Anti-Qing: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Ming Dynasty

Although he said this, Zhu Jing'an was already lost in thought.

Tian Khan, such a long-lasting name!
If he remembered correctly, Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, was the first Heavenly Khan in Chinese history.

This was also the first time that the nomadic people on the grassland honored the emperor of the Central Plains.

How significant is it?

After that, the emperors of the Central Plains never received this honor again.

Even Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, although they can suppress the nomads on the grassland.

Beat Dayuan into Beiyuan.

But still could not defeat the nomads and conquer them.

Naturally, there is no need to mention Tian Khan.

If I can get Lao Zhu a title of Heavenly Khan this time, Lao Zhu will be very happy, right?

Also, if Ming Dynasty wanted to legitimately take over control of the grassland.

In the name of Tian Khan, it might be a good choice.

Of course, just like the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, it was also possible for the Ming Emperor to concurrently serve as the Mongolian Khan.

But compared to the Great Khan of Mongolia, Zhu Jing'an himself obviously prefers the title of Tian Khan.

Because, as the name suggests, the Great Khan of Mongolia is the Great Khan of the Mongols.

However, Tian Khan is the Tian Khan respected by all ethnic groups, and his intentions are completely different.

Zhu Jing'an thought about this, picked up the wine glass in his hand, and said.

"Drink this cup together, gentlemen!"

Seeing this, all the generals in the tent raised their glasses.

"Congratulations to the Ming Dynasty and congratulations to His Highness!"

"Congratulations to the Ming Dynasty and congratulations to His Highness!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, Zhu Jing'an nodded with satisfaction.

Then he drained the glass of wine in one gulp.

Celing Namuzal continued to roast the lamb. After the lamb was roasted, he knelt down on one knee in front of Zhu Jing'an, presented the dagger in his hand, and said.

"Your Highness, please share the lamb!"

Sharing the lamb for everyone, to some extent, also represents authority.

Because only those in power have the qualifications to organize and divide food (interests) for everyone.

Seeing this, Zhu Jing'an did not refuse. He took the dagger from Celing Namuzal and began to cut up the roasted whole lamb.

Several attendants came forward with trays to assist.

Soon, with a few knives, the whole roasted lamb was divided into several parts. Then, the attendants stepped forward to finely divide the roasted lamb that had been cut into several parts.

Everyone was given a portion of the roasted lamb.

After sharing the food, Zhu Jing'an also returned to his seat. He picked up a piece of mutton that had been cut with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

As he chewed, there was first a smell of spices, and then a smell of mutton mixed with a light milk fragrance. Zhu Jing'an narrowed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the feeling of the oil exploding in his mouth.

The quality of the lamb roasted by Celingnamuzal this time was very good. The meat was evenly fat and lean, making it most suitable for roasting.

And more importantly, after roasting, there is no fishy smell like ordinary mutton.

It is a pleasure to eat.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the big tent.

Zhu Jing'an put down the chopsticks in his hand and gave instructions.

"Go and ask, what's the fuss about?"

Zhang Jin immediately clasped his fists and accepted the order and left, and soon returned to report to Zhu Jing'an.

"Your Highness, our army's mountain search team has captured Yongxuan and Fan Boyong..."

When Zhu Jing'an heard this, he couldn't help but show joy on his face.

He immediately said hello.

"Let's go out with me and take a look!"

After saying this, he stood up from behind the desk and strode outside the tent.

As the curtain of the big tent was opened, the Ming soldiers outside the tent bowed down one after another.

"I will finally meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

When Zhu Jing'an heard this, he just nodded slightly.

"Just stay flat, no need to be polite."

His eyes moved and he glanced around, and soon he saw the person he wanted to see.

Fan Boyong was tied up and forced to kneel on the ground. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. It was obvious that he had been beaten frequently.

On the side was a stretcher with a person lying on it, and the white cloth covering it was stained red with blood.

Zhu Jing'an walked to the stretcher, took a look at it, and then asked.

"Is this Yongxuan?"

The captain of the Sou Shan team who captured Fan Boyong and Yong Xuan heard this and spoke.

"Your Highness, this is indeed the Thief Chief Yongxuan."

"When the brothers found him, he had been mostly eaten by wild boars..."

The captain of the Souyama team explained what happened to Zhu Jing'an in detail.

When Zhu Jing'an heard this, he just nodded slightly.

He took a few steps forward and lifted the white cloth covering the stretcher.

Immediately, a deadpan face came into his eyes.

Yongxuan's face was full of death and blood. His face turned pale due to blood loss, and most of his throat was eaten away, exposing the bones.

Further down, there is a belly that has been chewed into an empty shell.

Wild boars are omnivores, but because they are almost at the top of the food chain, they usually eat a lot of meat.

But this beast is also very picky when it comes to eating meat.

If you are not hungry, the first thing to eat is definitely the offal.

And this is also the reason why Yongxuan's face was not chewed to bits and could still be identified.

Looking at the dead body in front of him, Zhu Jing'an took a deep breath and spoke.

"Starting from the wild boar skin and ending with the wild boar, haha, this can be regarded as a beginning and an end to a certain extent in the Qing Dynasty, right?"

Zhu Jing'an sighed.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke again.

"I ordered someone to prepare a thin coffin, so I can bury him alive!"

If Yongxuan is still alive, Zhu Jing'an will definitely take him back to the capital to be tried, and then he will be punished and executed in Lingchi.

However, since Yongxuan is dead now, Zhu Jing'an will not have trouble with a corpse.

After all, Chinese people believe that the dead person is the most important person!
After saying this, Zhu Jing'an looked at Fan Boyong again and said with a cold snort.

"Escort this traitor to the capital and prepare to hand it over to the Sanfa Division for prosecution. There must be no mistake!"

Zhu Jing'an could be lenient with the dead Yongxuan, but it was another matter with the living Fan Boyong...

Zhu Jing'an's order was issued, and everyone around him responded.

……

"Take a rest, take a rest!"

"I swear to God that I will never come to the East again in this life..."

Petroyev slumped down on a big stone, breathing heavily.

At this time, his beard and hair were as messy as wormwood, his face was shiny and smelled of sweat, and he looked quite embarrassed.

He sat down by a creek and looked up at the sky, with a tired look on his face.

Since yesterday's defeat and the start of their escape, almost a day and a night have passed, and Petroyev and his party have not rested at all. He kept running away all the way north, eager to escape the pursuit of the Ming army.

Only when they were sure that there were no more pursuers behind them did they dare to stop and take a rest.

Kojevic picked up the wine bottle in his hand, opened the lid, and started drinking.

The vodka was put into his mouth and then down his throat, leaving a soothing expression on Kojevic's face.

When the body is tired, drinking some wine is really a relief.

Kojevich drank the wine himself and handed the flask to Petroyev beside him.

Petroyev took the flask and drank too.

Kojevic said while looking up at the sky.

"It's such a shame to lose this battle!"

"The empire's main force in the east, and even the Queen's Guards I brought from St. Petersburg, were almost completely wiped out..."

"After this battle, the empire's situation in the east may not be sustainable."

When Kojevic said this, he seemed to have remembered something, and his expression was very solemn.

Hearing this, Petroyev smiled bitterly and said.

"It's time to negotiate with Mingguo..."

It sounds like a negotiation, but in fact it means that Tsarist Russia wants to unilaterally seek peace with Ming Dynasty.

Because, in order to negotiate, you must have chips in hand.

If you don't have enough chips, it's not a negotiation, it can only be regarded as a unilateral peace.

And now Tsarist Russia obviously does not have enough bargaining chips in the east to compete with Ming Dynasty.

This also determines that in the subsequent negotiations, Tsarist Russia will inevitably suffer a lot of bleeding.

Petroyev said solemnly.

"After this battle, I don't even know how to explain it to Governor Bores."

He originally thought that in this war with the Ming army, he could use the power of the Mongols to win and force the Ming Dynasty to bow to the Tsarist Empire.

Even if this goal cannot be achieved and they settle for the next best thing, after this battle, they should be able to annex the Mongolian grassland and integrate all the forces on the Mongolian grassland for their own use.

Let the empire gain a firm foothold in the east!

Unexpectedly, the result of the war was that the chicken was stolen but the rice was lost.

Not only did the two expected goals fail to be achieved, but the empire's troops in the Far East were also involved.

After this battle, the empire's more than 100 years of expansion in the Far East may come to naught...

This is a price that neither Petroyev nor even Bores can bear.

If St. Petersburg were to blame, both Petroyev and Bores would probably be hanged and sent to see God.

Petroyev couldn't help but want to scold his mother now. What a complete loser.

Hearing this, Kojevic also spoke.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for the empire to expand in the Far East in the future."

"..."

A group of people rested for two hours, took turns to squint for a while, regained their composure, and then continued on their way.

Petroyev's group was relatively lucky. They encountered neither pursuing soldiers nor wild animals blocking their way along the way.

Except for the fact that someone accidentally fell off a cliff and died on the way, there were no other surprises as he crossed the mountains and entered Ningwu Mansion in one breath.

But just after they came out of the mountain, before they could repair themselves, they encountered a group of patrolling militiamen on the plain outside Ningwu Mansion City.

This militia was formed by the local gentry in Ningwu to protect the country and the people.

This time, due to the fierce fighting in Xinzhou, he was recruited by the imperial court to assist the imperial army in searching the countryside, apprehending the defeated Tartars, and maintaining local security.

After discovering Petroyev and his party, the militia did not take action rashly, but chose to send a signal to call people.

With the sound of a firework taking off, many nearby militia groups and even the Ming Army's patrol team noticed the strange movement here.

I chose to come here as soon as possible!

Then there was nothing more. After drilling in the mountains for several days, Petroyev and others, who were tired and sleepy, were unable to resist the Ming army's patrols and militia groups.

In the end, he could only choose to surrender and fight for a lenient outcome from the Ming army.

Of course, the reason why he surrendered so happily.

It also has something to do with the fact that they know they are still useful, and even if they surrender, Ming will not kill them.

After all, Ming Dynasty and Tsarist Russia will have to negotiate next.

At that time, these prisoners of war will be the bargaining chips in Daming's hands.

In any case, Ming Dynasty will not throw away the bargaining chips in their hands before the negotiation begins.

……

Soon, Zhu Jing'an received news that the two big fish, Petroyev and Kojevich, were caught.

A smile broke out involuntarily on his face.

Now that even these two big fish have been caught, it can definitely be said that the Ming Dynasty has won this battle.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Jing'an opened his mouth and gave instructions.

"Send the order and prepare your horses immediately to report your victory to the capital."

"Let's just say that our army won a great victory, annihilated nearly 100,000 Tartars, and captured countless horses, cattle and sheep. After this battle, the grassland will be settled."

After finishing speaking, there was a slight pause, and then Zhu Jing'an continued.

"Then send an order to the prefectures of Ningwu, Shuoping, and Xinzhou, and ask the villages and towns affected by the war to send representatives to identify the murderers among the prisoners of war in our army."

"Since the imperial army has achieved this great victory, the people of Ming Dynasty cannot sacrifice their lives in vain. Someone must pay the price for this."

"After the murderers are identified, relevant personnel from the Military Justice Department will be asked to cooperate in a public trial."

"Investigate and handle strictly!"

Although Zhu Jing'an often does whatever it takes to achieve his own goals.

But this does not mean that he is willing to see the people of Ming Dynasty fall under the slaughter knives of foreign races.

Whether it is out of conscience or to win over the people.

Zhu Jing'an felt that he had to give an explanation to the Shanxi people who were killed.

Although delayed justice is not justice, it can be considered a psychological comfort to some extent.

……

It was early spring in February of the seventh year of Xuanwu in the Ming Dynasty. The spring scenery was just right and the breeze was gentle.

With the beginning of spring, things inside and outside the capital have become busy again.

The farmers went to the fields carrying hoes and sickles to prepare for spring plowing.

On this day, a team of fast horses rushed from the west of the capital.

The team of fast horses shouted loudly while galloping.

"A great victory, a great victory, our army won a great victory in the battle of Xinzhou!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince annihilated hundreds of thousands of enemies in one battle, captured dozens of Mongolian princes, and Yongxuan, the remnants of the Manchu Qing dynasty, were buried in the mouths of wild boars."

"..."

The fast horse reporting the victory came from Shanxi, galloped all the way into the capital, and then headed towards the imperial city.

Along the way, when the people on the road heard the news, they couldn't help but raise their arms and shout, with a happy expression on their faces.

"We win, the court wins, and the world will be at peace!"

"Drive out the Tartars, restore China, and the Ming Dynasty will be victorious."

"Long live your Majesty, may the Ming Dynasty be victorious, may your Royal Highness live a thousand lives..."

"..."

Victory in war is extremely exciting news at any time.

At this time, after more than a hundred years of ravages by the Qing Dynasty, the people of the capital needed to win one victory after another to unite their hearts. (End of chapter)