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These words directly revealed their chests, which was quite a bit like giving advice. No one else dared to answer the conversation, only Atai claimed to have a high status and dared to say something.

"Xing Hebo's eyes are far away. I think His Majesty is even more frightening to see him. Xiao Wang is a little expectant and a little scared."

A gust of wind blew, and the smoke that had originally had a lot of artistic conception was blown away, without any beauty.

Fang Xing smiled and looked cold.

"What is foundation? That is inheritance."

Fang Xing saw that the nobles were listening to the translation, and slowly said: "The inheritance of the Han people is too long and has been rooted in the bloodline of the Han people. In the bone marrow, no matter how cruel or powerful a foreign race can not rule the Han people for a long time, because that inheritance will awaken the indomitable rebellion in their bloodline. We will continue to continue and never surrender. No matter how powerful a foreign race is, we will have to get out, just like the arrogant Mongol people back then."

Atai could no longer take it, because there were many Tatars in the Mongol Empire back then.

Fang Xing smiled and said confidently: "Remember, live a good life, so that everyone will be fine."

At this time, a nobleman suddenly shouted, Fang Xing looked at it, and the general translator said, "Brother, he said he is not a Han Chinese, what should I do?"

Tang Sai'er also felt that this was a difficult problem, so she whispered to Lin San: "They are barbarians."

Lin San nodded and said, "Well, barbarians are barbarians."

"Yes, barbarians are barbarians, we are from the Ming Dynasty!"

The military households all said proudly, "They are proud of their identities and will not be envious of Rong Di at all."

At this moment, I woke up and remembered the words of the old man from Pogangdu Bian: We have lived here for generations, working at sunrise and returning at sunset. Apart from Rongdi, we are the ones we want, what kind of tribe we want?

At this moment, he remembered those children who were studying. They went from unfamiliar to familiarity with the words, from difficulty in holding the pen, and the words they wrote were like dogs climbing, to easily writing words that were either graceful or strong with a soft brush.

He remembered those provinces in the morning and evening, and even the senior officials who were old, they had to laugh and bow when facing their parents...

This is inheritance!

No matter how good Liu Bang was, when facing his father who was biased towards his elder brother when he was young, he only dared to make fun of the past and then built a village for his father as his hometown.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "When Rong Di entered China and recognized China, he was a Han person. Yes, he was a Han person!"

There was a silence, only the translation words were echoing.

"When Rong Di entered China and recognized China, he was the Han people."

Yes, if Daming wants to suppress the world with one hand, he must have an external policy.

The so-called Rongdi is a foreign race.

How to deal with interracial surrender?

Fang Xing believed that it should be gradual assimilation. Of course, some cannot be assimilated, and most of them cannot be assimilated. Therefore, what the Rongdi needed was alienation, which would make them decline in the historical trend, unable to recover, and unable to turn over!

"Is it true?"

The nobles were so happy that they heard this. Fang Xing nodded and said, "Many famous celebrities in history are not Han people, but they all regard themselves as Han people. Therefore, whether they are historical books or the people, they all think that they are Han people. This principle can also apply to the present."

A nobleman asked carefully: "Brother, if we surrender to the Ming Dynasty, will anyone settle the matter in the future... we are barbarians?"

The word barbarian appeared too early and has always been a derogatory term for ethnic groups other than themselves in the Central Plains.

"Won't."

Fang Xing was not very kind today and brought people to help. His purpose was to win over the hearts of these Tatars.

"The Ming Dynasty has a broad mind. As long as you can regard yourself as the Ming people and take the actions of the Ming people as the criterion, you will be the Ming people from then on, and will be protected by Your Majesty and the Ming army."

Fang Xing smiled. At this moment, he was Zhu Di's spokesperson. Wang He behind him would report his words and deeds to Zhu Di in a timely manner. If Zhu Di thought he had made a big mistake, then he would naturally be decreed to scold or deal with it.

But Fang Xing knew Zhu Di’s thoughts. This was an emperor who was extremely eager to stand at the top of the world in the Ming Dynasty. How could he miss this opportunity to assimilate the Tatars?

This is the credit!

Seeing the nobles whispering with joy on their faces, Wang He had already made a draft in his heart.

Your Majesty, Xing and Bo's words attracted the hearts of the Tatar nobles. After that, Atai wanted to have a strange intention, he had to face internal opposition first, which was so difficult!

Atai was silent for a while, then smiled heartily and reached out to go.

Fang Xing smiled, stretched out his hand and slapped Atai in high fives.

Bang!

The sound is not loud, but it seems to resound through the sky.

The nobles were all over the place. After the news came out, the busy Tatars put down their work and cheered.

Some people are happy, some are troubled, and even hate them.

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"Mingren... did he really win the hearts of those idiots?"

In a tent, a goatee was sitting near the inside. He looked at the man kneeling in front of him and sneered: "Atai is a fool. Those people were gathered by the few words of the demon god. From now on, he would be an empty shell and could only sit and eat and wait for death!"

The kneeling man was stunned. He felt that sitting and waiting for death was a life state that he could not afford to live without.

A sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes and he pondered: "We cannot be enslaved by the Ming people. Atai is no longer suitable to be our king..."

The man looked up and asked, "Then... do it? To whom? Atai is still the demon god?"

The old man said lightly: "Why can't it be at the same time... Is there any difficulty?"

"No!"

The man felt the pressure and sweated on his forehead.

The old man said disdainfully: "Atai was originally a puppet. It was originally a puppet of Alutai, but now it is a puppet of Ming people. How can you control us?"

The man whispered, "Yes."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Go, I'll wait for your good news. It's best if the Ming army is in chaos. Then we can go to Xinghe Fort to rob, and finally take the tribe away and live our free life."

The man's back was covered in sweat and the tent was already stuffy. After hearing this, his breathing began to be rapid, which made the old man a little dissatisfied.

"What are you afraid of?"

The man bowed and said, "No, I'm not afraid."

The old man said in a deep voice: "Even if it doesn't work, we can still go to the Wala people."

The man looked up again and said, "But the Oirats will not believe us. They will throw us into the sheep pen and become slaves from then on."

The Tatars and the Oirat are enemies!

The old man's eyes were sharp and he growled: "That was the past, but now the Tatars no longer exist as an independent and powerful tribe. Do you understand?! At this moment, we are in the same group as Tuohuan. He is not a fool, and a fool cannot unite the three tribes of the Ola tribes, so he will only welcome our existence!"

The man trembled and said, "Yes, I'll make arrangements right away, but... there are people around that demon god who protects..."

“So what?”

The old man's blood vessels burst out and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's an illusion! In Xinghe Castle, that demon god will not be wary of assassins. Do you understand the idiot!"

The man nodded and stood up and said, "Then I'm going now."

The old man waved his hand, and the man bowed his head.

The old man's eyes flashed with ambition that was not consistent with his age, and he whispered: "Those guys cannot all be willing to surrender to Mingren. Xing and Bo will forge another Jingguan. Have you seen that Jingguan stone? It's terrifying! That eye seems to come from the Abyssinus Hell..."

The man remembered the Jingguan stone and had a cold sweat.

The old man sneered: "Why did that demon god only make one eye carve? Because Tuohuan is still there, he wants the other eye to appear in front of Tuohuan's corpse. A terrible person has never seen such a wise man. No one can rest assured if he doesn't get rid of him!"

"When Tuohuan gets the news that Bagen is wiped out, he will not be able to fall asleep. We are the medicine to calm him down. Do you understand? Go, I'll wait for your good news."

The man nodded and turned around.

"etc!"

The old man suddenly waved, and the man turned around and saw him frowning and pondering.
Chapter completed!