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Chapter six hundred and seventy-eight: this battle will be won (seventh more)

All the dynasties dispersed one after another.

Many people are helpless, and many even feel a little chill.

His Majesty promised a duel to Batumonk, which was already a very nonsense. How could the dignified Emperor Ming do such a nonsense? This time it was not only a shameful person in the palace, but the entire Ming Dynasty was afraid that he would not be able to raise his head.

What's even more terrifying is that if this duel is lost, the consequences can be imagined. This is by no means a joke, because the Ming Dynasty cannot lose. If a thousand cavalry cannot match the three hundred guards of Batumonk, how big a joke will it cause? Once it loses, the Ming Dynasty will have to hand over the food and grass, and the Tatars can continue to show off their power. Although the consequences this time are far from that of the Tumu Fort, they are far-reaching enough. After all, there are still many tribes in the desert who surrender to the Ming Dynasty, and they hope to be protected by the Ming Dynasty. If at this moment, the Ming Dynasty was beaten to the ground by the Tatars, where is the prestige of the Ming Dynasty? Are these people willing to surrender to the Ming Dynasty?

There are too many unpredictable things that may happen, and all of this is based on losing.

Ye Chunqiu was mixed in the crowd and was not kept by Zhu Houzhao. Perhaps at this time, Zhu Houzhao felt that he had made a big mistake and was difficult to face Ye Chunqiu.

Ye Chunqiu dispersed with everyone and returned to the Attendant Room. In the Attendant Room, Wang Hanlin was still telling others about the scene in the Baohe Palace in vivid detail.

"Your Majesty was furious when he heard Batumonk's words. Batumonk's words were like a knife. Your Majesty is young... Speaking of which, this duel is a bit ridiculous, but since Your Majesty opened a golden mouth, what can you do? But then again, this time, the Ming Dynasty dispatched a thousand cavalry. When this cavalry was Emperor Wen, it had defeated the Mongolian tribes. It should be no problem to have the warriors of this cavalry camp. But Batumonk is really hateful. He is too arrogant. Do you really think that there is no one in the Ming Dynasty? Let's see, the cavalry camp is one of the three major camps. With the Shenji camp, the three thousand battalions are all elites of the Ming Dynasty that cannot be underestimated. Moreover, they use the crowd to attack the few. According to me, the chance of victory is great."

In fact, many of the Hanlins of the Attendant were quite young. When they heard this, they said that the court could do this, and it was not good to do so, but they became interested in it and even brought some passion.

The Tatars repeatedly invaded the border, which made the court complain. Now there is a chance to teach the Tatars a lesson, and they said one by one, "The cavalry camp will attack the Tatars, and these Tatars are unaware of their goodness and failure."

"The arrogant army will be defeated. The Tatar king thought he had a plan and even brazenly provoked our Ming Dynasty. This time, he had to give them some strength to see."

"It is true that it is said that knowing oneself and oneself, knowing one's enemy, wins every battle, the Tatars..."

They were discussing eagerly that even the official duties were left behind, and they were talking nonsense, but they were all excited and excited tone.

When they saw Ye Chunqiu coming in, Zheng Shixue waved to Ye Chunqiu and said, "Mr. Ye Xiu is here just right. You are a trainer. You know the most about this."

Ye Chunqiu saw the faces of many people with pleasure and enthusiasm, and couldn't help but feel speechless, but he still stepped forward and saluted Zheng Shixue.

The colleagues on the side laughed and said in a lingering manner: "Yes, Ye Xiu, tell me, can our cavalry camp beat the Tatars?"

"Mr. Ye Xiu knows military strategy best, and we are convinced. Is this true? Ask Mr. Ye Xiu right?"

"Written by Ye Xiu, come and tell us..."

Ye Chunqiu was not in a good mood. Looking at his excited faces, he could understand this feeling very well. Everyone couldn't help but be more confident in themselves. After all, they were just Hanlin, not those nobles who knew the shortcomings of the country in the shelves.

Although Ye Chunqiu was helpless, he still said, "I don't know if you want to hear the truth or the lies."

Then everyone in the attendant room was silent.

Ye Chunqiu said this, and the meaning is very obvious in this context.

Many people showed embarrassment, and Zheng Shixue hurriedly said, "What, does editor Ye Xiu have no confidence in the cavalry camp?"

Ye Chunqiu really didn't want to fool people. Although he knew that they were all looking forward to it, he still sighed and said, "The officials thought that whether it was a decisive victory or a battle on the battlefield, they always had to worry about defeat first."

Although this sentence is already very tactful, it still pours a basin of cold water on many people, pouring the passion and enthusiasm in everyone's hearts clean. Some people may even secretly blame Ye Chunqiu for his crow's mouth.

So everyone lost interest in chatting and dispersed silently.

Zheng Shixue just shook his head at Ye Chunqiu and couldn't help but say, "Comrade Ye Xiu, I know what you said makes sense, but... why do you want to feel cold to everyone's heart? Alas..."

Ye Chunqiu bowed to him and said, "The official is wrong."

Ye Chunqiu didn't say anything else, and silently returned to his desk, pretending to do his official duties, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

This duel is obviously not a joke, it is not just about entertainment and appreciation. It may be related to the rise in the strength of the Tatars, but also to the face and prestige of the Ming Dynasty.

Once he loses, it will be unimaginable, but Ye Chunqiu does not expect too much about it.

He felt depressed and couldn't help laughing when he was worried. He seemed to be a little worried about the country and the people.

But after thinking carefully, I have become the Hanlin official in the Ming Dynasty. The more capable I have, I should bear the responsibility. Since the literati and officials are for the ruling class, if they have any thoughts that they have nothing to do with them, then they are really shameless. Whoever has achieved all his strength will bear the responsibility? Do you have to let the peddlers and those who are mediocre and exploited worry about the world first and then enjoy the world after the happiness?

He suddenly realized and couldn't help thinking: "I wonder if it is feasible to provide a batch of weapons to the Knight Camp as soon as possible? Alas, they have always been used to using their own weapons. Even if they provide them, they may not be able to use them. There is no need to cram in this world."

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Chunqiu had to give up his thoughts and concentrate on looking at the official document.

When the sky got darker, I left the palace with everyone with all my thoughts.

The news soon spread throughout the capital, and the entire capital suddenly fell into a sense of excitement.

Perhaps this is an extremely bad thing for the cabinet, but for the vast majority of mediocre and good people, it is like giving them a shot of a heart-warming agent.

As a result, there were all kinds of rumors inside and outside the court, and it was very lively for a while.

(To be continued.)
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