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

Chapter 3 Lan Yu: Isn't it a little late to think about me now?
"Your Highness, wake up..."

Anxious cries rang in his ears. Zhu Zhanjun opened his eyes and saw the round face of his personal bodyguard Xiaohu.

"Hey, why did he call you His Highness? Did Yun Wen confer a title on you?"

Lao Zhu's voice rang in my mind.

As the master of the space, Zhu Zhanjun can project the scenes of the outside world into the space to let the farmhands understand the situation outside.

"Um...Grandpa, this matter is quite complicated. I will discuss it with you slowly when I have time later."

Zhu Zhanjun replied in his heart, stood up with the help of Xiaohu, and saw two Ming soldiers on horseback beside him.

Seeing the two soldiers, Zhu Zhanjun felt relieved, fortunately he arrived in time.

After returning from the Bering Strait, Zhu Zhanjun could have returned from Nurgandusi, but he ordered to turn to Yinma River, saying that it would be faster to go through the grassland.

In fact, he changed direction for another purpose.

In the autumn of the seventh year of Yongle, the Tatar Khan Bayanchur executed the Ming envoy Guo Ji and hung his head outside the tent, which was a naked provocation to the Ming Dynasty.

How could the old man, who always has a bad temper, tolerate such a suicidal provocation?

He directly mobilized 100,000 soldiers and vowed to crush the Tatars.

Originally he wanted to go there in person, but for some reasons, he could only choose one general to go.

But most of the old man's capable fighters had died. The most powerful one, Zhang Yu, also died in the Battle of Dongchang.

Zhang Fu was a good candidate, but Annan had just been pacified and was still not well behaved and causing frequent disturbances, so Zhang Fu really couldn't leave.

The old man picked and chose, and finally chose the candidate, Duke Qiu Fu of Qi.

It is true that this veteran is a fierce fighter, but he is not a talented commander.

The old man had no one under his command, so he could only pick a general from the short guys and let this guy take over.

Before leaving, he repeatedly warned the veteran general not to underestimate the enemy.

As a result, the veteran didn't listen at all. It went in one ear and out the other, and he didn't take the old man's words seriously at all.

He defeated some scattered soldiers at the Luqu River and captured a Tatar minister, who told him the location of the Tatar army directly and readily.

Marshal Qiu was overjoyed. He took more than a thousand light cavalry, abandoned the 100,000 main army, and ran over happily, ready to jump into the trap that could not be pulled out.

The results are self-evident.

This veteran gloriously became the first general to suffer a crushing defeat in the Ming Dynasty's foreign wars since the old man took over.

The 100,000-strong main army had no choice but to retreat because it had no leader. It suffered heavy losses from the harassment and ambushes of the Tatar army along the way.

This disastrous defeat made the old man very angry, and he subsequently made several expeditions to the northern desert in order to avenge this disastrous defeat.

It was because Zhu Zhanjun thought of this incident that he ordered his troops to turn to the Yinma River, with the aim of helping the Ming Dynasty to overcome this humiliation.

Although Marshal Qiu had a good relationship with his second uncle, those soldiers were the elite of the Ming Dynasty. The loss of them would not only hurt the old man, but he would also feel pain, because those were the foundation for his future.

He took out the scratched jade token and showed it to the two men. The two soldiers quickly dismounted and bowed to greet him.

"Greetings, Second Prince."

Zhu Zhanjun stepped forward to help the two of them up, pretending to be puzzled and asked: "This seems to be Wuliangha's territory, how did you come here, did the border troops send you here to spy?"

The two soldiers shook their heads, and one of them quickly reported: "Your Highness, we are not from the border army. We are scouts under the Duke of Qi, and we have been ordered to investigate the surrounding situation."

"Duke Qi?" Zhu Zhanjun pretended not to understand.

The soldier quickly recounted what the Tatars had done and the court's order to send troops.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded as if he understood something. "So that's how it is." Then he asked the soldier, "What are your results now?"

The soldier hesitated for a moment, and then thought that the person in front of him was the second grandson of His Majesty, not an outsider, so he answered directly: "We are scouts of the main army, and we are not clear about the battle situation. We are currently about a hundred miles away from General Qiu."

"But I learned that General Qiu seemed to have discovered the enemy's presence the day before yesterday, right on the bank of the Luqu River."

When Zhu Zhanjun heard this, he knew he was too late.

According to the current time period, the veteran general should have defeated those stragglers, captured the Tatar minister, and was preparing to jump into the enemy's trap happily.

"Little bastard, tell me what's going on. I'm so anxious. Who is this Duke of Qi? Why don't I remember that there is such a duke in our Ming Dynasty?"

After hearing the situation in the space, Old Zhu felt itchy in his heart.

He was the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He had experienced cholera during the Mongols and had a natural hatred for the Mongols.

Now that he heard that the imperial court was at war with the Mongols and Tatars, how could he bear it?

"Grandpa, I'm afraid something has happened."

Old Zhu frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhu Zhanjun briefly and concisely said everything he could say.

After hearing this, Old Zhu walked around in front of the thatched hut, his brain working rapidly. After a moment, he hammered the wooden wall in anger.

"We have an impression of this Qiu Fu. He is the bodyguard of the Fourth Brother. He is a reckless man. He is about to fall into the trap. Why did Yunwen send this idiot? Where are Geng Bingwen, Guo Ying, and Xu Huizu that we left for him?"

"Any one of the three of them is better than this rough guy named Qiu."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhanjun whispered in his heart: "Grandpa, these three generals have all passed away."

Old Zhu was stunned and raised his hand to slap his forehead hard.

"It's fate. It's really fate."

After saying that, he hurriedly said, "Where's your grandfather? Xiao Si has learned a lot of skills from his father-in-law Xu Da. He is better than this idiot. If you can send him, why not just let Xiao Si come?"

"Uh!" Zhu Zhanjun smiled awkwardly.

Zhu Zhanjun's awkward yet polite smile made Old Zhu understand the reason instantly.

"This little bastard doesn't even trust his own family. Didn't he remember anything I told him to do?"

"We repeatedly told him to consult his uncles if there were any problems he couldn't solve, but he didn't listen to a word we said."

"You little bastard..."

Zhu was so angry that he jumped up and down and cursed. After a moment, he remembered that now was not the time to be angry, so he quickly shouted at the scene in front of him: "The main army of the Northern Expedition is now without a commander. If they knew that Qiu Fu had fallen into a trap, they would definitely be in chaos, giving the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"Little bastard, you must hurry over here immediately and take over the command of the legion as a member of the Ming royal family."

"How should we arrange the army and fight? I will teach you. You must protect this 100,000-man army for us."

"Damn it, if I had known that the court would only have idiots like this, Lan Yu would not have killed them so early."

(End of this chapter)