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

Zhu Gaosui and Zhu Gaoxu were speechless for a moment. It seemed that the two brothers were not even qualified to pick up scraps.

Zhu Gaosui glared, but suppressed his anger and asked, "Where are you going to assign me?"

"Uncle San, you are the third oldest. I happen to have an Ah San district under my command. You can go there."

"Asan area?" Zhu Gaosui was a little confused. He had really never heard of this place.

"Well, let me ask again, where is this place?"

Zhu Zhanjun stood up and led the two to the map, pointing to Ah San next to the U-Tsang Dusi, "Look, it's right here."

Zhu Gaosui looked at the map with a dark face, then turned around and walked out angrily.

"Hey, hey, hey, Uncle San, don't leave."

Zhu Zhanjun grabbed him.

Zhu Gaosui said with a dark face: "You'd better give me the poisoned wine, so that when I go to the underworld, I can come back to see your grandparents closer."

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Gaoxu again, "Second brother, I finally understand. This brat has no good intentions at all. He thinks we are an eyesore in the Ming Dynasty and wants to drive us brothers away even further."

"My goodness, where is this place? The West is closer than this."

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and replied: "Almost. According to the records, this is the Western Paradise."

Zhu Gaosui: ???

Staring at Zhu Zhanjun fiercely, Zhu Gaosui panted and said, "You little bastard, don't think that just because you are the emperor, your uncle won't dare to beat you."

Zhu Zhanjun laughed and waved his hand quickly, saying, "Uncle San, don't be angry. Listen to the benefits I tell you first. Who knows, you might be eager to go after listening to them."

"Dream on! If you ask me to go to this place, I would rather go to Qiongzhou to guard the island." Zhu Gaosui didn't give him any face and was about to leave.

This brat has no good intentions at all. He is not going anyway. Even if this brat is angry, he doesn't care. He can do whatever he wants.

He just couldn't believe that this brat would dare to kill him while his parents were still alive.

"There you are the emperor. No, to be more precise, you are God."

"Besides the orders from me and my grandfather, you don't need to obey anything, including the imperial court. Everyone there is your slave. All the resources there, except those needed by the imperial court, are yours to allocate."

"You can have as many women as you want there, and you can do whatever you want there, even be a heinous tyrant."

Zhu Gaosui, who had already stepped out of the door, stopped abruptly and turned to look at Zhu Zhanjun who was looking at him with a smile.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

Zhu Zhanjun raised his lips slightly and said, "We can make a written agreement. Grandpa and my father will both sign it. We can also seal it with the imperial seal."

Zhu Gaosui looked at Zhu Zhanjun seriously, and after confirming that he was not lying, he strode to the side of the map, stared at the Ah San area and muttered: "What exactly does the Western Paradise look like? I haven't seen it yet, it would be nice to go and take a look."

Then he asked Zhu Zhanjun in a low voice: "How is it there?"

The fish finally took the bait.

Zhu Zhanjun did not answer, but walked to the cabinet next to him, took out a stack of photos and put them on the table.

There are beautiful women, beautiful scenery, delicious food, all kinds of rare animals, and magnificent palaces.

Zhu Gaosui looked through them one by one.

Zhu Zhanjun put his hand on his shoulder and said, "As long as you go, Third Uncle, all of these palaces will be yours. I will also assign you another legion as your personal guards, and they will strictly follow any of your orders."

"Here, you are the supreme god. Your words, actions, and even a glance can determine the life and death of countless people and an entire race."

"Uncle San, throughout history, how many emperors have had such power? If you go there, the life you will live will be like that of a god."

Looking at the photos one by one, Zhu Gaosui's eyes became brighter and brighter. His gaze stopped on a photo of a beautiful woman and he said to Zhu Zhanjun, "I want this one."

Zhu Zhanjun laughed: "Don't worry, wherever you go, she will wash herself and wait for you on the bed in the palace."

Zhu Gaoxu, who was watching from the side, saw the look on the third brother's face, smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid? We will gather the troops there and start a rebellion."

Zhu Gaosui's expression froze for a moment and he looked at Zhu Gaoxu speechlessly.

Zhu Gaoxu ignored him and looked straight at Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at him without any change in expression: "Second Uncle, you have been away from the court for too long. You don't know the current strength of our Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Gaoxu pretended to listen attentively and gestured to Zhu Zhanjun to continue speaking.

Zhu Zhanjun did not hide anything and said directly: "In the two worlds of my Great Ming Dynasty, there are more than 800 million standing troops. If the court needs it, we can double this number at any time, and all of them are veterans with combat experience."

"The ammunition and food stored within the imperial court are enough for these troops to fight for two years."

"There are already hundreds of steam and steel warships on the sea, and the rest of the auxiliary ships add up to thousands."

"And the new long-range weapons developed by Tiangong Workshop can directly hit the target from hundreds of miles away, with an error of no more than 10 feet."

"Our air force has more than 3000 fighter planes of various types. It only takes them about a day to take off from Jinling and reach the Asan area."

"And the ammunition they carry are extremely destructive bombs that can easily destroy a city."

"Okay, no need to say more, that's enough." Zhu Gaoxu stopped Zhu Zhanjun and said to Zhu Gaosui, "It's good to be a tyrant. By the way, don't bring your family with you. Some things will have a bad influence on the children. Let them stay in the capital to accompany the old man and the old lady."

Zhu Gaosui laughed and nodded in agreement.

Zhu Zhanjun did not continue to bring up the topic, and said to Zhu Gaoxu: "Second Uncle, your place may be a little far away."

"Where?" Zhu Gaoxu turned his head and looked at the huge world map. The three of them came to the map, and Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand and drew the Great Europe area: "This is all under your jurisdiction."

Zhu Gaoxu turned his head and looked at Zhu Gaosui: "My territory is bigger than yours."

Zhu Gaosui smiled indifferently. Since they were all tyrants anyway, the size of their territory didn't matter.

"Are there any characteristics?" Zhu Gaoxu asked again.

Zhu Zhanjun pointed to the oil painting the two had just looked at.

Zhu Gaoxu suddenly understood, "You mean, the woman in the painting is from here."

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and nodded.

"Haha, that's interesting. I'll take it." Zhu Gaoxu agreed, but then added, "I want two legions. One legion may not be enough to manage such a large territory."

Zhu Zhanjun said without any hesitation: "You are a cavalryman. The territory here is vast. I will send you a motorized infantry corps and a cavalry corps composed of northern grassland barbarians. They will also fully follow your orders."

"Haha..." Zhu Gaoxu laughed heartily and put his arm around Zhu Zhanjun's shoulders: "My nephew, you really understand me."

"Everything is arranged. Let's go, let's go see your grandma. She just sent someone to come and said that she cooked a lot of delicious dishes. Let's go and try them."

The three of them chatted and laughed, and walked towards the old lady's bedroom together.

When Zhu Zhanjun and his nephew were getting along well, a shocking event broke out in the Second World.

"Go ahead, my people, kill all these white pigs who oppress us."

Aru was holding a submachine gun and wearing the new camouflage uniform unique to the Ming army. He charged forward shouting.

Behind him, the tribesmen dressed in various clothes, holding the retired bolt-action rifles of the Ming army, were shooting wildly at the beautiful army in the distance.

Behind them, heavy machine guns and small artillery units were roaring madly, providing them with offensive fire cover.

"Damn, where did these guys get their weapons, and who trained them?"

On the opposite position, the beautiful commander was so angry that he started cursing.

Just three days ago, they noticed that something was wrong with these Indians and sent people to investigate, but the investigators never came back.

The upper echelons of Da Piaoliang sensed something was wrong and immediately sent out a guard team to intimidate these natives.

John is the commander of this force.

In fact, he didn't take these natives seriously. He didn't think that a group of natives holding spears and shields could pose any danger to his well-equipped troops.

As a result, this morning, just after dawn, the sound of artillery fire was heard outside, and then the camp was covered by artillery fire.

Many soldiers were killed on the spot while they were still dreaming, causing huge damage.

Although they were attacked suddenly, this guard team was also an elite force that had experienced the Civil War. They quickly adjusted themselves, quickly reached the simply built position, and prepared for battle.

After the shelling stopped, large numbers of Indian natives formed strange formations and rushed over from all directions under their shocked gaze.

What shocked them even more was that these Indian natives not only had new rifles, but also submachine guns and heavy machine guns that even they rarely had.

The powerful firepower made them unable to even lift their heads.

"Hurry, hurry, grenade!"

Rushing quickly to a distance of several dozen meters from the enemy's position, Aru threw himself into a bullet crater, dodging the bullets fired from the opposite side. While changing magazines, he waved to his companions behind him.

After hearing Aru's instructions, several Indian soldiers who were following behind with bags on their backs took out grenades engraved with Chinese characters, unscrewed the lids, poured out the fuses and pulled them hard, and after waiting for two seconds, they threw them hard towards the opposite side.

"Boom, boom!"

After a burst of explosions, Aru roared, jumped out of the crater, and rushed into the soldiers' position.

A fierce bayonet fight began.

Although the soldiers were well-equipped, they were still far inferior to the natives who had been fighting wild beasts for years in close combat.

In addition, these natives have received the most elite bayonet combat training of the Ming army, so their combat power is crazy high.

The sounds of bayonets colliding and sharp blades entering flesh rang out one after another, and the soldiers fell to the ground one by one.

Some soldiers who could not bear it anymore, seeing that the enemy was so fierce and there were endless natives rushing towards them, turned around and ran to the back without paying attention to John's orders.

"Damn it, come back, come back..."

John, who had chopped down a native with his command knife, was so angry that he started cursing when he saw the soldiers running away.

But he forgot that there were enemies all around him. His shout allowed the natives around him to confirm that he was the commander.

Several natives, still holding spears in their hands, rushed up with roars and stabbed John with their spears.

John was horrified and tried desperately to block the attacks with the knife in his hand, but there were too many enemies attacking him.

"Pfft!"

Two of them were opened, and the remaining ones directly pierced his chest, making him open his eyes wide in unwillingness.

Some of the soldiers who were still resisting, when they saw that their commander had been stabbed into a pulp, the last bit of their will to resist collapsed instantly. They stopped trying to stop the attacking natives and turned around to run to where they thought they were safe.

Unfortunately, Aru had no intention of letting them go from the beginning.

This time he mobilized 5 troops and surrounded the camp from all directions. Unless these soldiers could fly, they would have no way to escape his encirclement. (End of this chapter)