MTL - First Prince of Ming Dynasty-Chapter 808 Oirat Conference

  Chapter 808 Oirat Conference

  Brother Menger drove the duck to the rack and killed Ye Sudieer, but it is expected that he is not having a good time now, let alone Enke escaped without death, the internal problems of Wala may not be small.

With the death of Ye Sudieer, the investment of many Oirat nobles has been in vain, and they may be liquidated in the future. Naturally, they are unwilling to accept this kind of internal problem of the tribe, even the leader is not easy to deal with. .

  In addition to the Tatars and the Tianbaonu who were backed by Ming Dynasty, and only under such circumstances, Meng Getimur, who has always been extremely hostile to the Han people, would be willing to listen carefully to Zhu Biao, the prince of the Ming Dynasty.

  Even if you know that you may be drinking dove to quench your thirst, you can only be forced to drink it. It is better to gain a moment or two of breathing space than to be crushed immediately. This is the so-called conspiracy.

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  The atmosphere in the Mongolian Golden Horde Court was quite depressing. After a quarrel, there was a period of silence, only the burning brazier in the middle was crackling.

  The Mongolian aristocrats in the tents all wore brick-brown quality grandson clothes, that is, gowns and jackets. Compared with the clothing of the Central Plains, they were shorter and tighter. There were many folds at the waist, which made it very convenient to get on and off the horses.

Sitting on the throne is of course the great leader of Oala. The hair on his forehead is tied into a small lock like a peach, and the rest are braided into two big rings and hung behind the ears. Wearing a cymbal hat crown.

   "Has the man not been caught yet?"

  No one answered, so the answer is self-evident. Meng Ge Timur's small eagle-like eyes contain a killing intent that is about to be uncontrollable.

   "They are all useless trash. Changshengtianzhen should take your soul away and let you be stupid cattle and sheep in the next life!"

  Two short and stout Wala nobles touched their chests and knelt on one knee: "We are incompetent. As your eagle dogs, we failed to catch the prey. Please lower your punishment."

  Brother Meng’s chest heaved rapidly. The person he entrusted to hunt down the blood of the former Khan was naturally his hard-core confidant. At this juncture, how could it be possible to punish excessively.

   At this time, someone should have come forward to make peace and give a step down, but the rest of them seemed to be dead. He knew that this was their expression of dissatisfaction, blaming him for bringing the tribe into such a dangerous situation.

   After taking the management rights of the grassland away from Kublai Khan's family with great difficulty, and now they take the initiative to kill the Khan who was close to them, that doesn't mean that the orthodox rights will return to the Tatar side.

A man with disheveled hair suddenly stood up from the chair and said: "The leader blessed by the Longevity Heaven, we have always obeyed the will of the heavens and acted according to your will, but you killed Zhuolik Lord without telling us. That doesn't seem right."

   "Boyin Hairihan, are you questioning my decision?"

   "Don't dare." He bowed slightly and stroked his chest, but he didn't explain any more, and sat back straight away, which seemed to be a kind of contempt.

  Brother Meng'er clenched his hands tightly, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands wriggled and twisted like earthworms. He really wanted to immediately call the armored guards guarding the door to cut off Hai Rihan's head.

However, he was forced to endure it. Under Hai Rihan's command, there were not many pastures, cattle and sheep, but he had thousands of elite cavalry. Not to be taken lightly.

  Seeing Mengge Timur's attitude, the eyes of the rest of the Oara tribe leaders began to turn green, just like a pack of hungry wolves outside the livestock pen.

   On the grassland, the weak prey on the strong, and the position of Khan may still need the blood of the Borzhijin family, but the position of the leader depends on strength or wisdom.

  Yes, the people on the grassland also know that brave and powerful warriors may bring abundant prey, but it does not mean that they can lead the tribe to prosper. They respect wise men more.

Meng Ge Timur led the tribe to help Bor Jijin Yasudier seize the position of Khan, let Oara replace Tatar, and allocated more fertile water and grass land. The ethnic group prospered, which undoubtedly has far-reaching consequences. Wise.

So even if Zhuolik Lord set up the golden tent here, they are still more willing to follow his wisdom, but now, if he can't prove his wisdom again, then he will pay a heavy price for this mistake .

"I know you are doubting my decision, but have you ever thought about why Ye Sudieer set up the golden account here? We seem to have seized the power of the grassland, but we are actually going to be divided by him. This is The conspiracy of the Borjijin family is just like what they did to our ancestors!"

"Boss, my boss." He Suyao Letu, the leader of the Wara Duerbert Department, opened his cloudy eyes and said: "This is not a suitable reason, even if it was a little forced in the past, but the great Genghis Khan did not Treated our tribe harshly, and we have a little bit of his blood in our people."

   "Heh, you said you have the blood of the Golden Family, but others don't seem to agree. Otherwise, why have we been unable to take the position of Khan for so many years?"

The leader of the Choros Department is very young and looks very strong, but his expression is very calm, not as reckless as his figure shows. He pointed at Mengge Timur with his calloused fingers The chair under the buttocks said: "Is that chair so comfortable, leader, you are sitting on it now, don't you feel hot ass?"

"Hahaha."

  The rest of the tribal leaders laughed exaggeratedly as if they had heard a big joke.

Brother Menger stood up abruptly and stood aside: "I didn't sit on this chair for myself, you can all take turns to sit on it, the important thing is that I don't want to see the Borjijin family again Sit on it."

   "They destroyed all the foundations left by the great Genghis Khan. They have lost the glory of the golden family, and the Longevity Heaven is no longer protecting them. Otherwise, why would we kill two Khans in a row in just a few years?"

   There was a lot of discussion below, and the leaders of some tribes seemed to have realized something suddenly. Only the leaders of a few big tribes still looked very cold.

  Whether the Borzhijin family has the blessing of longevity or not, they have already figured it out after a hundred years. It has never mattered what they think. The important thing is that the herdsmen on the grassland only recognize the Jin family.

He Suyao Letu sighed, he is not willing to persecute Mengge Timur too much at this time, not to mention killing him will not solve the problem, not only will trigger civil war, but more importantly, there will be no Mengge Timur , then it's his turn to top it.

  If he was twenty years younger, maybe he still has this ambition, but he is too old, and he will return to the embrace of Changshengtian at any time, and his six sons are all brave and smart, but they don't have enough profound wisdom.

  Instead of this, it is better to let Mengge Timur try first. The big deal is to lead the tribe out of Oirat in the end. With the strength of Duerbert's department, Daming must be willing to accept it.

  He couldn't help but think of the generous gifts he received from the Hongji assassination department when he celebrated his birthday last year, as well as the letter stamped with the seal of the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty. This is the way forward for the tribe.

  After half an hour, the Oirat nobles finally left the golden tent, got on the horse with the help of the slaves, took the roasted beef jerky, chewed them carefully, and dispersed.

As for the fierce brother Timur who was still sitting on the throne in the golden tent, he twisted his **** a few times irritably, as if it was really hot. Is Li also so restless.

   It was he who stood below and made the people on the seat uncomfortable, but now it seems like a reincarnation.

   "Go and deliver all the prepared gifts."

  Brother Meng, Timur closed his eyes in pain. The treasures he had finally snatched were all given to these people with ulterior motives. He was so unwilling!

  (end of this chapter)