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Chapter 670 As expected

"Not only do we have to swear an oath, but we have to put it on paper, in black and white. If anyone wants to go back on their word in the future, there will be no trust in it!" Swear an oath? No, Hong Tao really doesn't trust oaths, it's more reliable to sign a contract.

In fact, in his mind, even black and white is not reliable. As long as it concerns the survival of the nation and the country, any agreement is nothing. It is obvious which is more important to exchange the loss of one person's credit for the benefit of all citizens.

Of course, people at that time were not as shameless as him, and even if they were unwilling, they would at least abide by it for a few years. This is called the political bottom line. In the interaction between countries, whoever has a higher bottom line will suffer losses, and this has been the case since ancient times.

Since the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had said it in person, written it down in black and white, signed it and sealed it with the imperial seal, the two Mongolian leaders no longer hesitated, and immediately had people bring the cattle and sheep up and held a sacrificial ceremony on the spot. After all the hassles, the agreement was implemented, and the hidden restraint of the gods was still quite useful in their eyes.

After the business was done, the three parties became partners, or allies or brothers, and the next step was to drink and eat meat. When the mare's milk wine turned into sugarcane wine, the Mongolian advantage was gone, and Hong Tao was not at a disadvantage even though he was fighting one against two.

The two Mongolian leaders probably had never seen a Han emperor who could sit with them, drink wine from big bowls, eat meat with big mouthfuls, and tell vulgar jokes. They suddenly felt that they had met too late. The vigilance they had originally had gradually disappeared as they drank jar after jar of wine.

Hong Tao drank low-alcohol sugarcane wine, but the two leaders were given high-alcohol sugarcane wine. No wonder ethnic minorities always think that Han people like to cheat. In every little bit of daily life, Han people are indeed more cunning and treacherous.

But it is not innate, but caused by the environment. It doesn't take much, just put them in the mainland, and they will learn bad habits in one year, and they may even be better than their teachers.

"The blue sky... the green lake... the green grassland... this is my home. The galloping horses... the white sheep..." Just when everyone's faces were red and their tongues were dry from drinking, Hong Tao waved his hand, and Wang Chengen came on stage with seven or eight eunuchs from the Cuju team, holding various musical instruments.

Accompanied by the original version of guitar, piano, clarinet and drum set, Emperor Jingyang of the Ming Dynasty personally presented a song, which moved all the men from the grassland to tears.

It's not the beautiful tune or the melodious voice, but the lyrics that are so appropriate to the scene, making people feel as if they have returned to their hometown where the sky is vast, the wilderness is boundless, and cattle and sheep can be seen on the grass when the wind blows.

If Tengger knew that someone was using his lyrics and tunes to deceive his Mongolian compatriots, he would definitely take a taxi to the Houhai Beach and kill the guy named Hong Tao first to prevent future troubles.

It was a pity that he didn't know that under the influence of Hong Tao's hoarse voice, Da Taiji Baihong, Bu Shitu, and their followers all sang and danced and jumped together on the city wall.

At this moment, in their hearts, the Ming emperor was a friend of the grassland men, very honest and upright. If he had a little more wisdom, he would not be able to sing such a beautiful song, let alone drink so much wine. Even if Lin Danhan came in person and exposed that the Ming emperor was holding back, they would not believe a word.

Hong Tao was indeed unable to hold back his fart. He acted like a 17th century KTV microphone king on the city wall, covering Tengger's songs one after another. The army soldiers in the south of Xinghe City were also not idle. From the commander to the soldiers, all of them were swinging shovels and wrestling with the ground.

In a word, dig, dig deep, dig foxholes and trenches, and start with three, a few hundred meters apart outside the camp, spreading out in circles. Several men gathered together for a barbecue, with endless topics to talk about, and they could eat peppers they had never tasted before. The meal lasted from noon to dusk, and was not over when the sun set. Bu Shitu asked his men to build a bonfire, intending to repay the Ming emperor's hospitality with his tribe's best roasted whole lamb.

The sheep must be a year old or older, and they can't be cooked for more than a day! Roast them on the bonfire for a cup of tea, brush them with chili oil, cut a piece and put it in your mouth. It's so delicious!
"Beep, beep, beep... tick, tick..." Just as the three leaders were drunk and turning their heads around, suddenly, long horn sounds rang out from all directions in Xinghe City, followed by shrill copper trumpets.

"Sun and Moon Khan, we have come here to keep our promise, why do we have to fight?"

When the Mongolian soldiers from the west of the city ran up to the city wall and whispered a few words in the ear of King Shunyi, the tribal leader who had already taken off his fur coat immediately became angry. He held a small knife in his hand to slice mutton, and his eyes turned red.

"Where are the enemy soldiers coming from?"

Hong Tao put down the copper trumpet in his hand, cleared his throat, and asked back with a confused look on his face. His voice was almost hoarse from the meal. At this time, Tengger's song had been sung and replaced by Zhang Xinzhe, with a higher pitch.

"...west and east!" King Shunyi blinked his eyes and his tongue was short.

"Bushitu, what do you mean!" Before Hong Tao could answer, Bai Hongdaji jumped up first. The enemy came from the west, so it was definitely not the Ming army. The most likely possibility was the Tumed tribe.

"I...I didn't inform anyone else about my trip. Only my clan members knew about it...what do you mean?"

Bu Shitu finally sobered up and thought about it. It was not right. How could he become the biggest suspect? The enemy from the west could be considered an attack by the Tumed tribe, but the enemy from the east could not be blamed on him!
"The Kharchin tribe built a factory with the Sun and Moon Khan and was able to exchange a lot of goods. Are they going to ruin their own business?" The Great Taiji Baihong might have had his brain paralyzed by the strong sugarcane liquor, so he actually asked such a question.

"Hey! Two leaders, sit down and listen to me... There are large unidentified troops attacking from the east and west, right? No need to think about it, it is most likely led by the Taijis in your two tribes who do not agree with getting too close to the Ming Dynasty.

There may be spies among your own subordinates, and there should be leaks in the Ming court. This meeting is no longer a secret, and their purpose for coming here is also very clear. Kill you two and me, and I should be the main one, destroy the border trade, and continue to let your people and the Han people fight each other.

Once this happens, it is irreversible. There is no point in blaming each other now. Let's face reality. I want to ask how many troops each of you has brought with you, and whether you are willing to fight to the death with the warriors of your tribe?"

Looking at the two Mongolian leaders glaring at each other like fighting cocks and spitting knives at each other, Hong Tao listened to the interpreter's translation, waved his hand to signal the band to go down, and then began to analyze the current situation, as if he was not in a hurry at all.

(End of this chapter)