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

Chapter 50: Isn't it enough to fight alone? Why do we need to form a team? (Please read, invest, and collect)

"Grandpa, we are all family, don't kill us, just cripple us."

In response to Zhu Qizhen's request for help, Zhu Zhanjun gave him some very considerate advice.

Zhu Qizhen: ???

Everyone ('-'*)
"Help, protect the emperor...ah..."

Hearing the shrill howls, everyone felt relieved.

They have seen many children being beaten, and have even done it themselves, but when the emperor was beaten, wow...the sound was so comfortable!

"Cough cough..."

Zhu Zhanjun coughed lightly, interrupting everyone's fantasy.

"Zhang Fu!"

"The end will be here."

Zhu Zhanjun ordered: "Adjust the troops and horses of each unit, and quickly count those who are still capable of fighting."

"As ordered."

Zhu Zhanjun looked at Luo Fei who had rushed over, "Notify Huailai, prepare food and fodder, and be ready to welcome the army back."

"Follow the order."

At night, in a secluded area of ​​Tumubao.

Nearly ten thousand soldiers were assembled here, with large pots burning on bonfires around them.

The aroma of meat wafts from the boiling pot.

The soldiers looked silently at the big pot beside them, swallowing their saliva from time to time, their eyes full of desire.

But no one moved. Everyone was waiting, waiting for the commander's order.

The officers had explained this clearly to them before they were drafted in.

This mission is extremely dangerous, and there is a high possibility that you will die in one fell swoop, or even have no chance of survival.

But they came anyway.

There is no way, the court gave too much.

With the development of several generations of the Ming Dynasty, the status of military households has become lower and lower, and they are no longer as popular as they were during the Hongwu and Yongle periods.

Their superiors, local tyrants, and royal nobles slowly devoured their military lands.

These soldiers who fought for the Ming Dynasty also became tenants and farmhands of those people.

Some who could not bear the oppression fled, but many more had to grit their teeth and hold on for the sake of their families.

The court promised them that as long as they were willing to accept the mission, regardless of whether they lived or died afterwards, in addition to having their military household registration released, they would also be given a place to become a farmer.

Regardless of whether he is dead or alive, his family can get 30 acres of land for self-cultivation and be exempt from taxes for ten years.

In order to make them believe, the Duke of England, the generals, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Revenue, and several grand secretaries and ministers jointly wrote hundreds of guarantees to them, with two large seals engraved on the guarantees.

One is the seal of the current emperor, and the other is the imperial seal that they have only heard of in legends.

With the guarantee of these two seals, the soldiers were completely relieved. In just over an hour, more than ten thousand people joined the mission.

They were also afraid of death, but they were more afraid of going back and watching their entire family starve to death or be oppressed to death.

"He's handsome!"

Just as the soldiers were silently looking at the cauldron, a loud voice rang out, and all the soldiers turned around to look at the reviewing platform.

Unfortunately, it was too dark and I could only see some blurry figures.

Zhu Zhanjun, who had changed into a new set of armor, held the hilt of the sword at his waist and looked at the unfamiliar faces in front of him.

Those numb eyes and thin bodies instantly destroyed the generosity in his heart.

"Distribute it to them and let them have good food and drink."

Following Zhu Zhanjun's orders, the royal guards, who had become his bodyguards, carried loads and buckets of water and walked towards the big pots and fires.

"This is the fruit and water that the Marshal prepared for you. Brothers, don't think too much. Eat and drink well."

A guard stuffed a pear into the hand of a soldier next to him and pointed at the bucket, indicating that the soldiers could eat.

The soldier stared blankly at the big pear in his hand, with a hint of emotion on his face. When the cook indicated that they could eat, the soldiers gathered around the big pot, picked up their chopsticks and spoons, and even scooped food directly from the pot.

There were all kinds of things cooked in the pot, including chicken, mutton, horse meat, pork, as well as wheat and rice.

In the eyes of the nobles, even pigs would not eat this huge stew, but to these soldiers, it was the greatest delicacy in the world.

"We will take him away. You must remember to tell the new emperor to keep the promise to these soldiers. If I come back one day and find that you have not kept your promise, my great grandfather and I will take him away."

Walking among the group of soldiers who were eating and drinking, Zhu Zhanjun gave instructions to the large group of people following behind him.

Among them were military representative Zhang Fu, cabinet representative Cao Nai, as well as Grand Secretary Zhang Yi, and two ministers of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness. We will complete this task perfectly."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and waited until the soldiers had eaten their fill, began to rest on the ground, and received the short weapons distributed from above before returning to the central tent.

"Uncle, I'm hungry!"

Just as he reached the door, a figure squatting at the door of the big tent rushed up, grabbed Zhu Zhanjun's hand, and cried pitifully that he was hungry.

Looking at the bruised face and begging eyes, Zhu Zhanjun suppressed his laughter and took out a pear and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat now. After you finish eating, write the edict of succession. You will leave with us tomorrow and live a good life with your great grandfather."

Zhu Qizhen, who had taken on a huge pressure, shuddered with fear when he heard this, and his face turned pale.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at the ministers and generals behind Zhu Zhanjun, hoping that someone would stand up and keep him, or speak for him, so as not to let his great-grandfather and second uncle take him away.

However, wherever I looked, these guys were either looking up at the sky, looking down at the ground, or picking their fingers.

"You guys..."

Zhu Qizhen pointed at the ministers and wanted to say something.

Zhu Zhanjun reached out and pressed his hand down, "Be good and listen, your uncle will take you to see your father and grandfather, and your loving grandmother."

After saying that, he signaled to the guard next to him with his eyes, and the guard hurried forward. He respectfully invited Zhu Qizhen to the small tent next to him and asked him to start writing the abdication edict after he finished eating.

Zhu Qizhen was confused.

Old Zhu alone was enough for him to bear, and his second uncle even called his father, his grandfather, and his great-grandfather over. Mother, there will be no good days from now on.

Looking at the pitiful and aggrieved figure, Zhu Zhanjun shook his head.

"I'm back. How are the preparations going?"

A group of people walked into the tent, and Lao Zhu, who was sitting in the first seat and eating dinner, asked casually.

Zhu Zhanjun led everyone in bowing before answering, "Both sides are ready. Even if we don't kill him tomorrow, we can at least injure him severely."

Old Zhu nodded and pointed to a letter next to him.

"Yesen sent someone here just now. It's just as you thought. He said that as long as Ming Dynasty agrees to trade with them, they will withdraw their troops immediately."

"We have already sent them away according to your idea."

"Just now, Ye Buhui reported that they have shown signs of breaking camp and retreating, but the army is stable and not in chaos."

Zhu Zhanjun picked up the letter, read it, and handed it to the people behind him.

"Your Majesty, now that we have withdrawn our troops, why don't we take this opportunity to move closer to Huailai? This will reduce the fighting and give the Ming Dynasty a chance to catch its breath."

After reading the letter, Grand Secretary Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment and expressed his thoughts.

"I thought..."

Before the conversation started, Lao Zhu looked at him calmly.

Zhang Yi lowered his head and closed his mouth. Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks to his neck.

Throwing half of the steamed bun on the table, Lao Zhu stood up and looked at everyone present: "If you have the ability to deal with them, I wouldn't bother to bother with that."

"I am incompetent, Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Old Zhu snorted coldly, picked up the belt next to him, and stormed out.

Soon, another scream was heard from the tent next door.

"Great-grandfather, I'm writing. I'm not being lazy. Ouch, it hurts. Second uncle, help me..."

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