Chapter 633: Assassinating the King and Killing His Driver

"Princess, Prince of Kazakhstan, General Lothar has an audience!"

The notification sound was passed round by round by Jin Yiwei.

The Ming army camp was in chaos. Even if a great victory had just occurred that reversed the situation, they had no time to celebrate for long.

Many Ming soldiers spontaneously left the camp and went to the battlefield to plunder the trophies from the corpses, especially water and food. After some people found it, they did not care whether the time was right, so they ate dried meat and kumiss. Pop it into your mouth.

After all, there were too many monks and too little food, and some who were not clever enough were snatched away by their colleagues who arrived a step later.

Although the Tatars were defeated, they were mostly made up of cavalry, and their mobility was not comparable to that of the Ming army. They were also a group of nomads who even used their iron pots as treasures. Before they evacuated, the battlefield had been roughly swept It’s been a while.

Some generals were powerless and no longer interested in maintaining military discipline. The sergeants were in a mess all over the mountains and plains. Some who couldn't fight for food simply took out their shoulder knives, cut up the dead horses, and lit a fire in the open air to roast them. .

Except for a few elites from the Beijing camp, they still maintained military discipline and stayed at their posts without making any rash moves.

When an army is cut off from water and food, the first people to be cut off are always the lower-class civilians and soldiers with relatively marginalized status. This can preserve some of the elite combat effectiveness, but it will also inevitably make some people endure hunger and thirst for a longer period of time.

These elites who still stick to their posts are those who have priority in receiving water and food supplies.

Although they were also hungry, they were much stronger than the defeated soldiers who were about to starve to death.

The British Duke Zhang Fu had no idea of ​​​​contracting the defeated troops, because there was no way to collect them, and there was no need to do so. He died in battle first. It was almost impossible for the Tatars to come back again. If he wanted to collect the defeated troops, he had nothing in his hands. There was no food and water, so the defeated soldiers could only be allowed to look for food everywhere.

"Your Majesty wants to summon Lothar to see him?"

After hearing the news, Zhang Fu, who had just sat down to relax for a while, cheered up and said, "Help me go to meet the great hero of this battle."

Although this General Luo was born as a barbarian, there is a high probability that this identity will not be a fetter for him. Instead, because he has no roots and no foundation, he has lost most of his team, making him an excellent target to control and win over.

Unlike An Lushan, he not only came from the Hu people, but also had a group of Hu soldiers and generals who supported him.

Privately, he was getting old. His eldest son was unable to ascend the throne due to illness, and his concubine was in need of a capable assistant to help him secure his position as a British duke because of his unfair status.

Yu Gong, if this Hu general hadn't fought to save him, most of the remaining 100,000 Ming troops would have died here, and half of the civil and military officials and relatives of the entire dynasty would have lost their lives. If the Emperor's Northern Hunting happened again. If something happens, the entire Ming Dynasty will fall into turmoil.

"Sir, this General Lothar can control the demonic dragon and the demonic fire. Don't underestimate him. If he gets angry and attacks."

The two guards were a little hesitant.

To a certain extent, they can be regarded as extraordinary people, with deep inner strength and high martial arts. However, it is precisely because they have some understanding of the extraordinary world that they know how terrifying the many mysterious spells that appeared in that battle just now are.

Then among the Qie Xue army under the Grand Master, there were by no means a few martial arts masters like them. Weren't they still defeated and defeated by the demonic dragon's mouthful of demonic fire, without the ability to fight back?

Meeting such dangerous characters really makes them feel anxious.

Zhang Fu smiled and shook his head: "You two are worrying too much."

He never thought that Lothar might take action against Zhu Qizhen. What was he trying to do? Isn't it just for the sake of glory and wealth that he brought almost all the elites he brought from the land of Europe and the West in the battle of rescue?

At the moment, he had killed first, repulsed the Tatar army, made a great contribution to the world, and was about to gain glory and wealth. Suddenly he attacked the emperor and the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty. What was he planning?

Aren’t you full after eating this?

"If a loyal and brave man like General Lothar still has second thoughts, he should seek refuge first. The defeated generals like us now cannot withstand the flames spewed by that alien beast."

The two guards also came to their senses and stopped trying to dissuade him.

In fact, they also knew that this kind of thing could not happen, but they instinctively had a kind of fear for people like Lothar, just like an elephant that looked harmless to humans and animals, even though they knew that it had long been domesticated and would not easily Even if it hurts people, don't dare to get close to it.

"Here he comes! General Lothar is here!"

Ahead, there was a sudden announcement.

I saw a heroic man riding on the back of a giant horse, leading dozens of cavalry with broken armor, but all of them full of murderous spirit and awe-inspiring momentum, and slowly drove into the camp.

The Ming troops came forward to watch.

Zhang Fu twisted his beard and said with a smile: "I haven't looked at this Hu man carefully before. Although his eyes, hair color, and appearance are different from those of the Chinese, he still has a majestic air. He can barely be considered a handsome man."

Although my daughters are already married, don’t they still have granddaughters?

This Lothar is about to rise to prominence, and he is considered a good match.

The guard frowned, feeling that Lothar was like an ancient ferocious beast, and his whole body exuded a kind of awe-inspiring murderous intent, which made a martial arts master like him feel palpitated.

"My lord, this General Luo has made extraordinary achievements, but he seems to be not in a good mood. He looks murderous."

Zhang Fu frowned, and then suddenly realized: "Kazakhstan is not like our Ming Dynasty. It is said that it is just a small country in the west. No one can laugh at the loss of so many elite soldiers at once. If this person really sacrificed so many lives and still smiled, I would think that this person is cold-hearted and no different from a beast."

Even if the Ming Dynasty was rich and powerful, if it lost thousands of armored heavy cavalry at once, it would be a serious matter.

In the battle of Yaoerling, it was said that 50,000 Ming cavalry were lost, but in fact it was just a cavalry, including many infantry, light cavalry, and mounted infantry. Heavy armored cavalry accounted for only a small part.

In the past, the world-famous Xuanjia Army of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, had only more than 3,000 people, but it defeated Dou Jiande's 100,000 troops. The more than 1,000 elite cavalry under Losa's command, which could directly attack the Tatars, which was dozens of times larger than his army, was definitely an important force that could be put in when the battlefield was deadlocked and could influence the direction of a war.

I saw that Losa, with a stern face, led his army on the "Imperial Road" that was temporarily vacated.

At the end of the Imperial Road, the orthodox emperor Zhu Qizhen, wearing a phoenix-wing helmet and fish-scale leaf armor, was guarded by a group of mighty and majestic generals (similar to the role of the honor guard in the Jinyiwei).

However, although these generals were strong and their armor was bright, they were nothing compared to the less than 100 remnant cavalry.

Even Zhu Qizhen, who didn't know much about military affairs, could clearly feel the gap and immediately said with a smile: "What a group of tigers and wolves. Although General Luo is a Hu from the Western Land, his loyalty and bravery are better than the civil and military officials in the court!"

Although the civil and military officials who came to greet him were dissatisfied, they still squeezed out smiles.

Losa rode on the back of the eclipse, looking at Zhu Qizhen calmly, and had no interest in answering.

This guy, because so many people died because of him, how could he laugh? Couldn't he see the hungry defeated troops all over the mountains and plains, searching for food and water? Couldn't he see the frozen and starved corpses?

If it weren't for him, Losar, hundreds of thousands of good men would have died in the battle of Tumubao alone.

The number of civilians who were captured and killed was probably in the millions.

Wang Zhen sang in the eunuch's unique sharp voice: "Prince of the foreign country of Ha, General Losar, the emperor has rewarded you, why don't you get off your horse and kneel down to thank the emperor for his grace?"

Losar didn't move.

In the astonished expressions of the civil officials and generals, and the soldiers of the Beijing camp.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a disdainful smile.

Who do you think you are, Zhu Qizhen, and are you worthy of my visit?

Zhu Qizhen was a little annoyed, and he emphasized his tone: "General Luo Sa fought hard on the battlefield, and he was out of shape for a while. I don't blame you. Why don't you come forward and pay your respects quickly? I have a big reward, and I won't let you lose so many elite soldiers in vain."

The smile on Luo Sa's face became more obvious.

In the astonished look of the people, he slowly raised one arm, and the golden light gathered in his hand. There was a faint sound of dragon roar, and a long spear surrounded by a coiled dragon appeared in his hand, as if it was cast in gold. It was not a holy spear, but the "Duke's new spear" blessed by Yesen's Yuan Ting dragon energy.

A group of Jinyiwei exclaimed.

"Be careful!"

"Protect your majesty!"

Zhang Fu was puzzled and asked: "General Luo, what do you mean?"

At this time, there were still many civil officials and generals who thought that General Luo came from the West and didn't understand the customs of the Ming Dynasty, so he made such an impolite and presumptuous move.

Until Losa threw the Duke's new gun in his hand and pierced Zhu Qizhen's chest, many people's faces were still full of disbelief - how could this be possible? This is impossible! How could this happen?

The greatest hero of the Battle of Tumubao, who killed Master Yesen and repelled the Tatar army, actually killed the emperor?

In a trance, people seemed to see a fiery red, but festering, ferocious dragon, struggling to death under the Duke's new gun, roaring with reluctance, but unable to break free.

"This shot is for all those who died because of you."

Losa said slowly: "Your death today has made a greater contribution to the Ming Dynasty than you have made in your lifetime. In this battle, someone should be responsible for the death of hundreds of thousands of souls. My lords, go back to your capital and establish a new emperor."

As his voice fell,

He and the remnant troops disappeared without a trace in front of everyone, leaving behind faces that were either panic-stricken or surprised and confused, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Your Majesty! My Majesty!"

Wang Zhen let out a shrill cry and threw himself beside Zhu Qizhen.

He cried more painfully than anyone else, and more sincerely than anyone else.

Because once Zhu Qizhen died, he was doomed to die.

"How dare he..."

"How could he..."

"I am the Son of Heaven, I can give him all the glory and wealth..."

The light in front of Zhu Qizhen's eyes gradually faded.

He couldn't figure it out at all, and didn't understand it at all.