Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Zhu Han raised his lips to a cold smile, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Are you finally here? Great! Pass the order, the entire army will immediately enter the highest combat state, and must stay hidden and wait for the best opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow!"

At this moment, a spy rushed into the tent with a look of anxiety on his face: "Your Majesty, something is wrong! The enemy seems to have noticed our deployment and is rapidly changing its marching route in an attempt to avoid our ambush!"

Zhu Han frowned upon hearing this, and an invisible pressure enveloped his heart, but he quickly adjusted his breathing and regained his calmness and composure. "Call Mr. Li and General Zhao immediately. We must adjust our strategy immediately and not let the enemy's trick succeed. At the same time, inform the entire army to be vigilant and be prepared to face the enemy head-on." His voice was steady and powerful, revealing unquestionable authority.

The spy received the order and quickly turned around and left. The tent was once again filled with a tense and orderly atmosphere.

Just as Zhu Han was deploying new tactics, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent. A sentry rushed in and reported breathlessly: "Your Majesty, the enemy leader has led an elite force to approach, and it seems that he intends to attack us directly!"

"Humph, you've come just in time." Zhu Han sneered, turned around and said to the generals beside him, "Pass the order, the entire army is ready to meet the enemy. Let the enemy see how the warriors of the Ming Dynasty defend their homeland!"

The figure of the enemy leader gradually appeared in sight. He was riding a tall warhorse, wearing armor and holding a spear. He led his elite troops towards Zhu Han's position with great momentum.

"It seems that the enemy leader intends to go into battle personally and fight us." Zhu Han looked at the enemy formation gradually approaching in the distance, and a cold and deep light flashed in his eyes.

He slowly turned around, his eyes swept over the generals beside him, and his tone was full of unquestionable firmness: "Everyone, today's battle is of great importance. This is a head-on confrontation between us and the enemy leader. It is not only about military prestige, but also about the face of the Ming Dynasty. We must go all out and not slack off in the slightest."

Hearing this, General Zhao's eyes were burning with fighting spirit. He clenched his fists, his chest heaving slightly with excitement, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "Your Highness, I request to be the vanguard! I am willing to take the enemy's head with all my passion and expand the territory for the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Han looked at General Zhao's excited expression, feeling both relieved and slightly worried. He shook his head slightly and said earnestly: "I have always admired General Zhao's courage. But in this battle, we need not only bravery, but also wisdom and coordination. The enemy leader must have something to rely on if he leads the army in person. We must not underestimate the enemy."

At this time, the strategist Mr. Li stepped forward at the right time. He waved his feather fan gently, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. "Your Highness is right. Since the enemy leader dares to lead the army in person, he must be determined to win. We might as well take advantage of their tactics and set up many traps to lure the enemy deep into our territory, and then break down their offensive one by one."

Zhu Han's eyes flashed with appreciation when he heard this. He nodded in agreement and said, "Mr. Li's plan is exactly what I want. Pass the order down, and tell the ambushing troops to remain silent and wait patiently for the best opportunity. At the same time, General Zhao, you need to lead an elite force as bait to attract the attention of the enemy leader. But remember, you must be careful and don't fight to the end."

General Zhao was unwilling to hear this, but he also understood that the overall situation was more important. He bowed solemnly and said, "I obey your command! I will live up to your expectations, Your Majesty!" After that, he turned around and strode out of the tent, ready to carry out the mission of luring the enemy.

As time went by, the sound of fierce fighting gradually rang out on the battlefield. The decoy troops led by General Zhao fought a desperate battle with the enemy. They bravely resisted wave after wave of attacks and successfully attracted the attention of the enemy leader to their side.

At this time, Zhu Han stood on a high place, paying close attention to the dynamics of the battlefield. Seeing that the time was ripe, he immediately ordered the entire army to attack. With his order, the Ming army rushed out from the flank like a tiger descending from the mountain, instantly breaking the enemy's defense line.

"The enemy has fallen into a trap! All forces, charge!" Zhu Han's voice pierced through the din of the battlefield and resounded through the sky. Under his leadership, the morale of the Ming army was high, and they bravely moved forward and engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy.

The enemy leader watched his carefully planned tactics being defeated one by one, and his expression suddenly changed from full of confidence to astonishment and unwillingness. He tightly grasped his spear, his eyes were sharp, and he tried to turn the tide at the last moment, but facing the Ming cavalry led by Zhu Han, all his efforts seemed so futile.

"Zhu Han, you...you dare to set an ambush!" The enemy leader's voice trembled with anger. He swung his spear hard, pouring all his strength into every strike, but each time was cleverly resolved by Zhu Han and his generals.

Zhu Han stood at the forefront of the battlefield, his armor stained with blood, but his eyes were unusually firm.

He calmly observed every move of the enemy leader, thinking about how to give him a fatal blow. "My Lord, on the battlefield, all is fair in deception. Today is the day for you to be defeated and flee."

The enemy leader was furious when he heard this. He rushed towards Zhu Han and roared: "Zhu Han, don't be so complacent! Even if I die on the battlefield, I will take you with me!" As he said that, he flashed and suddenly changed his offensive, trying to win by surprise attack.

However, Zhu Han was prepared. He easily dodged the enemy's attack and reminded the generals beside him: "Be careful of his close combat. He is good at close combat."

At this moment, the enemy leader saw that it was difficult to win a head-on confrontation, so he pulled out a short arrow from his waist, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Go to hell, Zhu Han!" The short arrow cut through the air like lightning and headed straight for Zhu Han's chest.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Upon seeing this, a guard cried out in surprise and wanted to rush forward to block the arrow for Zhu Han, but the distance was too far and he could only watch the short arrow approaching.

Zhu Han reacted extremely quickly, but the short arrow was even faster, instantly penetrating his armor and embedding into his chest.

His figure swayed, and his face instantly lost color, but his eyes remained firm as iron. He clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain, and did not make a sound.

"It's just one arrow, it's nothing!" Zhu Han's voice was weak but very firm. He held the spear tightly, as if he wanted to pour out all the pain and anger. His eyes were like torches, and he stared at the enemy leader, as if he was telling him with his eyes: I, Zhu Han, will never fall!

The enemy leader looked at Zhu Han's resolute face and couldn't help feeling a little awe in his heart.

"Zhu Han, you really live up to your reputation!" The enemy leader panted and said, his voice no longer full of arrogance and unruliness. "Although I was defeated by you, I am convinced. I admire your bravery and wisdom."

Zhu Han did not answer, but continued to swing his spear, each strike condensing all his strength and will.

Finally, with the help of his guards, he successfully knocked the enemy leader to the ground.

However, he himself was seriously injured and was carefully carried back to the tent by the guards who arrived quickly.

The battle report exploded in the palace like thunder. For a moment, the whole palace was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. When Zhu Yuanzhang received the news, his face instantly darkened. The pen in his hand accidentally slipped, splashing a few drops of ink, as if foreshadowing his chaotic mood at the moment.

He stood up suddenly, his tall body trembling slightly with anger and worry, and strode towards the window, as if he wanted to see through the thick palace walls and see the battlefield on the border thousands of miles away.

Outside the window, the autumn wind was blowing and the fallen leaves were flying, reflecting the turbulent mood in his heart.

"Brother Han...how could he do this!" Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of self-blame and pain, "It was me who made him take on this important task, and it was me who made him put himself in this sword-fighting situation..."

Empress Ma came over upon hearing the voice. She approached Zhu Yuanzhang gently and placed her hand on the back of his hand, giving him silent comfort. "Your Majesty, Brother Han is the backbone of the Ming Dynasty. His heart is filled with his country and the world. His bravery and loyalty are obvious to all of us. At this moment, we should believe in him and believe that he can survive this."

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head and looked at Empress Ma deeply, with a hint of gratitude flashing in his bloodshot eyes. He gently held Empress Ma's hand tightly, as if he had drawn some strength from it. "You are right, Han Di is strong, and he will definitely get better."

He pondered for a moment, then instructed the eunuch beside him: "Go and convey the order quickly, summon Crown Prince Zhu Biao immediately, and order the Imperial Hospital to select the most skilled doctors to accompany me to the border. No matter what, we must save Prince Han!"

Soon, Crown Prince Zhu Biao hurried into the imperial study, his face full of anxiety and worry. "Father, I have heard about your uncle's injury and I am very worried. Please rest assured, I will do my best to not only save your uncle but also stabilize the situation." He knelt on the ground, his tone firm and sincere.

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly stepped forward to help Zhu Biao up. The father and son looked at each other, and no words were needed. Everything was said without words. "Biao'er, your uncle is the pillar of our Ming Dynasty. His safety is related to the country. This trip is a heavy responsibility. You must not only take good care of your uncle's health, but also show the style and wisdom of the crown prince of our Ming Dynasty to stabilize the people's hearts."

Zhu Biao nodded heavily, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Your son understands your father's painstaking efforts and expectations. Please rest assured, your son will live up to your trust and bring your uncle back safely. At the same time, he will stabilize the situation so that your father will not have to worry about the future."

After saying this, Zhu Biao turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhu Yuanzhang. "Biao'er, remember, no matter where or when, you must remain calm and rational. You are not only the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, but also a relative of your uncle. Go, I will wait for your triumphant return here."

Zhu Biao bowed deeply again, then turned around and strode out of the imperial study.

As the dawn broke, Zhu Biao and his team of imperial doctors set out on their journey. The sound of their horses' hooves was as exciting as war drums, and they shuttled through the dust, galloping towards the distant frontier.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer. Uncle Han is still waiting for us." Zhu Biao turned back from time to time to encourage the team. Although his voice was blown away by the wind, it was like an invisible force that inspired everyone.

The imperial doctors traveled day and night, regardless of wind or rain, supporting each other and facing the challenges of the journey together.

Finally, the outline of the military camp gradually became clear in sight. The moment they stepped into the military camp, they were overwhelmed by the tense and solemn atmosphere.

Inside the tent, Zhu Han lay quietly on the bed, his face pale, but still maintaining that awe-inspiring majesty.

"Uncle!" Zhu Biao's voice was slightly choked. He almost trotted to the bedside, bent his knees slightly, almost looking at Zhu Han at eye level, and tightly wrapped his hands around Zhu Han's slightly cold hands. "I'm sorry that I'm late and have caused you suffering. But please believe that I have mobilized all the best soldiers and generals in the Imperial Hospital. They are the pinnacle of our Ming Dynasty medical skills and will definitely help you recover soon."

Zhu Han blinked hard, trying to give Zhu Biao a reassuring smile, even though the smile seemed so forced. "Biao'er, it's great that you're here. The situation on the border is what I'm most worried about. How is it now?" His voice was thin, but every word was clear, revealing his deep concern for the country.

Zhu Biao gently patted the back of Zhu Han's hand, his eyes full of tenderness and determination: "Uncle, please rest assured. The situation on the border has stabilized due to the joint efforts of me and the generals. You just need to rest and recuperate. When you are strong and vigorous, we will stand side by side in the court and plan for the future of Ming Dynasty together."

Zhu Han nodded slightly, with a barely perceptible light flashing in his eyes, which was recognition and satisfaction for Zhu Biao's growth. "Biao'er, you have grown up, I am very pleased."

Zhu Biao's eyes turned red when he heard this, but he quickly adjusted his mood and said in a firmer tone: "I will remember the teachings of my uncle."

Every morning at the first light of dawn, Zhu Biao would tiptoe into Zhu Han's tent. He would walk to the bed, first gently touch Zhu Han's forehead to confirm that he had no fever, then sit down on the bed with confidence and begin his daily routine of inquiries: "Uncle, how do you feel today? Are you feeling unwell?" His eyes were full of concern, as if he could see through every subtle change in Zhu Han.

Zhu Han slowly opened his eyes. Although he was weak, his eyes always shone with warmth when he saw Zhu Biao. "Biao'er, I'm fine. It's just that my body is not doing well. I'm sorry to have caused you trouble." His words revealed his love and apology for Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao smiled slightly, held Zhu Han's hand, and said softly: "Uncle, what are you saying? It is my nephew's duty to take care of you. Have the imperial doctors made any new progress in treatment? I heard that they are trying a new herbal medicine. I wonder how effective it is?" His words revealed that he was paying close attention to the treatment plan.

Upon seeing this, the imperial doctors hurried forward and respectfully reported the patient's condition and treatment plan, discussing every detail with Zhu Biao, striving to find the best treatment plan. Zhu Han listened quietly on the side. Although he could not directly participate in the discussion, his eyes were full of trust and expectation.

In addition to caring about Zhu Han's condition, Zhu Biao also often shares with him the latest developments in the border area.

"Uncle, do you know? We recently successfully repelled a small-scale invasion by the enemy. The soldiers were extremely brave, and they all did a great job!" His words were full of pride and admiration, as if those brave figures were right in front of him.

Zhu Han's eyes flashed with relief and pride when he heard this. "Good, good, my Ming Dynasty has soldiers like you, so why should we worry about not prospering? Biao'er, you must lead them well and create a more glorious future for the Ming Dynasty." Although his voice was weak, every word was full of power.

In the military camp, Zhu Biao set an example by sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. He sat around a simple campfire with the soldiers and listened to their voices and demands.

"Brothers, you fought bravely on the battlefield and made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty. Your families are also our families, and we will do our best to take good care of them." His words were warm and firm, making the soldiers feel unprecedented care and respect. (End of this chapter)