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

Chapter 306: The first lucky person, Zhu Qiyu of the Ming Dynasty
"You two stinky boys, there's a lot of shit and piss on the lazy donkey. I'm waiting for you. Next time I run, I'll be careful not to take you with me."

When everyone gathered under the altar, Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Qizhen, who had been away doing something unknown, ran over mysteriously, carrying a large package on their backs.

Seeing the two guys acting mysteriously, Zhu Zhanji gave them a scolding with a cold face.

These are all his descendants, and one of them is his son. They are dragging their feet on such an important matter, which is a disgrace to him.

The two did not dare to refute, and just laughed dryly and said that some things were just small things and there would definitely not be a next time.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't care and led everyone to stride towards the altar floating in the void.

When they arrived in front of the altar, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

The altar, which is as big as a swimming pool, is filled with golden spring water, which occasionally overflows from the altar and turns into raindrops that sprinkle the entire space.

The lotus inside bloomed brilliantly, and the emerald green lotus leaves with golden threads covered the entire pond.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this scene is so comforting to watch."

Old Zhu scooped up some golden spring water, put it in his mouth and tasted it with a look of emotion on his face.

He was the first one to arrive in the space, and the golden spring water in the altar of the space had never been so abundant.

After everyone arrived at the altar, Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand and pointed to his forehead, and a ray of colorful light shone on the lotus altar in the center of the lotus pond.

A ray of light shot straight into the sky and slowly formed a golden light.

The light gate seems somewhat unreal and is obviously not from the real world.

“I don’t know who the first lucky person will be.”

Zhu Houzhao was full of curiosity. After all, as far as he knew, his predecessors and descendants, including himself, all had conflicts.

For example, Zhu Qizhen and Zhu Qiyu, as well as him and his cousin, not only did they fight whenever they met, but their relationship was definitely not good either.

After confirming that the gate had been officially formed, Zhu Zhanjun turned and headed towards the pasture farther away from the altar.

An army of soldiers who were transferred over and prepared turned into a token and fell into his hands.

These are the soldiers brought by various generals. They can follow Zhu Zhanjun to various time and space to fight and guard.

"Let's go and see who is the first one to arrive."

Zhu Zhanjun greeted everyone, pushed open the light door, and led everyone in.

The light and shadows flashed quickly before my eyes, and when it became clear, I appeared in the suburbs.

"Is this, the outskirts of the capital?"

Looking at the desolate scene around him, Zhu Zhanjun felt it looked familiar. After thinking about it, he felt that it seemed to be the suburbs of the capital, and in Peking.

"Yes, this is the southern suburbs of the capital."

Zhu Houzhao, who was very familiar with the place, identified it at a glance.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Just as everyone was looking at the surrounding environment, the rumbling sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the distance.

Everyone had experienced fighting on the battlefield, and they instantly determined that this was the sound of a large number of cavalry moving, and the sound of Mongolian ponies pedaling.

Everyone quickly hid their bodies and looked towards the source of the sound.

In less than a moment, a large group of Wala cavalry rushed over, their number at least tens of thousands.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Wala cavalry!"

Seeing the other person's clothes, Zhu Houzhao poked Zhu Qizhen next to him.

As far as everyone knows, a large group of Oirat cavalry appeared near the capital. There was only one possibility: Yesen invaded.

Hearing Zhu Houzhao's teasing, Zhu Qizhen looked embarrassed and glanced guiltily at Old Zhu, Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhanji.

As for his second uncle Zhu Zhanjun, Zhu Qizhen felt that compared with these people, his second uncle had been good enough to him.

"Lan Yu, go grab a tongue."

After confirming the possible era, Lao Zhu's originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious and indifferent, and he directly ordered Lan Yu to catch a tongue.

Lan Yu nodded and patted Huo Qubing who came with him. The two of them took out their loaded pistols and disappeared behind the crowd.

In less than an incense stick of time, the two men came back dragging a bundle of things that looked like a pig.

"Who among you can speak Wala?"

Seeing that it was a Wala soldier, Zhu Zhanjun turned around and asked the people around him.

"Let me do it."

Zhu Biao said something, walked forward and began to question.

At first this guy was uncooperative, but after Lan Yu cut a few pieces of his flesh with a knife, he instantly became obedient and told everything like pouring beans.

“We are back in that world again.”

After listening to Zhu Biao's translation, Old Zhu couldn't help but sigh.

This is the world where Zhu Qizhen lives.

In the Battle of Tumu, Yesen was defeated but he did not die.

After retreating back to the grassland, they wanted to recuperate, but later they heard that Zhu Qizhen had disappeared inexplicably, leaving behind an inexplicable edict, asking Zhu Qiuyu to take the throne.

As a result, Zhu Qizhen's mother, Empress Dowager Sun, strongly opposed this. She believed that Zhu Qizhen's disappearance was not an accident at all, nor was he taken away by Emperor Taizu as Zhang Fu said.

Instead, it was Zhang Fu and others who felt that Zhu Qizhen did not listen to them, causing such heavy losses to the Ming army, so they plotted to kill Zhu Qizhen and wanted to support the more obedient Zhu Qiyu.

Because of this incident, the imperial court fell into internal strife and was directly divided into two factions.

Some demanded that the young Zhu Jianshen be enthroned directly, while others demanded that the imperial edict be obeyed and Zhu Qiyu be enthroned.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, even the border areas were involved, and the court system fell into chaos. Last year's failure made Yesen extremely unwilling, and after discovering this opportunity.

He mobilized almost the entire force of the grassland, summoned 30,000 troops again, and united with other forces in the Western Regions, with a total of 60,000 troops, and invaded from Xuanfu again.

As the imperial court was caught up in internal strife, all the generals at the border were implicated and imprisoned due to Zhu Qizhen's inexplicable disappearance, causing the border defense system to be extremely weak.

In its heyday, it could only maintain a stalemate with the grasslands, but now it has become so weak that it can't resist at all.

The northern land fell into chaos in an instant, and in less than half a month, Yesen led his troops to the city of Peking.

As for the imperial court, due to the internal strife, the other side was restrained and in order to prevent the Jingnan Incident from happening again, neither side would allow the other side to transfer troops to Beiping.

As a result, when they received the news of Yesen's invasion, the only troops left in Peking were the crippled Shenji Battalion, the Sanqian Battalion and the Wujun Battalion, with a total of less than 20,000 troops.

Because of a year of internal strife, these 2 troops had problems with internal supply and command. In addition to the disastrous defeat at the beginning of last year, these troops have almost no combat effectiveness.

Yesen had no idea how many people actually fought in the war, but according to his estimation, ten thousand was the maximum.

Today is the third day of Yesen's siege. Under the command of Minister of War Yu Qian, the city of Beiping has already fortified its walls and cleared the countryside, waiting for reinforcements from other places to arrive.

The tens of thousands of cavalrymen just now were the ones who had just returned from raiding the surrounding valleys.

Yesen set out in a hurry and did not prepare much food and fodder. Yu Qian also cleared the countryside, so they could only plunder the surrounding cities.

They were all called back today because they received news that the Ming army was planning to leave the city and fight a desperate battle.

Yesen gathered all his forces, intending to take advantage of the enemy's strategy and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, breaking into the city.

"Look at the woman you married. Go back and order that man surnamed Sun to be executed."

After listening to Zhu Biao's translation, the old man became so angry that his face turned blue and he kicked Zhu Zhanji on the butt.

Old Zhu's face didn't look much better.

He originally thought that everything was well arranged and there shouldn't be any problems, but now, things have turned out to be the worst.

"How many times have we told you that the harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs? None of you bastards listened. Look at what has happened. If we don't come, I'm afraid the Ming Dynasty will be over."

After pointing at the old man and others and scolding them, Old Zhu looked at Zhu Zhanjun and asked, "How do you fight?"

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the direction where the army was leaving and said calmly, "Since they want to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, let's attack them from both sides."

"This kind of fighting method must have been thought up by Yu Qian. With the abilities of Yu Qian and others, it will be no problem to stop them."

"Since there is no worry in front, let's attack him from behind and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop."

"Woooooooo..."

In the city of Beiping, where murderous aura was spreading, trumpets blew.

Teams of Ming troops, ready to die, marched out of the city of Peking and assembled in front of Deshengmen, ready for a decisive battle.

On the city wall, all the old and young, women and children gathered, ready to defend the city to the death in case the army leaving the city was defeated.

Opposite them, densely packed grassland cavalry looked at the tall city walls with fiery eyes.

Their Khan said that they would not stop attacking the city for three days.

This is Peking City, the heart of the Ming Dynasty.

There are aristocrats, wealthy families, and countless beautiful daughters and young ladies.

If you can get in, rob a few of them, and get a few beautiful young ladies, your life will be worth it.

Yesen sat on his horse, looking at the city of Beiping opposite, with a gleam of heat in his eyes.

If he could capture the city before him, he would be as great as Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan.

He touched the corners of his eyes, feeling the scars left from last year's war, then drew the sword from his waist and pointed it forcefully towards the army in front of the city of Beiping.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

In an instant, the Wala Legion shouted excitedly, and the Wala cavalry, waving various weapons and making all kinds of strange noises, charged towards the Ming army assembled in front of the city wall.

Yu Qian stood at the front. Although he was originally a civil servant, he was wearing iron armor, holding a long spear in his hand, and staring closely at the Wala cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

"Steady, steady..."

Faced with the cavalry charge, many soldiers recalled the fear they experienced last year and could not help but tremble.

Some musketeers couldn't help but light the fuse, and some archers wanted to loosen the bowstring.

The officers who were moving around in the team kept shouting to stabilize the soldiers' emotions.

Two hundred feet, one hundred feet, eighty feet, the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Yu Qian raised the spear in his hand and silently prepared for the fight.

"Fire arrows!"

When the two sides were less than thirty feet apart, Yu Qian roared.

In an instant, a rain of arrows whizzed out, and the Wala people on the opposite side also released the bowstrings at the same time, and dense rain of arrows whizzed towards the other side.

"Puff puff…"

In an instant, people from both sides were shot by arrows and fell to the ground, accompanied by groans and screams.

No one cared, no one looked, both sides stared at each other, holding their weapons tightly, ready to fight to the death.

"Woooooooo..."

Just as the two sides were about to collide, suddenly a series of whistling sounds were heard in the sky.

Before both sides could react, a violent explosion broke out among the Wala cavalry, reaping many brutal lives.

(End of this chapter)