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

Early the next morning, a dense crowd gathered outside Yongding Gate.

What is strange is that in this twelfth month of the year, the people outside the city gate did not show any joy on their faces, but instead, they all showed a hint of sadness.

The city walls and gates were hung with white banners. Everyone was dressed in plain clothes, holding a bunch of burning incense in their hands, and looking quietly into the distance of the road.

Not only the common people, but also the emperor Zhu Zhanjun, his queen Huo Wenxiu, and the crown prince Zhu Qirui, all wore the same clothes.

The people that every successful empire should be most grateful to are not the wise emperors, not the invincible commanders, nor the strategists who make plans from thousands of miles away, but the ordinary soldiers who fought bravely for the empire and for the people of the world.

In the war to unify the world, the Ming Dynasty fought very beautifully, setting a record that was unprecedented and unparalleled.

But behind this brilliant record, there are also ordinary soldiers who sacrificed their lives.

The living will be rewarded, and Zhu Zhanjun will never forget those soldiers who died for the Ming Dynasty and for him, Zhu Zhanjun.

Today is the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day when these fallen soldiers return to their hometown.

As an emperor, if you take these soldiers away from their hometown, you will be responsible for bringing them back to the embrace of their parents and relatives.

Time passed slowly, and suddenly a roar of car sounded in the distance.

When everyone looked up, they saw a long line of trucks with white flowers on the front of the trucks and white flags on the trunks slowly approaching.

The white banner had the words "Souls Return" written on it. The soldiers guarding on both sides followed closely, step by step, protecting these brothers who had once fought side by side, and bringing them back home safely.

"Woooooooo..."

Before the vehicle got close, bursts of sobbing were heard from the crowd.

There are young women, white-haired old men, and ignorant children.

Zhu Zhanjun felt a little heavy-hearted. If possible, he hoped that these soldiers could return home alive and with full honors.

However, this is never possible. As long as a war breaks out, people will sacrifice their lives.

As an emperor, he is responsible for all the people in the world and for the entire Ming Dynasty.

He also hoped that the Ming Empire would develop peacefully, but future plans and future destiny would require some people to go to the battlefield.

The vehicle slowly approached and finally stopped in front of a huge incense burner.

"Crack!"

The car door was opened, and an officer in formal attire walked out of the car. He looked at the scene in front of him, took a deep breath, and suppressed his emotions.

To be honest, if possible, he really didn't want to take this job. All the way from the dock to here, none of the brothers in his regiment had ever smiled.

After calming himself down, the officer ran up to Zhu Zhanjun and saluted.

"Your Majesty, the Third Regiment of the Royal Guard has been ordered to escort the brothers back. The mission has been completed. Please give your instructions!"

Zhu Zhanjun returned the salute solemnly.

After the other party stepped aside, Zhu Zhanjun took the incense handed over by the official beside him, brought his wife and son, led Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Houzhao and others, and came to the huge incense burner.

Looking at the trucks with white flowers hanging on them, Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath and said loudly: "My fellow soldiers, I have seen your loyalty to the court, the people of the world and me. Thank you for everything you have done for the Ming Dynasty and thank you for your sacrifice for the rise of your race."

"Today you have fulfilled the promise you made when you joined the army. Today you can put down all your burdens, let go of your obsessions, and have a good rest."

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Zhanjun shouted loudly: "Brothers, let's go home!"

Zhu Zhanjun's loud shout instantly spread the atmosphere of sadness, and the crying among the crowd continued.

Some were calling my son, some were calling my husband, some were calling my elder brother, and some were calling my father.

Zhu Zhanjun walked forward silently, raised the lit incense in his hand high, and bowed repeatedly to the carriage.

Zhu Houzhao, Zhu Qizhen, Zhu Qirui and others behind him followed Zhu Zhanjun and saluted with sincere expressions.

After all this was done, Zhu Zhanjun asked his men to step aside. Zhu Qirui, who was almost nine years old this year, came to the front of the truck under the guidance of an official from the Ministry of Rites, took down the soul-guiding flag on the front of the truck, carried it on his shoulders, and then led the convoy to the nearby Garden of Heroes.

The emperor, empress, royal relatives and nobles came to pay their respects with incense and worship, and the crown prince held a banner to welcome him. Such high-level treatment warmed the hearts of the people.

In the past, when their relatives joined the army, let alone receiving such treatment, if they died in battle, their bodies could not even be found, and they were not even sure whether they were dead or not.

Today's Ming Dynasty gives such high treatment to these fallen soldiers, which is simply unprecedented in history.

A white-haired old man, leaning on a cane, looked at the convoy that was slowly led away by the prince carrying a white banner, his lips trembling.

"A general died in a hundred battles, and returned home wrapped in his horse's hide. In ancient times, only generals died wrapped in their horse's hide. Now, ordinary soldiers can do the same and return home with honor. Such a favor has never been seen in ancient and modern times. The emperor's grace is great! The emperor's grace is great!"

The team slowly went towards the cemetery. When they arrived at the gate, the truck slowly stopped. The honor guards who had been waiting there, wearing white gloves, carefully moved the urns one by one from the truck.

Beside each person, there was a soldier holding a black umbrella. The two of them silently guarded the urns and walked towards the rows of monuments with the war dragon logo printed on them.

At this time, an old man, a woman and a child came out, supported by others.

They looked at the tombstones with sad faces, and tears flowed from their eyes again.

In front of each tombstone, there were six guards standing, holding a flag in their hands, waiting quietly.

"Ready, fire!" "Bang!"

"put!"

"boom!"

Bursts of gunfire rang out, and family members were led to tombstones one by one. Looking at the photos of their loved ones on the tombstones, the grief in their hearts was beyond words.

Zhu Zhanjun took the flag from the guard and walked to a young woman holding a child. He looked at her dazed expression and said slowly, "This flag represents the gratitude of the Ming Dynasty and me. Thank you for having a brave husband."

"His loyalty and bravery are admirable, and we are grateful for his sacrifice for the survival of his race and the rise of our country."

"Please allow us to use this flag and the Order of the Patriotic Medal to express our gratitude to you and your husband. You have an admirable husband."

He gently handed the folded flag and a medal to the woman.

The woman stared blankly at the flag in her hand, then suddenly revealed a gentle smile and slowly stroked the flag with her hand, as if she was stroking her husband's face.

Greetings and thanks continued to be heard in the cemetery.

The specially selected non-commissioned officers handed the flag to the families of the fallen soldiers with the most gentle and respectful tone of their lives.

Although their voices were gentle, their trembling hands showed how sad they were.

Huo Wenxiu is an emotional person. When he returned to the palace from the cemetery, his eyes were still red.

In the back seat of the exclusive car, Huo Wenxiu leaned on Zhu Zhanjun's shoulder and said with some sadness: "Husband, it would be great if there were no war in this world."

"Today I saw a sister holding her two children, looking so sad and heartbroken. My heart was broken."

"Without the pillar of the family, how will this family survive?"

Zhu Zhanjun held his wife's hand and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, the court will not forget any meritorious personnel. The Veteran Chamber of Commerce and I are their strongest backing."

"I will not let our Ming heroes shed tears after bleeding."

After hearing her husband's assurance, Huo Wenxiu nodded with relief.

She believed in her husband and was able to say all this.

After returning to the palace, Zhu Zhanjun asked his wife to take the children back to rest, and he returned to the study alone.

When we arrived at the place, Wang Xuance was already waiting there.

"Your Majesty!"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, sat down and asked, "Have you discussed it?"

Wang Xuance placed the notebook in front of Zhu Zhanjun and began to explain: "According to our negotiation, we need to provide the people of Yin Shang with 2000 rifles, million rounds of ammunition, and a number of individual combat equipment such as artillery grenades of various calibers."

"In return, they will serve as guides for us when we, the Ming Dynasty, attack the mainland of Great Britain in the future."

"In addition, they would take gemstones, raw gold, and various furs in exchange for these weapons."

"After the war, they and their entire clan joined the Ming Dynasty. We need to give them the same status as the Ming people as required."

"In return, they will pay taxes to the court and obey the laws of the Ming court just like the people of the Ming Dynasty."

"But they also made a request. They have some special customs that may conflict with the laws of the court, so they hope that the court can respect their customs."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and replied, "That's fine, but there is a prerequisite. You have to do things like harming lives or forcibly robbing women, otherwise the court will not tolerate it."

Zhu Zhanjun had heard that these primitive tribes had the habit of forcibly abducting women to bear children for the sake of racial development.

There are also a series of uncivilized customs such as using wives to entertain guests, etc.

Zhu Zhanjun could accept some special customs, and he respected the customs of every race, but there was a prerequisite, which was that they did not violate morality or seriously violate the laws of the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Xuance wrote down Zhu Zhanjun's request, and after confirming it was correct, he finally said, "They have decided to return tomorrow. I hope the first batch of equipment can go back with them."

"In addition, they hope that we can send instructors to train their people and teach them how to fight."

Zhu Zhanjun naturally would not refuse this request, and said to Wang Xuance: "It just so happens that a group of students from the Army Military Academy have graduated. We can select a battalion from the Royal Guard to teach these students."

"Also, tell them clearly that I want to see the chaos they create on Da Piaoliang before June next year, otherwise I may consider stopping their weapons support."

With Zhu Zhanjun's permission, the Logistics Department quickly equipped the troops with weapons.

The Ming Dynasty is currently undergoing a major equipment replacement, and the logistics officials are still considering what to do with the bolt-action rifles piled up in the warehouses. Now a sucker has come along to buy them, and they are so happy that they can't even see a glimpse of him.

In the first batch alone, half of the weapons quota was provided to the other side.

This made Alu particularly excited. He thought it was an order from the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He kept telling Wang Xuance that he would never disappoint the expectations of his mother's family and would defeat Da Piaoliang as quickly as possible.

However, there was something that made him helpless, that was the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty rejected his marriage proposal.

He didn’t know if it was because he didn’t see his sister, or for some other reason, but this made him both happy and disappointed.

I am happy that my sister doesn't have to be alone thousands of miles away, but I am disappointed that without the shackles of marriage, how will the two sides get along in the future. (End of this chapter)