The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 252 Focus on the heart
Upon hearing this, everyone in the tent was stunned. None of them expected Zhu Xiong Ying to say such a thing. The Ming Dynasty has always been a land of etiquette, and no matter how outrageous their actions were, their families would not be implicated.

A gentleman can deceive others.

"Impossible! How could the people of your Great Ming Dynasty do such a thing? Don't you claim to be the Celestial Empire, the land of propriety? Don't you follow the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, emphasizing benevolence, righteousness, and forgiveness?"

"How could you do something so outrageous and infuriating!"

The man said with a determined look on his face.

"The land of etiquette, the ancient wind knows, is meant for those who submit to my Great Ming. If you are unwilling to submit, then you are the enemies of my Great Ming. The only way to deal with enemies is to exterminate them. You have only heard of or are not close to your families, but you have been raiding and plundering the people in the south for years. Have you ever thought about these things?"

"His Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty has declared that any nomadic tribe that raises arms and invades our borders shall have its kingdom destroyed, its people exterminated, and its descendants wiped out!"

Upon hearing these words, the tribal leaders on the grassland were stunned.

No one expected that Tyson's future successor in the Ming Dynasty would say such a thing; this is troublesome.

Originally, even if they suffered heavy losses in a desperate battle, they could cripple the Ming army. After that, they could have their tribesmen surrender to the Ming and recover their strength, making their grasslands even stronger.

However, the Ming Dynasty has no intention of letting them go. Instead, it wants to gather them all together, which is giving them a headache.

"We are all sons of the grasslands, and we love the life of herding livestock on the grasslands, living by following the water and grass. We are used to such a leisurely life, and we probably wouldn't want to live like you people from the Central Plains, working at sunrise and resting at sunset!"

"Therefore, we will continue to exist in the form of tribes. We, the leaders of each tribe, are willing to bestow an honorific title upon His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Ming, pay tribute every year, and from this day forward acknowledge him as a subject, never to betray him!"

However, the deceased knew very well that he hadn't taken most of what these people said seriously.

"His Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty said that if you wish to continue herding, you may do so, but you must remain within the jurisdiction of the officials of the Great Ming Dynasty. If the water and grass in your current location are not abundant enough, you may reside elsewhere after reporting to the local government and obtaining their consent!"

"Those who are protected by the Great Ming Dynasty must also abide by the laws of the Great Ming Dynasty!"

"Although the Mongolian grasslands have existed in the form of tribes for so many years, now that you have submitted to my Great Ming, you are my subjects. My Great Ming will naturally treat you all equally and distribute the resources of the grasslands equally!"

The tribal leaders were furious, their faces turning a deep shade of liver. What they wanted was not to hand over power on the grasslands to these people.

In his view, the herders on the grasslands were all their slaves, and all they needed was for them to have more. What did the ordinary herders on the grasslands have to do with them? Nairbuhua simply could not accept such a demand.

If he truly accepts the power in his hands, he will be completely sidelined, and that would be the most desperate time for him.

"Leave now. We will not accept these conditions. The grasslands can only exist in the form of tribes, and we must be the tribal chiefs. This is our bottom line. If these demands cannot be met, we will absolutely not surrender to the Ming Dynasty!"

The envoy sneered and turned to leave. He knew very well that these people cared nothing more than their own power and status. As for the ownership of the grasslands and the glory of the Yuan Dynasty, these had nothing to do with them.

Those are matters for the Golden Family; they don't gain any benefit from them.

Now that the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty wants to take back their power, this is something they cannot tolerate.

After the envoy left, several tribal chiefs nearby spoke angrily.

"I never imagined that His Highness the Grandson of the Ming Dynasty would be like this! That envoy was truly despicable! Why didn't we kill him earlier?" Nai'er Buhua said angrily.

"Do you really think what he just said was just talk? Don't let Zhu Xiong Ying's young age fool you; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing, and he's extremely ruthless. Countless people have died at his hands. Do you think he was joking?"

"If we kill this envoy, we're all probably doomed!"

Although they were unwilling to lose their rights, it was a last resort.

"We haven't lost yet. We still have over 200,000 warriors. If we charge in one direction, we will surely be able to open a path. As long as we return to the grasslands, we will still be the eagles of the grasslands!"

"These people from the Central Plains want to catch up with us? That's wishful thinking. It won't be long before we can rise up again!"

After listening, everyone nodded. At that moment, a general hurriedly came to report.

"Grand Commandant, something terrible has happened! There's been a riot in the army. The messenger from the Central Plains just now brought a message: His Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty needs to establish prefectures and counties on the grasslands to distribute the land and livestock equally, so that every herdsman can have enough livestock and everyone can have enough to eat!"

"It's just that the leaders, in order to keep their own efforts, are exploiting those who disagree with this matter, and now our soldiers have a lot of complaints about it!"

Everyone's faces turned grim upon hearing this; no one had expected the Ming envoy to pull such a trick on them.

Nai'er Buhua was greatly shocked.

They are currently surrounded and their morale is already low. If such voices are allowed to grow, their remaining troops will likely have little fighting power left.

Thinking of this, he felt a surge of panic.

"Immediately! Pass down the order: no one is allowed to discuss these matters. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

Nai'er Buhua issued a gag order, and several heads fell to the ground in a flurry. No one dared to have any other thoughts, and they all tacitly accepted the matter.

After the messenger returned, he told Zhu Xiong Ying what had happened.

Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes lit up, and he looked at Xu Da beside him and said.

"Duke of Wei, now is the perfect opportunity to attack!"

Duke Xu Da of Wei nodded, agreeing that now was indeed the time, and immediately ordered all armies to launch a simultaneous attack.

The Mongol cavalry could still exert some fighting power, but their morale had declined and their fighting strength was much weaker than before, especially with the Ming army pressing in.

As the encirclement tightened, the number of Ming troops available increased, while the troops on the grasslands were compressed into the middle.

Almost every shell that landed took several lives.

(End of this chapter)