The most reckless man in the Ming Dynasty.

Chapter 412 Good news arrives in Beijing!

The Palace of Heavenly Purity, the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Houzhao was listening to the report from the factory guards.

"In other words, Xu Mengchun and others have been isolated by the ministers?"

"Your Majesty, that's exactly what happened!" Mou Bin said in a deep voice, "And according to our investigation, the Huizhou merchants were behind the theft of the granary. The young master of the Huizhou merchants, Hu Wenchang, has been closely monitored by the Jinyiwei!"

"Oh, a clown!" Zhu Houzhao sneered and no longer paid attention to the matter.

The reason why he had to use the last trump card in the mouths of the wild men and directly shut down the Ming Dynasty was to use the power of the court to put pressure on the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River and to show his attitude and determination as the Zhengde Emperor.

I will never bow to the gentry!

Either you return the food or you can't live like this anymore!

Anyway, when the Ming Dynasty is over, you will be finished with it!
"How's the food tracing going?"

"Lord Yang and His Royal Highness Prince Xing have sent news that they have found clues to the grain transportation. The stolen grain will be found within ten days, provided that these people do not take any further actions!"

In other words, if the gentry in Jiangnan still refuses to give in and continues to transfer grain secretly, it will not be easy for Yang Tinghe and Zhu Youluo to trace the stolen grain!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly turned gloomy.

To be honest, he didn't dare to gamble on the bottom line of these Jiangnan gentry.

After all, the disaster situation in the three northern Xinjiang provinces is extremely serious, and a large number of victims and refugees are starving to death every day. We can no longer delay!
"Has Qiu Yue arrived in Jiangnan?"

"Send a message to him. No matter what the cost, even if it means slaughtering the entire Jiangnan region, we must first send a batch of food to the disaster area!"

Mou Bin's expression became serious and he immediately took the order and left.

Zhu Houzhao pinched his brows in distress, then slammed his fist on the table.

"Damn Jiangnan gentry!"

"When the savages come back, I will slaughter you with blood!"

Without the main army, Zhu Houzhao was indeed a little cautious. After all, the power of the gentry in Jiangnan was too large, and Zhu Houzhao was worried that any rash action would lead to the collapse of the situation.

The main reason was that he felt insecure without Tang Hao by his side.

"Zhang Yong, has Lord Tang sent any military intelligence?"

"Your Majesty, not yet!"

Zhu Houzhao frowned when he heard this. It had been exactly ten days since the barbarians last reported military intelligence.

In the last military intelligence report, the barbarian claimed that he wanted to achieve his goal in one battle. Not only would he recover Hetao, but he would also directly defeat the Mongolian forces and ensure peace on the Ming border for twenty years.

But he is a little Mongolian prince after all!
The little Mongolian prince who defeated the Hongzhi dynasty!
The tribe's cavalry has at least a hundred thousand men!
The savages are undoubtedly taking a risk by doing this, and it is a life-and-death risk!
Defeated?
But no matter how badly the defeat was, there would be no news at all.

The only possibility is that the war is still going on!
At most, the barbarians have only 30,000 troops under their command, while the Mongolian prince on the left has at least 100,000 troops, not to mention the rubbish on the right wing. From this perspective, the barbarians do not stand much chance of winning!

But for some reason, Zhu Houzhao was full of confidence in this battle. Even though he knew it was impossible, he was still full of hope.

After all, the Ming Dynasty needed such a victory very much.

The last great victory was called a great victory, but Zhu Houzhao knew that it was full of water.

These guys from An Guo were warmongers, exchanging firearms for the heads of the Tartars, so it can't be considered a great victory.

Since the Battle of Tumu, the Ming Dynasty has been fighting against the Tartars. Let alone tens of thousands of people, killing a hundred Tartars was considered an amazing military achievement.

When Wang Yue won the great victory in the Helan Mountains, the actual result was only 42 beheadings, but this already made the gentry advocate a peaceful and prosperous era!
This is fucking sad and ridiculous.

Zhu Houzhao stood up and looked at the Hetao geomancy map, his eyes seemed to want to see through the blockade of time and space, and watch this battle that would determine the fate of the Ming Dynasty. "Victory!"

"Eight hundred miles urgent!"

"Zhongshan Hou wins!"

The night was silent until several riders came galloping in, announcing victory!
The commotion started from the gate of the capital city and immediately spread throughout the capital city!
Deafening cheers echoed through the night, waking up even the people who were sleeping soundly!
"What happened? Why is there so much noise outside?"

The sound reached the Qianqing Palace, and Zhu Houzhao's heart tightened immediately!
Zhang Yong tactfully went out to check, then rushed in crawling, with tears in his eyes.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, great victory! Great victory!"

Not long after, the voice that was so loud that it broke into pieces was clearly heard in the Qianqing Palace!
"Zhongshan Hou will decide the outcome of this battle!"

"Captured the Mongolian prince alive, and killed more than 50,000 Tartars in battle!"

"From today on, Mongolia will pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty and become a vassal tribe of the Ming Dynasty!"

Instantly, the entire hall was in uproar!
Even the palace maids and guards were so happy that they cried and couldn't help but cover their mouths with tears.

Zhu Houzhao, who was sitting on the dragon throne, also stood up suddenly, walked down quickly, and went straight out of the hall.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, great victory! Great victory!"

Zhang Yong shouted loudly, and finally fell to his knees on the ground because he ran too fast. If it were an ordinary day, he would have been punished for misbehaving in the palace, but now, Zhu Houzhao had no time to think about these things.

Capture the little Mongolian prince alive!
Mongolia was defeated in one battle!

This is my savage!
This is the Marquis of Zhongshan of the Ming Dynasty!
"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhu Houzhao was also so excited that his face flushed. He didn't even know where to put his hands. He walked back and forth for a few steps, and then seemed to remember something. He immediately said, "Where is the messenger who reported the victory? Quick, let him come to the palace and talk to me. Go!"

"Your Majesty, the messenger has been arranged outside the palace!"

"What are you waiting for? Pass it, pass it!"

Tap tap tap... Soon, accompanied by a burst of powerful footsteps, several bloody figures appeared in Zhu Houzhao's sight.

"I am Wang Erhu, the Lieutenant General of the Xianzhen Camp Cavalry, and I kowtow to Your Majesty!"

"Erhu, it's you. I saw you training before!"

Seeing Erhu kneeling down, Zhu Houzhao no longer cared about the majesty of the emperor. He walked forward with a loud laugh and personally helped Wang Erhu up.

However, he had a lot of questions to ask, but after seeing Erhu and the soldiers behind him covered in blood and scars, he couldn't help but hold them back.

Just by looking at the glaring sword marks on the armor, you can clearly see how brutal the battle was!
"Is Lord Tang all right?"

"My Lord, you are well!"

Zhu Houzhao was relieved, but he asked again: "How many casualties did the soldiers suffer?"

Wang Erhu looked gloomy and sad.

"Of the 30,000 comrades, 16,427 died in battle, all of them were wounded, without exception!"

Of the thirty thousand comrades, half died in battle, and all of them were injured, without exception!

Most of the joy in Zhu Houzhao's heart was instantly dissipated!

What a desperate war this is!

It was these soldiers who were not afraid of life and death that brought such a resounding victory to the Ming Dynasty!
(End of this chapter)