Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 137: Onon River
"Please sit down." After Emperor Yongle sat down, he looked at Yu Qian who was still in a daze, sighed in his heart, and spoke again.

"Your Majesty, this time the military horse camp was attacked and the horses were stolen. More than seventy of our brothers died tragically! No one was spared!" Yu Qian said to Emperor Yongle with a sad face.

"It's good that you are alive. Since he spared your life today, I will spare him this time on the battlefield in the future!" Emperor Yongle seemed to have no reaction to the tragic deaths of more than 70 soldiers, and just comforted Yu Qian lightly.

This made Zhu Zhanhe behind him sigh at the emperor's ruthlessness!

"Mahamu said, these seventy-odd brothers died for me!

They could have escaped!
But he stayed for me!" What really made Yu Qian sad was that more than 70 lives were lost for him!
“I heard that the military cavalry camp was attacked, and the Crown Prince personally led the troops to rescue!
This time, you can get rid of some of your impetuousness and arrogance, and it's all worth it!" Zhu Zhanhe squinted at Emperor Yongle as he fooled Yu Qian, and continued to sigh at the power of buying horse bones for a thousand gold.

"Yu Qian, I will accept your advice!" At that moment, Yu Qian felt that he was not only living for himself, but also for the seventy or so brothers who had died for him! Yu Qian was filled with sorrow, but with a determined face, he bent down to Emperor Yongle and slowly knelt down.

At this moment, Emperor Yongle truly subdued Yu Qian, the wild horse!
"Let's talk about Mahamu." Having achieved his goal, Emperor Yongle began to pay attention to the protagonist of this incident.

"When I first met him, he said that during his 20th year in the Ming Dynasty, he had been to the Shenjiying to repair cannons, muskets, and make gunpowder; he had been to the Wujunying to build city walls and fortifications; and now he has come to provide nutrition for 3,000 horses!" Yu Qian spoke of his understanding of Mahamu with a look of grief, indignation, and fear on his face.

After hearing this, Emperor Yongle could no longer sit still. He stood up and walked back and forth.

"He loves talking about military strategy with me most, and in the past year or so, he loves drawing maps!
I like to discuss the wars between the Ming Dynasty and the tribes outside the Great Wall since the Hongwu period..." Yu Qian slowly recounted the entire process of his interactions with Mahamu.

According to Zhu Zhanhe's summary, Mahamu is a grassland overlord and hero who is determined, able to endure loneliness, has extraordinary bearing, and has secretly learned the art of war from the Ming Dynasty for twenty years!

"From today on, you will be my military advisor!
Go change your clothes and come serve in the barracks!" Emperor Yongle issued a final ultimatum regarding Yu Qian's whereabouts.

Afterwards, Zhu Zhanhe went out with Emperor Yongle.

On the way back to the military camp, Zhu Zhanhe took the initiative to speak.

"Grandpa, if this Mahamu really has such ambitions, I'm sure someone will coordinate the entire grassland tribe in this war!

My grandson doesn't believe in any coincidences!" Zhu Zhanhe once again put forward his point of view to Emperor Yongle.

"I will seriously consider it!" Emperor Yongle paused and responded to Zhu Zhanhe.

……

Time flies, and a few days later we are at the banks of the Onon River.

Emperor Yongle led Prince Han, Prince Zhao, Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Zhanhe and the newly promoted military advisor Yu Qian, and they stood on the banks of the Onon River on horseback.

"The Onon River is ahead!
Back then, this was the starting point for Prairie's conquest of the world!
"Five hundred years! I'm the only one who can get here!" Emperor Yongle looked at the majestic Ming Dynasty army in the distance and couldn't help but speak to the people around him.

"Wala, Tatar, Uriankhai, these are all old friends, and they are all here!

It seems like they really welcome an old man like me!" Emperor Yongle's eyes were filled with sighs and murderous intent!
"Time waits for no one. Today I will strive for complete victory!" Emperor Yongle sighed proudly, and then rode his horse towards the army in front!

Just in front of me, I saw flags waving and fluttering!

The Ming army phalanx is mighty and majestic!

The white clouds pressing down on your head are breathtaking!

Zhu Zhanhe looked at the majestic army in front of him and felt a surge of heroic spirit in his chest!
Following the footsteps of Emperor Yongle, everyone passed through the entire army!

The solemn mood infected everyone!

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"The general is mighty!"

"The Ming army is mighty!" "Long live the emperor!"

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Long live the emperor!" Emperor Yongle rode on a war horse, broke away from the team behind him, came to the center of the army formation, and began the pre-war mobilization. The deafening shouts shook people's hearts and minds, and resounded through the sky like a raging storm!
"Twenty years of fighting, thousands of miles of raids!
Today, on the banks of the Onon River, we will fight against the enemy's main force in their lair!

You will join me in conquering the Alliance!

From today on, our descendants will no longer suffer from the pain of war!" Emperor Yongle roared loudly, and then drew the sword from his waist!
"I will not return until the enemy is defeated!" Emperor Yongle raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly!

"Kill!" The murderous aura instantly rushed into the sky!
"kill!"

"kill!"

"Kill!" The continuous shouts of killing made Zhu Zhanhe's body tremble uncontrollably. He was excited and all he wanted now was to kill the enemy!
After a pre-war mobilization, in an open space, Emperor Yongle led everyone around the sand table to watch the direction of the war!
"Boom! Boom! Boom..." The sound of drums continued to ring out, and the terrifying war machine of the Ming Dynasty slowly launched its murderous army!

The artillery is ready!

The musket is ready!

The crossbow is ready!

The cavalry is ready!

Infantry ready!

……

Almost at the same moment, both sides launched a cavalry charge, because they both needed distance to achieve the best killing moment!
And the moment the cavalry rushed out, the Ming Dynasty's Shenjiying began its horrific harvest.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." The roar of the artillery was deafening, like a meteorite falling from the sky, rushing straight towards the enemy. Suddenly, people and horses on the opposite side fell to the ground, and wailing continued!
"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Rocket vehicles launched rockets that fell from the sky, reaping the enemy troops like the god of death!

"Report, the Tatar cavalry is out!"

"Report, the Divine Machine Battalion has been deployed, and the Crossbow Battalion is on standby!"

...The latest news from the front line continuously reached this simple command post.

The generals who received the news also hurriedly moved the icons representing each department on the sand table.

"Report, 3,000 battalions, both wings, move out!"

"Report..."

"Spearmen, advance a thousand steps!" Various battlefield messages continued to emerge, but Emperor Yongle remained calm, his hands on his hips, and ordered the spearmen to advance! On the sand table, the little figures representing the spearmen were pushed forward.

As Emperor Yongle finished speaking, on the battlefield, the spearmen hidden behind the cavalry coordinated with the cavalry and shield soldiers to rush towards the enemy's light cavalry.

For a while, there was constant fighting on the battlefield.

People were thrown to the ground! Guns were broken and people were killed! Shields flew and people were thrown! ... In a moment, countless people were covered in blood!
Just as the battle was going on, a strange wind suddenly blew up, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone covered themselves with their hands or lowered their heads to avoid the impact.

However, unexpectedly, the soldiers representing the Ming army on the sand table were blown down by the strange wind!

What’s even more bizarre is that even the large banner symbolizing Emperor Yongle was blown down at the entrance of the camp!

(End of this chapter)