Chapter 116: One Word Commands Ten Thousand People
Chapter 116: One Word to Ten Thousand People
The night is as dark as ink, under the blue sky,
One camp after another rose from the ground, like giant beasts crawling on the earth.
The wall of the village was high, and the firelight was shining on it.
The front army camp gate was tightly closed and heavily guarded, with patrolling soldiers passing through.
The sound of armor and weapons clashing echoed in the night.
In a corner of the camp, there was a heavily guarded area where 20,000 Northern Yuan prisoners were held.
At this moment, this place seems particularly depressing.
A team of more than a hundred soldiers escorted Lu Yunyi and the Princess of Beiyuan to this place.
The unpleasant smell that hit him made Lu Yunyi frown.
He turned his head to look at the Princess of Beiyuan, whose cheeks were swollen but still looked beautiful.
Seeing that she looked normal, with a hint of expectation in her eyes,
Lu Yunyi didn't plan to say anything, and ordered the soldiers to open the guarded camp.
The chain swayed and squeaked slowly, clear and pleasant to the ear.
The door slowly opened, and everything that came into view made Lu Yunyi frown slightly.
The coldness in the eyes of Princess Beiyuan disappeared in an instant, replaced by tenderness and compassion.
Thousands of prisoners were sitting or lying together.
His eyes were filled with confusion, fear and despair.
A slight cold wind blew, bringing a bit of chill.
The dust and strange smell on the ground were blown up, making the whole area filled with an indescribable mess and filth.
The fence was crude and shaky, as if it might collapse at any time.
The prisoners were ragged, haggard, and covered in mud and dirt.
Their moans, whispers, and occasional cries intertwined together.
It was like the waves were getting bigger and bigger, and finally formed into a series of wailing sounds.
In this dark and dirty environment, they seemed to be deprived of everything and could only wait helplessly for an unknown fate.
The wind blew over the captives, taking away some of the warmth from their bodies, but it could not blow away the fear and numbness in their hearts.
This place of imprisonment seems to be a microcosm of the Ming Dynasty's destruction of the Yuan Dynasty.
The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit!
Princess Bei Yuan took in everything in front of her, her body trembling slightly.
I just felt a little dizzy, my eyes went dark, and I fell backwards.
Lu Yunyi's eyes widened suddenly, he cursed inwardly, and hurried forward to support him.
The face of the Princess of Beiyuan was filled with sorrow under the dim flames.
Two lines of tears flowed slowly, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping.
Seeing that she had no intention of opening her eyes, Lu Yunyi quickly reached out and pinched her philtrum.
After pressing hard a few times, Princess Beiyuan slowly opened her eyes, grabbed Lu Yunyi's arm fiercely, and pleaded:
"Please. Please. Give them some food, just a little."
The originally dignified Princess of Beiyuan seemed to have taken off all her disguises at this moment.
Revealing the sorrow that is unique to women,
Even words that are difficult to say are said calmly.
After seeing these people of the grassland, the last bit of pride in her heart was completely shattered.
I also really realized that
The Great Yuan Dynasty no longer exists, and the Northern Yuan Dynasty has also gone with the wind.
Now the only one who can support the Northern Yuan Dynasty is herself.
Lu Yunyi's face was solemn, his brows slightly furrowed.
He pulled his hand out of the cold hand of Princess Beiyuan, straightened it, and spoke coldly:
"Gathering quickly will keep them from going hungry for a while.
Otherwise, I don't know how many people will be killed or injured tonight.
Rather than dying here, it is better to die on the battlefield and let others live."
Princess Beiyuan's eyes trembled back and forth, lingering on Lu Yunyi's young face.
After a long while, she finally let out a miserable laugh:
"You Ming people have such cruel hearts."
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I am willing to admit defeat."
Lu Yunyi said something and waved to the side: "Bring the loudspeaker."
Soon, a soldier came running over with a brass trumpet in his hand.
After being improved by military craftsmen, the trumpet no longer has the weight it once had.
In order to facilitate carrying, the craftsman even made the speaker open.
When you need it, unfold it and hang it on the designated buckle.
The corresponding armrests are also detachable, making it convenient to carry.
Lu Yunyi waved his hand, and the soldiers around him also took out their trumpets and ran away.
In this way, what the Princess of Beiyuan said will be told to the grassland people in front of them to the greatest extent.
Then Lu Yunyi handed over the loudspeaker and said coldly:
"Let's start. Speak in the small circle and your voice will be amplified."
Princess Beiyuan pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, her expression was solemn, and determination returned to her eyes.
The grassland nobles were useless, the Khan died early, and Tianbao's slaves disappeared.
Now only she can save these grassland people.
"Zhuola Qiqige, you can't bend your waist. You are the last backbone of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. The people are still waiting for you to save them."
Princess Beiyuan muttered silently to herself, looking into the distance.
One after another, the sallow faces appeared in her mind, making her feel guilty.
Seeing that she was ready, Lu Yunyi picked up a loudspeaker, walked forward, and shouted at the captive in front of him:
"Everyone look here, your princess is here!"
The Princess of Beiyuan is indeed the deity in their hearts.
As soon as these words came out, a glimmer of light appeared in the dry eyes of the many captives who were lying on the ground wailing.
I struggled to get up, using all my strength, and looked into the darkness in the distance.
Some people in front also looked over.
A familiar figure appeared before their eyes.
I don't know where the anger came from.
I began to climb forward using my hands and feet, hoping to get closer and closer.
But soon, a series of sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard.
Dozens of feather arrows attacked, and the sound of piercing flesh and blood was endless!
More than a dozen people lying in the front fell to the ground one after another, wailing.
But their eyes were fixed forward, hoping to see the figure hidden in the darkness.
He used all his strength in his hands and feet to drag his body forward little by little.
Their miserable appearance did not stop the people behind them from continuing to climb, and they even climbed faster.
Whoosh whoosh—
The bows and crossbows fired again, and this time the number of people who fell was not ten, but a hundred!
When Princess Beiyuan saw this, she screamed shrilly and clenched her fists and fiercely dropped them towards Lu Yunyi who was standing beside her:
"stop!!!"
But Lu Yunyi stopped him lightly.
He grabbed Princess Beiyuan's wrist and lifted her arm high.
Then Lu Yunyi's voice rang out:
"Your princess is right here. Now you need to stop what you are doing and stand still. If you take another step forward, your princess will suffer!"
The sound spreads a little bit through the speaker and becomes more powerful.
The soldiers holding loudspeakers also spread the sound little by little.
A strange thing happened. The originally chaotic team gradually calmed down.
The grassland man at the front stopped crawling and froze his body in place to block the push from behind.
There was a different light shining in their eyes, that of hope and peace of mind.
They saw it, in the dim firelight, they saw the figure they had been thinking about day and night,
The figure who appeared outside the tent every day and distributed food to them,
But he seemed much more haggard.
At the front was a young man in his twenties, hunched over and thin.
When he saw the princess in such a state, his eyes trembled slightly, tears flowed out, and he mumbled something incoherently.
Then, while squeezing through the people rushing over from behind, he took out a dark object from his left bosom. "Eat, Princess. Eat."
The boy's voice was unclear, his hands were raised high, and the dim light reflected his anxious face.
Lu Yunyi, who was standing nearby, had his face hidden in the darkness, staring at the scene in front of him quietly.
He suddenly realized that most of the people present were in their twenties, and there were very few people in their thirties.
"what is that?"
Lu Yunyi's voice was cold and quiet, without the slightest ripple.
Princess Beiyuan stood there with her hands held high, her palms clenched so tightly that they turned white.
Her red lips opened and closed slightly several times but no sound came out.
After a long time, he spoke in a slightly choked voice:
"Cud."
Lu Yunyi was stunned and nodded slightly to show that he understood.
Cattle and sheep often digest the hay they eat for a period of time and then return it to their mouths to chew it back and forth, which is called rumination, commonly known as chewing the cud.
“Eat, eat.”
More and more people are pulling out dark things from nowhere.
Hands were raised under the light.
But in front of the huge crowd, it still seems small and rare.
The dim firelight illuminated Lu Yunyi's face, flickering.
He took a deep breath and spoke in a cold voice:
"Hurry up."
The night was as dark as ink, and the wind on the grassland was bitingly cold.
The torches burned brightly, illuminating the confused faces.
The Princess of Beiyuan stood under the firelight, her figure elongated, appearing noble and lonely.
There was a complex light flashing in her eyes, showing both determination and helplessness.
She raised the brass trumpet in her hand little by little,
His eyes slowly closed, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long time they slowly opened.
She took a deep breath and spoke in a calm voice, with a hint of kindness:
"Come with me, we're going to fight."
After saying this, the Princess of Beiyuan seemed to have lost all her strength.
The arm holding the brass trumpet swung down,
It fell from her hands and her body began to shake a little.
Lu Yunyi did not go to support Princess Beiyuan again, because his eyes were filled with astonishment at this moment.
The sound spread out along with the brass trumpet, and the originally noisy team suddenly became quiet.
Those who had raised their hands to hold the cud lowered their arms and stood there silently, as if waiting for something?
Lu Yunyi was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked.
The already turbulent lake of my heart became even more turbulent.
It's that simple?
The long speech he expected and the possible prisoner rebellion did not occur.
Even the calmness displayed by Princess Beiyuan was as simple as drinking water and eating.
This is sending people to their deaths, how can it be so simple?
Princess Beiyuan turned her head and looked at Lu Yunyi who was standing quietly.
Taking in the astonishment and stupor in his eyes,
She even saw a hint of kindness hidden in the deepest part of his eyes.
For some reason, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Princess Beiyuan's mouth, but it quickly disappeared.
Princess Beiyuan tidied herself up a bit, walked up to Lu Yunyi and spoke softly:
"Let's go."
In this way, it took only about a quarter of an hour from entering the camp to leaving it.
Even the Princess of the Northern Yuan Dynasty only said a few words to those grassland people.
Let those ragged people follow closely.
In the front army tent, dim lights flickered.
Lan Yu stood in front of the sand table with his hands behind his back and a frown on his face.
At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps, and Jiang Li, dressed as a soldier, walked over quickly.
He frowned, with an expression of disbelief and shock on his face. He just stood there motionless. After a long while, he uttered a slightly tired voice:
"Twenty thousand grassland captives have left the camp. Marquis Dingyuan is already gathering soldiers and coordinating military equipment in preparation for a fierce attack."
"So fast?" Lan Yu turned his head and looked at Jiang Li with suspicion.
Jiang Li nodded with difficulty under his gaze:
"General, the status of the Princess of Beiyuan in the hearts of those grassland people may be higher than we thought?"
Lan Yu frowned slightly, looking puzzled.
"She only needs one sentence to make those grassland people willingly go to their deaths."
"A word?"
Jiang Li nodded. When he thought about it now, he still felt a little fearful and even a little scared.
"Yes, one sentence."
As the words fell, murderous intent was revealed in Lan Yu's eyes, and his fists clenched little by little:
"A woman has such ability?"
Jiang Li's face was serious, and he spoke in a deep voice:
"I have also read the letters written by Lu Yunyi.
The princess of the Northern Yuan Dynasty was of high status among the grassland people and was regarded as a god.
But its roots are from the Tantric Buddhism that was circulated during the Northern Yuan Dynasty.
They call themselves sinners and their only purpose in this life is to atone for their sins.”
Lan Yu frowned, and the murderous intent in his heart could not be suppressed. He turned back suddenly and stared at Jiang Li:
"What do you want to say?"
There was a hint of fluctuation on Jiang Li's featureless face, which was meaningful.
He spoke in a heavy tone and said calmly:
"Your Majesty once relied on Buddhism. After the Ming Dynasty was established, the Shanshiyuan was established. The rank was second grade, in charge of the Buddhist affairs of the Ming Dynasty.
Six years ago, the Buddhist Records Office was changed to a new one, Buddhist officials were appointed, and the imperial court selection system was changed.
However, the imperial court deliberately suppressed it, and Buddhism still flourished in the Ming Dynasty, with countless people believing in it.
There are even some monks in Longxiang Jiqing Temple who lend money on tiger skins, earning a 100% annual profit."
"Does it matter? Where can we get money from tiger skin?" Lan Yu snorted coldly, staring at Jiang Li.
"The horror of Tantra is revealed today.
I would like to ask the general to go to the front line in person to see the crazy behavior of those grassland people and then report the matter to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The monks in the Ming Dynasty are still peaceful now, just trying to make some money.
However, there are some nunneries in various places, which are full of filth and provide entertainment for some country gentlemen.
Even in the border areas, there were cases of nunneries colluding with street scoundrels.
They kidnapped girls from decent families and forced them into prostitution.
As long as the imperial court instructs the various places, these can be controlled.
However, the mind techniques taught by Tantra can deceive people and must be guarded against.”
Jiang Li's face was extremely solemn, and his eyes were full of fear.
He was engaged in sinister activities.
But even if they were trained further, neither the Inspectors nor the Embroidered Uniform Guards could produce such fanatical people.
He knows better than anyone how terrible some people are.
It doesn't take many, just ten and the Ming Dynasty's Jinyiwei will reach a higher level.
But now, it’s as much as 20,000!
There are still tens of thousands of people in the front and middle armies.
When he saw how easily the Princess of Northern Yuan ordered the captives around, he wished he could show up right there and kill her with one blow.
Lan Yu turned sideways, took in his expression, frowned, and nodded gently:
"I understand. I will report this to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince when I return."
After saying that, Lan Yu took a step forward and took the head armor and long sword from the shelf on the side:
"Go and see."
(End of this chapter)