Daming: I became Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son

At this moment, Zhu Yan seemed to be really impatient, he glanced around and said.

"Since you are not interested in this game, then we will go back, and the food will be delivered to you in a while. I will keep my promise."

After finishing speaking, he turned his horse's head and was about to leave when a centurion stopped his horse's head and said loudly.

"Zhu Bing, you are the dignified prince of Daming, you will never speak without counting, right?"

Zhu Yan, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression, and said lightly.

"This king has never made jokes with others. Spit is a nail. A word is powerful, and you will never go back on what you promise."

At this time, the centurion glanced at the dozen or so people who stood up, and gave an order with tears in his eyes.

"Then you guys can start. You can exchange ten of you for a thousand cotton-padded clothes, which can be regarded as a kindness to wounded soldiers. This can be regarded as a well-deserved death. It is really worth it."

These Bei Yuan's personal guards began to fight on their own, but for them, their hearts were crying blood all the time.

If they were to kill the enemy on the battlefield, whether they were facing Ye Sudieer or the troops of the Ming army, even if they bleed, they really deserved their death.

Now that their blades have actually slashed at one of their own people, just now, they were still good brothers who were in the same pot, how can this not make people feel chilled.

But in any case, they also know that people are knives and I am fish, and they have no reason to refuse. Even if ten of them go to seize the camp of the Ming army, they will not be able to snatch a thousand cotton-padded clothes.

In other words, this is tantamount to exchanging their lives for more wounded soldiers to survive, which is a reason why they are willing to die.

A quarter of an hour later, all those who participated in the fight were dead, and there were no living Yuan soldiers left on the ground.

Zhu Yan was very satisfied, so he said with a smile.

"Okay, since you are so obedient, I will definitely send you this cotton coat in time. Shall we talk about something else?"

Zhatai was really terrified, if he wanted to continue talking like this, without having to fight any more, his soldiers would be completely lost due to cannibalism.

"Okay, you have fought and fought and made trouble, you should leave now, killing people is nothing more than nodding, you can't do too much."

Zhu Di and Zhu Bian quickly exchanged a glance, they also knew that the good show should be over by now, and returned to the Ming army tent with their own guards.

When he came back, Zhu Di said a little angrily.

"I originally thought that these so-called descendants of Genghis Khan would have so much backbone, but they were all bullied like this by us, but they didn't dare to resist at all. It's really disappointing."

Zhu Yan chuckled, he had already made two preparations, and said to Zhu Di.

"Fourth brother, don't worry, the fight will start sooner or later anyway, and we are not in a hurry. I have already prepared the cotton clothes and food for them."

It turned out that Zhu Xun knew that there was such an event, so he allocated all these grains and cotton clothes a long time ago, and prepared to send them to Zhatai.

But before sending it away, he asked the quartermaster to say.

"Prepare the pus of those smallpox and malaria patients, and spread all these things evenly on those clothes and food, then there will be a good show."

Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Yan, and thought that this third elder brother was not only brave in fighting, but also not inferior in playing tricks.

"Third brother, you are really good these two times. Emperor Yuan Tian just succeeded in usurping the throne and let you be disabled, but I feel a little sympathetic to that Zhatai now."

Zhu Yan looked at Zhu Di with a straight face, and replied.

"In terms of character alone, that Zhatai is also a man, but the two armies clashed for their own masters. If you sympathized with him, who ever sympathized with the people who were abused under the iron heel of Mongolia?"

Naturally, the quartermaster hated those Mongolian Tartars very much. He sprinkled the pus once and then dried it, and then sprinkled it again and dried it to ensure that its effect would not fail.

At this time, in Zhatai's big tent, several generals were furiously cursing Zhu Di and Zhu Bian.

Zhatai was also very sad, he looked at the generals in front of him, all of them were born and died with him, so they could survive until now.

He had no choice but to comfort these people.

"Please don't worry, the humiliation we have suffered today will never be in vain. When we can accumulate strength to counterattack Daming, we will make them pay back thousands of times."

Then he decided to go to Lu Guan Timur and tell him the grievances he had suffered.

Zhatai is a very good general, and also a leader who can stand on his own, but at this time, Zhu Di treats him like a child's play, which he cannot bear.

He wanted to find Lu Guan Timur, and no matter what, he had to volunteer to fight, even if he was a centurion in the front, or even an ordinary soldier.

Suffering such humiliation today, he would rather die in front of the battle, and drag a few Ming troops to his back before dying, this is his most sincere thought.

At this time, Lu Guan Timur was actually not feeling well, he was looking at the roster in his handsome tent.

His soldiers have already lost a lot, but the demand on the fishing sea has never come down. He doesn't know what's going on, but he can't persist like this anymore. If it keeps going, the whole army will be wiped out risks of.

At this time, Zhatai didn't wait for the notification, he broke into the big tent in a hurry, and after seeing Lu Guan Tiemu'er, he knelt down and cried.

"Marshal, if you don't let us decide, then we really have no way out. I just want to be an ordinary pawn, go to the front and fight to the death with the Ming army."

Lu Guan Timur had no choice but to persuade him, and said to him.

"Don't worry, these things have already been expected by me. The Ming army will definitely take advantage of our food shortage to make troubles, but His Majesty will definitely allocate food and money, and we will persist for a while."

Unexpectedly, Zatai said to Lu Guan Timur very calmly.

"You don't know, among all the troops outside, we are the only ones who are short of food and pay. Does the court want to abandon us now, or kill us with the hands of foreign enemies?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Guan Tie Mu'er subconsciously glanced around, and found that no one else was all cronies, so he had the bottom line in his heart, and said softly.

"You can't talk nonsense. If you say too much, you will definitely bring disaster to yourself. You must be clear that His Majesty is not only Da Yuan's Majesty, but also our Anda. We have made great contributions to him for killing Yuan Mo Emperor. ,"

Zhatai looked at Lu Guan Tiemu'er very sadly, and said.

"Marshal, why are you still so naive? Back then, Anda was already the master of the high golden tent. In his eyes, you were a thorn in his flesh. You must get rid of it quickly. How can you not be chilling?" !"

At this time, Lu Guan Timur called a quartermaster and asked.

"Tell me the truth, is our military supplies the same as other troops?"

The quartermaster was also upset, knelt down and said.

"Master Taiwei, if you don't ask me, I dare not say it. The other troops have enough food and food, but we are short of food and wages, and we are still performing the most difficult tasks on the front line. There are already rumors that the imperial court will send us Treat it as cannon fodder."

After hearing this, Lu Guan Timur slumped on the chair, speechless for a long time.