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

Chapter 307: King Qing, kowtow more and talk less

"Minister Yu, what's going on?"

An officer chopped down a Wala cavalryman, stepped forward to help Yu Qian deal with an enemy, supported the other person, and looked in shock at the cavalry group covered by artillery fire.

There was already smoke and dust rising to the sky. The cavalrymen who swarmed over there suffered dozens or even hundreds of casualties with every loud bang. The center was blown into a bloody mist.

He was a little surprised, wondering whether the attack came from an enemy or a friend?
Yu Qian quickly scanned the battlefield and saw that the enemies who rushed over were either killed or fled in panic. He gritted his teeth and said, "The situation is unknown. Let's retreat back to the city first and figure out the situation first."

"Yes."

The officer responded and began to order the troops to retreat back to the city.

The Ming army, which was also frightened, retreated in a panic after hearing the order from above.

They didn't have many men and horses, and the Deshengmen gate was wide, so they retreated quickly.

The city gate slammed shut, leaving only the Wala cavalry covered by artillery fire outside.

"Minister Yu, what on earth is going on?"

Zhu Qiyu, who was guarding the city together, looked at the situation outside the city with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

To their surprise, the enemy suffered heavy losses, but what puzzled them was where these reinforcements came from.

Although he was not the emperor, he still knew something about the situation of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty did not have such powerful artillery.

Seeing Yu Qian coming up, he hurried forward to ask if the Minister of War knew what was going on.
Standing on the city wall, looking at the area covered by artillery, Yu Qian frowned and shook his head.

"I don't know either, but judging from the current situation, it should be in our favor."

"Then what should we do next?" Zhu Qiyu felt a little relieved and asked again.

Yu Qian gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, whether it's an enemy or a friend, you'll know it in a moment."

The artillery fire lasted for half an hour, and the attacking Wala cavalry suffered heavy casualties during this half-hour bombardment.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere outside Deshengmen.

Some surviving wounded soldiers and injured horses groaned in pain on the battlefield filled with smoke.

"Order the troops to start the attack!"

On a small hill, Zhu Zhanjun, holding a telescope to observe the effect of the artillery bombardment, gave the order to attack.

"Beep beep beep..."

As Zhu Zhanjun's order was issued, the bugler blew the attack horn.

"kill!"

The Ming army soldiers who were waiting in front of the high slope took up their rifles with bayonets, formed a 33 formation based on squads and platoons, and began to attack the Wala troops from three directions.

Huo Qubing charged ahead, holding a submachine gun and personally leading the team to charge.

He didn't like being in the rear, he preferred this kind of passionate charge, and it was to kill the grassland barbarians.

The hiding place was less than a mile away from the Wala troops. For the elite troops in the space, it only took a blink of an eye to engage in battle with the enemy.

Rushing forward, looking at the panicked Wala cavalry on the opposite side, Huo Qubing raised his submachine gun and pulled the trigger.

The soldiers following behind him also raised their rifles and shot accurately.

The mortarmen following behind quickly set up the mortars and provided fire support to the troops in the front.

The artillerymen, who had rested for a while, began to roar again, firing slowly at the attacking infantry units.

The Wala cavalry, who had already been frightened by the artillery fire, were shocked to see that the enemy was so fierce and the weapons they held were unprecedented.

As soon as the enemy raised their hands, a large number of people on their side fell down.

Such a demonic attack made their morale plummet to the lowest point, and the artillery's subsequent attack directly crushed their will.

The unbearable Wala cavalry no longer accepted the officers' orders and fled in a direction they thought was safe.

But Huo Qubing would never give them a chance to escape. He launched attacks from three directions, hoping to completely block them here.

"Which unit is this from?"

Zhu Zhanjun ordered his troops to launch an attack. Such a big movement could naturally not escape observation from the city wall.

Yu Qian and Zhu Qiyu, who had been waiting, looked at the team that had defeated the Wala cavalry with confusion in their eyes.

This army should be armed with firearms, but their clothes are not those of the Ming army. Instead, they look weird.

At the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhanjun held many meetings with the military to discuss whether to reform the military uniforms.

After testing several styles, the military finally chose the latest military uniform.

The new military uniform eliminated the skirt and replaced it with a style closer to modern clothing.

This is not because Zhu Zhanjun did not follow tradition and continued to choose Hanfu for the army, but because in the comparison between the new military uniforms and the old military uniforms, the soldiers had great complaints about the old military uniforms.

New weapons were issued to the troops and the way of combat was also changed. Long-term climbing and lying posture, and the old-fashioned long gown uniforms were extremely inconvenient.

Especially for the troops in the south, when encountering rainy weather, once they are covered with mud and water, it not only increases the weight but also seriously hinders their movements.

The new long-tube military uniform has a close-fitting design that not only allows soldiers to perform various tactical actions easily, but also will not have much impact on the soldiers when encountering water or mud.

After much discussion and consideration, it was finally decided to reform the uniforms of the entire Ming army.

Therefore, the camouflage outfit of the Ming army today is closer to modern aesthetics, and the ancients would find it a bit awkward.

"It's the Ming word, it's our army!" After all, he was young and had good eyesight. In the smoke and dust, Zhu Qiyu saw a fluttering flag. His eyes lit up instantly, and he excitedly grabbed Yu Qian and cheered loudly.

"Ming army?"

Yu Qian was stunned for a moment.

As the Minister of War, how could he not know that the Ming Dynasty had such an army?
The battle below was extremely fierce and equally devastating.

As the saying goes, the grassland army composed mainly of cavalry was invincible in ancient times.

Faced with modern automatic firepower, the brave cavalrymen became singing and dancing herdsmen.

In order to increase the strongest firepower, among the 10 troops brought here, four people in a -man team are equipped with automatic submachine guns.

In larger teams, there are also supporting firepower such as light machine guns and mortars.

Add to that the palm-powered thunder that the soldiers carry with them. Not to mention the Mongolian cavalry armed with swords, even an elite force from World War II would have a hard time holding out in a head-on encounter if they were equal in number.

The battle started fiercely and ended very suddenly.

As the last group of Wala cavalry were shot into pieces by the charging soldiers with submachine guns, the battlefield, which was filled with all kinds of sounds, suddenly became quiet.

As per custom, the soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, collect their weapons, calm their horses, and clear away the corpses.

Everyone was busy with their own things in an orderly manner, and paid no attention to the Ming army troops on the city wall who had been frightened silly.

"It's our turn."

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Zhu Zhanjun smiled.

He was looking forward to seeing the shock and horror of the Ming Dynasty officials in this time and space when they saw them.

Perhaps these officials did not know Old Zhu and his brother Zhu Biao and others.

But my grandfather, my father Zhu Pangpang, and Zhu Zhanji were once emperors of this group of people.

"Wait, our stuff isn't ready yet."

Just as everyone was about to set off, Zhu Houzhao stopped them with a smile.

Then, while everyone was puzzled, he called a few flag bearers, took off the large package he had been carrying, and handed it to the flag bearers.

Zhu Zhanjun and others looked at him in confusion, not understanding what this kid was doing.

Soon, flags were brought out and hung on the flags by the flag bearers.

When they saw the words on the flag, everyone from Zhu Xi to Zhu Youxiao were as speechless as their expressions could be.

There are three big words written on these flags.

Starting from the first one, they are Ming Taizu, Ming Taizong, Ming Renzong, Ming Shengzong, Ming Xuanzong, Ming Yingzong, Ming Wuzong, and Ming Xizong led by Zhu Youjiao.

Especially the Emperor Shengzong of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhanjun was so upset that he stepped forward and kicked Zhu Houzhao on the butt, who had a smug look on his face and an expression that said "I'm about to be praised".

"You little bastard, let me ask you what the hell Ming Shengzong is and who told you to name it that."

Zhu Houzhao patted his butt and said, "Isn't this normal? It's all given by descendants. I'm your descendant, so isn't it natural to give you this clan name?"

Zhu Zhanjun was so angry that he raised his foot again, but the old man stopped him with a laugh.

"Emperor Shengzong of Ming is pretty good. He sounds quite impressive. Hahahaha..."

The old man made this joke, and the others also laughed.

Zhu Zhanjun was so tired that he kicked Zhu Houzhao on the butt a few more times before he stopped.

"Okay, stop making trouble. The enemies have been dealt with. It's time to deal with our own people."

Old Zhu also laughed a few times, then looked at the city wall with a slightly cold expression, and led everyone towards the city of Beiping.

"Your Majesty, Yesen's head is here."

Just as everyone walked down the hillside, Huo Qubing came over carrying a human head.

Zhu Zhanjun took a look and nodded, then led his men to continue walking towards the city wall.

A living person is still a person, but a dead person is just a pile of smelly skin and has no value anymore.

"Minister Yu, someone is coming."

Zhu Qiyu, who had been observing this strange Ming army, noticed the dazzling flags and quickly reminded Yu Qian.

As the battle ended, the smoke slowly dissipated, and the scene in the distance appeared before everyone's eyes.

The flags were getting closer and closer, and those who could read could see clearly what was written on them.

"Who is so bold as to display the late emperor's clan name?"

When Zhu Qiyu saw the above content, his face turned pale.

He originally had some good feelings towards this rescue army, but at this moment, all of that was gone.

However, he did not notice that Yu Qian next to him had been standing there in a daze, staring at the four people with a blank look in his eyes.

He was not very familiar with the others, but he had seen these four people with his own eyes and even met them, so he would definitely not make a mistake.

"Your Highness, something big is going to happen."

After seeing the four men clearly, Yu Qian took a deep breath and solemnly told Zhu Qiyu: "If you trust me, just kowtow and don't say anything. Otherwise, I can't protect you."

(End of this chapter)