enveloped the entire grassland, the battle ended.

But the Mongols are indeed tough. Although they were surprised and had sophisticated weapons, Lu Mou still paid the price of thousands of people to annihilate this tribe of 20,000 people.

When Lu Mou tried hard to take off the goose egg-sized ruby ​​ring on the finger of a small-headed man, but couldn't, Qi Fei swung his knife, cut off the finger, and then dedicated the ring to his prince and asked for instructions. : "What to do with the more than 300 Han slaves?"

Lu Mou breathed a sigh of relief at the ruby ​​and wiped it on his clothes. Under the light of the bonfire, the ruby ​​became even more dazzling, as red as fresh blood.

"The Han people are our compatriots and cannot be harmed. Feed them well, and then let them drive the cattle and sheep we captured back to the Central Plains. I will contract land to them so that they can enjoy peace again."

Then he scolded a soldier loudly: "Have you ever been a horse thief? Are you so careless in cleaning the battlefield? Didn't you see the pendant around the neck of the dead man?"

"My lord, that is a stone."

"What kind of stone? It's a Dzi Bead." Then he asked the fat man Zheng Hongda who was following him: "Brother, how much do you think that thing is worth?"

Zheng Hongda immediately quoted the price: "I'll pay a hundred taels."

Since cooperating with Zheng Hongda on salt, Zheng Hongda has shouldered Lu Mou's second important task, which is to sell stolen goods for Lu Mou.

All the jewelry and antiques he had captured from the bandits were transported to Jiangnan for sale. While bringing back a large amount of gold and silver for Lu Mou, he and his partners also made a lot of money.

(End of this chapter)