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

Chapter 430: Great Sacrifice to Wolf Juxu Mountain
Soon, the banquet was over.

Although Zhu Jing'an was lustful, he didn't show anything at the banquet.

Because he knew that he still had important things to do next.

Although beauty is tempting enough, Zhu Jing'an is not obsessed with beauty.

Things have priorities, but he still has such courage!

After the banquet ended, Zhu Jing'an clapped his hands gently, and after attracting everyone's attention, he spoke.

"Everyone, the banquet is over, but the matter of the alliance is not urgent for the time being. Please go and visit the remains of the champion prince first..."

Zhu Jing'an wanted to pay homage to the relics left by Huo Qubing, so he could go alone.

Now, if you insist on bringing these Mongolian princes together, it is no different from being close to each other.

Although the remnants of the Xiongnu had already moved westward, the Mongols and the Huns were both nomadic peoples on the grasslands. If you want to see the relics left by Huo Qubing when he defeated the Xiongnu, you will inevitably be sad.

In the Spring and Autumn Period of 23 years, there were 23 gun salutes to express Zhu Jing'an's admiration for the champion Hou Huo Qubing.

Subsequently, all the Ming army units also set off one after another, heading towards Langjuxu Mountain.

Behind him, a group of personal followers, as well as the Mongolian princes, quickly followed on horseback.

"..."

Under the gaze of countless people, Zhu Jing'an got on his horse, waved his whip, and spoke.

Soon, the group arrived at the foot of Langjuxu Mountain.

In the distance, there are groups of cavalry standing in formation.

Zhu Jingyan led his men to a viewing platform and immediately began to speak.

Huo Qubing, a bright star shining in the history of the Chinese nation, deserves Zhu Jing'an's treatment.

"We see your highness, the Ming Dynasty will be victorious, and your highness will live a thousand years!"

"His Highness has an order, stay flat!"

Immediately, the Ming army soldiers stood up from the ground, but the look they gave Zhu Jingyan became more fanatical.

A musket with a bayonet was carried on the shoulder, and the sharp bayonet reflected the cold light in the sunlight.

The reason why there is a 23-gun salute is because Huo Qubing happened to be 23 years old when he died.

"His Highness has an order, stay flat!"

After his order was issued, 23 gun salutes roared first, and then the ceremony officially began.

Everything symbolizes the power of the Ming army!
After Zhu Jing'an walked out of the big tent, the Ming army, which had just been standing in formation outside the big tent, without saying a word, immediately bowed down like waves of wheat blown by the wind.

Immediately, Zhu Jingyan led a group of people out of the tent.

"We see your highness, the Ming Dynasty will be victorious, and your highness will live a thousand years!"

However, in the face of Zhu Jing'an's "kind invitation", none of these Mongolian princes dared to object.

"Give the order, let's begin!"

"Let's go and seal the wolf to Xu!"

Behind the iron masks, a pair of eyes as cold as a cold pool without waves are exposed, and the atmosphere is depressing and calm.

As soon as his words fell, several of the guards around him started shouting together.

Teams of Ming soldiers stood in formation outside the big tent, forming a red wave.

"Be flat!"

"..."

The voice of congratulations shook the sky, and blazing eyes focused on Zhu Jing'an.

Incense, candles, and tributes were all prepared. Kong Shixi stood in front of a mountain wall and began to recite the sacrificial rites aloud.

The distances between people are all equal, and the array is horizontal and vertical. No matter which direction you look at it, thousands of people seem to be one.

Everyone was silent, not saying a word, which brought great psychological pressure to people.

"We obey!"

With a crisp snap, Zhu Jing'an took the lead in urging his horse to gallop out of the camp and towards Langjuxu Mountain not far away.

Immediately, Kong Shixi, the minister of rites sent from Guan Nei and the head of the Southern Confucius Sect of the Ming Dynasty, took a few steps forward, climbed onto the altar, and began to preside over the ceremony of sealing the wolf to Xu.

"His Highness has an order, stay flat!"

Fanaticism and loyalty seemed to be written on every face.

After all, the fate of the last Horqin tribe who disobeyed Zhu Jing'an was still bloody. Who could not be afraid?
All the Mongolian princes could only speak one after another.

Seeing this, Zhu Jing'an looked around and said immediately.

The tall, majestic knights holding the reins of the horses stood aside, and the armor on their bodies reflected the metallic luster.

The shouts became louder and louder, spreading farther and farther.

"Wow, the heaven and earth are vast, the universe is boundless, time flies, the sea changes, and thousands of years are insignificant, but I, the great man, will live forever."

"In the past, when the champion became famous at a young age, he led his army to the Northern Expedition, marched outside the Great Wall, promoted the prestige of the Han Dynasty, declared the king in Yunei, and then sealed the wolf and lived in Xu, and warned God, how great is it!"

"It is a pity that the future generations were unkind, causing the grasslands to fall into the hands of barbarians, the mountains and rivers to be shattered under the iron hoof, and the ruins of Langjuxu Mountain to sink into the vast wind and sand of Mobei. There is no one to worship, and it is sad to mourn."

"It's been two thousand years now!"

"Fortunately, I, the Ming Dynasty Crown Prince, who was young and brave, wise and wise, led the Northern Expedition. I obeyed the people's will and destiny, and followed the situation. I destroyed the remnants of the Manchu Qing Dynasty in Shanxi. I recovered the grassland during the Northern Expedition. I felt it when I reached Langjuxu Mountain, so I set up We worship at the altar to appreciate the achievements of the champion and to highlight the martial arts of the Ming Dynasty..."

"..."

After reciting the sacrificial inscription, Kong Shixi threw the sacrificial inscription in his hand into the brazier in front of him with excitement.

In an instant, flames rose and the sacrificial inscriptions were swallowed up.

Black smoke billowed up, as if God had really received this memorial.

Kong Shixi was so excited that he couldn't control himself and his body was shaking slightly.

Because this is Fenglangjuxu, which is synonymous with the highest military honors in the history of the Han people.

Even if Master Kong is still alive, he will certainly feel honored to be able to host this grand ceremony on behalf of the Southern Sect of the Kong family and the Yan Shenggong Mansion.

With such an honor, Kong Shixi knew that his descendants would definitely be able to enjoy the afterlife.

Taking a deep breath, Kong Shixi forced himself to calm down and shouted loudly.

"Come here, bring tribute!"

After his words fell, the guards around the high platform began to shout together.

"Come here, bring tribute!"

"Come here, bring tribute!"

"..."

With loud shouts, orders were passed from level to level.

Soon, Ming soldiers were seen escorting a group of prisoners forward.

These prisoners were tied with ropes in groups of ten. They staggered as they walked, and from time to time some of them fell to the ground.

But forced by the bayonets of the Ming soldiers in custody, they could only continue to move forward.

Jebtsundamba watched this scene, his movements of turning the beads in his hands obviously sped up, and his breathing became heavier.

Because this time the Ming army escorted three to four thousand prisoners of war.

He couldn't believe it. Is the Ming army planning to kill all three or four thousand people as living sacrifices?

Is this really something that the self-proclaimed civilized Han people can do?
You know, even the Mongols, although they often massacred cities and looted, they never sacrificed thousands of people alive.

Is this thing too cruel?

However, when he tilted his head slightly and saw Zhu Jing'an's expression without emotion, he did not dare to say anything.

I can only chant sutras silently in my heart and pray for these people who are about to die tragically under the butcher knife of the Ming army...

In fact, not only Jebtsundamba, but also Zhangjia Hutuktu and all the Mongolian princes were gasping.

Because they all realized what Zhu Jing'an was planning to do. Zhu Jing'an also felt the stagnation in the surrounding atmosphere.

But he didn't care, because that's what he wanted.

If these Mongolians cannot be made to fear him and the Ming Dynasty from the bottom of their hearts, they will not really surrender to the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Jing'an looked around, smiled, and said.

"Haha, you don't have to be afraid."

"Gu Ye is not a murderous person."

"These prisoners of war are all prisoners of the Horqin tribe."

"The Horqin tribe does not know the fate of the world, still loves the Manchus, and refuses to come to join our alliance with the Ming Dynasty. These prisoners deserve to die."

"In order to avoid waste, I ordered them to be brought as living sacrifices."

Listening to Zhu Jing'an's understatement, the group of people became more and more frightened.

Countless people are grateful for their knowledge.

They believed that if none of them came to Langjuxu Mountain and the Daming Alliance this time, Zhu Jing'an would really be able to sacrifice all the more than 80,000 Mongol prisoners of war.

Soon, the living sacrifice began.

One prisoner after another was pushed to a large pit dug in advance.

Then they were forced to kneel down in a row.

The matter has come to this, although many prisoners of war in the Horqin tribe know that they will die if they resist, and they will die if they don't.

But in front of the Ming army, their legs were so weak that even if they were about to die, they could not muster the strength to resist at all.

After the prisoners of war knelt down, Ming soldiers with guns came behind them.

Accompanied by a harsh copper whistle, the Ming soldiers responsible for the execution pulled the triggers in unison.

As the smoke filled the air, the prisoners of war were all shot in the back of the head. Driven by the kinetic energy carried by the projectiles, their bodies jumped forward.

Then he fell into a big pit!

No more movement.

Immediately, the second batch of prisoners was also brought up.

The executioners also took turns.

Gunshots rang out and the body fell into the pit again.

boom! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

In front of the mountain wall of Langjuxu Mountain, gunshots rang out.

The smell of gunpowder and blood in the air became more and more obvious, and everyone couldn't help but feel awe.

While the festival was going on, a cavalryman came flying from a distance.

The cavalryman ran all the way to the viewing platform where Zhu Jing'an was, and after being inspected, was put up.

He came all the way to Zhu Jing'an and bowed down.

"Your Highness, good news!"

"Brigadier Yang led his troops to successfully capture Irkutsk and actually took control of Lake Baikal!"

"What a great victory!"

When Zhu Jing'an heard this, the original coldness on his face disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a smile from the bottom of his heart.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke.

"Haha, good thing, good thing!"

"Yang Chen did a great job this time, haha, you did a great job, Yang Chen did a great job!"

After Zhu Jing'an learned this good news, his whole mood was inevitably a little excited.

Because he was able to realize the importance of Lake Baikal.

Since Lake Baikal is now controlled by the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty will be able to penetrate into the entire Siberia with Lake Baikal as the center.

Sooner or later, Ming Dynasty will be able to eat the entire Siberia.

Zhu Jing'an had a smile on his face, thought for a while, and then spoke.

"Send someone to report this matter to the court immediately!"

"Let the imperial court be happy too."

After saying this, Zhu Jing'an looked thoughtful again, pondered for a while, and then continued.

"Now that Ming Dynasty has captured Irkutsk and controlled Lake Baikal, it is inappropriate to use the two names of Lucia, Irkutsk and Lake Baikal."

"From today on, Lake Baikal will be renamed Beihai, and Irkutsk will be renamed Beihai City."

"Immediately report this matter to the court and ask His Majesty to order the name to be changed!"

In a sense, changing the names of Lake Baikal and Irkutsk is also a political statement of the Ming Dynasty.

Now that the emperor has issued an imperial edict to change the name, the Ming Dynasty will not easily withdraw its troops from Lake Baikal.

Otherwise, wouldn’t the name change be in vain?

When the ordering soldier heard this, he immediately clasped his fists and left, conveying the order.

Zhu Jing'an withdrew his gaze and continued to pay attention to the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.

Soon, the three to four thousand Horqin prisoners of war were shot to death.

The prisoners of war from other ministries received shovels and were pulled over to fill the big hole.

When the big hole was filled, the festival came to its final moment.

Zhu Jing'an also went forward in person, offered incense, and read the sacrificial inscriptions he had written himself.

Then, raise your wine glass, the first glass to the sky, the second glass to the earth, and the third glass to the ancestors...

……

When the ceremony was over, Zhu Jing'an led people back to his tent.

After returning to the main tent, Zhu Jing'an also began to talk about business.

"This time I am convening princes from various tribes at Langjuxu Mountain to prepare for an alliance. There are several main things that need to be finalized."

"First, from today on, all the grassland tribes will respect the Emperor Ming as the Khan of Heaven, and the Emperor Ming will be the common master of all grassland tribes!"

Zhu Jing'an finally decided to give Lao Zhu the title of Khan, so that Lao Zhu would be happy.

After hearing this, the Mongolian princes were reluctant, but in the end they did not dare to disobey Zhu Jing'an's order and bowed down one after another because of the intimidation the Ming Dynasty had just given them.

"We obey!"

Seeing this, Zhu Jing'an nodded with satisfaction, and then made his second request.

"Secondly, from today onwards, in addition to sending hostages to live in Beijing permanently, princes from all over the grasslands must enter the country to see the emperor every year on important festivals such as Wanshou Festival, Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc. There must be no mistake."

This point belongs to Zhu Jing'an's decisive attack on all the grassland tribes.

How to say, Longevity Festival, Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, these are the four times a year when I come to Beijing to pay homage.

It's easier to say that it's close, it's just a matter of running a few more times and having more troubles on the way.

But for those who are far away, it's a different story.

For example, if you run from Xinjiang to Beijing, even if you run fast, it will take at least a month on the road.

It took two months to go back and forth.

Four times a year, that’s eight months.

And there are only twelve months in a year.

In other words, those Mongolian princes could only stay in their tribes for four months at most a year.

In this case, it will be difficult for them to maintain the stability of their rule, let alone rebel.

(End of this chapter)