My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 129 Datong Guard
Time flies by.

In Yingtian Prefecture, waves are gradually rising.

The Sultan sent by Zhu Gaoyu seemed low-key and inconspicuous, but he took advantage of this period of time to gallop all the way to the outside of Datong, to the earthen fortress which belonged exclusively to Zhu Gaoyu.

During this time, the Sultan did not waste time or indulge in pleasure.

Ever since Zhu Gaoyu vaguely revealed his future plans, the Sultan suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders had become much heavier.

But just as Zhu Gaoyu said at the beginning.

Everyone in the Ming Dynasty knew that the Sultan was on good terms with Zhu Gaoyu. He also told Zhu Gaoyu the method of making the Urban Cannon.

The Sultan is now on Zhu Gaoyu's ship and is tied to the big ship of the Prince of Yan's Palace.

Thinking of this, the Sultan sighed in his heart, but the expression on his face became more serious.

His eyes swept across the "army" in the earthen fort. To be more precise, it was a brand new "guard team" formed from the original refugees after being governed and managed.

This escort is not large in number.

You know, as the prince's guard, there are only about three guards, and one guard has 5600 people.

The number of the Prince's guards was sharply reduced to only about 500 people.

However, during the communication with Zhu Gaoyu, Zhu Gaoyu drew on some ideas from his memory and put forward an idea that even the Sultan thought was cunning.

Although the Sultan only trained 500 men, these 500 men were the elite among the elite.

During the training process, the Sultan not only trained them as ordinary soldiers, but also trained their ability to command troops.

A captain of ten among five hundred men can become a captain of a centurion when ready for war; a captain of a centurion can be expanded to a captain of a thousand...

The most important thing is that the lives and property of these refugees are in this earthen fort and are controlled by Zhu Gaoyu.

The whole family depended on Zhu Gaoyu for food, drink and promotion. In addition, there was no shortage of food and drink. During this period, they worked during the day and ate at night, and they were fully supplemented with carbohydrates and proteins. It didn't take long before vague muscle outlines appeared on the arms of these refugees.

The earthen fort was in good order. Almost all the people inside were Zhu Gaoyu's own men, or those borrowed from Prince of Yan. It could be said to be as solid as a rock.

It is under such conditions that the earthen fort can live a colorful life during these days, even in the howling north wind and the bitter cold winter.

He made sure that everyone in the earthen fortress was well fed, well watered and warmly clothed, which was in stark contrast to the pale appearance before.

People's spirits were high, and the whole earth fort began to operate in an orderly manner like a large machine.

The Sultan looked at the numerous guards going into battle shirtless in the middle of winter, holding stone chains in their hands, exercising their strength, and sweating profusely.

He nodded in agreement, but spoke calmly:
"Okay, that's it for today. Call everyone in the earth fort over here, I have something to announce."

After these words were spoken, many guards looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some smart people seemed to have vaguely realized something.

This time when the Sultan came back, he immediately put a lot of effort into training the young and middle-aged men in the earthen fort, and he was also carefully training the 500-man guard in front of him. It was obvious that he came well prepared.

If you say that Zhu Gaoyu was not behind this, no matter how stupid these refugees are, they would not believe it.

But what is this for?

Fight the Tatars?

They were a little confused.

Everything was in order in the earthen fort. The Sultan only had to wait for a moment, and the refugees living in the earthen fort began to gather in the open space in front of them one after another.

They looked a little hesitant and uneasy. These days were so beautiful.

It even gave them an illusion.

It seemed as if all the previous experiences of wandering were just a dream.

But every time they saw the corn rice, the saliva that subconsciously secreted from their mouths, and the heart-wrenching hunger that resurfaced in their memories immediately brought them back to their senses.

They understood that the experience of being displaced while fleeing famine was something they had personally experienced.

As a result, these refugees became more grateful to Zhu Gaoyu, who created all this.

Since ancient times, common people have been the easiest to satisfy.

As long as they have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, they will live their lives honestly no matter how much pressure they are under or how much they vent verbally.

And at this moment, the Sultan's voice rang in everyone's ears:

"The earthen fort was built in Datong, but you all know that the master, our Prince of Dinghai, is the legitimate son of Prince of Yan. And Prince of Yan's fiefdom is in Beiping."

"Right now I am going to take the people in the earthen fort back to Peking. Except for the 500 guards who must be taken away, the rest of the people who want to stay can continue to live in the earthen fort. There will be other managers to take over."

"If there are those who want to leave with me, the prince has said in his letter that he will promise good farmland in his fiefdom and help his followers settle down. The conditions after that will not be worse than in Datong."

The guards in the earthen fort looked normal.

The Sultan informed us in advance about following him to Peking when we were being selected to join the guard.

But for others, it's worth considering.

After all...if they really followed the Sultan to Peking as he wished, then their lives and honor might really depend on Zhu Gaoyu.

Now that I’ve left the earth fort, maybe I can still be an ordinary citizen...right?

This remains doubtful for the time being.

After a rustling moment.

In the crowd, Chen Gen was cheerful and calm. He took the lead and walked outside the crowd:

"When I was down and out, I was like a lost dog. It was the prince who gave me hope to survive. I, Chen Gensheng, had a miserable life, but from that time on, I promised myself that as long as my grandfather and sister could have enough food and warm clothes, I, Chen Gensheng, would sacrifice my life for the prince."

"Peking...our whole family is willing to go!"

After saying that, the old man and the girl in the crowd also took a step forward, standing just to the left and right of Chen Gensheng.

After the words fell, another middle-aged man stood up:

"We are refugees anyway. Datong is not our home, and it's the same if we go to Beiping! Speaking of which, I will feel at ease wherever Prince Dinghai is! If the chief historian under the Dai Prince comes... then those days..."

The words were not finished, but everyone had already imagined what would happen next.

Their expressions changed.

Thinking of the changes brought about by Zhu Gaoyu in these days, more and more people chose to stand up and go to Peiping.

For refugees who have left their hometown, it doesn't matter where they go.
The most important thing is, which one is better, Datong or Beiping... Putting aside other things, just looking at the fiefdoms of the princes, it is obvious that the Prince of Yan is more reliable.

When the Sultan saw this scene, he was stunned at first, then he smiled slightly.

See you tomorrow!

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(End of this chapter)