noffsinger Chapter 287: Revenge with an Army
Chapter 287: Revenge with an Army
"You, the Ming Dynasty, are at loggerheads with the Eighteen Grassland Tribes. It's a life-and-death struggle."
The man looked at Zhu Ming who was asking questions impatiently and spoke in a deep voice.
As he spoke, he recalled the pair of hateful eyes he saw before coming to Daming.
The Central Plains and the eighteen tribes of the grasslands have been fighting each other for thousands of years, and their deep hatred has long been irreconcilable.
“With this kind of hostility, no one knows where the way out is.”
Madhahan said, and shook his head again.
"If I want to bridge the hatred between the two ethnic groups and open up trade, how about that?"
Zhu Ming touched his chin. He also knew this kind of hatred.
Therefore, he also wanted the two tribes to stop fighting and killing each other.
Although according to the course of history, the two tribes will be brothers in the future, but there seems to be nothing wrong in doing it a little earlier.
"Disaster."
Madahan shook his head.
"Thousands of years of bloodshed cannot be atoned for by this generation."
“Someone will always take this step.”
Zhu Ming didn't wait for Madahan to finish speaking and looked at him with a determined gaze.
Madahan obviously didn't expect Zhu Ming to be so sure. He was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed even more helplessly: "More importantly, it's not you and I who make the decision."
It would be a good thing if the two ethnic groups could open up trade and share what they have with each other instead of attacking each other.
But these things are never something that you can decide.
But it is the bigwigs in the temple who decide.
"My teacher is Fang Xiaoru, and I can make the officials in the temple hear my words."
Zhu Ming still looked directly at Madahan, and that look told him that this was not a joke.
“It’s not that easy.”
But unlike Zhu Ming's determination, Madahan still sighed pessimistically.
"You'd better kill me here."
He looked at Zhu Ming with the same serious look.
What he said surprised Zhu Ming and Xu Miaojin: "If I return to the Eighteen Tribes of the Grassland, I will bring back a large army for revenge."
"Even if I don't want to, those whose husbands and children were killed by your Ming army will push me to take revenge on you."
Madahan knew very well that this kind of hatred was not so easy to let go.
Whether it is the Ming army or the eighteen tribes of the grasslands in Mobei.
The mothers who lost their children and the wives who lost their husbands all hoped to take revenge on the other side.
As a Yuan person who had stayed in the Ming Dynasty for so long, he had a deep understanding of this point.
"Then we will accompany you."
Xu Miaojin, who had been listening quietly at the side, also raised her head proudly at this moment and responded to Madahan affirmatively.
Her father Xu Da was the nightmare of the Yuan court. The Ming Dynasty had outstanding generals, and she was also familiar with military books since childhood.
Facing Madahan, there will naturally be no retreat.
"If you go back and are able to ascend to a high position, I still hope that you can let the people of the Eighteen Grassland Tribes listen to my ideas."
Seeing that the conversation could no longer go on, Zhu Ming had no choice but to give up.
He raised his glass and toasted to Madahan.
"You won't kill me?"
Madahan looked at Zhu Ming with some surprise and couldn't help but ask back.
He had just said honestly that he would lead his army south when he returned to Mobei.
He also didn't think that Zhu Ming didn't have the ability to kill him.
No matter how powerful he is in Mobei, he may not be able to defeat Fang Xiaoru, a student of him, in the capital of the Ming Dynasty.
"You are indeed a hero."
Zhu Ming put down his glass helplessly and sighed: "I still say the same thing, I just hope you can consider my opinion after you return to Mobei."
The reason why Zhu Ming didn't kill him was very simple.
Madhahan was right, those who lost their loved ones in the war would inevitably start another war.
So no matter whether Madahan goes back or not, the Eighteen Grassland Tribes will definitely make a comeback after they recover.
If Madahan goes back, at least there will be someone to convey his thoughts.
"I see."
Madahan nodded, finally raised his glass and toasted Zhu Ming in return.
After drinking, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute."
Zhu Ming suddenly spoke and stopped Madahan who was about to leave.
Are you finally taking action?
Madahan turned around and looked at Zhu Ming and Xu Miaojin without surprise.
After all, he has already made it clear that he will be the enemy of the Ming army in the future.
It is normal for them to kill themselves to prevent future troubles.
"You're a good man, you shouldn't be so sloppy."
Zhu Ming just shook his head at him.
I said I wouldn't kill him, and I won't regret it.
"The waiter."
As he said this, he looked up and shouted towards the door, calling the waiter over.
"Sir, what do you want me to do?"
The waiter still looked at Zhu Ming with a fawning expression.
He would serve a wealthy man like this with extra diligence.
"Do you have a place to wash up here? Take him to pick out some suitable clothes and freshen up."
As Zhu Ming spoke, he took out another ingot of silver and placed it on the table.
"Hey, that's good."
The waiter was quick to collect the silver and turned to look at Madahan.
In his eyes at this moment, Madahan is simply his cash cow.
Although I don’t know why this young man is so good to this Yuan person, he is very generous.
"Sir, please follow me."
Having said that, he led Madahan out.
Half a day passed before the door of this room was opened again.
The waiter led a burly and strong man in and stood in front of Zhu Ming.
After washing off the dirt and changing into clean clothes, Madahan seemed like a different person.
"Thank you."
Madahan placed his hands on his chest, bowed slightly, and saluted Zhu Ming.
He didn't expect that even if he was clearly an enemy of the Ming army, he would still help him.
"When we are on the battlefield in the future, I will let you go this time."
He looked at Zhu Ming solemnly. This was the only promise he could make now.
"What are your plans next?"
After waving his hand to send the waiter away, Zhu Ming looked at Madahan tentatively and asked.
Although at first he just wanted to find a Yuan person to ask about his opinion on the Ming Dynasty.
But now he could also see that Madahan had an extraordinary temperament and was not an ordinary person.
This time he came to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, he must have other intentions.
"I think I'll stay in the capital for a while longer."
Madahan did not hide anything and told his plan truthfully.
Since he has come to Ming Dynasty, he must observe everything about Ming Dynasty before leaving.
"Give."
Upon seeing this, Zhu Ming handed Madahan a few more silver notes. Even though they were not much, they were enough for Madahan's food and clothing in the capital.
"This is?"
Even though it was not the first time that he received Zhu Ming's kindness, Madahan was still a little surprised when looking at the banknote in his hand.
I am the enemy of the Ming Dynasty.