Chapter 1204: Long Live the Emperor
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People are scattered.
Suddenly feel very powerless.
If things go on like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before there will be no more Tatars in the entire desert.
Of course... this is his last chance.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then he said coldly, "This time, it is a great opportunity. During the oath, we are the closest to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. As long as we take action at this time, we will take down the Emperor of Ming... Then , the desert, will return to our hands!"
Seven or eight leaders had already made up their minds, and they all looked at Sulu, and one of them said, "It's just...even if the Emperor Daming is captured, so what, they will establish another emperor, and after that, we will be like the Wara people back then." ,no way no money."
Suddenly, he snorted coldly and said, "Of course I know that even if we win the Emperor of Ming, we can hold him temporarily and flee to the depths of the desert, but soon, a new emperor will appear in Daming, and then we will continue to fight against the desert. But... What we want to create is the discord between Damo and Ming. We have captured their emperor. Will Daming still trust the Tatars? At that time, I am afraid that all the Tatars who defected to the Han people will also be punished. The angry Han people expelled and even killed them. In order to deal with the revenge of the Han people, the tribes in the desert will unconsciously reunite. If we are united, then the Han people cannot match, even if the Han people are powerful, as long as they abandon the strategy of being gentle, the desert is so vast, we can temporarily avoid its edge, like migrating north."
His eyes were like knives, he glanced at everyone, and said earnestly, "If the Han people are Huairou, I will be no different from ordinary herdsmen after ten years. Sun is also a prince."
The chiefs fell silent.
This is the crux of the problem.
Daming Huairou is too powerful. The nobles can’t bring the herdsmen to eat, but the Han people can, and they can eat deliciously. How can the herdsmen still be willing to serve the nobles and be willing to be driven by the nobles, and once, It seems that these old nobles have lost the respect of the herdsmen, and the herdsmen no longer follow the ancient traditions. If they are out of the way, they are nothing.
Instead of this, it would be better to simply take down the Emperor of Ming, so that Daming and Daming will fight each other. No matter how fierce the war is, as long as the Tatars are still there, then...Tu Wu and others will still maintain their dignity.
The desert...are you still afraid of fighting? Killing for ten years, thirty years, or a hundred years, even if you lose the blood of the shepherds and Han people after repeated battles, it may not be a bad thing for Tu Wu and others.
The leaders looked at the sudden dignifiedly.
He suddenly opened a parchment scroll, which was the drawing of the altar. He pointed at the parchment and began to arrange it.
"I'm afraid I won't succeed." Someone couldn't help worrying.
"It will definitely succeed." Tu Wu vowed, "I, Tu Wu, can bow a horse at the age of five. Ten or eight men can't get close to him. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty is extremely weak. As long as I can get close to him, I only need one finger." , you can take him down, and then you..."
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The mighty people and horses have arrived at the altar.
Zhang Mao hurriedly took some officials from the Ministry of Rites to meet Luanjia.
He went under the carriage and bowed down, "The old minister has seen His Majesty."
The 'Emperor' sat in the carriage without making a sound.
This made Zhang Mao a little strange.
On the other hand, Fang Jifan rode out slowly on his horse. He took off his sunglasses, looked around, and saw that this was a continuous Han army camp, with no end in sight.
The leaders of the various ministries have already prepared, and they each brought their own cronies and clansmen to welcome them under the Temple of Heaven.
The accompanying cabinet scholar Xie Qian, Minister of Rites Zhang Shengren, etc. also showed excitement. After leaving the pass, the endless wilderness made them feel refreshed.
Fang Jifan sat on the horse and said, "My lord, Your Majesty woke up too early in the morning, I'm afraid you are a little tired, you step aside first, Your Majesty has a purpose, this alliance shows that our Ming Dynasty treats all grassland tribes equally, The people inside and outside the pass are all regarded by His Majesty as his own kindness, and there is no need for officials to follow, just let me bring some guards, and Liu Jin and Eunuch Liu will accompany you."
Zhang Mao was suspicious.
Why is it different from the previous preview.
But how could he dare to be negligent, since this is His Majesty's intention, what else can he say, he said yes, and retreated with the accompanying officials.
Not long.
The 'Emperor' got off the carriage.
When his boots landed on the grass, there was already a Dashi blanket under his feet, and this blanket stretched all the way to the Temple of Heaven.
Fang Jifan got off his horse in a hurry, and Liu Jin, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded the 'Emperor'.
The emperor didn't say a word, he was wearing sunglasses, a celestial crown, and a mian suit, and he walked towards the Temple of Heaven step by step.
They walked for more than ten steps, and the accompanying guards followed in a mighty manner. All of a sudden, the banners were unfurled, and the dense crowd followed the 'emperor' up to the altar.
Fang Jifan seemed a little hesitant. Looking at the stone steps, the imperial guards had already stopped and surrounded the altar.
The 'Emperor' climbed up the stairs step by step.
All the ministers came down one after another.
Fang Jifan looked at the emperor who was standing alone on the high platform.
Looking at Wang Shouren's back.