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

Chapter 209 The second to last person gives a lecture to the first to last person
"Isn't the south good? Why do we have to move to the north?"

Early February of the twelfth year of Yongle.

The Oirat Mongols invaded the border many times and disobeyed the orders of the Ming Dynasty. The old man was furious and ordered an expedition.

For this northern expedition, the imperial court dispatched 30 troops, and various armies gathered in Peking, ready to go into battle.

Various logistics and food supplies also moved towards Datong and Xuancheng, ready to support the front line at any time.

After arriving in Beijing to rest for a day, Zhu Zhanjun was called by the old man early in the morning.

Today is the oath-taking ceremony and also the day of departure.

Zhu Zhanjun, dressed in military uniform, rode on Nurhaci's back and followed the old man to the camp.

Behind him, Xu Da, Huo Qubing, and Lan Yu, who was wearing a mask, followed closely.

There are a lot of people gathered in the space today.

Hundreds of thousands of troops gathered together, which is not something you can see on ordinary days.

In order to demonstrate the greatness of the Ming Dynasty, the old man specially called Kangxi, Napoleon and others to show off the strength of the Ming Dynasty.

As a result, when he saw the Forbidden City in Beijing at the beginning, Lao Zhu was a little dissatisfied.

"Dad, you can't talk like that."

Zhu Biao, who was standing next to him, actually admired Zhu Di's decision very much.

"If Zhanjun had not appeared, the main enemies of the Ming Dynasty in the future would be in the north."

"Moving the imperial capital northward will allow the court's power core to be concentrated in the north, so that it can respond to situations in the north at any time."

"Given Fourth Brother's situation at the time, this was a very correct choice."

"Of course, I cannot deny that I am a little biased." Zhu Biao sighed after a moment's hesitation, "Although the north may be stable, the south is far away from the power core. Jiangnan culture is prevalent and the economy is prosperous. Once the core of the court is far away from control, it is easy to cause a loss of control."

"But you can't have your cake and eat it too. Nothing is perfect."

"Humph!"

Zhu Biao agreed with his analysis, but he was dissatisfied: "It's a good idea, but the people behind it are useless. Not only did they lose control of the south, but they couldn't hold on to the north either."

Zhu Qizhen, who was standing by, subconsciously moved his butt.

In the end, he was still a step too late and was slapped on the head by Old Zhu.

"When I see you, a jerk, I get angry."

Zhu Qizhen wanted to cry but had no tears, he could only lower his head in grievance.

Zhu Yunwen, who was standing next to him, whispered to comfort him: "It's not your fault. In fact, you..."

However, before he could say any words of comfort, Old Zhu slapped him on the head again.

"Come on, you are the last one, don't give a lecture to the second last one. You two are birds of a feather. You are both useless."

"Go sit in the back. I'm getting annoyed just looking at you two."

The last and second to last ones didn't dare to refute and moved their stools to the back.

"What goes up must come down. This is the law."

Liu Bowen, who was sitting next to Hu Weiyong, saw this scene, fanning himself with a folding fan, and couldn't help but sigh.

Hu Weiyong smiled and pointed at Zhu Zhanjun on the screen: "Although this is true, it is not suitable for the superior."

Liu Bowen rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Isn't this bullshit?
The current ruler can live for four or five hundred years, which is longer than the existence of a dynasty. As long as he is not confused in the later period, it is impossible for the dynasty to decline after its peak.

The team marched out of the city of Peking in a mighty force and arrived at the place where the army assembled.

The army had already assembled. The soldiers, wearing military uniforms and holding weapons, were lined up in neat squares, waiting for the king's inspection.

The Ming army had a very high armor distribution rate, but no one wore it at that time.

That thing is very heavy. We will set off after the oath-taking ceremony, and wearing it is a sheer waste of energy.

Only the generals of each army would put on armor and accept the emperor's inspection.

In the north in February, there is still a howling sea breeze.

The soldiers were in high spirits, with their heads and chests puffed out, looking straight at the platform where the emperor would appear in a moment.

Zhu Zhanjun accompanied the old man across the parade ground and came to the stand for selecting generals.

"dong dong dong dong..."

The sound of war drums rang out, and all the soldiers subconsciously straightened their chests, knowing that the emperor was coming.

The old man held his sword in his hand, stepped steadily onto the platform, and looked at the huge army.

Looking around, there were cold spears like a forest, flags fluttering, and waves of murderous aura rising straight into the sky.

This is my legion, this is my invincible army.

The old man suddenly became ambitious.

With a slight raise of his hand, the drumbeat stopped instantly.

The old man wanted to raise his hand to salute and start the oath-taking ceremony, but his eyes accidentally caught sight of Zhu Zhanjun who was standing next to him.

"Come here, little bastard!"

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the old man in astonishment. Such a good opportunity to show off was given to him. Is the sun rising from the west?
But before he could refuse, the old man stepped aside and let Zhu Zhanjun take the main seat.

When Zhang Fu and other generals saw this scene, their eyes moved slightly.

They have followed the old man for many years and understand his character.

The old man voluntarily gave up the main position, which was a recognition of Zhu Zhanjun's ability. He planned to push the crown prince to the forefront, let the army accept the existence of the crown prince, and slowly transfer the military power to the crown prince.

Zhang Fu looked at the old man with white hair on his temples and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Your Majesty is really old.

Under the old man's smiling gaze, Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath and took a step forward.

This was not the first time he faced a large army, but today was different.

In the past, he was only a commander, but today he will face these Ming soldiers as a monarch.

This not only informs all soldiers of his identity, but also demonstrates his abilities to all soldiers.

If he made a mistake or got nervous this time, he would become a laughing stock in the army.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhu Zhanjun slowly stood where the old man was just now.

Zhu Zhanjun tightly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, organized his thoughts in his mind, and looked up at the huge army.

Looking around, the legions were lined up in neat rows, especially the legions of the Shenwei Camp, whose formation was so neat.

"Victory, victorious, victorious!"

Suddenly, deafening shouts of victory were heard, making Zhu Zhanjun a little dazed.

He turned his head and confirmed the direction from which the first cheer came. Zhu Zhanjun had very good eyesight and memory, and he saw many familiar faces in the cheering square.

And this phalanx was exactly the legion that followed Qiu Fu in the northern expedition.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, and the soldiers of this legion still remember him.

Zhu Zhanjun slowly raised his hand and the shouting stopped.

The huge army was silent, with only the sound of the flags flapping.

"Boom!"

His fist hit the breastplate hard, Zhu Zhanjun looked at the legion below and shouted loudly.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Boom!"

All the soldiers put their weapons down in unison, looked towards the platform and responded loudly.

"The general is mighty!"

Zhu Zhanjun raised his voice a few notches higher and roared again in the most sincere voice.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

The soldiers swung their weapons hard again, their faces flushed red, and they shouted at the top of their lungs.

"The Grandson is mighty."

Zhu Zhanjun raised his right hand high above his head and looked at the legion with his bright eyes.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"The Ming Dynasty is prosperous, prosperous, prosperous!"

The shouts of hundreds of thousands of people could be heard clearly by the people in the city.

Everyone couldn't help but glance sideways, secretly wondering what had happened to make the army's morale so high.

"A hundred years ago, the Northern Song Dynasty fell, and millions of our lands were lost and ruthlessly trampled upon by foreign races."

"Men were killed, sisters were bullied, children had no way to survive, and the elderly had no place to bury."

"We Yanhuang have entered the darkest era, living a life of uncertainty."

"However, our ancestors did not give up. They resisted and fought again and again, using their blood and lives to create a peaceful and prosperous era for us, their descendants."

Zhu Zhanjun spoke in a calm and steady voice as he narrated the sufferings of the Chinese nation.

As Zhu Zhanjun spoke, the soldiers who heard him also looked a little sad.

The chaos at the end of the Yuan Dynasty lasted only a few short decades, and many people who experienced that era dare not look back at those dark days.

Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath and pointed to the north: "However, they are still unwilling to give up. They still want to take away our land, kill our parents, and take our wives and daughters."

"As a man, as a man who stands tall and proud, I will never allow anyone to bully my wife, children and elders while I am alive."

"When a common man is angry, blood will be splashed five steps forward!"

"I will use the steel knife in my hand to let those Northern Plains barbarians know that the days when they could invade the Central Plains with a few war horses and a few scimitars are gone forever."

"Five years ago, I left here. At that time, I told the soldiers on the expedition, wait for me, I will lead them to gallop across the grassland again, I will lead them to avenge their hatred, and I will lead them to fight on the battlefield."

"Today, I'm back."

"Today, I will fulfill the promise I made five years ago. I will fight with you on the battlefield, I will ride on your horses, and I will avenge my previous humiliation with you."

"bass!"

Raising his hand and drawing the sword from his waist, Zhu Zhanjun pointed it high into the sky.

"Unless we defeat the enemy, we will never turn back!"

"kill!"

The soldiers were instantly infected and roared with their weapons raised high.

Zhu Zhanjun held the sword in his hand and pointed to the north.

"All troops march out, kill the enemy!"

"Woooooooo..."

The trumpets sounded melodiously, and the soldiers were in high spirits. Under the command of the officers, they marched out of the camp in orderly steps and advanced quickly to the north.

The third day of the second month in the twelfth year of Yongle.

Emperor Yongle Zhu Di began his second northern expedition.

The army marched forward with more than 300,000 men. The Crown Prince swore an oath at the parade ground. The army was in high spirits and vowed to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and create a hundred years of peace for their descendants.

"very good."

Looking at the marching army, the old man nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

But that's how those in power are. If you don't find any fault with them, you'll always feel that their existence as the boss has no meaning.

The old man advised: "Speak more plainly to the soldiers. There are some things and principles that they don't understand. Only real rewards and real money can truly motivate morale."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded repeatedly, looking as if he was learning something.

After the old man finished teaching him, Zhu Zhanjun smiled and said, "Grandpa, I plan to send a light cavalry unit to go deep into the enemy's territory to harass the Wala army from the rear and cooperate with the main army in the front."

Hearing this plan, the old man's smile grew wider.

Although there is the previous example of Qiu Fufu, the old man actually likes this kind of tactics.

It can be seen from the first Northern Expedition that the main army hardly ever engaged in direct combat with the enemy, and most of the time it was just the old man with his light cavalry and flying dragons riding on the enemy.

This was the case with Ben Ya Shi Li and Aluta, the main army just followed along and went there to clean up the battlefield.

"Okay, you decide on the arrangements." The old man nodded and agreed, but he did not forget to warn him, "But I also have to tell you in advance that if you cooperate well, I will give you the same reward as before. If you cause trouble, not only will the commander be punished, but you will also be punished."

Zhu Zhanjun showed a confident smile: "Grandpa, just wait for the reward."

Seeing Zhu Zhanjun so confident, the old man laughed and patted Zhu Zhanjun on the shoulder.

"Okay, then I'll wait for good news from your light cavalry."

After saying this, he walked down from the platform, climbed onto his warhorse, and set off with the army, taking Zhang Fu and others with him.

After watching the old man leave, Zhu Zhanjun turned around and looked at his brother-in-law and Lan Yu who was wearing a mask.

The two looked at each other, and sparks flew in the air.

Ever since they knew each other's identities and experiences, they began to compete with each other.

One is the God of War of the Ming Dynasty, the other is the God of War of the Han Dynasty, and neither of them is willing to submit to the other.

Therefore, the next raid will be a battlefield for the two to compete.

(End of this chapter)