Zhu Houzhao roared wildly, but Batumonk turned a deaf ear and said calmly: "Your Majesty the Emperor, the cavalry camp has not yet admitted defeat, how can it stop?"

While speaking, Batumonk looked straight at Zhu Houzhao, showing an aggressive look on his face.

He knew very well that the Ming Dynasty court was very clear. They kept their promises and talked about so-called benevolence. Therefore, as the Tatar Khan, he was not worried at all about what the angered and angry Emperor of the Ming Dynasty could do to him.

Batumonk had no respect for Zhu Houzhao because he won. According to the rules of the desert, the winner was the king, while the loser was not even a bandit. Either he was killed or he could only become a slave to the winner.

He looked at Zhu Houzhao's distorted face and saw that the fire almost ejaculated in Zhu Houzhao's eyes. He didn't care at all. Even at this time, the killing in the school ground was still continuing.

The Knight Camp fulfilled the promise they kept. Although they were not opponents of the Tatars, they were still making the final resistance.

They can lose, or even escape with thoughts, but today, they have no way to escape, and His Majesty is here.

In full view of everyone, they carried such great expectations and inherited the reputation of their ancestors. But now, they gritted their teeth one by one. Even though they knew they would die, they still blocked the car. In the end, they were knocked away by the Tatars who laughed wildly, and their bones were shattered by the horse's hooves. When the scimitar was scratched, their blood splattered, but they still wanted to fight back.

After today, there will be no more cavalry camp.

And even so, they still put their curtains in this most heroic way.

Zhang Shao was already crazy and his body was covered in blood. He staggered forward, with the only remaining person, and he fell off his horse. He watched the war horses sprinting forward, and the horse's hooves roared. He leaned on the ground with a knife, gasping for breath, with anger and unwillingness, and a little helpless.

Zhu Houzhao was furious, he went completely crazy: "I said..." He said with red eyes: "Enough! Come..."

Everyone couldn't bear to go to see the school grounds, but was attracted by Zhu Houzhao on the stage. They had never seen the little emperor so angry that he had a lot of murderous intent.

Zhu Houzhao has never had the strong anger of wanting to kill someone today...

Batumonk seemed a little hesitant.

And at this moment, a group of Tatars cheered behind him.

Zhang Shao's head had fallen, and the scimitar almost cut off his head. The blood-stained head was now picked up by Zulu. The Tatars pulled their horses around him, and raised the bloody sword high, making a huge cheer.

This scene... made Zhu Houzhao's body shake, his face pale, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He finally paid the price for his willfulness and deeds. These people who shouted that His Majesty were here were separated from each other because of his willfulness and were broken...

Zhu Houzhao's anger was extremely high, but at this moment, he was speechless. He just looked at Batumonk: "I will kill you, I will definitely. I will kill all your tribe members, I will kill your wife and your son until you are in pain, I..."

His eyes were red, and he couldn't help it. Tears fell down and wet his clothes. He felt a tightness and pain in his chest, which made him so much.

No one made any noise. In the roar of the Tatars, everyone was both sad and angry and helpless.

Zhu Houzhao tried hard to hold back her tears, but the tears were like flooding floods and could not be cured. He was so angry that he trembled with anger. Liu Jin, who was beside him, hurriedly supported him. Zhu Houzhao looked sideways and said fiercely: "Get out! Get out!"

But Batumonk smiled and said, "Your Majesty, can our agreement still count?"

The agreement... is naturally the food and grass that the Ming Dynasty had promised before.

Within March, enough to feed the Tatars to make them spend this year's food and grass to the Tatars.

Now, the Golden Tent Guard won a complete victory, and it was time for Zhu Houzhao to keep his promise.

Several important officials had already come out of the coloring shed, and one of them looked at Zhu Houzhao. At this moment, everyone was speechless because... they lost too badly, too badly...

The vassal ministers emerged from their sheds, and each looked at their heads and had their own thoughts.

After all, the Ming Dynasty was no longer the once terrifying Ming Dynasty, no longer the Ming Dynasty that expelled the Tartars in the Hongwu Dynasty and beat the unjust officials during the reign of Emperor Wen. The vassal ministers consciously realized it later, but today, they seemed to have figured out the details.

Facing Batumonk's questioning, Zhu Houzhao's lips trembled, and he couldn't make a sound. He just gritted his teeth, stared at Batumonk with a cold look...

This puts many people in a dilemma, and Liu Jian and others are in a dilemma. Today, they are suffering from such a great humiliation. Will the court still have to cut their flesh and feed the wolf?

But once we deny it, where should we place the faithfulness of the Ming Dynasty?

No one said anything, only Zhu Houzhao faced this dilemma, but was unable to make a choice.

"Sweat!" At this time, a clear voice came out.

Batumonk looked sideways and found it was Ye Chunqiu.

He could feel the anger from this young man, and even when the young man was talking to him, his eyes seemed to have crossed his shoulders and looked towards the school ground, as if he was looking at the corpses all over the ground, and as the head of the commander of the dignified Beijing camp was thrown into the sky like a ball by the Tatars.

Ye Chunqiu took a deep breath, his voice was deeply cold: "Shan, my Ming Dynasty is based on faith and righteousness. Since I have made a promise, I will naturally keep my promise. Your Majesty is discomfort now, but he will never deny it."

Batumonk looked at Ye Chunqiu incisively and smiled. He actually hated Ye Chunqiu deeply in his heart. If Ye Chunqiu hadn't discovered his plan, why would he cause this trouble? But now, he is still the winner after all!

Batumonk laughed twice and said with a smug smile: "Mr. Ye is really tactful, oh, after you say this, Xiao Han remembers that Ye Xiu also said that my Golden Site Guard would win. Today, my Golden Site Guard fulfills his mission, thanks to Mr. Ye Xiu."

After he said this, countless pairs of eyes were already looking at Ye Chunqiu with resentment.

They had reason to be angry. At the beginning, you said that the Tatars would win, but now, you are arrogant and dared to bypass the emperor and promise to give the Tatars food and supplies.

In fact, from a rational point of view, every word and deed of Ye Chunqiu is correct, but most people in this world cannot be rational, let alone at this time.

What qualifications do you have to agree to Batumonk?
Chapter completed!