Road (fourth)

The bad news did not make Ashikaga Yoshima wait for long. Soon the envoys he sent returned the notice that the Ming Dynasty was preparing to withdraw its troops. At the same time, the messenger also told him that the Ming Dynasty was preparing to sign him as the king of Japan and gave him a seal.

Ashikaga Yoshiman is not a fool. Although he used the king to command the princes to be the princes, with Emperor Komatsu, he had the sign of ordering daimyos from all over the world. Now Zhu Yuanzhang has made his intention to rule Japan clear, which is equivalent to directly putting him on the crater. If you are willing to not accept it, look at the face of the Ming envoy Zhu Jiangyan, who smiled but didn't smile, the fool knew what the consequences of not accepting it. After weighing the pros and cons, Yoshiman sent monks to the palace to explain it clearly to Emperor Komatsu, and then gathered his subordinates to show that all this was due to the misunderstanding of the Ming emperor. Then he chose the location to receive the Ming envoy - Hyogo Prefecture (Kobe).

Unlike the embarrassment of Japanese general Ashikaga Yoshiman, the envoy of Timur, the regent of the Western Chagatai Khanate, was overjoyed. The emperor of the Ming Empire not only agreed to Timur's request to increase the supply of arms, but also gave Timur a formal title, Shahib-Kiran.

"In order to conquer, no matter what price he pays personally, he will sacrifice for the public's interests." The heroic epic written by killing, betrayal and lies adds a solemn mark here. Shahib-Giran, the Lord of the Stars, God knows how many Mongolian kings Timur has solemnly asked for the legitimate name of this title, but no one cares about this descendant of the Turks. Although the singers in the Hezhong region repeatedly swear to prove how pure the blood of Genghis Khan inherited by Timur, in the eyes of the Mongols, he is a cripple who ruled the Hezhong region but had to establish a fool named Habil Sha as the king. Only in this way can he be recognized by the Yeriya Sihuo (the Mongols in the Ili region). What is superior to Ashikaga Yoshiman is that Timur can execute the Khan who he once swore to be loyal to at any time, as long as he feels it is necessary to do so.

In the chaotic Hezhong area, betrayal and cruelty are the premise of success. Timur, born in the Turkic noble family, is a testimony to this truth. His experience is enough to write a separate biography, and it is difficult for anyone to evaluate his actions. Because every time he surrenders to the enemy, betrays allies, kills the enemies from behind, and hugs and kills allies from the front, he can find the relevant call of Allah in the Quran. Under the call of "holy war", he "cut off trees, kills the vegetable garden, lets the precious trickle of water flow into the swamp land, and the cultivated land becomes a desert" and enjoys it. After successively executing the former enemies and their former allies "mist-killed" by their stubborn personal soldiers, Timur established his unique position in the Hezhong area, and Habil Shahan, who gave him a headache, was also accidentally choked to death by food.

, Suoyaha's Mishikhan trembled in succession to the throne. What Timur needs now is to recognize his status and an ally who does not understand his past, provided that this ally must not be too close to him to hinder his great cause of conquest. The Ming Dynasty far in the east just met his request, because the Ming Dynasty did not know all his "glorious" deeds, and because they had a common enemy. Timur's expedition was the Mongols on the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and the Ming Dynasty's old enemy was also the Mongols. After his former life-savior Gao Deyong sent someone to send him a firearm as promised and persuaded him to accept the enthronement of the Ming Dynasty, Timur keenly saw the opportunities contained here. "It doesn't matter if you give in, you can be a son, as long as they are willing to recognize my rule over the Hezhong region and provide help." Timur reminded him of the envoy sent to the Ming Dynasty.

After the envoy arrived in the Ming Dynasty, he did not go to the capital, but first visited Gao Deyong from Peking. Under the guidance of Gao Fatty, he wrote a humble letter of nationality, praising Zhu Yuanzhang as the greatest emperor of ancient times and present, and requested his envoy to enthrone him, and requested the Ming Dynasty, the lord of all countries, to allow Timur to manage the Hezhong area for him. This letter of nationality, which was familiar with the diplomatic operation methods of the Ming Dynasty, was of course unanimous praise from officials of the Ministry of Rites of Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Yuanzhang issued an order to personally enter the hall. As soon as the envoy, who had learned the etiquette of kneeling and worshipping for more than 20 days, immediately shouted long live in stiff Chinese, performing the ceremony of three buttons and nine bows, and presented Timur's gift list. He had discussed with the ministers in advance how to deal with it. Zhu Yuanzhang happily accepted the gift, approved the envoy's title application for Timur, Shahib-Jilan, and issued a gold seal.

On the surface, the Ming Dynasty and Timur both got what they needed. This ally seemed so loyal and reliable because he had launched five attacks on Chagatai Khan. In the treaty signed by both sides, Timur will launch the sixth eastern expedition in the shortest time after the envoy returns to China, with the flags directly behind the Mongolian army on the west. The newspapers of the Ming Dynasty recorded the details of the treaty and quickly spread to the Yumen area with the help of those who are interested.

In Yumen, a caravan traveled through the buffer zone between the Ming and Mongolia with camels, and saw that there were no soldiers sent by General Lan Yu to patrol around. Several seme men in the caravan pulled out the horses from the team, quickly left, and galloped northward.

"His grandma, I know you are not good birds." On the hillside, a Ming scout who looked like an officer put away his telescope, walked towards his mount cursingly, and led his subordinates back to the pass.

The dust and sand brought by the horse's hooves flew against the wind. The Jinyiwei who sent the letters sent the letters drew a straight line on the map and headed straight to the capital. At the same time, in the desert in the north, there were soldiers galloping in a straight line and headed towards the capital. The people along the way were already familiar with this scene. Since the beginning of the Ming and Mongolia War, the galloping figures on the official roads in various places have never stopped.

At night, a Jinyiwei led his mount to abdicate the boat and landed on the shore, flew on his horse, and rushed towards the Jinyiwei Yamen. At the same time, another official boat unloaded one man and one horse, the knight jumped onto the horse's back, knocked his legs on stirrups, galloping into the city, while running, he took out a waist sign from his pocket and hung it around his neck. The soldiers who were patrolling the night saw that it was the Jinyiwei's jade sign, so they quickly made way.

The gate of the Jinyiwei Office was always open, and in the dark, it was like a big mouth swallowing all the secrets.

"Reported that the Jinyiwei on the North West Road has successfully handed over the news of the peace between Timur and the Ming Dynasty to the other spies to take out the Yumen. The Mongolians on the West Road will soon know that they were attacked from both sides." The messenger of the Jinyiwei who arrived first reported to his superiors. In the shadow of the room, a voice replied lukewarmly: "I understand, go down and rest, and reward you with ten taels of silver." After the voice of Xie Sheng, the yamen returned to tranquility.

"Report", the second Jinyiwei arrived rushed into the room, and while showing his salute, he raised a secret report above his head, "His Royal Highness of Yan met with the Mongolian tribes on the banks of the Onon River, and sweared to restore Genghis Khan's glory."

"Crash", the sound of a teacup falling to the ground came from the room. After a while, the officials and messengers in the room went out together to get on the horse and slowly rushed to the palace.

"Sir, can we enter the palace so late?" The Jinyiwei who delivered the letter was a little nervous. According to the rules of the officialdom in the capital, no urgent matters were required, and no one was allowed to seek the emperor after the Xu hour. Usually, except for the officials who Zhu Yuanzhang ordered to be specially summoned, after the Shen hour, few people dared to approach the palace gate.

"His grandma, God knows if this is an urgent matter?"! The deputy commander of the Jinyiwei who was on duty complained in a low voice, looked up at the dark sky, and a purple lightning flashed through the air, which scared him to shrink his neck and shut up quickly?

He was wrong. If there were really gods above the Nine Heavens, I'm afraid the gods wouldn't understand the performance on the banks of the Onon River half a month ago, because the performance was really exciting.

In the spring of the 16th year of Hongwu, King Zhu Di of Yan spread the grasslands in the east of the Mo, asking the Mongolian tribe leaders of the grassland, no matter how big or small, to go to the banks of the Onon River for a while. The invited tribe leaders did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly set out. They had seen the power of the northern army sweeping across the east of the Mo, and more than 100,000 Mongolians on the east were wiped out in an instant. Now there are no leaders in the eastern grasslands. Who dares to jump out and go against the King of Yan?

"Master Su...Master Suhe, do you know what King Yan is asking us for?" The leader of the Samsung robbers of the tribe patted the horse, took two quick steps, chased to the newly elected leader of the Wengniu Special tribe, and asked in a low voice.

The Sanxing Tuo tribe is a small tribe that has always been dependent on the wings of the Wengniuti tribe. To outsiders, they all belong to the Wengniuti tribes, but in fact there is a big difference between them. After the destruction of the Mongolian army on the East Road last winter, the leader of the Wengniuti tribe was killed in battle and the tribe surrendered to the Ming Dynasty. Su He was the new tribe leader and did not have the title given by the Mongolian emperor. Therefore, Mu Ren, the leader of the Sanxing Tuo tribe, didn't know what to call him, so he could only call him Master.

"How do I know, I'm also careful here?" Su He, the leader of the Wengniut tribe, pointed his finger at his heart, and looked back at the more than 100 tribal warriors following behind him. The war in the entire tribe is now less than a thousand people. The battle outside the city of Daning was too tragic. More than 100,000 Mongolians besieged Gucheng for half a year, leaving more than 20,000 corpses, but they failed to cross the city. Last November, I heard that Beihelin was raided from behind, and the soldiers immediately dispersed. But the general wanted to hold on, but Chang Mao cut off the retreat from behind. Tens of thousands of Han people rushed over from the Rehe side and rushed over. The shells were like crows covering the sky and the sun. How could the flesh and blood compete with the bomb? The blood, the ice and old man coagulated on the ground, and closed his eyes, Su He could see the broken bodies of the warriors.

Can you be kind to the King of Yan asks everyone to go to the banks of the Onan River? Is this guy who is half a Mongolian as cruel as the old leader? Besides, our tribes have done so many things that are sorry to Puying? Su He is very afraid that he will not come back if he goes there. He has selected more than a hundred people in the tribe who can fight. It is probably impossible to save him, but he has to come back to report the news. More than 100,000 old and weak are waiting to decide whether to move west or live on the land passed down from generation to generation.

"Master Suhe, Master Suhe", a leader of a small tribe named Haserdun also rushed up and panted. "I heard that all the guys from the Kingsoft tribe have made a fortune. Their women and children are dressed well now, covered in pearl agate, and the house is full of glass bowls."

"Hmph, the eagle doesn't act as an eagle, but it just learns from sparrows to find insects to eat on the grass." Mr. Suhe snorted with a nose and interrupted Haserdun's words.

"But we are bleeding and sweating, just for the smile of women and children?" Haserdun said with some envy that his sister married into the Jinshan tribe and brought a letter back in spring, introducing the changes there, and telling him that the things that the Mongols discarded could be exchanged for many daily necessities from the hands of the Han people. Now the two sides are trading together, which is much better than the time they fought back. Sui'er also gave him a bottle of wine, which was packed in glass bottles and surrounded in silk, and was reluctant to drink. He took it out every day and looked at it to satisfy his cravings.

Without the title, everyone felt embarrassed to call it. After speculating for a while, the original intention of King Yan Zhu Di's move could not be conjectured, and he walked towards his destination dullly. New green gradually spit out on the grassland that was trampled by horse hooves. No matter how much blood was sprinkled on the land, as long as spring comes, the earth will still be full of vitality, year after year, not for Yao or for Jie.

As expected by the Mongolian tribes in the south of the Moshan tribes, the gathering was not as murderous as they thought. His Highness Yan just said to invite you to drink and enjoy the * on the banks of the Onon River. After a few days, the leaders of the tribes could not sit still. Judging from the service of the women brought by the leaders of the Jinshan tribe who first surrendered, everyone knew what changes had happened in the Modong Mongolia. Any luxury goods on those women were taken out by casually sacrificing the lives of many warriors before they could be regained. From the mouths of the Jinshan tribes, they knew that the wool that was worthless to drive felt could be sold at such a high price. The crystal clear glass cup during the banquet could actually be exchanged for a few sheepskin. The saber that was cut iron like mud was just the price of a calf.

"We fought this war last year in vain." Master Su He suddenly felt regretful in his heart. There were so many warriors, such good children, how much money can the cattle and sheep in their family exchange? Even if they win, can they get so many? He dare not ask himself some questions.

So when King Zhu Di of Yan proposed an alliance with the tribes, no one expressed his opposition. One or two dissatisfied people looked at the mighty military power of the northern army outside, and sighed and lowered their heads.

In the early morning, on the banks of the Onan River, according to the Mongolian custom, King Zhu Di of Yan pierced his left arm with a knife and squeezed blood into the wine bowl.

"If you are willing to form an alliance with my Ming Dynasty, no matter how big or small your tribe, you will come up to have a drink of wine. From now on, no matter how high or low your original titles are, I will be my brothers of Zhu Di. I will apply to my father to give you the title of the opposite sex. Back then, my common ancestors once said that if you are heroes, don't kill each other in your nest. There are women and lands that we can't conquer in this world."

The tip of the knife pointed to the air, and the chilly spring breeze blew, and the blood beads emitted a strange cold light on the blade.

Several slightly larger tribes looked at the map sent by the Zhenbei Army, imagining Europe over the mountains introduced by the news agency, where the land where gems were picked and milk and honey were flowing, and their hearts were in a state of turmoil.

"Good boy, my uncle is not wrong." Lao Guantong, the leader of the Jinshan tribe, walked up, tremblingly picked up a bowl of blood wine with both hands, and drank it dry in one sip. He also untied the Mongolian robe, stabbed his left arm with a knife, and dripped the blood into the bowl in front of King Yan Zhu Di. The two drops of blood slowly merged together.

"Narentoya, do you see it? This is your son?" Guantong took Zhu Di's hand and shouted in zeal at the rising sun in the east.

The crowd around was boiling, and several leaders of the large tribe walked forward one after another, drinking and pricking blood. The bloody wine in front of Zhu Di became stronger and stronger.

"We moved westward and drank this bowl of wine. The original intention was to conquer the world with us. We are brothers, who blocked our steps, and let us take a path from his body."
Chapter completed!