Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 14: The army sends them off and they finally return to Jinling
"Your Highness, take care on your journey."

Gather troops for the northern expedition.

Liu Sheng bowed to Zhu Zhanjun and said goodbye.

As the old man was urging him, Zhu Zhanjun did not stay in Peking for long. He brought the troops there yesterday and was ready to set off before dawn this morning.

"Thank you, Earl Anyuan. We'll see each other in Jinling someday." Zhu Zhanjun bowed and got into the carriage with the help of Xiaohu.

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

The two men bowed to each other and Zhu Zhanjun got into the carriage.

"Your Highness has your order, let's go!"

With Xiaohu's loud shout, the team began to move forward slowly.

The team consists of about three hundred people, and they are the guard officers and soldiers of the Liu Sheng faction.

"Your Highness."

The carriage had just started moving for a while when Zhu Zhanjun, who was catching up on his sleep, was awakened by Xiaohu outside.

"What's the matter?"

Zhu Zhanjun rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked.

"Many brothers gathered on both sides of the avenue, as if to see you off."

Zhu Zhanjun was stunned for a moment, smiled with relief, straightened his clothes, and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

He saw soldiers standing on both sides of the military camp avenue, all looking at his carriage.

When the soldier saw Zhu Zhanjun lift the curtain, a smile appeared on his simple face.

Zhu Zhanjun also smiled and nodded in response.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the military camp, Zhu Zhanjun saw the captains and captains leading the troops.

"Your Highness."

General Jiang Qian, who was most familiar with Zhu Zhanjun, walked to the side of the carriage and bowed.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and joked, "You look pretty energetic. It seems you slept well yesterday."

Jiang Qian scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Now that I'm home, I feel relieved. I slept like a dead pig. If my brother hadn't called me to get up, I would have almost missed sending His Highness off."

As he spoke, he waved behind him, and an officer came over with a tray with a jug of wine and two wine glasses on it.

Jiang Qian poured two glasses of wine, picked up one and looked at Zhu Zhanjun and said, "Your Highness, we are all rough men, and we can't express our gratitude. Let me give you a glass of light wine to thank you for saving our lives."

As he said that, he knelt down and raised his wine glass high.

The officers behind him also knelt on the ground together: "A glass of light wine, thank you for saving my life, Your Highness."

"It's really embarrassing for Zhanjun to see you all like this." Zhu Zhanjun jumped out of the car and stretched out his hand to pull General Jiang up.

"Your Highness." General Jiang Qian knelt on the ground stubbornly. "After this separation, we may never meet again in this life. The brothers really don't know how to repay Your Highness for saving our lives. We can only use this method to thank Your Highness. Please don't postpone it any longer."

Zhu Zhanjun had no choice but to take the other party's wine glass. He asked Xiaohu and others to help him onto the roof of the carriage and looked at the densely packed soldiers around him.

"Zhanjun has felt the kindness of all the brothers, and I am deeply moved." Zhu Zhanjun raised his glass high and said loudly: "I will drink this glass of wine. I also use this glass of wine to wish all the brothers a bright future."

After saying this, he drank the wine in the glass and turned around to gesture to the soldiers around him to show his empty glass.

"Your Highness is mighty."

Such a grand scene made the surrounding soldiers cheer loudly excitedly, especially Zhu Zhanjun's call of "brothers", which made them feel warm in their hearts and felt that they were recognized.

The people in front of them are the grandsons of the current emperor. With such a noble status, he calls them brothers. It can be seen that this prince truly regards them as human beings, and not as animals like other royal nobles.

"Pour another glass."

Zhu Zhanjun asked General Jiang to pour another cup, then turned to face the north and shouted loudly: "This cup is to toast the brothers who died in the north." As soon as these words came out, the soldiers fell silent.

Although they returned alive, thousands of people led by Qiu Fu died on the banks of the Lushen River. Due to the urgency of the retreat, no one collected their bodies.

Facing north, the wine glass slowly tilted, and the wine fell in front of him. Zhu Zhanjun said: "Zhanjun is incompetent and cannot bring back the brothers, but I promise you that when I go north again one day, I will escort the bodies of the brothers back home."

"In the Ming Dynasty, I will never let you brothers shed blood and your loved ones shed tears."

Putting the wine glass aside, Zhu Zhanjun bowed deeply towards the north, and when he stood up, he shouted loudly facing the north.

"My brothers, wait for me to take you home."

After saying that, he jumped off the carriage and was caught by Xiaohu and others.

He bowed to General Jiang Qian and others, turned around, got on the carriage and lowered the curtain.

Looking at the slowly moving carriage in front of them, General Jiang Qian and others were moved. They all knelt on the ground and shouted loudly at the carriage.

"This general respectfully sends you off, Marshal!"

The densely packed soldiers also knelt on the ground, beat their chests with their hands, and roared loudly at the carriage.

"Congratulations, Marshal!"

"Congratulations, Marshal!"

In the central army camp, Liu Sheng stood at the door of the commander's tent, listening to the shouts, with extremely complicated emotions in his heart.

After a few days of contact, he had some understanding of Zhu Zhanjun.

Although he was young, he was very kind to others and never felt that he was superior to others because he was the grandson of the emperor.

Liu Sheng often saw him sitting by the fire with some soldiers, talking and eating, and he did not have any disdain for these low-level soldiers.

In terms of troop command, the other party possessed dignity and caution that the young man did not have.

A series of matters such as marching and camping, logistical arrangements, etc. were handled in an orderly manner.

Liu Sheng was also an old soldier, but he had only seen this kind of command over the army in a few old generals.

To be disrespectful, even Your Majesty, who fought for the world on horseback, could not achieve such a relaxed state.

Recalling the appearance of the other young man, Liu Sheng couldn't help but think that if he was allowed to continue commanding the army and hone his skills, his future achievements would probably be no worse than any famous general in history.

However, he just thought about this idea and sighed.

It's a pity that this boy was born into the wrong family.

If you were born in a family of generals, your future achievements would definitely be famous for generations to come.

It's a pity that he was born into the royal family. What makes Liu Sheng even more regretful is that the other party is not the eldest grandson.

"Oh my God." Liu Sheng looked up at the sky, "You know that my Ming Dynasty is short of generals, but why did you send him to the royal family?"

With the farewell of all the soldiers, the team slowly moved southward.

We hurried all the way without stopping for a moment and finally arrived back in Jinling at the end of September.

At Puzikou Wharf, the team switched from land to water, preparing to cross the Yangtze River and return to Jinling.

The reason why he went here was because Zhu Zhanjun took a detour to Fengyang.

The reason was that Old Zhu wanted to go back to his hometown to see if there was still smoke coming out of his ancestral grave, which was why a child was born.

Zhu Zhanjun was speechless, but he still followed Old Zhu's wishes and returned to his hometown.

The boat slowly moved towards the opposite side, looking at the city of Jinling getting closer and closer, and the dense crowd welcoming them at the riverside.

Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath of the cold river breeze and secretly clenched his fists.

He knew in his heart that from the moment he stepped ashore, he would spend the rest of his life fighting for that position.

(End of this chapter)