The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Zhu Houzhao Yanda Khan sneered: "Since I was not born, you will be a champion to my Daming, so as to gain the support of my Daming, and defeat the warriors in the desert, unifying the desert ... After that, you will repeatedly Invading Daming's border town, peace and war can be described as racking his brain ... "

"The Valai people created the change of the earthen castle, but in my eyes, there is no difference between the Valai and Tatar. From what I can remember, I know that one day, you and I ... will be hunting for So, because ... Everyone said to me since childhood, I am a man who inherits the fate of heaven, and is a future son of heaven, but in my opinion, if it is only inherited by blood, what is the son of heaven, the son of heaven, Should be on the horse to kill the thief chief, go to the sea to capture the dragon, Daming, the external aggression, take your jinzi Batumengke as the most. In the past ten years, I have studied your Tatar warfare countless times, time and time Your boy ’s habit of Batumengke, even if it ’s your Tatar way of life, your diet, I will keep trying, you fell into my hands today, I ’m not wronged, I ’m here today In front of me, I practiced riding and shooting countless times, learning your Tatar language, drinking your horse milk, and getting blood and sweat for countless times. "

The boy's hair was only raised by Batumengk sweat.

In this world, I really should say a word, not afraid of thieves stealing, afraid of thieves thinking.

Buoer Jinjin Batumengke couldn't help but sneered: "You Han people said that if you become a king and defeat a king, I will be defeated now, without complaint or regret!"

Zhu Houzhao smiled: "I know you will say this, I know you too well. You claim to be the blood of the Golden Family and claim to be the emperor of the Great Yuan, but today, I will tell you what you call the Great Yuan, It died a hundred years ago, and today, it will die again. You will never have the hope of resurgence! "

On the face of the boy, only Batumengke passed a trace of pain and complexity.

He took a deep breath and decided to accept the reality. He knelt down towards Zhu Houzhao and knocked his head: "I would like to include Daming, and from then on, work for the Han."

The Tatars have always been like this. At the end of their desperation, they asked for enclosing, and often the court would seal his official post in order to restrain him.

Daming's policy in the desert has always been the case.

It is not the kindness of women.

But everyone knows that Daming ca n’t control the desert at all. If a group of people are killed, a new leader will rise from the desert, and a tribe will be destroyed. There will also be new tribes, which will become a serious problem in Guanguan.

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

"What?" Baoer only stunned Batumenko.

Zhu Houzhao shouted: "You are not qualified to enclose, Daming, and you don't need to control the desert. This is different now, I came to the desert, just to ..."

The long knife came out of the sheath, but at this moment, the tip of the knife flashed a sharp edge, and then the sharp edge passed the silver light. This sharp edge, like lightning, pierced into the throat of Peng Batumengke fiercely.

It seems that Baermeng Batumengke still cannot believe that he will die here today.

He felt the blade pierce his throat and smell the death.

The severe pain made him cramped, and his subconscious hands were raised, clutching the blade sharply, blood on his palm.

Zhu Houzhao's blade was twisted in his throat bones, and at the same time, blood mist spewed out, and the blood flowed like a spring.

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "You remember me, my name is Zhu Hou Zhao!"

Immediately, the knife was drawn, and the blood arrow was sprayed on Zhu Houzhao's trousers. Zhu Houzhao raised the knife, ignoring the **** who fell in the pool of blood, only Jimmy Batumengke, turned his head, and saw countless Tatars staring at themselves in terror .

call……

Finally ... get what you want!

Zhu Hou raised his eyebrows and couldn't hide his joy. He said to the left and right: "Cut off his rank, sprinkle lime, take his hand, and invite the British public to sacrifice to the heavens, to comfort the ancestors and heroes!"

With that, the long knife backed into the sheath and took a few steps. The Tatars were all trembling and shaking.

They were terrified and desperate in their hearts.

The golden bloodline has since been cut off.

And they are just a group of poor prisoners.

People are afraid of death, especially when they meet stronger people than them.

Zhu Houzhao had jumped, turned his horse, and said sharply, "All the Tatars, their swords and cows and horses, took them away, searched out their dry food and horse materials, and then ... let them go!"

Just ... let them go.

The Tatar people looked at Zhu Houzhao in disbelief.

Zhu Houzhao rode on the horse, and the Tatar people looked at Juvenile Lang in fear.

Zhu Houzhao brought them fear.

The cavalrymen have begun to take action, led the horses and horses, and even too lazy to search the bodies of these Tatars, let them hand over weapons and dry food.

As for what they will do and what they will do in the future, obviously ... this is their business.

Zhu Houzhao turned around and suddenly remembered something.

After getting off the horse, Liu Jin came to him: "Liu Banban, this palace killed seven more today, plus this boy, only Batumengke, there are eight. Now, how many tars have been killed in this palace Son. "

Liu Jin was eating jerky and smiling all over his face. He was about to answer, and suddenly the smile on his face gradually disappeared ...

Later, Liu Jin's face, from stiffness, began to look like a mourning test, and the dried meat in his mouth also spit out, but it was silent.

"Maybe ... maybe ..."

On Zhu Houzhao's face, anger began to rise.

"you forgot?"

"Slave slave ... slave slave ..."

"You just eat and eat!" Zhu Houzhao was furious.

These numbers, he still has to go back to Guanguan to go around and preach, this cow, he can blow a lifetime, especially in front of that guy Fang Jifan ...

But now ... this man ... forgot.

Zhu Houzhao was a little ignorant.

This way, ransacked countless tribes, burned all the way, too many figures, he was in a chaos in his mind, he could not remember it long ago, I thought, anyway, Liu Jin remembered. but……

Zhu Houzhao was furious and rushed forward.

Liu Jin fled unconsciously and was chased by Zhu Houzhao before he was chased. Liu Jin said with a frown: "His Royal Highness, you listen to the slave-servant explain ..."

Zhu Houzhao was furious and pressed Liu Jin on the ground, he was beaten hard: "Let you eat, let you remember to eat! You pet, such a trivial matter, can't do well, what do you want, think of it No, remembered no ... "

Liu Jin was beaten to nothing, and choked with sobs: "Slave slaves die forever."

Zhu Hou stood up angrily, and couldn't help but kick him: "Useless things, sooner or later sell you to the country of Java."

He scolded and turned away.

Liu Jin patted his buttocks, his nose and face swollen.

However, it was only his wailing that was pretended. His Royal Highness was on the head, and he could only pass it if he let his hatred out.

This beating is nothing.

Liu Jin is already used to it.

Isn't it just beating?

At Poyang Lake, were those thieves beaten like sandbags?

Trivial.

He touched his swollen cheekbones and felt a little pain. Then he drew out the dried meat and chewed it in his mouth. It was like no one else. He took up his iron pan and baggage.

A group of Tatars was so easily released by Zhu Houzhao.

The Tatars hardly looked back, and went to see the bones of Bengmen Batumenko.

He is dead, and in the desert, a new owner may appear, but the Buoerjinjin Batumengke is a thing of the past, the Tatars are people who only look forward, because if they do n’t move forward See, this harsh desert environment cannot make them survive.

They looked at Zhu Houzhao in awe, and Zhu Houzhao rode on the horse in a fiery manner, making them afraid that this terrible killing **** would change their mind.

Zhu Houzhao didn't care.

The more people there are on the grassland, the less food there is, and under the circumstances of this group of dragons, what can be produced is almost imaginable.

After Biaomeng Batumengke, in this desert, there is no more Bengmeng Batumengke!

He dialed the horse: "Look again, there are no Tatar tribes nearby!"

"Observe!"

The crowd responded hurriedly.

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Fang Jifanwei followed the British public teacher Zhang Mao's class and felt lazy.

This is not Fang Jifan's laziness, but Fang Jifan is for the country ~ www.readwn.com ~ Knowing that he lacks the ability to communicate with others, he actively abdicates to let the virtuous.

I have enough children and grandchildren. In this desert, I still have a grandson to worry about. I do n’t know if the grandson is dead.

I hope he is still alive, and still has the strength to do a pot of hot pot. Only then, Xiao Zhu Xiucai, if he wants to come, can be safe and sound.

Thinking of Xiao Zhu Xiucai, Fang Jifan felt a little pain in his heart. Poor child, just goofing around in Jingli. This went to Guanwai, but it wasn't where he was going around.

As for the capital.

Someone had entered Beijing early to report the news, so Ouyang Zhi was ordered by the Son of Heaven to wait here early.

Seeing the mighty army coming, the British public Zhang Mao's arm was wrapped like a pig's elbow, hanging on his chest, but Fang Jifan had complete limbs and a spirited horse.

When Ouyang Zhi saw it, his eyes turned red. He first stepped forward to salute the British public Zhang Mao, then came to Fang Jifan, fell down, knelt under the horse of Fang Jifan, and shed tears: "The student has seen the teacher The students are far away from the Beijing teacher, and they are very concerned about it. Today, the teacher returned safely and made great achievements. The teacher taught by example, and the students admired him. "

Fang Jifan saw that he was crying, and his heart softened. Ouyang Zhi deserved to be the softest piece in his heart. All the disciples were not enough to give him shoes.

Fang Jifan dismounted and arrived in front of Ouyang Zhi, helping him up: "The most important thing for the teacher has always been you. Today I met you to greet the teacher. I am happy for the teacher. Tell you a little secret. It was Liu Wenshan who greeted teachers and students, not you. "

far away……

There was a man named Liu Wenshan, standing stupidly, a little ignorant.

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