Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 291 Chapter 291, Chao Lu Ren's head voted a certificate, Ci Hong shot Wen Cheng
In the west of Qinghai, in a valley.

Chao Lu sat downcastly in the tent, drinking mulled wine.

Fifteen days have passed since the big defeat that will always be engraved in Chaolu's heart.

During these fifteen days, Chaolu spent eight days fleeing here to be hunted down by the Ming army, and the rest were drinking and waiting.

There was a sound of footsteps, and two figures walked in one after the other.

Chaolu raised his eyelids slightly, and found that it was his two younger brothers, the sixth prince Tori and the ninth prince of the Heshuot Khanate, who were also capable, so he continued to drink.

Tori sat down in front of Chao Lu, and threw a flagon to Lu Xin. Tori was not polite, took it and gulped it down several times.

Ye Li Kehe was not in the mood, and said solemnly: "Brother Chao Lu, the Ming army has already begun to march around Qinghai."

Chao Lu snorted, expelled a breath of alcohol from his nostrils, and said, "So what about marching? Qinghai is so big, can he still find us?"

Tori put down the jug, and said, "Brother, it's okay if we hide here all the time, but how will Father Khan explain it?"

Chao Lu's expression and movements visibly froze, and it could be seen that he really didn't want to discuss this topic.

After a few seconds, Chao Lu said reluctantly: "I have already written a letter to Father Khan, and he will send new reinforcements soon. We will have another fight with the Han people then!"

Tori and Yeli Kehe looked at each other, and Yeli Kehe said: "The musketeers of the Han people are too fierce. Could it be that Brother Chaolu has some countermeasures?"

When Chaolu heard the words, he was stunned again.

These days, Chaolu only cares about escaping his failure with alcohol, when did he think about fighting back?
Chao Lu impatiently waved his hand and said, "You will know when the time comes!"

Tori and Yeli Kehe looked at each other again, as if they had made some kind of decision.

Tolipi smiled and said: "Actually, Brother Wang may not know something during this time. In fact, there is another piece of news about the Ming army, which is also very important."

Chao Lu was a little puzzled, and said, "What?"

Toli walked up to Chaolu, and said seriously: "This matter is very important, please listen to Brother Wang."

Chao Lu subconsciously listened to him, and was about to hear what Tori said, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Chao Lu looked down, and his expression suddenly became extremely horrified and unbelievable.

Tori held a dagger in his hand, and the blade had sunk deeply into Chaolu's chest.

Tori stirred the dagger vigorously, immediately making Chao Lu's face extremely pale, and he squeezed out a word: "You..."

Tori smiled slightly: "Brother Wang, you can't win the fight, and there is no way to do it. Everyone will only die if they follow you."

Seeing this, Ye Li Kehe heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "The Prince Zhu Cihong of the Ming Dynasty has announced that anyone among He Shuote can surrender to the Ming Dynasty, and let the past be forgotten."

Tori's smile became more and more cheerful: "Yeli Kehe and I intend to defect to the Ming Kingdom, but it seems inappropriate to go empty-handed."

Ye Like nodded together and said, "So we can only use my elder brother's head to make what the Han people often call a 'voting certificate'."

After listening to the words of the two younger brothers angrily, Chao Lu finally swallowed his last breath.

After confirming that Chaolu was dead, Tori gave Yeli Kehe a look, and Yeli Kehe walked out knowingly.

After a while, the sound of fighting came from outside the tent, but it stopped soon.

Yeli Kehe walked in again with a person, and said to Tori who had already held Chaolu's head in his hands: "It's over."

Tori let out a long breath, and said to the people around Yeli Kehe: "Then, take us to meet that Prince Highness."

Five days later, Zhu Cihong opened the box, and saw the Chaolu head marinated with lime in the box.

"Ahem, this taste is really... alright, alright, take it away."

After Fang Gongqian took the head away, Zhu Cihong breathed a sigh of relief.

To Zhu Cihong, killing people is actually quite indifferent. After all, this is a world where wars are very frequent, but things like pickling with lime are a little bit challenging.

You can't just bury it!

Of course, Zhu Cihong could also understand the other party's approach. After all, seeing is believing, and there must be evidence to prove that Chao Lu died at their hands, right?
Zhu Cihong said: "What are your names? Tori and I can work together, right?"

I don't know if it's the help of the system or the improvement brought about by time travel, but Zhu Cihong found that her memory has improved a lot compared to her previous life, and even such awkward names can be remembered firmly after only listening to it once.

Toli and Yeli Kehe both nodded quickly, and said in rather jerky Chinese with flattering smiles: "Your Highness, we all sincerely want to defect to Daming."

Zhu Cihong smiled and asked a question: "I will go to Lhasa to fight your father Khan next, what are your thoughts on this?"

The two had obviously thought about this question a long time ago, and immediately replied: "Although he is our father Khan, since he dares to confront Da Ming now, we will naturally stand by Da Ming's side."

Zhu Cihong chuckled, and said: "Very well, it seems that both of you are people who understand righteousness, and I accept your surrender."

Of course Zhu Cilang would accept it. After all, these were the two princes of Gushri Khan. The surrender of the two men was a great psychological shock to many tribes in Qinghai and Shuote.

Tori and Yeli Kehe were overjoyed when they heard the words, and they flattered Zhu Cihong desperately, but after listening for a while, Zhu Cihong felt that the two guys' flattering skills were really lackluster, so he let them go.

After the two left, Fang Gongqian walked in again and brought a notebook.

"Your Highness, this is the information obtained by the servants and others from interrogating Fan Wencheng these days."

Zhu Cihong flipped through the book, slowly frowning.

In fact, Fan Wencheng didn't reveal too much, but just these "innocuous" things he said made Zhu Cihuang intuitively feel how cruelly the Han people were oppressed like pigs and dogs in Liaodong. .

Suddenly, Zhu Cihong stood up and said, "Let's go."

Zhu Cihong left the tent, and brought Fang Gonggan to another tent not far away.

The person who lived in this tent was Fan Wencheng, and when he saw Zhu Cihong coming, he panicked immediately, and hurriedly bowed his head.

Zhu Cihong smiled and said, "Mr. Fan, are you still used to living here?"

Fan Wencheng hurriedly said: "Thanks to His Highness, the residence is okay. It's just that I miss the homeland of the Central Plains even more, and wish to return to the Ming Dynasty as soon as possible."

Zhu Cilang smiled, stretched out his right hand, holding a pistol in his palm, aimed at Fan Wencheng: "It's a pity, Mr. Fan, you don't have this chance."

Fan Wencheng's complexion changed drastically, and he stammered: "Your Highness, this old minister is absolutely loyal to Daming, and there are still many secrets about the establishment of slaves that this old minister has not revealed, this old minister..."

Zhu Cihong shook his head, and said calmly: "Of course I know that you have many secrets that you haven't revealed, but for me, what you have said is enough."

"Bang!" A shot rang out.

Fan Wencheng, a traitor of the Ming Dynasty, died in this way.

Zhu Cilang put away the pistol and spoke calmly.

"I remember, don't some tribes on the Qinghai-Tibet side have the custom of celestial burial? Just drag him out and throw him on a stone for the birds to peck at."

(End of this chapter)