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Chapter 783 The rising star on the grassland

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    Zhu Houzhao Yanda Khan showed a sneer: "Since I was not born, you have pledged yourself to my Ming Dynasty. In this way, you can gain the support of my Ming Dynasty, defeat the Oara tribe in the desert, and unify the desert After that, you have repeatedly  Invading the border towns of Ming Dynasty, war and peace at times, can be said to be a racket of brains"

    "The Oara people created the Tumubao Incident, but in my eyes, there is no difference between the Oara and the Tatars. As far back as I can remember, I know that one day, you and Iwill hunt  This is because everyone has told me since I was a child that I am the one who inherits the destiny and will be the son of God in the future. But in my opinion, if I am just inherited by blood, why am I the son of God? The son of God,  You should mount your horse and kill the bandit chieftain, and go to the sea to capture the dragon. Among the foreign enemies of the Ming Dynasty, you, Batu Mengke, are the worst. In the past ten years, I have studied your Tatars' tactics countless times, and pondered them again and again.  I will continue to try the habits of your Boljijin Batu Mengke, even your Tatar lifestyle and your diet. You fell into my hands today, and it is not unjust. Today I am with you.  In front of me, I practiced riding and shooting countless times, learned your Tatar language, drank your kumiss, and earned it with countless blood and sweat."

    The hair on Batu Mengke¡¯s hair stood up.

    "In this world, there is a true saying, don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you.

    Batu Mengke couldn't help but snorted coldly: "You Han people said that the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Now that I have been defeated, I have no regrets!"

    Zhu Houzhao smiled: "I know you would say that, I know you too well. You claim to be a bloodline of the Golden Family, and you claim to be the Emperor of Dayuan, but today, I am going to tell you that your so-called Dayuan,  You died a hundred years ago, and today you will die again. You will never have any hope of resurrection!"

    A trace of pain and complexity flashed across Boljijin Batu Mengke¡¯s face.

    He took a deep breath and decided to accept the reality. He knelt down to Zhu Houzhao and kowtowed: "I am willing to embrace the Ming Dynasty and serve the great Han from now on."

    The Tatars have always been like this. When they are at the end of their rope, they ask for annexation. Often, in order to restrain them, the court will grant them official positions.

    The Ming Dynasty¡¯s policy towards the desert has always been like this.

    It¡¯s not a woman¡¯s kindness.

    But everyone knows that the Ming Dynasty cannot control the desert at all. If a group of people are killed, a new leader will rise from the desert. If a tribe is wiped out, a new tribe will appear and become a serious problem in the pass.

    Zhu Houzhao was expressionless: "You are wrong, I don't need you!"

    "What?" Batu Mengke was stunned.

    Zhu Houzhao said loudly: "You are not qualified to be attached to the Ming Dynasty, and there is no need to control the desert. Today is different from the past. I came to the desert to"

    The long sword was unsheathed, but at this moment, a hint of sharpness flashed across the tip of the sword, and then the sharpness passed through the silver light.  This sharp blade, like lightning, pierced into Batu Mengke's throat.

    ??????????????????????????????????? Batu Mengke seems to be unable to believe that he will die here today.

    He felt the sharp blade piercing his throat and smelled the smell of death.

    The severe pain caused his whole body to convulse. He subconsciously raised his hands and grasped the blade tightly. The palms of his hands were dripping with blood.

    Zhu Houzhao's blade was twisted in his throat bone. Suddenly, blood mist spurted out, and blood gushed out like spring water.

    Zhu Houzhao said: "Remember me, my name is Zhu Houzhao!"

    Immediately, he drew his sword, and a bloody arrow sprayed on Zhu Houzhao's trousers. Zhu Houzhao picked up the sword and ignored Batu Mengke, who was lying in a pool of blood. He turned his head and saw countless Tatars looking at him in horror.  .

    Phew

    Finally I got what I wanted!

    Zhu Houzhao raised his eyebrows and couldn't hide his joy. He said to the left and right: "Cut off his head, sprinkle it with lime, take his hand, and ask the British Lord to offer sacrifices to heaven and comfort the spirits of our ancestors!"

    As he said that, he sheathed his long sword and took a few steps. The Tatars were all trembling with fear.

    They were frightened and despaired to the extreme.

    The golden bloodline has been cut off since then.

    And they are just a group of pitiful prisoners.

    Everyone is afraid of death, especially when they meet someone stronger than them.

    Zhu Houzhao jumped up, got on his horse, and said sternly: "Take away all the Tatars, their swords, cattle and horses, search out all their dry food and horse materials, and then let them go!"

    Just let them go like thisAfter all, Fang Jifan felt a little bit of pain in his heart. Poor child, it was okay to mess around in the capital, but outside the customs, it was not a place for him to mess around at will.

    Arrive at the capital.

    Someone had already arrived in Beijing to report the news, so Ouyang Zhi was ordered by the emperor to wait here early.

    Seeing the mighty armies approaching, the British Duke Zhang Mao's arm was bandaged like a pig's knuckle and hung on his chest, while Fang Jifan's limbs were intact and he was fighting the horse in front of him in high spirits.

    Ouyang Zhi's eyes turned red when he saw it. He first stepped forward and saluted the British Duke Zhang Mao, then came to Fang Jifan, prostrated to the ground, knelt under Fang Jifan's horse, and shed tears on his clothes: "The student has seen his teacher, and his teacher is in danger."  , the student is far away in the capital, and I miss him very much. Today my teacher has returned safely and has made great achievements. The teacher's words and deeds have made the students admire him."

    When Fang Jifan saw him crying, his heart softened. Ouyang Zhi was indeed the softest person in his heart. All his disciples were not enough to carry his shoes.

    Fang Jifan dismounted, came to Ouyang Zhi, and helped him up: "You have always been the most important thing to me as a teacher. Today I see you coming to greet me. I am so happy. Let me tell you a little secret. Don't tell anyone else.  For the sake of teachers and students, it is Liu Wenshan who is here to greet us, not you."

    far away¡­¡­

    There was a man named Liu Wenshan, standing stupidly, a little confused.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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