Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 969: Performing in Battlefield
What does it mean that one tries to plant flowers but they don't bloom, but plants willows by accident and they grow into a shade?

This is!
Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin looked at each other. Guilichi spoke very sincerely and did not seem to be faking it, which surprised them.

The political significance of a member of the Golden Family taking the initiative to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty court is absolutely immeasurable.

When the Ming Dynasty expelled the Northern Yuan Dynasty, it actually captured many remnants of the Golden Family. Among these people, there were actually many spineless people who surrendered to the Ming Dynasty. But at that time, a branch of the Northern Yuan Dynasty emperor still existed, and Zhu Yuanzhang did not expect to use these branch members of the Golden Family to pry open the hearts of the grassland army, but just put them under house arrest.

Moreover, most of these people are fools and are not truly willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty. It's just that the situation is stronger than them, and seeing that the Ming Dynasty is strong, they just become fence-sitters.

If these people were released back into the grassland, they might run away as soon as they left the Great Wall, or be abducted by some ambitious grassland tribe and become a puppet "Khan" against the Ming Dynasty. Naturally, the Ming Dynasty would not think of letting them divide the grassland and spread the "light of civilization" of the Ming Dynasty.

But now, this Gui Li Chi... seems to be of some use?
At least he is much more reliable than Tuotuo who has been betrayed by his father all his life!
So, Guilichi asked again to pretend to join Azhashili. Zhu Xiongying was about to agree, but then he changed his mind and asked, "So, Guilichi, do you know any of Azhashili's troops?"

"Ah?" Guilichi, the Mongolian angry young man who was so high-spirited just now, was stunned for a moment after hearing this. After thinking for a while, he began to stammer: "No, no..."

In his early years, he was a royal playboy who listened to music in brothels in the capital. How could he have any connection with Azhashili, a rustic leader from the grassland who had never even been to the capital?

"Then how do you plan to sneak into Azhashili's camp?" Fang Xiaoru also realized the key to the matter. Without knowing Azhashili's troops, Guilichi couldn't even sneak into the enemy camp, so how could he steal Azhashili's men?

You said you were from the Golden Family? Where is the evidence? Why would Azashili believe your one-sided words and open the camp to accept you?

At this time when the two armies were facing each other, the other side had already gone crazy with killing, and it was good enough that they were not shot to death directly by arrows.

"This..." Guili Chiyuan was just a Mongolian playboy, who wanted to do this with a burning passion. But when asked about the specific method, he was at a loss. His confidence became weaker and weaker.

Zhu Xiongying was unwilling to continue to discourage Gui Lichi's enthusiasm, so he waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. If you can't get into Azhashili's camp, then use other methods."

"Guilichi, are you willing to put on a big show for your fellow Mongolians on the other side of the battlefield?"

"Sing... sing opera?" Guilichi slowly turned his head, his confidence restored a little. Singing opera is his profession now, how could he not know how to sing opera?
"Singing opera?" Xie Jin was stunned, and so was Fang Xiaoru. Fang Xiaoru said in surprise: "Your Highness, this..."

"Performing in front of the battlefield, is this..."

"Is this too much of a joke?" Xie Jin took over the conversation. He always felt that this matter was unreliable.

"Looking at the past dynasties, there is no precedent for this, Your Highness."

Well, it seems that there was one during the Song Dynasty. At that time, the ruler and his ministers of the Northern Song Dynasty hired a shaman to perform a ritual to force back the Jin army.

As a result, they were wiped out by the Jin soldiers.

If you think about it carefully, performing opera before the battle is not much different from performing shaman dance before the battle...

Unlucky!
"It's okay. Just give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, it's no big deal, right?" Zhu Xiongying said with a smile.

"This..." Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin looked at each other again, and felt that Zhu Xiongying was somewhat fooling around.

However, this does not mean that the soldiers should lay down their weapons and stop resisting. We cannot argue with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in front of the battlefield over such a small matter, right?

The two had no choice but to agree to Zhu Xiongying's idea.

……

On the second day, the two armies faced each other.

Azashiri, with red eyes, woke up from the temporary felt tent. The first thing he did was to squint his eyes and check the situation on the Ming army's hill.

His situation was not optimistic. Even though Alutai from the Tatars could help to distract the main force of the Ming army, Zhu Xiongying's position was too important, and the elite troops of the Daning Dusi led by Chang Mao could arrive at any time.

He must defeat Zhu Xiongying's troops as quickly as possible and firmly grasp this extremely valuable golden doll in his hands.

And today... is the deadline he set for himself. Today, he will mobilize all his warriors.

No matter what the cost, we must capture the Ming Emperor's grandson Zhu Xiongying today.

"Ok?"

However, when he looked at the Ming army's formation as he did yesterday, he found that there were something different in the Ming army's formation.

"What is that?" Azhashiri narrowed his eyes, looking confused.

I saw that on the earthen hill where the Ming army was stationed, a striking high platform had been built at some point, and it was quite eye-catching under the glow of the morning sun.

It seemed to be a lookout tower, but it was not. The earthen hill occupied by the Ming army was already high, and standing at the highest point, it was enough to overlook the entire battlefield. There was no need to go to the trouble of building such an eye-catching platform overnight.

What's more, this stage is really too frivolous, with a lot of red, green and colorful flags hanging on it, which is out of tune with the serious atmosphere of the battlefield.

"Could it be that the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty thought that his death was imminent and went crazy?" Azhashiri said.

But no matter what, his goal of snatching the Ming crown prince would not change. Azashili quickly took his thoughts back from this coquettish platform and began to deploy today's general attack. He was already trapped. He could either capture Zhu Xiongying or be captured by the Ming. Because he failed to successfully trick Zhu Xiongying into a trap, he was forced to bet all his chips on this gamble.

"Woo, woo..." The desolate horn sounded, and a large number of Tainingwei rebels began to launch a devastating attack on the Ming army's earthen hills.

The Ming army was also on high alert. To save gunpowder, the musketeers had stopped firing meaningless volleys, but a strict shield wall and a forest of gleaming guns had already been erected. In addition to this, Azashiri also saw someone climbing up the exaggerated platform.

It’s not that he wanted to pay attention to the platform, but... damn, the platform was too eye-catching on the battlefield. Even if he didn’t want to look at it, it was hard not to be attracted by the platform.

This was true for Azashiri, and even more so for his Tainingwei rebels. Even though they were launching a charge, it was hard for the rebel soldiers not to notice the ornately decorated platform within their sight, and the extravagantly dressed figure on the platform.

(End of this chapter)