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

Chapter 212: Fenglangjuxu Defeated the Enemy Camp
"The Ming Emperor's grandson has issued an order to summon the Tatar envoy Alutai to the throne!"

Early in the morning of the second day, following the soldiers' instructions, Arutan strode among the Ming soldiers lined up outside the tent and headed towards the tent in the middle.

When he came just now, he had been notified that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had gone out hunting, and the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty would meet him to discuss the next battle arrangements.

The Crown Prince.

Aluta had only heard of it, but didn't know much about it.

All we know is that he is the second son of Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi, and seems to be a teenager.

He came to meet Zhu Di, but was thrown to a teenager, which made Aluta feel that the Ming Dynasty was disrespecting him.

Although I feel unhappy, I have to bow my head because I am under someone's roof.

The Tatars today are no longer the Tatar tribes of the past.

After being beaten by the old man's second northern expedition, his strength had been weakened to the extreme. If it were not for his still-standing prestige and his desperate resistance, he would have been devoured by Mahamu without leaving a bone.

If the Tatars want to catch their breath, they now need to rely on the power of the Ming Dynasty to defeat the rising Mahamu.

Suppressing all the thoughts in his mind, Aluta walked outside the tent, looked up and was stunned for a moment.

He actually saw someone who looked familiar.

An expressionless man with a scar on his face.

"you!"

Looking at the expressionless man, Aluta frowned and wanted to ask something.

However, the person standing at the door of the tent didn't even look at him, but turned and walked into the tent.

Aluta was full of doubts, wondering where he had seen this man before, so he followed the expressionless man into the big tent.

He glanced around and saw a Ming general looking at him coldly.

Some of them even had murderous looks in their eyes, as if they had a great hatred towards him.

"The Grand Tutor of the Tatar Tribe, Prince Alutai of Ning, pays respect to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Aluta did not look up, but knelt on one knee and touched his chest in greeting.

However, there was no response from above.

If Aluta had not seen a pair of feet in front of him out of the corner of his eye, he would have suspected that there was no one ahead.

"Ah."

After a long time, there was a slight "hmm" sound from above.

Aluta breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up.

“Swish…”

The sound of cold knives being unsheathed was heard, and several steel knives were instantly placed on Aluta's neck.

"Your Highness, what does this mean?"

Aluta did not panic, but asked calmly.

Jiang An, who had the knife on Alutai's neck, said coldly, "Did His Royal Highness ask you to get up?"

Aluta frowned when he heard this, but he stopped standing up and knelt down on one knee again.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was sitting in the old man's seat, said calmly: "Last year, the Wala tribe invaded you. You hoped that the Ming Dynasty would send troops to help you resist the Wala tribe, and you were willing to serve as the vanguard."

"Now that my Great Ming Master has arrived, Alutai, it is time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Your Highness Taisun."

Alutai lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, you don't know that in the battle with Wala last year, our Tatars suffered heavy losses and now they are no longer able to fight."

"How many people are there?" Zhu Zhanjun was not surprised at all when being rejected, and continued to ask calmly.

Aluta's heart sank. The Crown Prince was determined to inflict another loss on the Wala.

"500 people."

Aluta gritted his teeth and said a number.

In his opinion, the Ming Dynasty was so arrogant that it would definitely look down on his 500 people.

"Okay, you will be the vanguard officer and lead your 500 men to fight against the Ming Dynasty."

However shameless he was, Zhu Zhanjun was even more shameless than him.

Zhu Zhanjun’s idea was, I will take as many people as you say, even if you only say there are two people, I will still want you to lead the charge.

It’s nothing, I just want to kill you.

Alutai's expression remained unchanged, as if he had known the result long ago. He said, "Your Highness, these 500 subordinates have healthy limbs, but they have been injured before. The tendons of their hands and feet are all broken. They can no longer draw bows or hold swords."

After thinking about it for a while, Aluta remembered who the person with the cold face was just now.

Five years ago, a Ming envoy went to meet him and Ben Yashili, and then exchanged the bodies of Qiu Fu and others for 5 Tatar soldiers.

He gradually recalled that this crown prince was the child who commanded the Ming army and defeated his 5000 cavalry.

Later, they cut the tendons of 500 captured soldiers and returned them to him.

So he treated the person in his own way.

Don’t you want my Vanguard? Okay, I’ll give it to you.

I have supported these people for so many years, and now it's time for them to play a role.

Zhu Zhanjun raised his eyebrows and looked at Aluta with a sneer.

"As long as they can move, I will see them on the battlefield, including you."

Aluta suddenly raised his head and met Zhu Zhanjun's eyes.

In an instant, Aluta felt a chill in his heart, and at the same time, an inexplicable pressure came towards him.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't care that Aluta looked up at him, and just stared at Aluta calmly.

"I will only give you five days. After five days, I will not see any of your Tatar soldiers or your presence. I don't mind destroying you Tatars first."

Aluta looked at Zhu Zhanjun deeply, and under his gaze, he slowly lowered his head.

"Alutai, I obey your orders."

He gritted his teeth and agreed, bowed again, stood up and walked out.

"Your Highness, the Tatars have already surrendered. Isn't it unwise to force them like this now?"

Jin Zhong stood up with a frown and expressed his dissatisfaction with the matter.

The main target of this war is Wala. If we have to go to war with Tatar because of Zhu Zhanjun, the imperial court will be affected.

After all, there is not so much preparation, and once the plan goes wrong, it will easily affect the overall situation.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at him and said calmly, "Then Minister Jin can go ask Alutai if he dares to act rashly."

Aluta could admit that he really didn't dare.

Although Zhu Zhanjun forced him in this way, Aluta was extremely angry.

But what's the use of being angry? If you are not as strong as others, you have to endure it. With the strength of the Tatars, they can't fight against the Ming Dynasty at all.

Perhaps it is possible to unite with the Wala tribe, but then what?

Defeating the Ming Dynasty would mean offending the Ming Dynasty. The Yongle Emperor of the Ming Dynasty was vindictive and would definitely cause trouble for him.

Mahamu would not appreciate his kindness, but would take advantage of the victory to swallow up the Tatars.

Since there is no benefit in confronting the Ming Dynasty, why bother getting angry in vain?

Anyway, there are only 500 people involved. It is a good deal to exchange the lives of these 500 disabled people for the opportunity for the rise of Tatars.

The Tatars came faster than expected. On the third day, Aluta arrived with a team of cavalry.

Looking at the Tatar soldier who was riding a skinny horse and could barely sit steadily, Zhu Zhanjun looked at Aluta with admiration, who looked nothing like him.

How thick-skinned must one be to be able to ignore the mocking gazes of the Ming army and walk calmly at the front of the team.

Zhu Zhanjun didn’t know about others, but he was very likely unable to do it.

"The more patient a person is, the more terrifying he is. I'll find an opportunity to defeat him later."

The old man was riding on his horse, looking at the Tatar tribesmen at the front of the team, and whispered something to Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, indicating that he knew what was going on.

"Have the light cavalry on your side received the news?"

The old man glanced at the mountains visible in the distance and asked about the news of Zhu Zhanjun's light cavalry.

The army is about to approach Hulanhushiwen and the war is about to break out. The old man is a little worried that the light cavalry troops will not be able to complete the task within the specified time.

"Ming!"

Just as Zhu Zhanjun was about to answer, an eagle's cry suddenly sounded in the sky.

Zhu Zhanjun looked up at the sky, raised his hand and blew a whistle.

An eagle hovering in the air flapped its wings and flew over quickly, landing on Zhu Zhanjun's outstretched arm.

The old man looked at the eagle, his eyes full of curiosity.

When did this kid learn how to tame a hawk?

He took out a piece of dried meat from his pocket, stuffed it into the eagle's mouth, and patted it gently a few times. The eagle stretched out one leg, with a bamboo tube tied tightly to it.

The person following him quickly untied the tube, poured out a small letter from it and handed it to Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun took it, took a look at it, a smile appeared on his lips, and he handed it to the old man.

"Huo Qubing has found the Wala's logistics camp and decided to launch a night attack tonight."

"Okay." After reading the above content, the old man said good, and then ordered: "Let them complete the task as soon as possible, then turn around and block Mahamu's retreat."

"In this battle, we must defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and establish decades of peace for our descendants."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, asked someone to bring paper and pen, and wrote down his thoughts.

After sealing the bamboo tube on the eagle's leg, the eagle, which had already eaten and drunk its fill, flapped its wings. With the help of Zhu Zhanjun's upward force, it spread its wings and flew towards the distant mountains.

At night, a fertile grassland.

A huge camp is set up here, so even though it is already late at night, the cries of cattle and sheep continue.

There were only a few lights in the camp, and it was obvious that the herdsmen had fallen into a deep sleep.

With the main army blocking the way ahead and the defense of the mountains, they were safe and secure in the rear.

The Tatars were defeated by the Oirat again, and the Uriankhai were far away, leaving them with no hidden dangers at all.

The long-term safety made the herdsmen relax their vigilance. Except for some defenders who stayed behind, the others were in a deep sleep.

Five miles away from the camp, Huo Qubing put away the telescope, glanced at the somewhat gloomy sky, turned around and walked down a small slope.

At the foot of the small slope, thousands of Ming cavalry were resting quietly.

Some were eating military rations, some were drinking water from leather bags, and some were taking out precious fruits and chewing them bit by bit.

As Huo Qubing came down, everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"It's time, let's go!"

Huo Qubing didn't say any more nonsense and gave the order directly.

The cavalrymen quickly packed up, led their war horses, followed Huo Qubing, and slowly approached the camp in the distance.

When the distance was less than a mile, Huo Qubing suddenly jumped onto his horse, and the cavalry behind him also mounted their horses without hesitation.

"bass!"

The Vajra sword given to him by Zhu Zhanjun was pulled out, and Huo Qubing raised his hand and pointed to the camp in the distance.

"kill!"

In an instant, thousands of cavalrymen moved together and rushed towards the Wala people's logistics camp with the most ferocious attitude.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

The cavalry's actions were naturally not small, and they immediately alarmed the dogs in the camp.

Sensing danger, the dogs barked loudly, trying to wake up their owners.

However, the cavalry was too fast. As soon as a Wala soldier guarding the gate opened his eyes in a daze, a cold light flashed in front of him.

"Kill!"

In an instant, shouts and sounds of fighting rang out in the camp.

The Ming army was ruthless. No matter whether a man or woman, old or young, appeared near them, they would take their life without hesitation.

At the same time, new types of palm mines were continuously thrown to both sides of the camp.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Explosions sounded one after another, and with the addition of kerosene, the entire camp instantly turned red.

Huo Qubing was the most ferocious. He led several personal guards and charged straight to the central tent.

He killed several enemies who blocked his way and rushed into the tent on his horse. The long sword in his hand was pointed directly at a Mongolian man who had just crawled out of bed.

"who are you?"

The man had a terrified expression and dared not move as he was pointed at by the blood-stained sword.

Huo Qubing felt that this scene seemed a little familiar, and asked with a sneer: "Who are you?"

"Tuohuan." The man who was pointed at by the sword revealed his identity.

"Mahamu's son."

Huo Qubing smiled and said, "This general is arresting you."

After that, he gave the order behind him: "Capture this fellow called Tuohuan, and his son Yesen. These are the people that His Highness wants. Capture them all and take them away."

(End of this chapter)