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

"According to our policy intelligence, the Angel Alliance has begun a large-scale withdrawal, retreating to important towns and castles."

"With the Prussian Empire as the defense line, all the way to Constantinople, it formed a defense line thousands of kilometers long."

"They have mobilized millions of people and are building fortifications on a large scale. In order to speed up the process, all forces in the Angel Alliance have invested all their strength."

At the Beijing headquarters, Li Baishi quickly introduced the situation and continuously marked the representatives of various forces on the map.

"In addition, they broke up their forces into small groups in Poland and surrounding areas to harass our logistics lines and marching troops."

“Although their move did not cause serious damage to our army, it affected the progress of our army.”

"According to reports from the front line, unless they ignore everything and advance quickly..."

"Dong dong dong..."

Zhu Zhanjun knocked heavily on the table, interrupting Li Baishi's report.

"Tell General Chang that blitzkrieg is about speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, not about them engaging in an offensive and defensive battle with the enemy."

"Tell him that he doesn't need to worry about the rest, just leave it to my grandfather and Lu Xiangsheng."

"Also notify the air force to carry out round-the-clock bombing of their defense areas."

"Strikes can also be carried out in rear-defense areas, such as key military areas and production areas, which are the main targets of attack."

Li Baishi quickly nodded in agreement.

"How about the southern region?"

After deciding on the course of events in the north, Zhu Zhanjun asked about the situation in the south.

Li Baishi flipped through the notebook in his hand and reported: "According to General Li Jing's report, the southern region is mainly the Ottoman Empire, and the estimated time of the war may be in the next two days."

"General Li Jing is very confident about this battle, and he promises that once the enemy's main force is defeated, he will advance immediately. He will reach Constantinople as quickly as possible, capture this holy place, and unite with General Xu."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded with satisfaction.

In their plan, the first goal was to attack the Angel Alliance first, and then turn to other places after completely destroying the alliance.

Da Piaoliang is too far away and across the sea. That is the final battlefield.

"Tell Li Jing not to disappoint my expectations of him and to cooperate with the Northern Legion as soon as possible to eliminate the forces of the Angel Alliance. There are more difficult battles waiting for us in the future."

After Li Baishi went out to deliver the order, his father Zhu Pangpang beside him said worriedly: "Do you have the confidence to win? After all, the whole world is standing in front of us."

Zhu Pangpang was still somewhat worried about this war of unification.

He has supervised the second world for so many years and is very familiar with the strength of this world.

If only a few of them were taken out alone, they would not be a match for the Ming Dynasty. Even if four or five of them joined together, the Ming Dynasty could still crush them.

But this time the war is against the whole world.

Although we have the Russians as a semi-ally, people like them cannot be trusted. They are completely fence-sitters who change their views according to the wind.

At the beginning, the Ming Dynasty was very powerful, and the shameless Russian bear immediately wagged its tail.

Later, when they saw that Ming had conquered the Asan region and stopped attacking, they thought that Ming was under pressure and started to flirt with the Angel Alliance again.

As a result, the Ming Dynasty defeated the Northern Legion of the Angel Alliance with a lightning strike. This guy immediately turned against them and shamelessly sold out their Tsar.

Zhu Pangpang was extremely distrustful of such forces, as they even dared to sell out their own emperor.

"Dad, the question right now is not whether we can win or not, but we must win this war."

Zhu Zhanjun explained to his father: "The situations in the three worlds are extremely urgent. Once our power is expanded again, new worlds will be opened up again."

"The war between the three worlds has already put a lot of pressure on our Ming Dynasty. If another world comes, and it is similar to the situation in the Great Yan World, once we can't bear it, the whole situation will collapse."

"So we must ensure that there will not be a large-scale war between the two worlds before the new world opens up."

After saying that, he stood up, looked at his father and said solemnly: "Dad, leave the war to me, grandpa, great-grandfather and those generals. Your task is to think about how to stabilize the entire world after the war, slowly annex them, and then integrate them into our Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Pangpang nodded.

Having been the Crown Prince Regent for so many years, he naturally understood one thing: maintaining a business is more difficult than starting a business.

If he wants to expand the territory, all he needs is a strong army. However, how to manage the local people after taking it over and how to balance the interests of the people of the Ming Dynasty and other people all require him, as a manager, to consider carefully.

Any slight problem would lead to large-scale chaos and riots.

Once chaos and riots occur in an area, it will be impossible to develop production.

So compared to fighting in a war, his pressure is not light at all.

After chatting with his father for a while, Zhu Zhanjun left the palace and headed for the plane to go to the southern battlefield.

His task is also very heavy.

Millions of troops may seem spectacular, but the logistical supplies consumed every day are innumerable astronomical figures.

It was a daunting task for the logistics department alone to provide these troops with sufficient supplies, not to mention the vast battlefields in the north and south.

After discussion, Zhu Zhanjun finally decided to go to the south in person and take charge of the military supply issues in the south.

The logistics department fully supports the North and ensures the logistics of the Northern Army.

It was already the next day when Zhu Zhanjun arrived at the place.

Without sending anyone to greet him, Zhu Zhanjun directly boarded the armored vehicle prepared for him and headed to the headquarters in the battle area under the escort of a mechanized infantry regiment. This was not because he wanted to have a special regiment to protect him just for the sake of appearance.

Since the occupation, some problems have often occurred in the Asan area, and it is currently under strict control.

Zhu Zhanjun's identity is too special and he cannot be harmed in any way.

In Lao Zhu's words, anyone in this space can die, except Zhu Zhanjun.

They couldn't guarantee what would happen to those who were summoned into the space once Zhu Zhanjun died.

It's so hard to have the opportunity to live and be with family, and no one is willing to give it up.

If it weren't so troublesome to provide logistical supplies from the south, no one present would let Zhu Zhanjun take the risk.

The team rumbled past, and the Indians on the street looked at this majestic team curiously from afar.

On both sides of the street, every few meters, there is a soldier standing guard, fully armed and alert to anyone.

There is a machine gun position a hundred meters away, ready to guard against these Indians who dare to defy the heavens and the earth at any time.

Through the bulletproof glass, Zhu Zhanjun was also looking at the situation outside.

Zhu Zhanjun's first impression of Ah San was that he was dirty, messy and the kind that would not let go of either male or female.

Originally, he thought, things should be better in this ancient situation.

But looking around, the streets he was walking on had been specially cleaned, so it was better, but the alleys and corners were filthy by then.

Without smelling the smell outside, Zhu Zhanjun could guess it just by his imagination.

The soldiers standing guard and escorting him almost all wore face scarves and masks, which showed how much they hated the environment here.

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head and said to the secretary beside him: "Send a telegram to my father and ask him to send an official to sort out the environment here and the quality of the people here."

The Ganges Plain is the future grain production base, and Zhu Zhanjun does not want his Ming people and soldiers to eat contaminated food.

The plump and beautiful secretary next to him quickly and obediently wrote down the contents, then tore off the paper and handed it to the radio operator in the next space through the baffle in front.

Although the armored vehicle Zhu Zhanjun was riding in was specially customized, its comfortable environment was not as good as his luxury car.

In addition, the roads in India were so bad that the secretary stumbled along the way and felt so dizzy that she couldn't even stand steadily.

This made the personal guards look at him strangely, as they thought that this young secretary had been favored and was pregnant with the emperor's son.

"Your Majesty!"

It was already sunset when we arrived at the front line.

Li Jing, Zuo Zongtang, Zeng Guofan and their generals greeted them at the door.

Zhu Zhanjun was wearing an ordinary soldier's uniform and raised his hand slightly to salute several people.

As the military modernizes, changes are being made to the way it salutes.

There are mainly two types: saluting when wearing combat uniforms and training uniforms.

If you wear a retro uniform, you will do a military salute.

Under the personal guidance of Li Jing, Zhu Zhanjun walked into the operations room.

"stand at attention!"

The duty officer shouted loudly, and all the combat staff and signalmen immediately stood up and saluted Zhu Zhanjun.

"Just get busy, no need to be polite!"

Zhu Zhanjun returned the greeting with a smile and walked towards the sand table in the center.

"What's the current situation?"

Li Jing waved his hand, and a combat staff officer stepped forward, picked up the baton and began to explain: "Your Majesty, the area we are in now is Peshawar. We are currently building a defense line here as our army's defense and departure position."

"Five miles away is the position of the Angel Alliance's Western Army. They have been here for more than ten days and have not launched an attack."

"We are also waiting for His Highness, so we did not take the initiative to attack."

After listening to the introduction, Zhu Zhanjun asked curiously: "Commander-in-chief on the opposite side, have you checked it out?"

Li Jing stepped forward and said, "We have checked it out. His name is Arthur Richard Wellesley, the 2nd Duke of Wellington."

"So it was him."

Zhu Zhanjun suddenly understood.

It's not that he knew the other person, but the other person's father, the Duke of Wellington, was too famous. He was known as the Su Qin of the West. He was the commander-in-chief of seven countries. He was a contemporary of Napoleon and his abilities were indeed good.

"If I had known it was him, I should have called Napoleon over. Who knows, he might be very interested in this guy."

After identifying the enemy, Zhu Zhanjun smiled and teased.

Everyone burst into laughter.

It’s amazing to think about two generations of father and son facing one enemy.

After everyone's voices fell, Zhu Zhanjun restrained his smile, raised his hand to pull out the flag on the opposite position, and planted the flag of the Ming Dynasty on it.

"Launch the attack tomorrow morning!" (End of this chapter)