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

Chapter 629 The Intimidation of the Dynasty

The afterglow of dusk shone on the battlefield, the setting sun like blood, reflecting the devastation on the land.

Zhu Xiong Ying stood on high ground, looking down at the prisoners below. Those once arrogant tribal leaders had long lost their former arrogance.

They knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

The outcome of the battle was decided, and the resistance of these western tribes was utterly defeated.

"Order the entire army to set up camp on the spot and prepare for the trial."

Zhu Xiong's tone was calm, but his voice carried an undeniable authority in the air.

Li Jinglong nodded and immediately ordered his soldiers to organize the camp and escort the prisoners to a safe holding area.

As darkness fell, although the fighting had ended, Zhu Xiong Ying remained vigilant.

He understood that although the tribal rebellion had been quelled, the Ming Dynasty still needed stronger deterrence and deeper rule to completely stabilize the borders.

He walked slowly into the command tent, his gaze lingering on the map on the table.

He had already routed several tribes to the west, but some small tribes to the north were still observing the situation.

They haven't taken any action yet, but Zhu Xiong Ying knows that if they don't thoroughly deter them this time, there could be more trouble in the future.

"Everyone must understand that the only consequence of rebelling against the Ming Dynasty is the extermination of their entire clan."

He made a decision in his heart, his eyes shining with determination.

Just then, Lan Yu hurriedly walked into the tent, a hint of excitement on her face.

"Your Highness, the chiefs of the western tribes have all been brought to justice and are ready for trial at any time."

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded slightly and said slowly, "Now that we're ready, let's take them to the front lines."

"I want all the soldiers to see with their own eyes that anyone who betrays the Ming Dynasty will pay a terrible price."

Lan Yu immediately accepted the order and went to make preparations.

Zhu Xiong Ying stood in the tent, quietly awaiting the start of the trial.

He knew that this was not just a trial, but a performance to demonstrate the power of the Ming Dynasty to all the tribes.

As night fell, a temporary trial platform had been set up in the camp's square.

Hundreds of soldiers stood in neat rows around the judge's bench, weapons in hand, their eyes cold and stern.

Zhu Xiong Ying walked up to the high platform, her figure as upright as a mountain.

His gaze swept over the prisoners before him, and he saw that these once invincible tribal leaders were now shrouded in the shadow of defeat.

“You were once the leaders of the western tribes.”

"But you chose to betray the Ming Dynasty."

“Now, I, Zhu Xiong Ying, am here to personally convict you of treason.”

Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was loud and firm, like a sharp blade piercing straight into the hearts of these leaders.

Their faces were deathly pale, their legs trembling, but they no longer had the courage to defend themselves.

"Your rebellion has utterly failed."

"There is only one fate for traitors—death."

Zhu Xiong Ying's gaze was like a knife, coldly sweeping over the prisoners kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, the soldiers had already prepared the executioner's blade and axe.

Li Jinglong stood to the side, his gaze carrying a hint of coldness.

"Your Highness, everything is ready. Shall we proceed now?"

He asked in a low voice, his tone filled with anticipation for the trial.

Zhu Xiong Ying did not give the order immediately, but slowly walked to the front of the formation to face the leaders who were about to be executed.

“You betrayed the Ming Dynasty, and you should pay the price for it.”

His tone was cold and ruthless.

One of the prisoners' leaders suddenly raised his head, a desperate madness flashing in his eyes.

"Zhu Xiong Ying! Don't think you can get away with this so easily!"

"Even if we die, more tribes will rise up to resist your Great Ming!" he roared through gritted teeth, as if trying to provoke a frenzied counterattack at the last moment.

However, Zhu Xiong Ying's expression remained completely calm, as if he had already seen through everything.

"you are wrong."

He responded coldly, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Your defeat has made it clear to all the tribes that there is only one way out: to rebel against the Ming Dynasty."

"From today onwards, no one will dare to act rashly."

Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was firm and powerful, echoing throughout the entire camp.

The tribal chiefs who were kneeling on the ground all lowered their heads, their will to resist completely collapsing under Zhu Xiong Ying's oppressive power.

At this moment, Zhu Xiong Ying raised his hand and slowly gave the order: "Execute."

At his command, the soldiers raised their blades and brought down several leaders' heads, which rolled to the ground instantly, staining the ground red with blood.

This scene plunged the entire camp into a brief silence.

All the soldiers witnessed this shocking trial, their eyes filled with utmost awe and resolve.

"You must remember, betraying the Ming Dynasty means certain death."

Zhu Xiong Ying stood on the high platform, his voice calm yet full of authority.

"Anyone, regardless of which tribe or leader, who dares to rebel will suffer the same fate."

He coldly surveyed everyone before him, his aura as heavy as a mountain, making it impossible for anyone to breathe.

This was not only a trial of the prisoners, but also a warning to all the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

Lan Yu stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Your Highness, this trial will surely deter all the tribes, and they will no longer dare to act rashly."

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded slightly, but his eyes still showed deep thought.

"The western tribes have been defeated, but some small tribes in the north have not yet expressed their opinions."

"While this trial has deterred them, we need to take further action to completely stabilize the situation."

He spoke in a deep voice, a calm light flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Lan Yu immediately nodded and replied, "This subordinate understands. We will continue to strengthen our surveillance of these tribes and take immediate action should any movement occur."

Zhu Xiong Ying smiled slightly and patted Lan Yu on the shoulder.

"This battle is just the beginning; the road ahead is long."

"But as long as we maintain our current determination and strength, the borders of the Ming Dynasty will eventually be secured, and all rebels will be completely eliminated."

His tone was firm, and his eyes shone with unwavering confidence.

Lan Yu and Li Jinglong both bowed respectfully, their hearts filled with awe for Zhu Xiong Ying.

At this moment, the soldiers in the camp were also whispering among themselves about this shocking trial.

They knew that Zhu Xiong Ying's swift and decisive execution of these traitors was not only to quell the unrest, but also to send a strong signal to everyone—the power of the Ming Dynasty was unshakeable.

"Pass down the order: continue the advance tomorrow and completely wipe out the remaining troops in the west."

Zhu Xiong Ying gave the final order and turned to leave the judge's bench.

Li Jinglong and Lan Yu immediately began to carry out the orders, and the entire Ming army camp once again began to operate in a tense but orderly manner.

As night deepened, Zhu Xiong Ying returned to his command tent, sat down at his desk, and pondered the future situation.

Although the immediate crisis has subsided, he understands that the small tribes to the north are still watching.

Only through repeated victories and deterrence can these tribes be completely subjugated to the rule of the Ming Dynasty.

"This war is far from over."

He silently recited it in his heart, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

The future of the Ming Dynasty is in his hands.

This time, he will not give any enemy a chance to retaliate.

The battle horn has sounded, and every step forward will determine the fate of the frontier.

(End of this chapter)