Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 306 Chapter 306, Heshuo is eager to try, Zhu Cihong selects the messenger

With [-] soldiers and horses in hand, although most of them were cavalry, it was still enough to harden Zhu Cihong's temper.

"Come on!"

Amidst the thundering drums, many soldiers charged towards the city of Lhasa.

Behind them, the artillery of the Ming army kept bombarding the city.

Although there is no Hongyi cannon, these artillery can still cause considerable damage to the city wall.

"Siege of a city, as long as you are willing to invest enough resources, it will definitely be defeated. The only problem is time."

This is what Zhu Cihong and the subordinates around him said, mainly for those Heshuote Mongolian generals who had just surrendered.

After everyone listened to Zhu Cixiang's words, they nodded frequently.

What is the biggest problem for the defenders?That is, resources are limited, especially food resources.

The siege party is different, because the siege party can continuously transport various resources, including food, from other places. The longer the delay, the more unequal the two sides will be in this respect.

Eqier Tutaiji said: "What Your Highness said is very true. My subordinates and I are willing to be the vanguard of attacking the city tomorrow, and we must take Lhasa City for Your Highness!"

Others are also scrambling to speak: "Your Highness, we can also be pioneers!" "Your Highness, let our tribe fight first, and you will never be disappointed!"

When Zhu Cixiang listened to these guys' words of loyalty, the smile on his face became more and more mysterious.

The day's siege was over, and both sides suffered casualties, but Zhu Cixiang didn't care at all about these casualties.

Because now all those attacking the city are surrendered Heshuote people.

The Heshuote people outside the city are attacking fiercely, while the Heshuote people inside the city are defending.

Just a few months ago, the Hoshuote people in the city and outside the city were actually from the same country.

Li Dingguo has some opinions on this: "Your Highness, I always feel that people who are not of our race must have different hearts. These Heshuote people still have to be careful. If they cooperate with Gushi Khan in Lhasa, it will be bad. His Highness's important business."

Zhu Cihong didn't speak, but looked at the British Duke beside him: "What do you think of the British Duke?"

The British Duke pondered for a while and said: "It is true that this possibility cannot be ruled out, but I still feel that most of the generals who surrendered to Shuote should be relatively loyal at the moment."

Zhu Cihong said: "Why?"

The British are fair: "Because His Highness is an out-and-out strong man, the Mongols worship the strong man the most."

Li Dingguo retorted: "Although His Highness is a strong man, he is a foreigner to them!"

The British Duke laughed and said: "This is General Li, you don't know something. Do you know that the so-called 'Wala' is actually an alliance called Oirat, and this alliance is just the Mongols in a broad sense?"

Li Dingguo frowned and said, "What does this mean?"

The British are fair: "The so-called Mongols in the narrow sense actually refer to all the tribes living on the north and south sides of the desert, that is, the area north of Shaanxi, Shanxi, and Beizhili, the grassland where Genghis Khan started his family. .”

"As for the so-called Oirat Alliance of Oirats, they are located in the west of the desert and do not belong to the traditional Mongolian land. They are the people who were later conquered by Genghis Khan. To put it bluntly, the so-called Oirats are at best close relatives of the Mongols. Tartars are the real Mongols."

"So, the Oirats are also a foreign race to the Tatars! Since Genghis Khan was able to subdue the Oirats as part of Mongolia, why can't His Highness today subdue the Oirats and become part of our Ming Dynasty?"

Li Dingguo was speechless now.

Zhu Cihong looked at the Duke of England, and was also a little surprised.

When did the British man become so eloquent?
The British Duke smiled, with a rather smug expression on his face: "Your Highness, we are serious hereditary nobles!"

Zhu Cilang chatted for a while, then suddenly remembered the enemy he had just defeated, and said, "Speaking of which, after returning to Junggar, will Batur Huitaiji be punished by his father Khan?"

Fang Gongqian at the side suddenly said: "Your Highness, I can assure you that I will definitely not."

Zhu Cihong snorted, "Why?"

Fang Gong said: "Because Batur Huitaiji's father Halahula is dead."

Zhu Cihong: "..."

Fang Gong said: "Today's Junggar tribe is actually divided into four parts, and it is ruled by Batur Huitaiji and his three uncles. Since everyone refuses to accept the other, they still use it when issuing orders to the outside world." in the name of the Great Khan of Harakul."

Zhu Cihong: "???"

This is a coquettish operation that Zhu Cihong never thought about.

Fang Gongqian said again: "Originally, Batur Huitaiji already had the hope of forcing the other three to surrender and reunify the Junggar tribe, but after this fiasco, his strength has been greatly weakened, and the Junggar tribe must usher in another victory." There was a civil turmoil."

Zhu Cihong breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The Junggar people are still a rather troublesome opponent. If they can really have internal turmoil for a while, it can be regarded as a boost to Daming."

Many dynasties in history were like this. It seemed like there were various internal troubles, but there was no invasion from foreign enemies. Why is this?

Because their foreign enemies are also fighting among themselves...

For the empire, internal strife often consumes more national power than foreign aggression.

While talking, a day passed.

Zhu Cixiang looked at the setting sun at dusk and gave the order to withdraw his troops.

Afterwards, Zhu Cilang summoned many Heshuo special generals into the big tent, and said, "Who of you would like to be an emissary for my palace, and enter Lhasa city to persuade Gushi Khan to surrender? If it succeeds, my palace will be the master." Report to my father and give him the position of hereditary flag master."

Zhu Cihong's reward is quite generous, no matter any noble title, as long as it has the word "hereditary", it must be heavy and cannot be taken lightly.

Sure enough, after Zhu Cihong finished speaking, many Heshuo special generals immediately rushed to invite him.

"Your Highness, I am willing to go!"

"Your Highness, the cousin of my wife is one of Gushhan's concubines, and I am willing to try."

"Your Highness, my eloquence is famous throughout the plateau, please let me come."

On the side, Li Dingguo couldn't help but whispered to Duke Ying: "Master, don't you think these guys are not afraid of death?"

In Li Dingguo's view, if these people really entered Lhasa, it would be a question whether they could come out alive, let alone convince Gushi Khan.

The British Duke shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fame and wealth are touching. Frankly speaking, if I were one of the Heshuo nobles, I would also like to try it."

Li Dingguo: "..."

In the end, Zhu Cihong chose one person as the envoy, disappointing the other people who were not selected.

After the crowd dispersed, Duke Ying couldn't hold back his curiosity, and said to Zhu Cihong, "How did Your Highness choose this envoy? I always feel that that person seems unreliable."

Zhu Cihong waved his hand casually, and said, "It's okay, if Gushi Khan cuts off the head of this envoy, I can still send the next one into the city!"

(End of this chapter)