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

Chapter 5 Even if Temujin comes, he must kneel (Please read more)

"Da da da……"

The crisp sound of horse hooves was particularly clear in the densely populated camp.

Soldiers stood on both sides of the camp's avenue, watching the horses passing by.

To be specific, they were looking at a young man riding on a horse, wearing a fur coat in this season.

The boy may have been running around in the wild for a long time, so his skin is slightly dark and rough. His eyes are firm, without any youthfulness or nervousness of facing so many people's gazes.

Behind the young man, there was a burly man.

The man held high a long spear with a large flag hanging on it.

Many people in the capital have seen this kind of flag and know that it is the symbol of the royal nobility of the Ming Dynasty.

Under everyone's gaze, the horses slowly moved forward and came in front of the officers.

The officers looked at the young man who walked up to them with some confusion in their eyes.

Who is this boy?
Some officers who knew the royal family were quickly searching in their minds to see which royal child matched the image of the young man in front of them.

But after thinking about it, I couldn't find a matching face.

Zhu Zhanjun faced everyone's puzzled gazes and slowly spoke: "My name is Zhu Zhanjun, the grandson of His Majesty, and the second son of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

When these words were spoken, many officers were instantly shocked.

The person in front of me turned out to be the Crown Prince’s second son who had been missing for two years.

Old Zhu in the space was also a little surprised.

The emperor’s grandson, the prince’s second son?

Didn’t this brat say that his grandfather was the fourth child?
and many more……

Old Zhu suddenly had an idea and remembered some details of the conversation between the two.

Is it...

Zhu Zhanjun reached into his bosom, took out the jade token and threw it over, and the leading general quickly caught it.

A group of people gathered around and quickly confirmed that the sign was authentic.

"I, your Highness, pay my respects to you!"

The general handed the sign back respectfully and bowed to greet him.

"No need." Zhu Zhanjun stopped him and looked around and asked knowingly, "Didn't they say that Duke Qi was leading the army? Why don't we see him?"

Zhu Zhanjun's question instantly brought the general back to his senses. He hurried forward and said anxiously, "Your Highness, please leave quickly. It's not safe here."

Zhu Zhanjun frowned and pretended to be angry and asked, "Why? Can't a hundred thousand soldiers protect me alone?"

"Alas, no, Your Highness, it is hard to explain in a few words. You should leave quickly. If you don't leave, the Tatar army will come."

"What? The Tatar army is coming."

When the surrounding soldiers heard that the Tatar Army was coming, they immediately became panicked again.

The general then realized that in his anxiety, he had leaked important military secrets again.

"What's going on? Where are Duke Qi and the others? The enemy is here, but he, the commander-in-chief, doesn't show up."

Zhu Zhanjun asked loudly.

"Your Highness, Duke Qi and his men are dead. Now the army is leaderless. The Tatar army is attacking again. You should leave as soon as possible."

An elderly captain, who could not bear to see Zhu Zhanjun die on the battlefield at such a young age, stepped forward quickly and explained the situation to the horse's side.

"Duke Qi is ruining the country!" Zhu Zhanjun cursed fiercely after hearing this. "Your Highness, you..."

Ignoring the captain who tried to persuade him, Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand, grabbed the hilt of the knife at his waist and pulled it hard.

"bass!"

The specially shortened sword was drawn, and the officers who wanted to persuade him were dismissed. Zhu Zhanjun shouted to Xiaohu: "Beat the drums and prepare for battle!"

Xiaohu handed the big flag in his hand to an officer next to him and asked him to hang it up, then ran quickly towards the huge war drum next to him.

"dong dong dong dong..."

The inspiring sound of war drums rang out in the camp.

The soldiers fell into panic again, and when they heard the exciting drumbeats, they stopped what they were doing reflexively.

They picked up the weapons beside them, put on their armor if they had it, and quickly gathered towards the central parade ground under the leadership of their respective general flags and small flags.

Looking at the groups of soldiers gathering from various camps, Zhu Zhanjun, holding a sword in hand, shouted at the officers who were still stunned around his horse, "Now I am officially taking over the army as a member of the Ming Zhu family, the grandson of the Ming emperor, and the second son of the crown prince. Do you have any objections?"

The officers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Because this is against the rules, they dare not easily agree to take on this responsibility.

Zhu Zhanjun frowned when he saw this, and understood the concerns of these people, and said directly: "No matter what the result is next, as long as you cooperate with me, I will bear all the responsibilities."

"I will obey your orders."

The officers instantly felt relieved, and they all knelt on one knee and received the order loudly.

After taking over the main army, Old Zhu did not bother to ask about his guess, and told Zhu Zhanjun as quickly as possible how to make arrangements and how to fight next.

Zhu Zhanjun followed Lao Zhu's instructions and assigned a military officer. He also notified the logistics chief to cooperate with these troops to make preparations.

Under Zhu Zhanjun's orderly command, the large and complex army quickly resumed normal operations and quickly moved to a state of readiness for war.

The officers in charge of coordination nearby all had their eyes widened.

If the person in front of them was not a teenager, they would have thought that he was an old general with many years of rich war experience.

In terms of command and dispatch, Qiu Fu was not even a little bit behind.

"Report, Commander, the enemy is less than ten miles away from our camp."

Zhu Zhanjun, who had already changed into a set of ill-fitting armor, picked up the iron helmet on the table and put it on his head.

Reaching out to fasten the armor belt, Zhu Zhanjun showed no panic on his face, and said to the officers in the commander's tent: "Everyone, I know you don't trust me because of my young age.

But I tell you, if you want to return home alive and wash away the guilt and shame of defeat, you must listen to me unconditionally from now on."

After saying that, he pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then strode out.

The officers in the tent looked at the figure walking out, gritted their teeth and followed.

They were all veterans in the army and knew that at this moment, no matter what thoughts they had, they had to keep them to themselves. In a wartime army, only one voice could be heard.

And now in this legion, the only one who can make this sound is this young man.

Because only this young man has a brain big enough to ensure that they can survive after returning.

Only the young man in front of him has enough status to allow the generals present to temporarily focus their attention and energy together.

Walking out of the tent, squinting at the already reddish sun in the west, Zhu Zhanjun said to Old Zhu in his heart: "Grandpa, can we save these 100,000 troops and earn enough reputation to invite Grandma? We, the grandfather and grandson, depend on this battle."

In the space, Old Zhu, who was sitting upright, had a relaxed smile on his face.

"Little bastard, just relax. Don't even mention these 5,000 cavalrymen. For your grandmother, even if Genghis Khan comes, we will press him back into the ground."

(End of this chapter)