Chapter 190: Sealing Seal Langjuxu! Yuan Emperor: Capture Zhu Ying for Us!

Following Zhu Ying's order!

This bloody scene of slaughter unfolded before the eyes of the Great Ming soldiers like a demon released from its cage—tragic and ferocious.

The north wind was biting, sweeping across this grassland like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves; blood was spilled, and countless lives were extinguished.

The Great Ming soldiers were all iron-blooded warriors who had followed Zhu Ying through countless battles, emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Faced with such a bloody scene, there was not a ripple in their eyes, and the long blades in their hands ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Tatar men taller than the cart wheel.

In just a short moment, this Northern Yuan tribe that Zhu Ying had trampled had become a living hell.

Thousands more heads fell, blood flowed in streams, gathering into rivers, winding and spreading toward the distance, staining the surrounding land a shocking crimson. The stench of blood rushed straight to the heavens, making one feel nauseated.

This scene was naturally extremely cruel and bloody!

The Northern Yuan women kneeling on the ground all turned pale, but their eyes burned with the fire of hatred, staring fixedly at the Ming army, a look as if they wanted to swallow them alive.

The young children beside them had their small faces flushed red with fear and anger, also glaring with their mothers, their small bodies trembling slightly with excitement, wishing they could rush up immediately and fight the Ming army to the death.

However!

These Tatar children were all held tightly by the adults beside them, held in the arms of their mothers with trembling yet powerful hands.

In this instant.

The seeds of hatred were deeply buried in these young hearts; perhaps this hatred would grow wildly like weeds and continue through the years.

This, perhaps, is the enmity between nations, difficult to smooth over.

The slaughter they aimed at the Han Central Plains in the past, now that the positions of attacker and defender have changed, is all like this.

Hatred comes from this.

But Zhu Ying didn't care about this at all; the Han family of today would not take it to heart either.

Throughout history, countless wars and countless painful experiences of foreign invasions have all confirmed the same truth: mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

If the positions of attacker and defender were swapped at this moment, and these Northern Yuan people invaded the cities and villages of the Han family, their methods would definitely be a hundred or a thousand times more cruel than Great Ming's.

At that time.

They would not follow any rule of "beheading those taller than a cart wheel," but would slaughter all men, regardless of age or gender.

Even.

Women would suffer their rape, and their dignity would be ruthlessly trampled.

This is the battlefield, a battlefield cruel enough to make one despair. In this slaughterhouse, there is no room for half a bit of mercy.

"General!"

Chen Heng spurred his horse and galloped to Zhu Ying's front. He pulled the reins, bowed respectfully with cupped fists, and reported loudly: "All men taller than the cart wheel have been killed!"

Zhu Ying nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping coldly over the bloody scene in the surroundings, then looked at Chen Heng and asked: "Have the food supplies been taken?"

"Everything easy to carry has been loaded onto carts and taken away."

Chen Heng's mouth curled into a cold smile, his tone carrying ruthlessness: "Laxatives have also been put into the water sources of this tribe, ensuring that after they drink it, they will vomit and have diarrhea, suffering heavy losses!"

Hearing this.

"In that case, continue north!" Zhu Ying did not hesitate, waved his hand, and issued the order.

"General!"

Zhang Wu brought a bit of seriousness, hurried over on horseback, and said with a worried expression: "Along this way, we haven't encountered many Yuan troops. Where exactly have they shrunk back to? Will they set up an ambush along our route?"

Zhu Ying heard this, his mouth curling slightly upward, revealing a look of disdain: "Our army is all cavalry, without a single infantryman."

"This grassland and desert are vast and boundless; if they want to set an ambush, I wish for it!"

Of course.

Zhu Ying knew clearly that although the field of vision on the ground was limited, in reality, high in the sky, he had a pair of invisible eyes—the golden eagle.

It constantly scanned the area around the marching route.

Any movement could not escape the golden eagle's eyes. As long as the Yuan army moved troops to set an ambush, Zhu Ying could rely on the golden eagle, like looking down at a chess game from high altitude, and see their march clearly.

On the battlefield of this cold weapon era, the golden eagle was undoubtedly a cheat tool in his hands, making the enemy's ambush attempt a joke.

"Go!"

Zhu Ying gave a sudden, loud shout, squeezed the horse's belly hard with his legs, and Wufeng let out a long neigh, raised its front hooves, and then bolted toward the north like an arrow released from a bowstring.

"Follow the General!"

The generals shouted in unison, the sound echoing through the heavens, reverberating for a long time on this northern frontier grassland.

Under the leadership of the generals, the army was like a steel dragon, trampling the northern frontier grassland, the sound of horse hooves like thunder, imposing and fierce, carrying endless killing intent, continuing to kill toward the north.

Now!

Nearly a month had passed since the Yuan capital was broken.

Zhu Ying led fifty thousand cavalry, marching north all the way, showing the attacking power of the cavalry to the fullest.

Whenever they encountered a Northern Yuan tribe, they would slaughter them without mercy. However, they also followed the rules of the grassland tribes, beheading all men taller than the cart wheel.

During this month, the Northern Yuan tribes trampled by Zhu Ying's army were at least seventy, if not a hundred.

Wherever they went, it was a scene of blood and rain, killing countless enemies.

In this northern frontier land, it was very different from the Central Plains; there was no clear distinction between soldiers and civilians here.

The men on the grassland were all soldiers; once they picked up weapons, they could charge into battle. Precisely because of this, there was the rule of "beheading all those taller than a cart wheel."

At this moment!

Zhu Ying's army had already penetrated deep into the Northern Yuan hinterland, completely losing contact with the main army, and news could not be transmitted out.

This northern frontier land was too vast and boundless; if it were an ordinary general, they would probably have lost their way long ago, like being in a vast sea, not knowing north from south, let alone where they were.

But for Zhu Ying, this was not a difficult task.

Besides the golden eagle, the "cheat tool" for scouting enemy situations, which allowed him to avoid the Yuan army's ambushes, there was another key item: the compass.

This small object played a crucial role in this desert, steadily pointing out the east, west, south, and north, allowing Zhu Ying to always determine the direction in the vast desert and boundless grassland, so as not to get lost in this vast and boundless land.

The Northern Yuan royal court was only a few miles away from Seal Langjuxu Mountain; to be precise, the royal court was located in this area surrounded by mountains.

Behind the royal court, a mountain towering into the clouds, like a sleeping giant beast, stood on the northern frontier desert—it was the famous Seal Langjuxu Mountain.

"Your Majesty!"

Shilie Men looked solemn, came to the center of the camp, knelt on one knee, his voice carrying anxiety and worry: "The Ming army has no intention of letting us go at all."

"Now, they have already killed their way into our Great Yuan's northern frontier, crazily slaughtering our clansmen."

"According to reports, nearly a hundred tribes have suffered at the hands of the Ming army, and our Great Yuan has suffered heavy losses!"

Hearing this.

"The Ming army, they are simply like ghosts that won't go away!"

The Yuan Emperor slapped the table and stood up, his face full of anger, but his eyes faintly revealed fear: "We have already been forced to our ancestral land by them, what else do they want?"

"Do they really want to kill us all and take Our life?"

The current Yuan Emperor no longer had the high spirits from the beginning of the Great Ming northern expedition.

At that time, he still fantasized about annihilating the Ming army in one fell swoop, but now, the successive disastrous defeats had made him like a stray dog, with only fear and despair left in his heart.

"Your Majesty, the Ming country's heart to destroy our Great Yuan is clearly revealed."

Shilie Men raised his head slightly, his gaze analyzing seriously: "Now the Ming army has sent all its cavalry deep into our Great Yuan, clearly wanting to rely on the power of the cavalry to destroy our Great Yuan in one fell swoop."

"For the current plan, the only way is to completely break up the tribes and let each tribe continue to migrate to hidden places, so as to avoid the Ming army's edge."

"At the same time, Your Majesty also needs to issue a decree, ordering each tribe leader to prepare to fight the Ming army."

Regarding this.

"Not only must each tribe migrate, but We must also continue to move north." The Yuan Emperor's face was full of heaviness, his eyes full of panic: "The secret report says that the Ming army's god of slaughter, Zhu Ying, has his target set on Seal Langjuxu Mountain, and Us."

"If We don't move north, the consequences will be unimaginable. Our Great Yuan's iron cavalry is simply no match for him!"

Just as the Yuan Emperor's voice fell.

"Your Majesty, the secret report has already reported in detail that the Ming army's target is indeed Your Majesty and Seal Langjuxu Mountain."

At this time, Gui Gui Lichi's son Ma Ma Erke Er stood out, his expression cold and stern, his tone carrying a ruthless energy: "Those Han people boast that sealing Seal Langjuxu is the highest glory for a military general."

"Now that we know the Ming army's purpose and troop strength, wanting to deal with them is not a difficult task."

"My beloved subject, what good strategy do you have?"

The Yuan Emperor looked at Ma Ma Erke Er, his expression carrying a trace of anticipation and a bit of hesitation.

Since withdrawing from the Yuan capital, the strength in the Yuan Emperor's hands had dropped significantly.

And Ma Ma Erke Er, as the leader of the largest tribe in Northern Yuan, had an increasingly important status.

Now, in the court, Man Zi was dead, and few could compete with Ma Ma Erke Er.

Even Prime Minister Shilie Men, as a civil official, could not reach him in front of Ma Ma Erke Er, who held real power.

Therefore, regarding Ma Ma Erke Er's proposal, even if the Yuan Emperor was unwilling in his heart, he had to attach importance to it.

"This time, the Ming country not only revealed the troop strength in detail but even leaked the purpose to our Great Yuan."

"There must be something tricky in this; it must be that there are people in the Ming country who don't want this Ming army that has penetrated deep into our Great Yuan to go back alive."

Ma Ma Erke Er sneered, his eyes carrying deep thought, as if he already had a meticulous plan: "Since this is the case, what is there for our Great Yuan to fear?"

"My beloved subject, do you want to fight the Ming army?" The Yuan Emperor's face changed drastically, asking in a panic.

"The secret report stated the Ming army's troop strength clearly."

Ma Ma Erke Er raised his head, his gaze burning, and said loudly: "One hundred thousand cavalry gathered together, and they even split into two routes."

"That is to say, each Ming army has only fifty thousand troops, and they have traveled a long distance and are already exhausted."

"And Your Majesty still has one hundred thousand troops by your side, plus the nearly two hundred thousand troops gathered after the northern retreat; our Great Yuan's troop strength is strong."

"Waiting at ease for the exhausted, are we still afraid of them?"

Regarding this.

"But... but... my beloved subject, do you really have the certainty to deal with the Ming army?"

The Yuan Emperor was still hesitant, his voice carrying a trace of trembling.

He was truly beaten by the Ming army, especially by Zhu Ying; those painful failure experiences were like nightmares lingering in his heart, unable to be dispelled.

Ma Ma Erke Er stepped forward, knelt down suddenly, cupped his fists with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty!"

This sound echoed through the entire court camp like a great bell, making all the Northern Yuan officials who were listless and full of worry wake up instantly, looking at him in astonishment.

The Yuan Emperor was also startled by this sudden shout, his body trembling slightly.

"My father died at the hands of that Zhu Ying, and Your Majesty's son also lost his life at the hands of this person."

Ma Ma Erke Er was full of grief and indignation, his eyes flashing with hatred: "Countless loyal and brave sons of our Great Yuan have all fallen under his blade."

"In the past city defense battles, our Great Yuan sons might not have been good at it."

"But now, the Ming army has penetrated deep into our Great Yuan hinterland. If our Great Yuan continues to avoid fighting and retreat, it will surely become a laughingstock of the world."

"Your Majesty, do you want to see our Great Yuan sons be ridiculed by the world?"

"Do you not want to avenge this murder of your son?"

At this moment, Ma Ma Erke Er was perhaps truly blinded by hatred, focused solely on avenging his father and washing away the shame of his Great Yuan.

Hearing Ma Ma Erke Er's impassioned words, the Yuan Emperor's face became extremely complex, with anger, unwillingness, and a trace of wavering.

At this time, in the court, many officials stood out one after another.

"The General's words are very true, this subject agrees!"

"I also ask Your Majesty to annihilate this invading Ming army for the sake of Great Yuan!"

"A mere fifty thousand Ming army, what is there for our Great Yuan to fear?"

"That's right, even if we use the lives of our sons to fight, we must annihilate them all!"

"This time Your Majesty has one hundred thousand troops by your side, plus the troops mobilized from each tribe, we can definitely gather thirty thousand troops."

"At that time, setting up a net in the royal court, we can definitely kill this Ming army!"

"This subject agrees!"

"Although we have lost the Central Plains territory, as long as this battle can annihilate the invading Ming army and severely damage the Ming country's cavalry, our Great Yuan will definitely be able to make a comeback in the future!"

In the court, that is, in this royal court camp, more than a dozen court officials stood out one after another, echoing Ma Ma Erke Er.

Clearly, Ma Ma Erke Er's words were extremely inflammatory and moved many people.

Of course.

Among them, many people had the same thoughts as him, wanting to use this opportunity to plot something.

Seeing that most of the court officials agreed to fight, the Yuan Emperor struggled very much in his heart.

Although it sounded like the chance of winning was high, the fear in his heart followed him like a shadow.

He knew deeply that if he was really broken by the Ming army, especially by Zhu Ying, then he would truly have nowhere to escape and no place to stay.

"Since all my beloved subjects have said so,"

The Yuan Emperor gritted his teeth, his expression solemn: "Then We should naturally follow the wishes of all my beloved subjects."

"This Ming army must be annihilated!"

"The head of the Ming general Zhu Ying must be taken! We want to use his blood to sacrifice to those sons slaughtered by the Ming army!"

The moment the Yuan Emperor's voice fell, a trace of joy that was hard to detect flashed in Ma Ma Erke Er's eyes, and then he knelt down immediately, bowing respectfully: "Your Majesty is wise!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" All the officials saw this and knelt down to shout, the sound echoing in the camp.

"However!"

The Yuan Emperor frowned slightly, a trace of caution flashing in his eyes: "For the sake of caution, the royal court will become a battlefield, used to attract the Ming army."

"After setting an ambush with this, We will take the officials to Buyuer Sea to avoid it, and return to the royal court after the great battle ends."

"What do you think, my beloved subjects?"

Although it was a questioning tone, everyone could hear that the Yuan Emperor had made up his mind. No matter what, he did not want to put himself in danger. Even if the chance of winning was high, the past failure experiences made him extra cautious.

"May I ask Your Majesty." Ma Ma Erke Er asked immediately, revealing concern: "If Your Majesty moves the carriage, who will command the one hundred thousand royal court troops?"

The Yuan Emperor swept his gaze slowly around the court, and finally landed on a military official.

"Dali Ma!" The Yuan Emperor shouted.

"This subject is here!"

This Yuan general stood out immediately, wearing fur, very burly. In Northern Yuan, his status was respected, and he had the status of a Prince, with the title Prince Dai.

"We hand over sixty thousand royal court troops to you, to cooperate with Ma Ma Erke Er to annihilate the invading Ming army. Are you willing?"

The Yuan Emperor's expression was solemn, his tone carrying a trace of anticipation.

"This subject, swears to serve to the death!"

Prince Dai Dali Ma did not hesitate, his voice firm.

As a member of the Kublai Khan Imperial family, he naturally understood the Yuan Emperor's thoughts.

If all military power were handed over, the power of the tribe leaders would surely expand further, which was definitely not what the Yuan Emperor wanted.

The current Yuan Emperor already had his strength greatly reduced, and after this Great Ming northern expedition, he was even more severely injured.

Seeing Dali Ma agree, the Yuan Emperor also revealed a satisfied look.

"Ma Ma Erke Er!" The Yuan Emperor looked at Ma Ma Erke Er and said in a deep voice: "Since you are single-mindedly wanting to avenge your father in this battle, We will fulfill your wish."

"In this battle, you have full command, and the power to mobilize other tribe leaders is also handed to you."

"We, only want the victory!"

"Be sure to bring Zhu Ying's head to Us, it is best to capture him alive; We don't want him to die too painlessly!"

Ma Ma Erke Er was excited, knelt down again, and kowtowed heavily: "This subject obeys the decree!"

"Alright, my beloved subjects."

The Yuan Emperor waved his hand: "This time it is decided like this. We will immediately lead the officials to move to Buyuer Sea."

After saying this.

The Yuan Emperor couldn't wait to turn around and prepare to leave the camp, as if he didn't want to stay here for even a moment longer.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 191 =====