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

Chapter 971 A spark ignites a prairie fire
At the front, many Ming army generals as well as Zhu Xiongying, Fang Xiaoru, Xie Jin and others had all noticed the wavering fighting spirit of the rebels.

Fang Xiaoru hurriedly said: "Quick, shout loudly to persuade the rebels to surrender!"

The Ming army had already received the order, and among these soldiers outside the Great Wall, there were quite a few who knew Mongolian. At this time, some people began to shout loudly in Chinese and Mongolian:

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Think carefully! Is it really worth it to give up your cattle, sheep and pastures to work for Azashili?"

"You have abandoned your family property and worked hard here, but you have only fulfilled Azashili's ambitions. When has Azashili ever given you wealth? Everything you have was given by the imperial court!"

"If you kill a loyal Azashili and surrender now, we will forgive you for what you did! Your property, cattle and sheep will be protected by the imperial court!"

"Anyone who refuses to repent will be held accountable by the imperial court. Even if they are spared, their cattle and sheep will be confiscated, and they will be used as slaves for generations to come!"

"Anyone who turns against the enemy and kills a rebel will be pardoned and allowed to pay for the cattle and sheep and pastures of the person killed. The court will endorse you!"

The songs on the platform and the voices of the Ming army persuading them to surrender suddenly slowed down the Tainingwei rebels. Many herdsmen showed hesitation, hesitation, or even sudden realization.

Many people have only just now realized what price they would have to pay for following Azashiri in betraying the Ming Dynasty.

In grassland tribes, all citizens are soldiers. All adult men can be recruited by the headman to become warriors. Often, a small tribe can mobilize thousands or even tens of thousands of troops, and its mobilization power is far better than that of China, which is very terrifying.

However, behind this seemingly terrifying mobilization force, what is actually revealed is the miserable life of the herdsmen in the grassland tribes: they have no permanent property, their lives are completely unstable, and their ability to resist disasters is extremely poor. Once they encounter a disaster, they can only rely on their machetes to seek a pitiful glimmer of hope for survival.

In this context of everyone fighting desperately, the grassland tribes naturally had strong mobilization capabilities, and their combat effectiveness in the cold weapon era was also stronger than that of China in some aspects.

After all, for the Chinese people who have relatively sufficient means of survival, joining the army is just a way to earn money. But in many cases, for the grassland herders, this is their only way to survive.

Between those who fight desperately and those who don't, the ones who fight desperately are naturally better at fighting.

But now it is different. The herdsmen in Tainingwei, who originally had no permanent property, now have permanent property.

Most of them raised cattle and sheep at home and made a living from the milk and wool trade, or worked on various ranches and received a salary to live.

In any case, now they have been able to accumulate permanent assets and rely on China. Even if they don't have enough food and clothing, at least they can have enough food and clothing in years of disaster.

Now, they realized that all the changes they had made over the years were not because of their leader Azashili, but because of the Ming Dynasty.

It was because the Ming court accepted their surrender that they had everything they had. The court's support was the foundation of everything they had. They no longer had any reason to fight.

However, they still did not change their minds and, out of fear of the power of the leader Azashiri, they succumbed to his call to fight against the Ming court that gave them a "good life".

If something happened to the Ming Dynasty's grandson, how could the Ming Dynasty be willing to continue to help these culprits? Without the Ming Dynasty's merchants buying wool and trafficking various materials, how could they maintain their stable and peaceful lives?
"Damn it! Why did you stop? Come on! Come on!" The whips used by the supervisory team to whip people were waving with crackling sounds, but this time the effect was much worse. Many grassland people who were conscripted stopped at the same time.

"Sir, why do we have to betray the Ming Dynasty..." A centurion stopped and turned to ask Azashili, a close confidant of the supervisory team. "I already have more than twenty cattle and sheep in the tribe."

"As long as we sell wool to Ming merchants, we can get food for the winter. Now the chief is leading us to rebel against Ming. If the Ming court cuts off the trade route...how does the chief of Azashili plan to lead us through the white disaster in winter?"

The supervisor's face froze. He was a professional sergeant, and Azashili provided him with food, so why would he think about these things? At this time, he raised his whip in anger: "Why are you talking so much?"

"I told you to go ahead, so go ahead. How dare you disobey the King of Liao? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

He whipped the centurion hard, leaving his face covered with blood. The centurion staggered, and when he got up, his eyes were filled with hatred.

"How dare you stare at me?" The supervisor felt a chill in his heart when he was looked at, and then he became furious. He simply threw down the whip, drew out the knife, and prepared to give the disobedient thief a severe blow.

However, just as he took a step forward, the centurion rushed over and stabbed the supervisor's stomach with the knife in his hand.

"You...you..." The man who was supervising the battle never thought that someone would dare to attack him, a close confidant of the King of Liao.

The centurion kicked his body away, then gathered his men and said, "The chief has forced us to betray the Ming Dynasty. But I don't want to!"

"He wants to rebel against the Ming Dynasty, but what he is putting on the line are our cattle, our pastures, our lives and property!"

"It's better not to have such a leader! If you want to surrender to the Ming Dynasty like me, just kill one of Azhashili's lackeys and bring his head with you to surrender to the Ming Dynasty's crown prince!"

The dozen or so men under him looked at each other, and then one of them looked determined, turned around and stabbed to death the other stunned supervisors.

Such scenes broke out at every point along the entire front.

Azhashili's army was in complete chaos.

"This... this..." Azashili was already horrified, and even his horse, as if affected by the atmosphere, began to kick around restlessly. "This group of lowly herdsmen were actually persuaded to rebel by the Ming Dynasty with just a few words..."

"Quick, pass on my order. Anyone who kills a rebel will be rewarded with ten cattle and sheep and five ounces of silver!"

His reward was quickly passed down, but there were still few people who responded. The herdsmen were not all fools. Guilichi's previous ballads had already made them understand that their current well-fed and well-clothed life was all thanks to the policies of the Ming Dynasty.

You, Azhashili, want to rebel against the Ming Dynasty. Can a few cattle, sheep, gold and silver guarantee that we can live for a lifetime?

Besides, the Ming Dynasty is now at its peak. If you were to be destroyed by the Ming Dynasty, who would we go to for the bounty?

(End of this chapter)