One Thousand One Hundred and Forty: Even if it’s a dragon, it has to be held by me
"As you command, my lord."
This old man seemed to have a very high reputation. Under his command, these subjects quickly formed a team and followed Yan Wan and others neatly towards the inn.
As for the man's body... Jin Yiwei had already dragged it to feed the dogs.
Collect the corpse?
Thinking too much.
Yan Wang didn't take the opportunity to show off. Killing your messenger would be enough to give you face, but don't be shameless.
After this incident, this group of people from the Western Regions also understood.
Over the past year, the Ming court seemed to have undergone some changes.
If they are still as domineering as before, I am afraid that all their efforts to give gifts to those officials and build relationships will not have the slightest effect.
Because their relationship...mostly with civil servants.
Military generals have always looked down on their vassal states, wishing they could break up the conflict as soon as possible and then send troops to conquer, so that they can gain military merit...
"Sir, thank you very much." Zhang Bai came to Yan Wan's side and whispered.
Yan Wang said slowly: "Thank me for what I did. You have to know that the reason why these vassal states exist is not that we don't fight, but that the gains outweigh the losses if we fight them.
So there is no need to give them face. As long as we are within the scope of our authority, we don't need to talk to them too much.
If they can bear it, they will. If you can't help it, you will die. Where does all this bullshit grace come from. "
Zhang Bai was obviously a little surprised by Yan Wan's remarks, but when he thought about it carefully, it was true...
"I heard about what happened last time. Those old fools in the Ministry of Rites took a lot of money from these barbarians."
Yan Huan glanced at him and said calmly: "I guess the grass on their graves must be about a foot high."
Last time, last year, it was the Ministry of Etiquette, one of the six departments, that took care of this matter. Only then did something happen at the celebration that ruined everyone's nature.
Later, it was also the guys from the Ministry of Rites who contacted other officials afterwards and came up with a joint memorial. The emperor was forced to take the matter lightly.
but……
After openly provoking the emperor's authority, no one in this group of people was spared. Along with their relatives and descendants, their homes were ransacked, and their deaths were miserable.
The people from the Ministry of Rites died well, after all, they collected the money first.
But other scholars and officials who were bewitched by them, many of whom thought they were honest, did not survive either.
Therefore, people like Wei Zheng, who pride themselves on being an upright official and are always willing to die for remonstrances, exist because the emperor wants to use this to show his benevolence and generosity.
If you have no brains and become bloated, the emperor won't mind killing you and replacing you with someone else.
Simply this time, in order to avoid trouble, the emperor directly asked Liu Fu's Dongchang to take over the matter.
Zhang Bo was also responsible for welcoming this group of people last year, but he suffered a lot. I thought that this year would be better, but I didn't expect that Yan Wan would just slash people with his sword without saying anything.
When the two sides meet, they should pave the way with blood.
Yan Wan glanced behind him and said softly: "Go back and arrange for these people to search everything on their bodies and in the car.
Secondly, when you go out for a trip, you need someone to accompany you. Write down all the people they come into contact with, what they say, what they do, what they eat, and what they buy.
If these people are dissatisfied and resist, then let them come to me. If something goes too far, just kill them directly. I will bear the consequences. "
Zhang Bai nodded: "I obey, my lord."
He now roughly understands this person's temper, resolute, ruthless, self-denial, and good at rules.
As a member of Dongchang, Yan Wang does not need to integrate into those bureaucratic rules, nor does he need to abide by them.
Dongjishi Factory is the emperor's sword, and Yan Wan is the tip of this sword. His duty is to crush all those who resist the emperor.
Now it seems that he has done very well at this point.
Rear convoy.
The girl thought of the big man who had just been trampled to death by Yan Wang in humiliation, her eyes turned slightly red, and she hesitated: "That's what Cazzatore is..."
"Shut up." The old man's eyes were so sharp that the girl subconsciously swallowed the next words and did not dare to say them out.
The old man looked ahead cautiously, then sighed softly, the wrinkles on his face becoming more obvious: "The Ming Dynasty didn't mind keeping pets.
He doesn't mind if the pet is naughty, but if it's too much, they naturally don't mind changing to a different pet, understand?
We are pets. To them, the battles between tribes are just two cats and dogs playing and fighting. "
The girl turned up her nose and muttered unconvincedly: "We have thirty thousand warriors..."
The old man sneered, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes: "In the Ming Dynasty alone, there are no less than two hundred thousand men wearing armor and controlling strings.
If they go out in full force, even if several major tribes unite, they will be nothing more than chickens and dogs under their iron heel.
Labadroel, you are still very young and have never experienced or seen that kind of scene. It is really... terrible. "
The old man seemed to recall memories that had been sealed for many years, with a look of fear and awe on his face.
That was... before the emperor ascended the throne, and he was still the prince at that time.
Like a black storm, boundless soldiers.
The sky and the earth were covered by a rain of arrows that covered the clouds and the sun.
Three meters high, an impenetrable shield wall.
They are like emotionless weapons of war, meat grinders, like demons with their bloody mouths open, approaching step by step, cannibalizing all enemies.
Everywhere they passed, whether humans, animals, or grasslands, were brutally destroyed and crushed...
After half a year, the countries in the Western Regions underwent a complete reshuffle, and the blood of the grassland people was spread throughout the Western Regions.
Countless small tribes disappeared under the iron heel.
If the last supply line hadn't lasted too long, these countries wouldn't have survived.
The old man still remembers clearly that the grass grew particularly lush that year.
Because that is a scene that can only grow under the nourishment of countless human lives.
"An eagle can soar in the sky with its wings spread." The old man caressed the girl's head and murmured: "But it is an eagle after all, and the Ming Dynasty is a dragon."
"Grandpa, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com I understand." Labazhuoer nodded sensibly, looking at the towering city wall in the distance, a deep awe appeared on his little face.
…
"This is where you rest."
Zhang Bai came to these people and pointed to several villas not far away: "Everything must be reported to us before doing it. Otherwise, if it violates the law, we will act in accordance with the law and will not tolerate it."
"Yes, sir." The old man took Labadroel's hand and directed the tribesmen to unload the things.
Zhang Bo turned his head and gestured to his subordinates: "Start checking and record every stitch and line."
Looking at these honest barbarians, Zhang Bai couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it is true that evil people have their own trials and tribulations.
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