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

"Commander, are we really going to be stuck like this?"

After Zhu Zhanjun decided on the time to attack, a man with a full beard in an underground bunker opposite looked at the old man who was sitting in his seat and sipping his coffee.

Arthur, Richard, a child who has lived under his father's fame since childhood.

On the surface, he admired and envied his father, but in his heart he hated him very much.

This is not the life he wants, and he doesn't want to live under anyone's name.

But the reality did not allow him to choose. He inherited the title of Duke and became a high and mighty noble Duke.

However, he was not happy. He felt that all this was gained by the old man and he just took over the identity of the old man's son.

He worked hard to improve himself, hoping to surpass that old guy's reputation through his own efforts.

In the Angel Alliance, when choosing a commander, he mobilized all his connections to fight for the position of commander.

Originally he wanted the position of commander in the north, but was rejected by the Gallic people, who joined forces with the Prussians to take away the position of commander in the north.

Fortunately, his connections were useful and he got the position of commander of the South.

Although it is very different from what I had imagined, it is still a good result.

After all, the number of troops he commanded was something that the old man could never imagine in his lifetime.

I took a sip of coffee, and the bitter taste bloomed in my taste buds.

Richard closed his eyes and thought for a while before he slowly said, "Why not? Do you plan to be beaten black and blue like that guy in the north, with millions of troops dying under the guns of the Ming army?"

"Remember, our mission is to stop the Ming army from continuing to move north and prevent them from joining the Northern Army."

"I studied the war intelligence they sent over the past few days."

"The Ming army only has four methods of fighting. The so-called airplanes bomb in the sky, artillery bomb on land, and tanks charge and infantry follow."

After saying this he suddenly laughed and looked at the bearded man.

"Krillin, it's a simple tactic, isn't it."

The bearded man named Klin nodded.

Indeed, if you study it in detail, you will find that the pattern of each war is very simple, starting from the war in which the Ming army appeared at Baliqiao.

At first, there were airship bombings, artillery bombardments, and then infantry charges.

Now it has developed into air bombing, artillery bombardment, armored charges, and infantry following up.

Although it has become a bit more complicated, the overall tactics remain the same.

But it was precisely this simple tactic that brought down one famous general after another in the West.

From the time the Ming army appeared to the present day, no less than 300 million troops from various countries have fallen under the Ming army's tactics.

Richard stood up, holding a cup of coffee and walked to the entrance of the air-raid shelter. Looking at the setting sun in the distance, he slowly said, "The only way to defeat or stop the Ming army in the war is to restrain their tactics."

"If we want to counter his tactics, we must first prevent his bombing from airplanes in the sky and his artillery coverage on the ground."

"As long as we can control these two weapons, we will have achieved half of our goal."

He raised his hand and pointed to the criss-crossing defensive lines in the distance.

"I have been studying the tactics of the Ming army for the past few years, and later I discovered that the positions they built for defense each time were perfect."

"It can prevent air defense, artillery fire, poison, water and fire. It's almost comprehensive."

"The barbed wire and deep trenches outside the position blocked the enemy's infantry charge and the advance of the tank."

"From this we can see that at the very beginning, the Ming army had already incorporated chariots and airplanes into the combat defense system."

Bearded Klin was stunned for a moment and said in shock: "You mean, as early as six or seven years ago, the Ming army had a mature system of chariots and aircraft."

Richard nodded slightly. "That's right. And there's another point. Their extensive use of airships and exaggeration of their power is actually a misleading move that is leading our entire Angel Alliance down the wrong path in terms of sky development."

After finishing the last bit of coffee, Richard sighed, "Unfortunately, they succeeded. Most of the power of the entire Angel Alliance was invested in airships and battleships, which seriously affected our research on other aircraft and weapons."

Looking back at the bearded man behind him, Richard said solemnly, "I even suspect that we have been misled in terms of battleships, but the other party has not yet revealed their trump card."

"God, how did they do it? Are these Oriental people really smarter than us?" Klin was a little unconvinced.

Richard raised his finger and pointed at the Ah San area: "There are four ancient civilizations in the world, ancient Babylon, ancient Egypt, ancient India, and Yanhuang where the Ming Dynasty is located."

"The other three civilizations have experienced a breakdown, and some have even sunk into decline."

"But you can't imagine that in this mysterious place in the East, the civilization has never been lost. It has withstood several dangers of genocide and has continued to develop to this day."

"It's just like an ancient family. Every ancient family has a deep heritage that ordinary people can't imagine."

"Perhaps, after the Ming Dynasty took back their land, it developed so quickly. Maybe they got guidance from their ancestors."

"After all, according to the information we have obtained, when the Ming Dynasty appeared, they were still using the most old-fashioned flintlock rifles."

"However, only a few years have passed, and the weapons they possess and domestic development are beyond our imagination." Richard's words and inner speculation made Klin fall silent.

He was a pure soldier, but he was not a fool, and from Richard's words he came up with a theory.

Richard was extremely cautious when dealing with the Ming Dynasty, always expecting the other side to be at its most powerful.

He would rather be called a coward by those guys in the Angel Alliance than take the risk of launching an attack on the Ming army.

"Can we stop them?" Klin couldn't help but ask.

"Stop them?" Richard was stunned for a moment, looked back at Klin, suddenly laughed, raised his hand and patted Klin on the shoulder.

"My good fellow, you should ask how long we can hold out."

After saying that, he walked into the air-raid shelter with his hands behind his back and humming a little tune.

He never thought that with the terrifying attack power of the Ming army, he would be satisfied if he could delay the Ming army for a short time.

The night was exceptionally quiet, with tiny sparks of fire rising from the positions of both sides.

After a few days of stalemate, neither side took action. In addition, the weather was a little chilly, so the superiors allowed the soldiers below to light a fire.

Zhu Zhanjun was dressed as an ordinary soldier, walking in the first line of defense. Under the soldiers' excited and ecstatic gazes, he patted their helmets and shoulders one by one.

The war is about to begin, and the appearance of the king can give the soldiers 200% morale and combat power.

Of course, all this must be done in absolute safety, otherwise Li Jing would never allow Zhu Zhanjun to appear in the front-line trenches.

The soldiers had received orders long ago. No one saluted or shouted. They just looked excitedly at the figure wearing ordinary soldier uniform and patting their helmets and shoulders as they walked past them.

Just as Zhu Zhanjun had thought, his appearance brought endless fighting spirit and confidence to the soldiers who were about to launch an attack tomorrow.

It was not until the late night that Zhu Zhanjun left the front line and returned to the command center.

Simply showing up and patting the soldiers' shoulders and heads can bring you countless loyal and brave soldiers. Why not do such a thing?

Zhu Zhanjun did not sleep. Instead, he built a fire at the door of the command room. On the fire were large pots filled with sausages, bacon, and pork stewed with vermicelli, which was the favorite dish of the soldiers in the Liaodong region.

Next to the fire sat middle and low-level officers, many of whom had squad leaders with the rank of non-commissioned officers on their shoulders.

However, as the army expanded, the three military ranks of Colonel, Sima, and General could only be used for middle and high-level generals, while some soldiers who did not achieve sufficient merit did not have corresponding ranks.

After careful consideration, Zhu Zhanjun added a non-commissioned officer before the captain.

There is no distinction between left, right, and center, but rather ranks from 1 to 9, the same as the ranks of officials, with rank being the lowest and rank being the highest.

This level of military rank is a reward given to soldiers who are unable to serve as officers but have made outstanding contributions.

These ranks are the same as those of the imperial court's military officers.

If anyone among the non-commissioned officers reaches the first rank, generals at the rank will raise their hands to salute and call him "old squad leader" when they see him.

Zhu Zhanjun picked up a ceramic bowl, stood up and faced the densely packed officers in front of him.

All the officers stood up in unison, looking straight at Zhu Zhanjun with admiration, excitement, and yearning.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and said, "Alcohol is forbidden in the army, but today I will break this rule and everyone can drink a small bowl."

The officers' mouths dropped open instantly.

Soldiers may lose their lives on the battlefield at any time, so they are very dependent on mental consumables such as tobacco and alcohol.

Unfortunately, the Ming army had strict regulations prohibiting drinking when on guard or on military missions.

The soldiers could only numb their minds with cigarettes to kill their boring time.

To the extent that the largest amount provided by the military logistics department every day was boxes of cigarettes.

The guards carried wine jugs and ceramic bowls, gave one to each officer present, and then poured wine into them.

"Pour more, pour more!"

Some officers who were craving for wine were still muttering under their breath, but the soldiers ignored them and immediately replaced them when they reached the designated height.

After everyone had finished pouring their drinks, Zhu Zhanjun held up the ceramic bowl and said, "I won't say any more useless nonsense. I believe you've heard enough of the instructor nagging you every day."

"Hahaha……"

The officers burst into laughter and even looked at the deputy next to them in a teasing manner.

Zhu Zhanjun straightened his face and said loudly: "I only have one thing to say. If you are alive, you will receive the credit. If you die, I will take care of your family for the rest of your life. For the future of your children and grandchildren, drink this glass of wine."

The officers' expressions straightened instantly, and they all raised their wine bowls, first toasting Zhu Zhanjun, then clinking their glasses with their companions and shouting, "For your majesty, for the Ming Dynasty, and for our descendants, see you at the Heroes' Cemetery!"

After saying this, he and Zhu Zhanjun drank the wine in the cup together, and then threw the bowls in their hands heavily to the ground.

There was a continuous crashing sound.

Zhu Zhanjun picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of bacon, and held it high, "Eat!" (End of this chapter)