Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 283 Chapter 283, Zhu Cihong is as stable as Mount Tai, and He Shuote is in doubt
Zhu Cihong stopped immediately when he heard the words.

In Zhu Cihong's original plan, he had actually anticipated altitude sickness and made corresponding preparations.

For example, this time, he almost asked all the young and strong peasants to bring as much food as possible, and after entering the territory of Xiningwei, he asked these young and strong peasants to return to the territory of Daming to wait.

During the following march route, Zhu Cixiang also ordered to save food as much as possible.After taking the two-pronged approach, Zhu Cixi now has at least ten days of food, and if he can save as much as possible, he can even last for more than 20 days.

This is Zhu Cihong's confidence.

But now, the system has given so much food and meat very generously, which undoubtedly freed Zhu Cihong from his tight life.

Zhu Cihong said seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. British, food is no longer a problem for us."

In a flash, three days passed.

Zhu Cihong is very firm in implementing the policy of rest and recuperation. These days, apart from going to the camp wall every morning and evening, most of the time is spent visiting those soldiers who are more rebellious, and having discussions with other normal soldiers. comminicate.

Throughout the ages, this has been a very effective means of buying people's hearts.When the superiors choose to sit with the grassroots fighters, the morale of these fighters is very easily mobilized.

Zhu Cihong didn't talk to the soldiers about major military affairs (mainly you can't expect ordinary people who can't read two characters to understand the world situation), but talked about some modern geography common sense, talk about Asia, Africa, Europe and America, talk about Races on other continents and so on.

After a few days, the soldiers became acquainted with Zhu Cihong a lot.

A young soldier boldly said: "His Royal Highness, I heard that there is a sacred mountain on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Standing on the highest point of the sacred mountain, you can touch the foundation of the heaven. Is it true?"

Zhu Cilang said with a smile: "As for the holy mountain, maybe the eminent monks over there will designate some, but the one you are talking about should be the Himalayas. According to what I know, the Himalayas should be about three thousand feet long, but no one has ever gone up there. If one day you want to go up, you must be fully prepared, because it is really very dangerous."

After hearing this, the soldiers were amazed, and then said humanely: "Three thousand feet is not enough to reach the foundation of the heavenly court, so it must be ten thousand feet?"

Zhu Cilang thought about it, and based on the calculation that one zhang is equal to three meters, thirty thousand zhang is ninety thousand meters, and it has not yet left the troposphere, the lowest layer of the atmosphere...

Zhu Cihong coughed, and said seriously: "Heavenly Court, that is the gods in the sky, that is, the place where our ancestors lived, and it is not easy to reach."

A soldier said: "But Your Highness, you will be the emperor in the future, that is the emperor. Can't even the emperor reach heaven?"

Another soldier suddenly said: "What do you know? How many people can there be in the Heavenly Court, and they are all ancestors. What's the point of making them smile all day long after His Highness goes down? Or is it comfortable to be an emperor in our world, and you can say anything!" It's an imperial decree, Your Highness, right?"

Zhu Cihong couldn't help laughing, and everyone burst into laughter.

Zhu Cihong shook his head and said with a smile: "There are some things, I don't know very well now. I will tell you after I really become the emperor, maybe we will know how to go to the heaven."

After a while, Zhu Cihong smiled and waved goodbye to all the soldiers, and left the camp.

Before taking two steps, the Duke of England hurriedly appeared in front of Zhu Cihong.

"Your Highness, the rebels have almost recovered, and now there are only about a hundred sick people in the army. So what, should we attack?"

The British Duke still hopes to defeat the Heshuote soldiers as soon as possible.

Zhu Cilang pondered for a while, then said: "How about this, let the Qinghai Guard's cavalry go out in the afternoon first, and see if the Heshuote people have other means. If not, let's go out with the whole army tomorrow."

Speaking of which, this was Zhu Cihong's first battle with the Mongolian army after crossing.

Today's Mongolian army is no longer the army that swept across the Eurasian continent and suppressed all dissatisfied troops 300 years ago, but it is still a nomadic nation that occupies a vast area from Central Asia to Eastern Europe, whether it is the Oara Mongolia or Monan to which Heshuote belongs. The Tatars, Mongolia, etc. have all put great military pressure on the Ming Dynasty. You can't do it accidentally.

On the other side, Chao Lu, the chief general of Heshuo, was also yelling at him.

"I've never seen a Ming army who is so afraid of death! The prince of Ming is not a Han anymore, how could he be so cowardly? No wonder Ming was beaten like this by Qing all these years. It's ridiculous!"

Hearing Chaolu's words, the expressions of Luo Shi and Fan Wencheng, the two envoys of the Qing Dynasty, were unavoidably subtle.

This is so right, why does it seem like we are picking up the loopholes in the Qing Dynasty?

The Qing Dynasty is not weak, okay!
Of course, in view of the current situation, the two wisely put these words in their stomachs and did not say them out of their mouths.

The other Heshuo special generals (mainly the nine younger brothers of Chaolu) were obviously impatient, and one of them said: "Brother, is there any conspiracy in the Ming army? Don't wait here, when the time comes, everyone in my hometown will It was copied.”

Although Qinghai is very large, it is not comparable to the Mongolian plateau and the Central Asian grasslands after all. Therefore, since entering Qinghai, the Heshuote tribe has changed from pure nomadic to semi-nomadic and semi-settled, and naturally they have their own nests where their tribes are located.

Chao Lu was startled when he heard the words, and he couldn't believe it: "Impossible, how could the Ming army know our location?"

"What don't you know, aren't the traitor tribes in Xining the lackeys of the Ming Dynasty? They are also Mongolians, and they all have contacts."

"Maybe those traitors in Xining have gone to our hometown to burn, kill and loot."

Chaolu people are sluggish, is that okay?

Even Luo Shi and Fan Wencheng looked at each other, clearly seeing the regret on each other's faces.

If he was really defeated by such a simple strategy as a sneak attack on his hometown, then it is really...

Luo Shi couldn't help but whispered to Fan Wencheng: "Mr. Fan, do you think this is possible?"

Fan Wencheng said helplessly: "Lord Luo Shi, I really don't know how to fight. What do you think?"

Rosh's expression gradually became serious, and he was speechless for a long time.

Obviously, in Rosh's view, this possibility cannot be ruled out!
Just when Chao Lu was hesitating whether to retreat, someone suddenly shouted.

"Look, the camp of the Ming army is open again!"

Chaolu shook his body, looked up, and found a Ming army cavalry rushing out like a sharp arrow, rushing towards a Heshuo Te thousand cavalry team that was routinely harassing outside the Ming army camp.

Chao Lu's complexion changed, and he snorted heavily.

"Don't worry about that much, quickly dispatch troops and generals, and take down this Ming army cavalry for me!"

　Here I go, I actually forgot to post yesterday afternoon’s post, and now I’m posting two chapters in a row.

　　
　
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