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

Chapter 210: They are all gods of war, who can be worse than the other

Seeing the fighting spirit in Lan Yu's eyes, Zhu Zhanjun felt a headache.

What is a proud and powerful general?

Lan Yu is a proud and brave general.

I admire you, but whether you accept your loyalty or not is another matter.

Huo Qubing traveled thousands of miles to defeat the Huns, and Lan Yu admired him from the bottom of his heart, but he would not admit that he was inferior to him.

We are all born by our parents, with two legs and two arms, so who can be worse than who?

Lan Yu has been on the battlefield for so many years and has defeated no fewer enemies than Huo Qubing, so naturally he will not submit to the other.

In the past, the two of them were not from the same dynasty, so it was a pity that they could not give each other the leadership.

Now that he has the opportunity, Lan Yu will naturally not give up.

"Let me tell you first, friendly competition is good, but you have to trip up your opponent. Don't blame me for sending him to my great grandfather and letting him farm for the rest of his life."

Although Zhu Zhanjun was giving instructions to the two of them, his eyes were fixed on Lan Yu.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. Although I am not a good person, I will not betray my brothers."

Lan Yu patted his chest and made a promise.

Huo Qubing just hummed and said nothing else.

It doesn't matter since we are no match for him anyway.

Leading the two men towards the Hussar Battalion, Zhu Zhanjun said as they walked: "You two will leave the main army, follow your best skills, bypass the enemy's main army, and launch an attack on the enemy's logistics."

"There are three goals in this battle."

"First, it will disrupt the lifeblood of the grassland people. What is their lifeblood? I believe you all know that it is nothing more than cattle and sheep. Without cattle and sheep, the grassland herdsmen will be like the people in the Central Plains, who will have no way to survive without fields."

"Second, strike at their vital forces, making it impossible for them to recover for decades or even hundreds of years."

"Third, after completing the current requirements, if time permits, launch an attack from behind the enemy and cooperate with the main army."

"According to speculations in history books and other sources, the battlefield will be set at the Three Gorges Pass or other areas. You will gather there and wait for orders."

After listening to Zhu Zhanjun's explanation, Huo Qubing said calmly: "Actually, it's not necessary. I can bring the cavalry battalion with me."

These words are extremely arrogant, but since they come from Huo Qubing's mouth, there is nothing wrong with them.

Zhu Zhanjun stopped and looked at his elder uncle.

"Ever since you showed up, I knew I wouldn't have many chances to go to the battlefield again."

"It is even possible that this Northern Expedition will be the last battlefield command I participate in."

"So my uncle, my grandfather and I brought hundreds of thousands of troops to the grassland. Can you at least let us two feel a little involved so that we won't regret it later?"

When Huo Qubing and Lan Yu heard this, they looked at each other and then laughed.

That seems to be the case.

The military force under Zhu Zhanjun has reached a very powerful level.

The commanders of each legion are all capable people, and each of them has rich combat experience.

The Ming Dynasty currently has a powerful military force. With these commanders, even if it does not make enemies with the entire world, it will have no problem conquering most of the world.

In the past, when Zhu Zhanjun led troops to war, it was because he had no one available and had to go on his own.

However, things are different now. The army can win the battle perfectly with or without Zhu Zhanjun.

In the near future, there may even be other people joining, and then we may face the embarrassing situation of having too many generals to send out.

He had so many generals under his command that he could not send them all out, and it was even more impossible for the monarch Zhu Zhanjun to lead the troops to war.

So as Zhu Zhanjun said, this northern expedition might be the last time he led troops into battle in his life.

"it is good!"

After they finished laughing, they nodded in agreement.

After all, Zhu Zhanjun is the boss. This is the last battle, and he wants to let the other side feel a little involved. It is better to agree to this small request if possible.

Otherwise, if the boss just wanders around the grassland and doesn't even see the enemy, he will get angry and make things difficult for you, and you'll be doomed.

The three men walked into the Hussar Camp, where three thousand cavalrymen were already standing by and waiting.

Among these 3000 people, 1000 were cavalry troops brought by Lan Yu, 800 were cavalry troops brought by Huo Qubing, and 1200 were Guanning Iron Cavalry, forming a cavalry unit.

Except for the Guanning Iron Cavalry, the horses equipped by other troops were all bred by Kangxi.

They are all tall and strong, and look indescribably majestic and domineering.

In order to ensure that these cavalrymen have sufficient mobility on the grassland, each of them was equipped with three war horses.

In terms of weapon equipment, all are state-of-the-art.

The light armor was made of a newly made alloy, and each cavalryman was equipped with a certain amount of new palm-fired thunder, as well as a flintlock musket specially made for the cavalry, and each person was equipped with two double-barreled flintlock muskets.

It can be said that everyone is armed to the teeth.

This army would be a terrifying existence, not to mention in the current Ming Dynasty, even during the Opium War.

Zhu Zhanjun did not set any specific requirements for the two men on how to fight.

Both of them were veteran generals with many years of experience. They knew better than Zhu Zhanjun how to fight, how to cooperate with the main force, and how to fight according to the actual environment and situation.

He waved behind him, and the young eunuch came over with a tray.

Zhu Zhanjun picked up the two wine jars on the tray and handed them to the two of them.

Then he picked up his own and touched it with the two others.

"I wish the two generals a triumphant return!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The three of them raised their wine cups and drank the wine in one gulp.

"set off!"

Huo Qubing climbed onto a tall horse, clasped his fists to Zhu Zhanjun again, raised his hand and whipped the horse to give the order to set off. Lan Yu also clasped his fists, whipped the horse and led the team to follow closely.

Of the three thousand cavalry, 1500 would be assigned to each man, and each would decide on the battle.

The grassland is vast and the tribes are scattered all over the place.

The main force of the Oirat had been withdrawn, and the defensive forces of the various tribes were not very strong.

Three thousand cavalrymen moving together, with two such excellent commanders, is a bit of a waste.

In addition, Lan Yu did not want to listen to Huo Qubing's orders, and it was even more impossible for Huo Qubing to listen to Lan Yu.

Finally, Xu Da thought about it and combined it with the intelligence from the grassland, and finally decided to let the two men split up and act.

In this way, the problem of the two people was solved, and the threat to the rear of the grassland tribe was expanded.

"Zhanjun, this is the snack grandma made. Eat it when you're hungry on the road."

After seeing off Huo Qubing and Lan Yu, Zhu Zhanjun was just about to catch up with the main force with his guard battalion when a team of palace guards came over escorting a horse-drawn carriage.

Empress Xu got off the carriage and handed the two boxes to Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at the two boxes and nodded, "I know I'll eat it. I'll give the other one to Grandpa."

Empress Xu shook her head: "Why give it to that stubborn old man? This is for your uncle."

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at Empress Xu, who responded with a look that asked her to take good care of him.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, handed the box to someone beside him, and sent Empress Xu back to the carriage.

"It's cold, grandma, so go back early. We'll be back in July or August."

"Grandpa said that he would hold a wedding for Wenxiu and me when he got back. I will work hard so that you can have a great-grandson next year."

When she heard about her great-grandson, Empress Xu showed anticipation on her face.

"Okay, grandma is waiting to hold her great-grandson. Remember to be safe and don't be reckless. If there is anything, please discuss it with your uncle. Got it?"

After giving a few more instructions out of concern, Empress Xu reluctantly let the carriage return to the city.

After watching the other side enter the city, Zhu Zhanjun got on his own carriage. The carriage of the guard battalion followed the endless long line of troops and headed north.

At this time in the north, the snow had not melted in some places, so the team moved very slowly.

It’s only thirty miles in a day.

When they set up camp at night, Zhu Zhanjun found the old man, who was sitting in the tent waiting for him.

"How is it? Are you getting used to it?"

Seeing Zhu Zhanjun come in, the old man asked with a smile.

"This is just the beginning. When I went to the north, the climate was even worse than this."

Zhu Zhanjun walked forward with a smile and placed the prepared food on the table next to the old man.

After all, the old man is old and his teeth are not as good as before.

In addition, because he likes to eat meat, the old man's teeth are severely worn out. Sometimes he gasps in pain when eating something hard.

Military marching meals have always been very simple, mostly hard and dry rations.

In order to prevent the old man from eating the dried rations, Zhu Zhanjun paid for all of the old man's meals.

"Wow, you're cooking for yourself."

When the old man saw the four dishes and one soup on the plate, his eyes lit up.

He was just struggling over whether or not to continue eating the pancake.

"There is a stove in the car. Since it's almost time, I will put a pot on the stove and make some for you."

After helping the old man take off his armor, Zhu Zhanjun picked up the old man's boots and put them next to the fire to roast.

"It's a blessing to have you by my side."

The old man said with a smile, wrapped his feet with a blanket, sat cross-legged at the table, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fried tofu, and put it into his mouth.

The old man doesn’t have so many rules. Not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping are not important to him.

"Who was the masked man following you today? He looks familiar to me, but I just can't remember who he is."

Zhu Zhanjun put a dried boot aside and said without even turning his head: "He is a general under my command. He looks a bit special."

When the old man heard this, he became even more curious. While chewing his steamed bun, he curiously asked Zhu Zhanjun: "Are you really ugly? Or is it because you are too handsome that you feel inferior?"

Zhu Zhanjun rolled his eyes at the old man in anger: "Old man, you can question my ability, but you must never question my appearance."

The old man laughed and nodded at Zhu Zhanjun: "Your shameless appearance is a bit like my style when I was young."

"By the way, what does he look like? He even has to wear a mask?"

Zhu Zhanjun put the dried boots aside, washed his hands, and sat next to the old man. While serving soup to the old man, he said, "He looks too much like someone. I'm afraid that if he suddenly appears, he will scare you and all the civil and military officials in the court."

The old man, who was stuffing scrambled eggs into his steamed bun, stopped what he was doing and looked up at Zhu Zhanjun when he heard this.

After a long while, he asked meaningfully, "Same as your great uncle?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded.

The old man looked at Zhu Zhanjun meaningfully and stuffed the wrapped egg-stuffed steamed bun into Zhu Zhanjun's hand.

"Tell me, who does he look like this time? Whose illegitimate child is he? Or whose brother is he?"

Zhu Zhanjun took the egg-stuffed steamed bun from the old man and took a bite. The aroma of the eggs fried in hot oil instantly filled his entire mouth.

The old man did not urge him and waited quietly for Zhu Zhanjun to finish eating a steamed bun.

After drinking another bowl of pickled mustard and shredded pork soup, Zhu Zhanjun wiped his mouth and said to the old man, "Lan Yu's illegitimate son looks a lot like Lan Yu."

The old man narrowed his eyes instantly, looked at Zhu Zhanjun for a long time, and then laughed.

"Lan Yu's illegitimate child, good, very good, illegitimate children are good."

After saying that, he stood up, grabbed Zhu Zhanjun by the collar, pulled him to the door of the tent, and kicked Zhu Zhanjun out.

(End of this chapter)