The Ming Dynasty had long been short of food. Whether it was planted by the people of the Ming Dynasty themselves or purchased through other small countries, there was no shortage of food.

As the emperor's personal army, the Jinyiwei no longer needs to worry about food.

If you eat well and train well, whether it is a single-on-one fight or a military formation situation, the Jinyiwei will be stronger than the soldiers of other guards.

Compared to the Mughal Royal Court guards who had some difficulty eating, the Jinyiwei was as terrifying as a tiger going down the mountain. The most tricky thing was that no matter how much hatred he was in his heart, no matter how much he wanted to kill these guys, he could not solve the problem with bows and arrows and muskets, and could only rely on manpower to pile them up.

There is no way, Sha Jahan's body is still next to these Jinyiwei. If you want to retake it intact, you will definitely not be able to use bows and arrows and muskets.

It is precisely because of this that these seven Jinyiwei simply guarded next to Sha Jiahan's body and fought to the death with the guards of the royal court.

When the Xiuchun sword was broken, he grabbed a knife and continued to use it. If he was injured, he would pretend that his body was not his own. Even if he could kill another barbarian, it would be good.

However, the Jinyiwei is also a flesh-and-blood body, not a body of a god, nor a machine made of steel. It is slowly causing casualties.

One, two, three, until the sixth lieutenant was stabbed into a hedgehog by a spear, the only remaining Jinyiwei flag roared to the sky.

As if a demon was possessed by a demon, the blood-covered guard of the Jinyiwei was gasping for breath and standing in the middle, while the guards of the Mughal royal court stopped.

He stared at the location of the Mughal princes coldly, and Xiaoqi remembered the problems that Ye Yang had analyzed before, so he turned his eyes to the general translation who was hiding beside the body of Sha Jiahan: "I'll say one sentence, you translate one sentence, after the translation, you commit suicide, so as not to suffer from falling into the hands of the barbarians."

The general translation had calmed down at this time. Although the pungent smell of blood kept rolling in his stomach, the general translation also knew that he would definitely not be able to make it in the hands of the Mughals. It was estimated that the more miserable it would be.

After nodding, the general interpreter said aloud: "Everyone, this person has a few words to say, I hope you can give him a chance!"

Ozeranbu said with a gloomy face: "Tell me, I will give him this opportunity!"

The Jinyiwei Xiaoqi grinned with difficulty and said, "Ozelangbu, our mission has been completed. If you violate the agreement between us, I will not let you go even if you become a ghost!"

After looking at the little flag meaningfully, Tongzhi said: "I'll give me some fun later!"

Seeing that the Jinyiwei Xiaoqi nodded and said, the translator loudly translated Xiaoqi's words and then closed his eyes.

The Jinyiwei Xiaoqi ignored the anger of the hall, but used all his strength to stab the knife in his hand at Tongyi's heart.

"Thanks……"

"Feel sorry!"

The Jinyiwei Xiaoqi could see that the last two words translated were thanks, but after saying apologize, he could not do anything.

Originally, this translation didn't have to die, but Ye Yang temporarily changed his plan, but dragged the young translation to die together.

Seeing that the other royal guards were still hesitating, the Jinyiwei Xiaoqi simply reclaimed the knife that was still stuck on Tongyi's body, and then raised his arm and cut the blade across his neck.

In the entire hall, there was no longer any concern for these Jinyiwei and the translator, as well as the eunuchs who had just died, but instead turned their attention to Ozeranbu.

The first one to attack was Daro Sicho: "Ozerangb, I need an explanation!"

After saying the translation, Ozelamb realized in his heart that it was difficult for him to walk out of the palace alive.

After he had firmly settled himself, Ozerab said: "They are framed! No matter how I am, I can't collude with them to murder my father!"

"So, how did they know your name? They did not call out the name of Daro Sicho, nor did they call out the name of me Shashua, but they called out the name of you Ozeranbu!"

Looking at Shashua tightly, Ozhelang said: "Is it difficult to know the name of the enemy prince? Moreover, shouldn't my father's body be collected first?"

Daro Sicho looked cold and shouted, "Come on, collect the body of the father and take down the traitor Ozerab!"

After all, Daro Sicho was the prince of Mughals. Now Sha Jahan is dead. Daro Sicho is the natural first heir, that is, the next Mughal lord. Many guards in the royal court directly chose to obey the orders.

However, Ozeramb is not a soft persimmon. Ozeramb, who was originally planning to kill Sha Jahan, had already extended his tentacles into the royal court, and a considerable number of the royal guards chose to be loyal to Ozeramb.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became subtle.

The entire royal court guards were unconsciously divided into three groups - the first group began to carry the bodies, the second group directly drew swords and pointed at Ozerab, and the third group protected Ozerab.

As for the ministers in the entire hall, they were divided into two groups at this moment, leaning towards Daro Sicho and Ozerangbu respectively.

Shashua was immediately embarrassed and annoyed - no one leaned against him at all, not one!

Looking at the tension in the hall, whether it was Darro Sicho, Shashua, Ozelangbu, or even all the civil servants and Ming in the hall, their hearts were as bright as a mirror.

If the matter today is not handled properly, the royal court, which has just bleeded, may once again have a bloody conflict, and the entire Mughal will fall into turmoil.

This kind of turmoil occurred earlier, or later, but the problem is not too big. Now this kind of turmoil is going to be dead. The Ming army was parked at the border and even launched an attack in some areas.

But, how to persuade?

Whether from the perspective of the entire country or from the perspective of the royal family, Ozelangbu is suspected of colluding with foreign enemies and assassinating the emperor, and it is also the kind of suspect that he can simply cleanse himself up.

After sighing to the sky, Ozerangbu spoke: "Let me leave here, I will no longer compete with you for the throne, and I am willing to lead troops to deal with those Ming people, how about it?"

Before Daro Sicho could speak, Shashua sneered: "Lead the troops? Who knows if you will bring the army back to the royal court? Just today!"

Ozelangbu said angrily: "I am willing to swear to the True God, and promise not to compete with you for the throne and to focus on leading troops against those Ming people. Isn't that enough?"

Daro Sicho was a little moved.

Although Sha Jahan always believed that Daro Sicho should be more organized than the prince, how many people who have been crowned princes for several years are simple people? Not to mention that Daro Sicho has always been firmly in the position of the prince under Shashua's eye.

After raising his hand to stop Shashua who still wanted to speak, Daro Sicho said: "So, do you want to leave all your wife and children in Agra? Are you willing to surrender now?"

Seeing that Ozelamb frowned a little, Daro Sicho continued: "You should understand that except for this, you have no way to prove your true heart. Even if you swear to the True God, the True God will not believe your vow!"

After turning his eyes to the ministers in the hall, Ozellangbo realized that everyone had lowered his head, and even the guards who had just surrounded him felt hesitant.

Helplessly put down the scimitar in his hand, Ozelamb said: "Okay, I do."

Ozelamb knew in his heart that he had been wronged, but this wrongfulness could not be cleared.

Only now is the only way to temporarily obey Darro Sicho's disposal, and then think of other solutions.

Daro Sicho also performed very well - except for Ozerangbu and the guard leaders who supported him, he did not do anything else to ordinary guards, but only placed them under the guard leaders who were loyal to him.

After Ozerangbu and the escort leaders were escorted, Daro Sicho officially ascended the throne as emperor - no solemn ceremony was held, everything was simple.

Sitting on the throne with a new look, Daro Sicho officially experienced how powerful the power of being the lord of a country was. Even Shashua, who had never been able to deal with him in the past, lowered his always high head.

After coughing, Daro Sicho said with a calm face: "Put the matter of Ozerangb, let it go for the time being, and then discuss how to deal with it later.

The key question now is, what should we do when facing the aggressive Ming emperor? How should we avenge our father's revenge?"

Shashua bowed and said, "What is the revenge of the father? I don't say it at all. Even the so-called Ming envoys, their identities are a big problem - it is actually very simple for Ozerab to forge their identities.

So, these are not two things at all, but one thing.

If these assassins were really sent by the Emperor of Ming Kingdom, then it can be proved that Ozelangbu was wronged; if these assassins were arranged by Ozelangbu, then?"

The following words were not said, but everyone understood what Shashua meant.

If these assassins were really arranged by Ozerab, then the attack of the Ming emperor would become a bullshit thing, or there must be some misunderstandings in it, and it may even be Ozerab's provocation.

After nodding, Daro Sicho said, "So, how should we confirm the identities of these envoys? Should we also send envoys to the Emperor of Ming? Or can we kill their emperors directly like the envoys they sent?"

The Mughal's ruling minister, Mahail, coughed and said, "That's impossible - if these assassins were sent by Ming people, then their emperor would not be unprepared!

If not, we assassinate their emperor, it will really cause a great war between Ming and us."

Daro Sicho's face suddenly turned ugly: "Can you really have to endure this tone? Or do you have to let Ozerab go to the north to mobilize troops back according to the arrangements of his father during his lifetime?"

Mehail bowed and said, "Actually, I can't bear it, but I have to bear it. Even if these assassins were arranged by the Emperor of Ming, I have to bear this tone and pretend that I don't know.

How many soldiers can be mobilized in China now? How many are they really able to fight? How much food and supplies can be mobilized now?

The Taj Mahal, which has not been completed now, occupies too high manpower and material resources, and the entire country is almost unable to hold on.

In this case, we must tolerate it, even if we promised the conditions of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!”

Daro Sicho is not Sha Jahan.

Sha Jahan could let Ozerab go to the north to dispatch troops, but Daro Sicho could not;

Sha Jahan can choose to fight to the end with Ming Kingdom, but Daro Sijo still can't.

This is not a question of whether Daro Sicho has the ability, but that Daro Sicho and Sha Jahan are not comparable at all.

When Sha Jahan was alive, there was no civil strife in the entire Mughals. Even if the national strength was less empty, he could find a way to mobilize the army to fight the Ming people to the death.

With the death of Shah Jahan, the entire Mughal royal court fell into an unstable situation. Shashua surrendered on the surface, and Ozerab was imprisoned. If the problems between the three brothers were not solved, Mughal himself might become in chaos, let alone fighting with the Ming Dynasty.

So, no matter how hard you can tolerate it, you actually have to endure it, because there is no other way to go at the moment.

Daro Sicho obviously thought of this too - but it was understandable, but it was difficult to accept.

After a while of silence, Daro Sicho spoke: "Mahail stays, let the rest go first."

After the hall was empty, Daro Sicho shouted like a wounded beast: "I can bear it! But what should Shashua and Ozerab do? Can they bear it? And how can they explain to the people the death of their father?"

Mehil bowed and said, "Shashua, it doesn't matter. He doesn't have enough strength to resist your rule now, so he doesn't need to care about him.

And what would happen if Ozhelangbu really led his troops to fight against the Ming emperor's army?"

Without waiting for Daro Sidjo to answer, Mehail continued: “If he loses, the consequences will be unbearable to the entire Mughal;

If he wins, he will accumulate great prestige in the army. When he raises his arms and shouts, what kind of situation will happen?

Since you can't win or lose, then don't fight, even if you agree to the request of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, even if you cede all the land - anyway, those lands were not ours.

Shashua can ignore it, Ozhelangbu must die, and you must endure it too!
Chapter completed!