Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 970 Mutiny

Chapter 970 Mutiny

The person sitting on top of this extremely charming and eye-catching platform is naturally Gui Lichi.

Gui Lichi stood on the high platform in a costume with a solemn expression. There were colorful flags fluttering around him and thousands of troops under his feet. In front of him was the vast sky and a ray of morning light that was just rising.

"Eternal Heaven." The scene in front of him and the excitement in his heart made him involuntarily start to pray to his own faith. "Look, how pitiful your people are. They are ragged, hungry, and cold, but they are driven to the battlefield for the desires of others, and they sacrifice their lives for the selfish desires of despicable people."

Standing on this high platform, Guilichi felt as if he had become a sage of the Mongolian people. At this moment, the core of the sage books he had read in the past, the new learning of the Ming Dynasty he had heard from others, and the dramas he had performed were integrated, completely reshaping his thoughts: "Mongolia needs the salvation of a benevolent and righteous army."

"Only by integrating into China can the Mongolians live and work in peace and contentment."

"The suffering of the grassland peoples for thousands of years is about to end completely... We must not allow black sheep like Azashili to hinder the integration of the Mongols and the Chinese!"

He felt his heart was more excited than ever before. He took two steps forward and sang the ballad he had written last night in Mongolian into the horn:

"The wind blows the yellow sand to cover the sun and the moon, and the children of the grassland shed tears. The years on horseback are long, and we travel all over the world in wind and rain."

"I work from sunrise to sunset, and the grass on the hillside is yellow with sheep and cattle. Time is ruthless and makes people grow old. Where can I hide from the hardship of life..."

The tone was desolate and filled with endless misery, and it drifted in all directions through several copper trumpets that had been placed in advance on the platform.

For a moment, the soldiers under Azashili looked at Guilichi on the platform in surprise. Azashili also frowned: "Who is this person? He is singing in our Mongolian language..."

"The melodious pastoral songs spread thousands of miles away, but who knows the sorrow in my heart? The grassland is vast and my heart is broad, but the years of hardship are like a knife cutting through me."

"I went to herd sheep with great difficulty, but when the snow came, all the sheep died. The chief forced them to be soldiers, leaving the old and the young in their tents."

"I rode a horse and drew a bow for three thousand miles, but nothing was gained. The shepherd's body was left at the edge of the Great Wall, all because of the leader's lust and greed."

"I returned home alone, only to find that all the cattle and sheep were gone. My parents starved to death on the snowy mountains, and my wife and children were kidnapped to feed me..."

The voice was still desolate and distant, and some people in the Tainingwei rebel camp had already begun to stir. These people were all Mongolians, so they could naturally understand what Guilichi was singing.

These people have more or less heard or experienced the content of the lyrics.

Almost all the Tainingwei rebels who were gathering slowed down involuntarily. They held their breath, raised their heads, and listened carefully to the voice from the platform.

Guilichi's lyrics successfully attracted the attention of these Mongolian people.

"...What are these guys doing?" Azashili became furious when he noticed that his army's morale had been shaken. He shouted at one of his trusted generals, "Go, supervise the battle at the front."

"Kill all those who dare to delay! Kill them all!"

He was already in a hurry, but these guys under him actually had time to listen to music?

Azashili had always been a noble on the grassland, so naturally he would not feel that there was anything shaking about this Mongolian ballad.

The trusted generals took the order and left. On the high platform, Guilichi changed his tone and his voice became sonorous.

"Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty has good policies. We can exchange wool for money and food. The Central Plains caravans are always on the road, and the Chinese grasslands are connected."

"No need to fight or plunder, the family members are full of smiles. The Han brothers help each other, the mountains are full of cattle and sheep, and the rice jars are full."

"I never expected that the chieftain would rebel and force me to abandon my homeland. The future is dark and there is no way out. I have to seek the chieftain's power and wealth!"

"Bastards! What are you listening to! Hurry up and draw your swords! Charge towards the Ming army!" On the other side, the trusted generals arranged by Azhashili to supervise the battle had arrived. They lashed the rebel soldiers with their horsewhips like raindrops, causing a commotion in the team.

The team began to move forward involuntarily.

The Ming army naturally saw the commotion of the Mongols. However, the difference in numbers between the enemy and us was too great, and the general who received the order did not dare to take it lightly. The flags on the earthen hill were flying, and the Ming army quickly formed a battle array.

Guilichi's song continued, and the two armies met amid the song.

The Tainingwei rebels were disturbed by the songs and were not as aggressive as they were yesterday. They were soon pushed back by the Ming army. Azashili's henchmen, who was in charge of supervising the battle, were furious and forced the retreating rebels to move forward. "Quick! Keep pushing forward!"

"Sir!" A centurion begged for mercy: "The Ming army's weapons and muskets are powerful, let us take a break..."

"What are you panting for?" The henchman drew his sword and cursed. "You bastards, are you trying to collude with the Ming people?"

"Go! Go! If you dare to disobey the King of Liao again, I will kill you all!"

Similar situations occurred one after another on the front lines. The Ming army fought hard to defend, like a rock beaten by the tide. The Tainingwei rebels were constantly defeated and driven back by the supervisory team, eroding the Ming army's defenses one after another.

"The future is dark and there is no clear path forward, all we have to do is to fight for human rights and wealth..." Guilichi's song continued, and its desolate tone pointed directly to the hearts of these rebel soldiers, causing some of them to begin to shed tears.

All the people in the grassland tribe are soldiers. These soldiers were originally ordinary herdsmen from the Tainingwei tribe... This ballad is simply singing about the misery of these low-level herdsmen. What reason do they have not to shed tears?

Just as the ballad said, originally, a good life was already before their eyes. They had not encountered war for a long time, and raising cattle and sheep and trading with Han caravans in the market were enough to provide them with everything they needed to survive.

They don’t have to send their parents to the snowy mountains to starve to death because of insufficient food rations, nor do they have to risk their lives to plunder. They don’t have to become slaves because of a defeat and be forced to hand over their wives and daughters to the enemy. The Ming court will guarantee their survival. When there is no food in winter, the caravans and the envoys of the Ming court will bring them food rations. Even if they work on the Ming ranch, they can live with dignity and don’t have to worry about whether there will be a tomorrow...

All of this became a dream because his leader Azashili rebelled against the Ming Dynasty.

However, tears were useless. The fierce and ferocious supervisors still cruelly urged them to attack the Ming army, wantonly consuming their lives.

(End of this chapter)