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

"Master, these guys' uniforms are pretty cool!"

Luxembourg area, where millions of troops gather.

Under the propaganda of the mustache, the soldiers of the Third Reich were particularly energetic as they stepped into a new era.

The cold winter was over, and the mustache that had been prepared for a long time finally allowed Yu Qian to start the war.

Armored vehicles and legions gathered here, and everyone was waiting quietly, waiting for the order.

But among this endless army, there was one team that stood out.

This team was small, with only about 2000 people, and the uniforms they wore and the weapons they used were completely different from those of the soldiers of the Third Reich.

One of the boys, about ten years old, stood on a truck, looking at the endless army with curious eyes.

"Haha, ours are not bad either. These are all clothes designed by your father."

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with the rank of general on his shoulder. He held a pipe in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding legions, while responding to his apprentice's words.

His name is Peng Huai, a person who became famous in later generations but is unknown to the world today.

He came here this year and was appointed commander-in-chief of the Royal Guards. His mission this time was to lead a Royal Guards Corps, follow the Third Reich, to Gaul and receive those items.

He was very happy with this task, but what made him helpless was that his own monarch had given him an apprentice, and this apprentice was the Crown Prince Zhu Qirui of the Great Yan Empire.

"report!"

A soldier ran under the car and saluted.

"speak."

Peng Huai tapped his pipe and asked the soldier to speak directly.

"They are ready to set off, and told us to be ready and keep up with them at any time. They also said that if we fall behind, they will not wait for us."

"Haha, falling behind? The soldiers I lead will never fall behind." After listening to the soldier's report, Peng Huai chuckled and was about to stand up by holding the roof of the car next to him.

Zhu Qirui quickly reached out and helped his master up.

He handed the pipe to Zhu Qirui, who quickly and obediently cleaned it, put it in his backpack, and helped his master jump off the truck.

When he came, his father told him that he was his master's personal guard, not a prince or a crown prince, but just an ordinary soldier.

If he dares to put on airs and use his power to bully others, he will be thrown back to his hometown and have to guard his own little piece of land for the rest of his life.

Zhu Qirui, who witnessed his father's step-by-step rise to glory, regarded his father as the object of his lifelong admiration and aspired to become an emperor as great as his father.

He took his father's instructions seriously and would not forget any of them.

My father said he was a private, so he was not the Crown Prince Zhu Qirui of the Ming Dynasty, but Zhu Rui, a soldier of the Ming Dynasty.

The two men jumped out of the car, and Peng Huai instructed Zhu Qirui, "Notify all teams to get on the car and get ready. Tell those monkeys that they are the most elite troops and cannot embarrass me. If anyone embarrasses me, I will kick his ass and send him back to his hometown to farm."

"Yes."

Zhu Qirui saluted and was about to turn around to notify him when he was kicked by Peng Huai.

"You little brat, I've told you so many times that you can't salute your superiors on the battlefield. Do you think I've lived too long, or do you think I'm too nagging as your master? Are you planning to kill me?"

"Oh oh oh, I made a note of it."

Zhu Qirui fled in panic.

Looking at the little guy running away, a trace of memory flashed in Peng Huai's eyes.

That little guy back then was probably the same.

When he thought of that little guy, his heart ached, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would not let that happen again to this little guy.

After giving the instructions, Peng Huai walked towards the command center in the distance with his hands behind his back.

As for his existence, the man with a mustache has already explained that except for some confidential places, other places can be entered at any time.

He could enter important places like the headquarters at any time as long as the soldiers did not stop him.

Before I even walked in, I heard the beeping sound of a radio and the voice of a young man giving orders.

Peng Huai walked in and nodded to Yu Qian who was giving orders. The other party responded, and the two said no more. One gave orders while the other stood with his hands behind his back and observed the scene of other countries commanding troops.

He already knew the overall plan, to launch another lightning attack in the same manner as in the previous world.

Although the world is a bit bigger, the worst that can happen is that a war that used to take a month can be completed in two to three months.

Peng Huai had studied blitzkrieg many times, but theory is only theory after all. He naturally wanted to see the overall situation of the war with his own eyes. So whenever he was free, he would come to the headquarters to watch the plans of these people.

"Hello sir, we will launch the attack after dark. I wonder if you will come with us or wait until we conquer a part of the area before following us."

After giving the order, Yu Qian walked up to Peng Huai, who had been sitting next to him and watching for a long time, and asked him expressionlessly.

His external persona is full of hatred towards Dayan, but now the two parties are in a cooperative relationship and he must communicate with the other party, but the expression on his face still has to show impatience.

Peng Huai already had an idea about this, and he even knew the identity of this person very clearly.

Zhu Zhanjun sent him here not only to observe the military capabilities of other giants, but also to cooperate with Yu Qian to complete the next task.

"Of course we have to follow. Otherwise, if we break the princess's things, we won't be able to explain ourselves when we return."

Peng Huai also responded with a forced smile, then stood up, loosened the belt around his waist, casually raised his hand to salute Yu Qian, and took a pack of cigarettes from the table next to him. He lit a cigarette, hummed a little tune, and left the command room.

Looking at the receding figure, Yu Qian laughed in his heart, but his face showed an extremely ugly expression, and he even mumbled something.

Although the people around didn't hear it clearly, they could tell from the ugly expressions that it was definitely not something nice.

In the corner, a staff officer recorded the situation, stood up and left the command room.

On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon looked up.

As a soldier far away from home, he still remembered the rules.

Zhu Qirui did not act like a prince at all. He half-crouched on the passenger seat of the truck, holding a pancake wrapped with green onions in one hand and a kettle in the other, and was eating with great excitement.

The smacking sound made the driver next to him drool with envy.

"I'm Xiao Zhu. Can you please keep your voice down? I'm still driving."

The driver couldn't help but give a reminder.

Zhu Qirui, who was chewing a pancake, looked back and saw that he was half lying on the back seat, smacking his lips and calling his master. He then handed the half-eaten pancake to the driver.

The driver grinned and took a big bite. The taste of wheat flour mixed with green onions made the driver feel refreshed, and all the fatigue from driving with the team was swept away in an instant.

After chewing it for a few times and swallowing it, he took another sip of the water that Zhu Qirui handed over, and after smoothing his throat, he complained: "These big-nosed guys are really hardworking. They have hardly stopped since last night."

Zhu Qirui stuffed the remaining pancake into his mouth, chewing while speaking unclearly: "They are racing against time. They must complete the battle plan before the Gallic rooster reacts. If they are a step slower and the blast furnace chicken reacts, they will be trapped in a protracted battle, which will be disadvantageous to them."

Peng Huai, who was chewing on a pancake, asked with interest, "So if you were the commander of the Gallic rooster, how would you respond?"

Zhu Qirui knew that his master was testing him. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "I will build a solid defense line in Dunkel, and then build a guiding defense line in Lansi and other areas to force them to retreat, and then force them to choose the cavalry defense line they have built."

After listening to this, Peng Huai smiled and shook his head.

Seeing his master shaking his head, Zhu Qirui asked in confusion: "Master, is my idea wrong?"

"You are still too naive. You always think that war is too simple." Peng Huai sat up, took a sip of the water handed to him by his apprentice, and then slowly explained: "The victory or defeat of a war is determined by the overall military strength and the quality of the soldiers."

"Although the military strength of San Dezi is still a little behind ours, their military quality is beyond reproach. With the encouragement of the little mustache, the overall combat power will be improved by 10% to 20%."

"As for the Gallic roosters, their soldiers have been living a comfortable life for a long time. As the saying goes, those who forget to fight will be in danger. They always think that they can stop the enemy with just one line of defense, which causes the morale and strength of the entire army to decline rapidly."

"Besides that, there is also the choice of commander and the comparison of weapons and equipment."

"San Dezi, who purchased our weapons and equipment, is very motivated, and Yu Qian and San Dezi's staff group provide excellent command. In fact, from the moment this war began, the Gallic Roosters were doomed to fail."

"If you want to stop Sandezi's troops, the British Empire will have to launch an attack directly from above, forcing Sandezi to switch from offense to defense."

Zhu Qirui nodded suddenly, thought for a while and said: "Use the advantage of the navy to attack Sandezi's homeland from the north, so that they will be attacked from both sides, disrupt their logistics, and force them to compromise."

Peng Huai nodded slightly, but still shook his head.

"No matter how perfect a plan is, it still needs people to execute it. Just look at the commanders of the British Empire and the Gallic Rooster. Even if you put the most perfect plan in front of them, it would be difficult to achieve perfection."

He slowly lay down, and as the car bumped along, Peng Huai closed his eyes and continued to rest, while he continued to talk: "In fact, some things cannot be judged by appearances. Maybe on the surface, this lightning attack is a secret plan, but in fact, those who should know already have an idea in their hearts."

"They chose to sit back and do nothing because they wanted the war to wake some people up from their comfortable lives and make them choose to support the war."

After hearing his master's story, Zhu Qirui fell into deep thought and recalled something his father had said.

The struggles in the imperial court are extremely dirty, and sometimes, even though they know it is a death trap, some people will deliberately trigger it.

Sacrificing a small number of people in exchange for a situation that is favorable to themselves is a common tactic used by some current leaders.

Never judge by appearances, but never ignore appearances.

Sometimes it is a trap, but it is also the key to breaking the situation. Of course, it is more likely to be a bigger trap. (End of this chapter)