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

Condemn, protest.

If condemning protests was useful, then what would be the point of having guns and armies?

Anyone who can fight would not disappoint the people by talking nonsense.

Besides, was it just talking that the Great Yan Nation developed from a poor and weak country into one of the six giants in more than 20 years?

They gained this precious status through fighting in tough battles and sacrificing countless soldiers.

If condemnation and protest were effective, why would soldiers have guns? Wouldn't it be enough for each of them to hold a microphone and curse at the other side?

"Although it won't work, it can disgust the other party. I think we can give it a try."

The Prime Minister pondered for a moment and said, "In addition, arm the people and let them choose their own shelters in the city to resist the attack of the Yan army."

"Most of the buildings in our city, except for the imperial palace and some mansions, have been almost completely destroyed."

"Based on my understanding of them, they will launch a clean-up attack next, completely capture the palace, and achieve victory."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

In their guess, the Yan army did not choose to bomb the palace in order to finally occupy it.

If it's all blown to the ground, what's the point of taking it down?

The destroyed palace and the dead locusts are not in the interests of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Only by occupying the palace, raising their own military flag and forcing the locusts to surrender can the vanity of the emperor, soldiers and civilians of the Great Yan Kingdom be satisfied.

A group of people hid in the basement to discuss for half the night and finally decided on a defense plan. At the same time, they continued to send messages to the outside world, asking support troops from all over the place to arrive quickly.

Of course, in order to prevent themselves from being defeated one by one by the Great Yan Kingdom’s army, they were required to set out only when they had gathered to a certain size.

Although such a result might cause the rescue troops to arrive later, it is still a very good result compared to being annihilated one by one.

The little squashes were planning how to fight, and the Yan army outside was also planning how to attack.

In the command room, the officers sat together, munching on steamed buns and eating stewed meat.

Everything is kept simple in war, so when it comes to food, the main thing is to keep it filling and simple.

At the kitchen camp, they started steaming big buns and stewing large pieces of meat.

Soldiers could hold a steamed bun in one hand and gnaw on meat with the other to quickly fill their stomachs.

Zhu Zhanjun, Gongsun Qi and others ate in the same way as the officers.

Zhu Zhanjun could be given special treatment, but as a superior, it was sometimes necessary to put on a show.

After putting the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth, Zhu Zhanjun took a big gulp from the kettle, put the bun down, rinsed his mouth, spit out the mouthwash, stood up and said to everyone:
"To be honest, I'm not satisfied with today's offense."

Jiang An, who was chewing meat, lowered his head in shame. He knew he was the one being talked about without being named.

The other troops all attacked smoothly, especially the few troops that went out to ambush the reinforcements of Xiaowagua, they fought very beautifully and the number of casualties was kept to double digits.

On his side, after a day of fighting, the Shenji Battalion had suffered more than 270 casualties and hundreds of serious and minor wounded. It could be said that this was the unit with the heaviest casualties in this battle.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't give him any face at all and said, "War requires brains. Modern warfare is like the siege warfare of the past. Blowing up a breach and rushing in, is that fighting? That's going in to die. Let the soldiers go, why don't you go?"

"Boom boom boom!"

Zhu Zhanjun tapped the table with his knuckles and said coldly, "I won't name anyone here. I just hope that some people can remember that you are a senior commander. Every decision you make affects the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers. You must learn to adapt and keep up with the times."

"No matter which unit you are in, if this happens again, I know you, but the military law doesn't."

"Yes!"

All officers immediately stood up and responded.

Zhu Zhanjun pressed his hand and asked everyone to sit down. He walked to the map behind him and began to give orders: "Most of our troops have entered this world. Next, except for the Shenji Battalion and the Left Battalion of the Five Military Battalions, which will stay behind to besiege the opponent's Shenjing City, the other troops will begin to advance in other directions."

"Shenwei Battalion, start advancing to the southwest tomorrow. Your mission is to reach the rear of Liuli Island as quickly as possible and provide support to Commander Duan."

"Yes!"

Shen An stood up, raised his hand to salute, and accepted the task.

"Three Thousand Battalions, you..."

Orders were issued one after another, and officers stood up and received them.

After arranging the last unit, Zhu Zhanjun looked at his watch and said to the officers, "Okay, these are the general tasks. Go back and prepare. Leave before 11:00 a.m. tomorrow."

"Remember, end the entire war within three months and plant our flag on this land."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

The officers stood up en masse and shouted their assurances.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and waved to let everyone go. After everyone left, Zhu Zhanjun walked over to Xu Da who was sitting by the fire and stewing meat.

"Why didn't you say a word just now, old man?"

After tasting the soup and confirming that it tasted just right, Xu Da poured a bowl of soup and handed it to Zhu Zhanjun, saying with a smile, "You arranged it very well. It doesn't matter whether I say anything or not."

"That's right, it's good, and the scolding is good too." Chang Yuchun, who was sitting opposite, sipped his soup and echoed, "Some wooden knots won't bloom unless you hit them hard."

"Jiang An's ability and level are still good, but sometimes he can't switch his thinking. This is the habit of old generals who have switched from cold weapons to firearms."

"In fact, it's not just him. Sometimes I can't come back to my senses and subconsciously fight according to the previous tactics."

Xu Da laughed and said to Chang Yuchun: "Old buddy, sometimes we have to admit that we are really old and can't keep up with this world."

"It's only now that we old guys are still of some use, otherwise I would have gone to Ming Dynasty long ago, lived there in old age and waited for my grandson to see me off to the grave."

"Retirement!"

Chang Yuchun was touched. He looked at Zhu Zhanjun who was drinking soup and listening to the two people's conversation. He said with emotion: "If it weren't for this little guy pulling us over, we wouldn't even be able to support ourselves when we grow old."

The next morning, after breakfast, the troops set out towards their respective targets.

During the night from yesterday to tonight, all millions of troops were transported here, including the supplies and equipment they needed.

In order to ensure quick supplies, a temporary supply station was built near the light gate.

Tens of thousands of military trucks were constantly going in and out, transporting boxes of supplies, equipment and ammunition to the corresponding troops.

As for transportation, Zhu Zhanjun was a little worried at first, fearing that the roads were bad and the delivery would be slow and unable to be delivered to the troops in time.

After some investigation, we found out that in order to keep up with the times and develop the domestic economy, Xiaowagua started building roads on a large scale ten years ago.

Although it is not as neat and convenient as the highways of later generations, the overall construction level is barely good.

The main roads are paved with a mixture of gravel and asphalt, and the secondary roads are also paved with gravel, which is then rolled and compacted many times.

As other troops set out towards their target, the Shenji Battalion also began to prepare.

Artillery commander Zhang Dapao stretched his body, picked up the phone and began to give orders.

"Attention, all artillery groups, high-explosive shells, begin an hour of warm-up firing!"

Although the separation of various troops reduced the size of the artillery in Zhang Dapao's hands, it still maintained a scale of 800 artillery pieces.

As for his beloved heavy artillery with a caliber of more than 200, except for the guy Shen Shan who bargained with him for ten guns in the middle of the night, other troops only got one or two. As an important siege firepower, most of them were still in his hands.

As his order was given, the artillerymen began their drill.

One shell after another whizzed out and hit the city of Shenjing.

After fighting a fire all night yesterday, the little pumpkins were exhausted both physically and mentally. They had no time to rest and have breakfast. When they heard the whistling sound, their faces changed drastically and they ran to the cellar that they had dug all night yesterday.

In their opinion, as long as they were underground, they would be safe, after all, the shells would explode above.

But they underestimated the power of the shells.

A 210mm heavy artillery shell hit a piece of ruins. A group of little kids hiding in the cellar found that the cellar they dug collapsed in an instant and buried them underneath.

An hour passed in a flash. After the artillery stopped, Jiang An waved his hand and the bugler blew the charge.

However, the soldiers did not follow their previous habit of charging with the sound of trumpets, but instead raised their guns and fired bullets at the city walls, while shouting loudly.

The little monsters hiding in various corners heard the deafening shouts of killing and ran out in panic, ready to resist the attack of the Yan army.

However, when they came out, they found that the Yan army had no intention of attacking at all.

Before they could figure out what was going on, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky.

Many officers with clear minds immediately realized that they had been tricked and looked up at the sky with pale faces.

Bombs were dropped from the sky like raindrops. The bombs exploded in mid-air, and dense steel balls fell from the sky like a rainstorm.

"Puff puff…"

The little guys who were gathering and waiting on the position were instantly turned into sieves by the horrible cluster bomb.

The air force came quickly and left quickly. After dropping the bombs, they just turned around and went back to reload.

The moment the air force left, the artillery in the distance roared again.

"Up, up, up!"

When the city was shrouded in smoke, the officers' urging voices were heard at the Shenji Battalion's departure position.

One by one, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion jumped out of the trenches, formed a 33 attack formation, crouched down and kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings, and under the command of the officers, quickly moved towards the gap in the city wall.

When they approached the city wall, the artillery fire began to advance, and the soldiers poured into the gap and began the formal attack! (End of this chapter)