My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 95 Tatar Attack
Datong.

Zhu Gaoyu didn’t even know what was happening in Yingtian, let alone that what he thought was just a “small invention” actually earned him a title.

Especially the title of this nobility, which seems to be very rich in connotation.

is the day.

The morning sun rises slowly.

Zhu Gaoyu had a ceramic whistle hanging around his neck. As the sharp and rhythmic whistle sounded, a large group of refugees with sleek muscles and dark skin were conducting their twice-daily drills on the flat ground.

The most noteworthy thing is that almost all of these refugees have a long box on their backs, and as they move, slight collision sounds are emitted from the long box from time to time.

It was not until they arrived at the shooting range that the contents of the long box finally came into everyone's sight.

This thing...is actually the matchlock gun that the Sultan brought back from the Kingdom of Rumi.

To be precise, it has now been modified by Zhu Gaoyu and a group of craftsmen into a matchlock gun unique to the Ming Dynasty.

After many days of training, these refugees have changed their attitude towards matchlock guns, from being timid and cautious at the beginning to being able to light the matchlock, insert the push rod, aim, and fire...

The series of movements seemed to be done in one go, so smooth and unbelievable.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by several gunshots, the bullets from the musket penetrated directly into the haystack.

Although the trajectories of some bullets were quite deviated, at least they hit the haystack.

Zhu Gaoyu did not have high demands. He was already extremely satisfied with the refugees who were able to grasp the tricks of firearms in a short period of time.

The Sultan was standing aside. Even though it was not the first time he had seen this scene, his heart was still shocked once again.

After the refugees, the newly formed Zhuangzi Guards, finished their training, the Sultan looked at Zhu Gaoyu with a strange expression, as if he was about to say something:
"Your Highness, are all the refugees in the Ming Dynasty so smart? You know, when I was playing with the matchlock gun, even with someone to teach me, my learning speed was only the same as theirs..."

When Zhu Gaoyu heard this, he couldn't help laughing:
"Who said that Zhuangzi's guards don't have teachers?"

The Sultan opened his eyes wide, seemingly not understanding much.

Then Zhu Gaoyu continued to speak:
"They want to have enough food, want to survive, want to live a good life, so they picked up the matchlock. Aren't these... also teachers in another sense?"

The Sultan was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then he said:

"Your Highness, sometimes you really don't act like a five-year-old child."

"I have to remind you first, Chinese New Year is coming soon. I will be six years old by then. I will be a big kid already."

Sudan:"……"

Sure enough, the thoughts just now were probably all illusions.

As he was speaking, Zhu Gaoyu took the matchlock gun in the wooden box from Xiao Jixiang's hand next to him.

He personally went down to the shooting range, and his movements were smooth, in no way inferior to the refugee just now.

In fact, because of Zhu Gaoyu's amazing innate strength, he seemed more calm and composed when facing the recoil of the musket.

There was a loud bang of a gunshot, and the smell of black powder spread in the air. The bullet passed through the not very precise rifling and actually hit the center of the shooting range.

Zhu Gaoyu put away his musket with satisfaction.

Sure enough, no matter what a genius does, he always stands out.

Eh, low-key.

Thinking about this, Zhu Gaoyu turned around and looked to the other side. He looked at the Sultan, who was looking at him as if he were a monster, and said reservedly:

"Basic operation, basic operation, nothing much to say."

……

Now that the repair of the city wall is gradually getting on track, the village in the suburbs is like a huge and sophisticated machine, with gears meshing one by one in the continuous operation process.

In the Prince Dai's Palace.

As a quasi-conspirator and political animal, Zhu Di already possessed the initial prerequisites.

That is - shameless.

During the time he came to Datong, he fully demonstrated the idea of ​​"what belongs to his brother is his, and what belongs to him is still his". He walked around the Prince of Dai's Palace as if he was in an empty house, as if he treated the Prince of Dai's Palace as his own home.

Just like this moment.

Zhu Di once again "occupied the magpie's nest" and settled down in the study of Prince Dai, discussing a problem with the chief historian of Prince Yan's mansion and a group of confidants who accompanied him.

On their table was a spoke from a carriage.

This wheel spoke was different from the one made by the Ming Dynasty. When Qiu Fu, a favorite general of the King of Yan and a thousand-householder guard in Yanshan, saw this wheel spoke, he immediately started to curse:

"This damn thing is obviously left by the Tatars. Your Majesty, I think the Tatars are already testing us. Are we going to catch them in a trap or take the initiative to attack?"

What Qiu Fu said was not wrong.

As one of the "Saibei Kings", the Prince of Yan had been dealing with the Tatars on the border for a long time and was very familiar with the spoke shape on their carriages.

It’s just that King Yan thought a little more deeply.

Was the Tatars' purpose of going south this time to plunder food to survive the winter... or did they hear about the cement and come here to gather information?

A senior official in the Prince of Yan's palace thought for a moment and then spoke:
"Most Tatars are treacherous. We don't know if the spokes we see now were left there on purpose in an attempt to make us send troops out of the city."

“Your Highness, if we send out troops to fight the Tatars head-on, we might fall into their trap. After all… this is Datong, the vassal territory of the King of Dai…”

It’s not that with the King of Dai around, Zhu Di couldn’t control the army.

The truth is that the King of Dai was originally a good-for-nothing. He had never been productive in his fiefdom and even robbed the people of their wealth.

It can be seen that there must be some corruption within the Datong vassal army. If they really clash head-on, it is hard to say who will win.

Zhu Di pondered for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking of, and suddenly frowned:
"Where is Zhu Gaoyu now?"

It’s not safe outside the city now.

I heard that the boy has been flirting with a Lumi guy recently, and has been hanging out in a farm on the outskirts of the city.

It's broad daylight now, is this guy still outside the city? !
Thinking of this, Zhu Di felt terrible.

Upon hearing this, the other chief secretaries and generals reacted quickly and their faces changed color!

……

at this time.

Outside the city.

A group of people gathered in a small village.

The village was full of traces of blood, and the air was mixed with a pungent smell of blood, so strong that it made people want to vomit.

Crossing the village path littered with corpses, the Tatars, dressed in long robes, felt hats and with long, shiny black braids on their backs, carried piles of wheat out of the houses with happy faces.

Some of the wheat grains are used as seeds to germinate next spring.

But now, these seeds will also turn into food and fall into the mouths of the Tatars.

Aluta's son, Abuji'an, finally smiled as he watched the bags of grain being loaded onto the horses.

"Some of this food can finally last through the winter."

As he spoke, he didn't know what he was thinking about. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Datong. He snorted coldly, with a look of suspicion on his face:

"If the East and the West had not been divided, and the Oirat had not yet given up its evil intentions, my father and the Khan would have accumulated strength for several years and would have regained the old territory. A mere Datong...what does it count for?!"

Today, the Khan of Eastern Mongolia, that is, the Khan of Tatar, is none other than Guichili, and Aluta is one of the most capable ministers under Guichili.

As the son of Aluta, Abuji'an was able to get whatever he wanted in the tribe.

However, when facing the Ming Dynasty, he was just a stray dog ​​with a special identity.

The Northern Yuan Dynasty was destroyed by Zhu Yuanzhang. The Tatars are just a mere handful and only make a few moves every year. If they really provoke the Ming Dynasty, a few Sai kings can beat them up.

Not to mention others, Prince of Yan and Prince of Ning are excellent examples.

As for King Dai...well, let’s not talk about it!
This is also why, when they go south every year, they always like to pick on Datong as an easy target.

Suddenly, Abuji'an seemed to have thought of something and narrowed his eyes:

"I heard that Datong has recently added a new feature to its city wall, called concrete?"

The subordinates beside him looked as if they didn't take it seriously:

"What concrete? Pure concrete. It's just a cover for the Han people."

As he spoke, the subordinate suddenly became excited again:
"Taiji, there seems to be a farm ahead, with smoke rising from above, and it looks like there are quite a few people... I remember it now! That seems to be the farm of the King of Dai. We went in to raid it two years ago. Wow, there are so many good things inside..."

When Abjiang heard this, he was somewhat tempted, but he was not overwhelmed by the sudden excitement.

The more he was at this moment, the calmer he became:

"Don't forget the purpose of our coming. You know... the King of Yan is also in Datong..."

Speaking of the King of Yan, even the son of Grand Tutor Aluta could not help but tremble with fear.

The subordinates next to him continued to persuade him:

"Taiji, it's just a farm on the outskirts of the city. Even if we rob the things inside, can the King of Yan get the news in the first time and chase us out?"

"Furthermore..."

The subordinate smiled mysteriously:
"Young Master, you can take this opportunity to check out what Daming calls concrete and see what it is."

Perhaps it was the last bit of concrete that moved Abji'an. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave the order:

"go!"

at the same time.

Zhu Gaoyu, who was still strolling around the village at that time, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart and his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

It seems like something big is about to happen.

He looked around and found that the wall around the village had been almost destroyed.

The entire Zhuangzi, under the design of a group of architectural masters including Zhu Gaoyu and Kuai Fu, appears to be an airtight earthen fortress.

Based on the original yellow mud material, Zhu Gaoyu poured and applied a layer of concrete on the original soil surface.

Sure enough, in this world, money is not everything.

But without money, that is absolutely impossible.

If it weren't for the reward system of more work, more pay, how could this fortress be built at such a fast speed?

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