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

Chapter 7 War is a gamble (please collect and read)

"Little bastard, can you tell me why you chose to withdraw your troops?"

After driving away all the officers, Zhu Zhanjun returned to the commander's tent. Just as he was about to take a rest, he heard Old Zhu's question.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled, knowing that Old Zhu was testing him.

After finding a comfortable position to lie down, Zhu Zhanjun closed his eyes and replied in his mind: "Grandpa, do you like gambling?"

Old Zhu, who was hoeing the ground, raised his eyebrows and replied depressedly: "I gambled a few times when I was a Red Turban Army soldier, but later your grandmother didn't allow it, so I never touched it again."

Zhu Zhanjun felt very happy and thought to himself that the only person in the world who could control Zhu was Empress Ma.

"The main army at this moment is like a gambler."

Zhu Zhanjun began to speak: "Before I came, he had almost lost everything. He only had a little money left."

"I came to him, felt sorry for him, and helped him, so he won back his money."

At this point, Zhu Zhanjun asked Lao Zhu: "If you were this gambler, after you win back your capital, I tell you, if you listen to me, you will win again, do you believe it?"

Old Zhu kept working the hoe and replied without hesitation: "Why not? Who can resist money?"

"That's right, who can resist money?" Zhu Zhanjun nodded in agreement and continued to express his thoughts.

"The soldiers of the main army at this moment are like the gamblers I helped to win back their capital."

"If I ask them to hold on to the battle, stimulated by victory, they will agree without hesitation and follow my next arrangements, hoping to achieve greater results."

"But the battlefield is not a casino. The casino does not give you time to think. Either you pay or you get out."

"Under the stimulation of piles of money, anyone would lose their mind and bet everything they have on it."

"But wars won't break out one after another in a short period of time."

"For human beings, we are not afraid of them being busy, but we are afraid of them being idle. Because once people are idle, their minds will be filled with random thoughts."

"Just like the example I gave you."

"If after he wins back his money, he is allowed to go out for a meal or use the toilet, which will give his brain a short time to recover from the excitement, he will be afraid of his original idea."

"Because he couldn't guarantee whether I would let him continue to win money, or whether he would be invincible in the future as if he won back his capital."

A relieved smile appeared on Old Zhu's face.

Zhu Zhanjun continued, "The war with the Tatars will not break out again in a few days. With these few days of buffer time, the soldiers will react from their excitement."

After saying this, Zhu Zhanjun sighed softly.

"Victory in a war doesn't mean much, especially since the commander is only a ten-year-old boy."

"To entrust your life and property to a young man who may not even have read a few years of books, you are either a madman or an idiot."

“Once people start to doubt, their execution ability will be greatly reduced, and they may even doubt the people who doubt them.”

Zhu Zhanjun put his hands behind his head and looked at the tent above his head helplessly and said: "If the army at that time was compared to a person, I was the brain with one idea, and the other troops, which were the hands and feet, had their own ideas."

"With a body like this, let alone a strong opponent, even a weak woman with no strength can be knocked down with one punch."

"More importantly, I am a prince who has been missing for two years. The only thing they know about me is my ID card. In fact, they have doubts about my identity in their hearts."

"Even if it's true, what does it matter? I don't have Grandfather's imperial edict, and I don't have the tiger talisman order to mobilize the army. They can refuse my orders at any time."

"Taking all the above into consideration, I chose to withdraw the troops and preserve this main army."

"Hahaha, well said, you little bastard, you are quite self-aware."

After listening to Zhu Zhanjun's story, Old Zhu laughed with satisfaction.

This child is smarter than he thought. The way he slowly analyzed things just now reminded him of his eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying.

Thinking of his grandson, Lao Zhu suddenly felt full of energy and swung the hoe even more vigorously.

The hoe in his hand seemed to have magical powers. Every time he swung it, the land of dozens of feet would turn over at once.

"Your Highness." Old Zhu didn't say anything else. When Zhu Zhanjun was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, Xiaohu walked in.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't even open his eyes and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Looking at Zhu Zhanjun’s tired face, Xiaohu felt distressed.

Your Highness is still just a child, and he has suffered a lot in the past two years in order to find those things. He has to guard against wild beasts and unknown enemies every day, and has never had a good rest.

We are finally safe today and thought we had some time to rest, but our time was taken up by the affairs of this army.

Although he really wanted to let his prince have a good rest, Xiaohu had no choice due to the urgent military situation.

"General Jiang Qian is here and said he has something important to report."

Zhu Zhanjun rubbed his face helplessly, sat up from the bed, and waved at Xiaohu.

"Let him in."

Soon, a captain came in and said, "Excuse me for disturbing your rest, Your Highness."

Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand nonchalantly, "What's the matter? If you want to continue the attack, then there's no need to say it."

General Jiang Qian shook his head quickly, "Your order has been passed on. The troops are moving out of camp and will retreat as required."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded: "So?"

General Jiang Qian clasped his fists and said, "We have captured nearly 500 Tatar prisoners. I came here to ask Your Highness whether to kill these prisoners or take them back."

When Zhu Zhanjun heard that it was a question of prisoners, he thought for a moment and ordered, "After all, Duke Qi and his men are dukes and nobles. If they are allowed to die in a foreign land, it will not only bring shame to the army, but also to the court."

Zhu Zhanjun waved to General Jiang Qian, who quickly came over.

"Send someone to Bayanchur and tell him that we are willing to exchange these 500 captives for the bodies of Duke Qi and others."

"What? Give it back to them!"

After hearing this, General Jiang Qian looked at Zhu Zhanjun in shock.

He couldn't believe that these words came out of the mouth of the prince who had just been in command.

Could it be true, as several old brothers said, that this prince might be a fake?

"What's with that look in your eyes?" Zhu Zhanjun looked at him with a frown.

"My humble general is rude." General Jiang Qian hastily apologized, but then he said anxiously, "Your Highness, they are all combat soldiers. If we let them go, wouldn't that just increase the enemy's strength?"

Zhu Zhanjun looked at this dull-witted guy speechlessly.

Did he say to send them back to increase the enemy's military strength?
He glanced at the little tiger standing next to him like a piece of wood.

Xiaohu understood what he meant immediately and pulled the reluctant Jiang Qian out.

"General Jiang, I don't know how you became a general."

As soon as he got out of the door, Xiaohu scolded the other person.

"Brother, what does this mean?"

How many idiots are there among those who can be officials? Jiang Qian heard other meanings in Xiaohu's words and hurriedly asked Xiaohu with a smile.

Xiao Hu looked around and whispered in the other person's ear, "Did His Highness tell you to take a good person and exchange the bodies of Duke Qi and the others?"

Raising his hand and patting the thoughtful Jiang Qian on the shoulder, Xiaohu said meaningfully: "Fighting? It's inevitable to get injured. It's normal to have your tendons cut on the battlefield."

General Jiang Qian's eyes lit up and he gave Xiaohu a thumbs up.

"The tendons of his hands and feet are broken. Even if he survives, he will become a cripple. For the Tatars, such a cripple is better off dead."

"Not only did we get back the bodies of Duke Qi and his men, but we also sent nearly 500 burdens to the other side."

"High, it is high!"

(End of this chapter)