Ming Dynasty: Charge, Emperor Yongle!

The battle in Bayanbolege was already drawing to a close the moment the sun rose.

Blood stained the grass, corpses littered the ground, along with lone warhorses, broken weapons, and shattered armor.

"General."

"This battle was so satisfying."

Of the 10,000 cavalrymen, fewer than 100 escaped.

"We captured thousands of warhorses alone, and countless weapons and supplies."

Huo Li Huo Zhen, covered in blood, walked towards Zhu Di with great excitement.

When Geng Bingwen, who had come along, saw the young Zhu Di, he was astonished. When did the Ming Dynasty produce such a young general?

"Marquis of Changxing".

"I have come here on the orders of the General Who Conquers the North and the Duke of Wei."

"Where is Lan Yu, the vanguard commander of the central army and the vice commander-in-chief?"

Zhu Di didn't waste time with pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"General Lan Yu has suffered severe injuries and is in a coma."

"Fortunately, he received treatment from the army medics and was not in mortal danger."

"We are currently inside the central military tent in the camp."

Geng Bingwen had no doubts and answered directly.

"Let's go take a look."

Zhu Di strode toward the center of the camp. Before Geng Bingwen could react, Huo Lihuo and other generals had already followed.

"Get out of the way immediately! Our general wants to visit General Lan Yu."

"What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to trespass into my father's military tent? Get lost!"

From afar, the group heard the sounds of arguing. Geng Bingwen was startled and quickly looked at Zhu Di.

Zhu Di's face darkened, and he said coldly, "What a show of power! A mere vanguard commander acts more like a general."

"This general..."

Geng Bingwen tried to step forward to smooth things over, but Zhu Di interrupted him, saying, "Marquis of Changxing, I want to see if I can meet Lan Yu."

As he spoke, Zhu Di walked toward the military tent, his face ashen.

"Marquis of Changxing".

"Zhu Silang was personally appointed by the General."

Huo Li Huo glanced at Geng Bingwen and gave him a reminder.

"A person Xu Da values!"

Geng Bingwen was once again annoyed, realizing he shouldn't have let those brutes run rampant.

"General."

Upon seeing Zhu Di's arrival, Zhu Neng, Qiu Fu, Tan Yuan, and others quickly made way for him.

In front of the large tent in the center of the camp, a dozen burly young men clad in full armor had one hand already on the hilt of their swords, staring at them fiercely.

"If I'm not mistaken."

"None of you went into battle to fight, not even a drop of blood was stained on the tip of your blades."

Zhu Di scrutinized the group of fully armored youths and said coldly.

"General Zhu."

Geng Bingwen hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"What kind of trash are you, daring to act superior in front of me?"

"Even if we win this battle, or even if they all die, my father must return to the Ming Dynasty alive."

The young man in the lead completely disregarded Zhu Di and said fiercely.

"Lan Zhong".

"Stop talking!"

Geng Bingwen quickly stopped the young man.

"Lan Zhong".

"hehe!"

Zhu Di chuckled and mocked, "I've long heard that generals in the army love to adopt orphans and give them new names and surnames."

"They euphemistically call it: imitating His Majesty's actions!"

"Lan Yu was particularly prominent, with over a hundred adopted sons under his command."

"You lot wouldn't be using loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness as a pretext, would you?"

"none of your business."

Lan Yi muttered a curse.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Lan Yi was sent flying, his chest caved in, and he coughed up blood repeatedly.

"Splash!"

The other adopted sons of Lan Yu drew their swords, the flashing blades reflecting in front of the tent entrance, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Seeing this, Zhu Di remained calm, took out a gold plaque from his pocket with the words "Prince of Yan" engraved on it, and said indifferently, "My surname is Zhu, and I am the fourth in my family."

boom!!!

The moment those words were spoken, the entire audience was stunned.

"Greetings, Your Highness Prince Yan!"

Geng Bingwen was the first to react and knelt down on one knee to pay his respects.

"Greetings, Your Highness Prince Yan!"

"Greetings, Your Highness Prince Yan!"

Huo Li Huo Zhen and the others could not hide their shock. No one had expected that Zhu Si Lang was actually Prince Yan, Zhu Di.

Zhu Neng, Qiu Fu, and Tan Yuan were filled with joy. They had spent months in the same tent as the Prince of Yan. If word got out, how many people would be envious and jealous?

"Now, do I still have the right to go in and see Lan Yu?"

Zhu Di stared directly at Lan Zhong, his face expressionless.

"Yan...King Yan."

No matter how unruly Lan Zhong was, he knew how noble Zhu Di's status was, so he dared not stop him. He was so frightened that he dropped the knife in his hand.

"Take it down!"

Zhu Di waved his hand, and the surrounding Ming soldiers immediately arrested all of Lan Yu's adopted sons present.

"According to the military law of the Ming Dynasty, anyone who disrespects their superior will be punished with one hundred strokes of the cane!"

"Anyone who deserts in the face of battle will be executed without mercy!"

"Execute immediately!"

What?

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Everyone was stunned. The Prince of Yan was going to kill all of Lan Yu's adopted sons.

"Your Highness, Prince Yan."

Geng Bingwen wanted to exonerate them.

Zhu Di narrowed his eyes and said with an unfriendly expression, "Marquis of Changxing, there are still many things that haven't been explained in this battle. Don't make trouble for yourself."

Thinking of what Lan Yu had done, and then of the near annihilation of the five thousand vanguard of the central army, Geng Bingwen's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, and he chose to remain silent.

"You dare?"

"My father is the Crown Princess's maternal uncle, and even His Highness the Crown Prince treats him with respect."

"You killed me, but when my father wakes up, he will never let you get away with it."

Lan Zhong and his men shouted loudly, completely disregarding Zhu Di.

For a moment, the faces of the generals present, including Huo Lihuozhen, turned ashen. They could tolerate Lan Yu's higher rank, but what were these guys? How dare they threaten them? They were just Lan Yu's adopted sons.

"I'll tell you."

"Today, even His Majesty couldn't save you here."

"Lan Yu, hmph, he'd better behave himself, or I won't hesitate to get rid of him as well."

Zhu Di said with a forced smile.

"Kneel down!"

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Zhu Neng, Qiu Fu, and Tan Yuan stepped forward and kicked more than a dozen of Lan Yu's adopted sons to the ground.

"You bastards, you bunch of soldiers!"

Lan Yu's adopted sons were still cursing and swearing.

"Noisy."

Zhu Di gave Zhu Neng a look, his face full of impatience.

"Pfft!"

Zhu Neng understood immediately, drew his sword, and decapitated Lan Zhong with a single stroke, blood gushing from his neck.

Qiu Fu, Tan Yuan, and others followed suit without hesitation, and more than a dozen of Lan Yu's adopted sons were beheaded, the air filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

"Well done!"

Huo Li Huo secretly rejoiced. Lan Yu had always been arrogant and domineering in the army, and many people disliked him.

"well!"

Geng Bingwen sighed deeply, knowing that the feud between Lan Yu and the Prince of Yan was now firmly established.

In the future, I fear I won't be able to stay out of it, and I might even be implicated by Lan Yu.

One is the Crown Princess's maternal uncle, and the other is the Crown Prince's younger brother. Neither of them is easy to get along with. Not to mention, Prince Yan Zhu Di is going to form a marriage alliance with Duke Wei Xu Da, which will surely increase his influence in the army. This battle has already allowed everyone to witness Prince Yan Zhu Di's bravery.