My Daming New Empire

And the Beiyuan people had already got the news that the Wuliangha people had already run away without a trace, and the Wala people also shrunk their battle lines, wanting to rely on the grasslands and deserts to consume the strength of the Ming army.

However, in order to cooperate with the army on the east road, the army on the middle road marched at an astonishingly slow speed, only moving at a speed of ten or twenty kilometers a day, pushing flatly.

Except for the forward army and scout army, all large armies are cross marches.Today, with Zuo Ye in front, he will rest for a day, and then let the rear army become the front army. This kind of rotation march not only preserves physical strength, but also is as stable as Mount Tai.

The only bad thing is that such a marching speed consumes too much food and grass.

Chapter 45 Strike the Autumn Wind

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

When the sun sets, the peaceful grassland turns into a lively sea of ​​tents.

The simple tents stretched for more than a hundred miles, forming a lively scene.

The 70 troops in the middle road formed a force of flat push, not only the people on the grassland, but even the animals on the grassland suffered.

Packs of wild wolves, leopards, and the rare bison all became the hunting targets of the army.

Wherever it passes by, there is simply no grass growing.

Except for the bison that would be tamed with nose rings put on by Noir Chongying, most of the wild animals became food in the mouths of the army.

Many generals would take their guards and run for tens of miles to hunt during camping, and most of the time they would not fail.

Zhu Zhanji also wanted to have an addiction at the beginning, but as soon as he left the camp, more than 2000 people from Habayashi Zuowei dared not be careless and insisted on following him.

Such a laborious work made him lose the interest in hunting.

Every evening, he could only take the guards around the camp to practice riding.

In modern times, his riding skills were already very good. In ancient times, he had practiced since he was a child, and now his riding skills are no worse than anyone else's.

In particular, all his horses are the best horses of this era. The sweat horses and Arabian horses are much higher than the Mongolian (Mongolian) horses, which gives him a greater advantage on the battlefield.

His guards have also become a scene of the army. During the one-month march, he has visited almost all the guards.

Every general, down to every soldier, has already known him.

Zhu Zhanji, who came from later generations, does not have too strict class thinking. Whether he is a general or a soldier, he treats him equally, which also makes his good reputation spread throughout the camp.

When passing through the wasteland area, Zhu Zhanji encountered a baggage cart stuck in the sand, and jumped off the horse to help push the cart.

This insignificant act caused countless people at that time to kneel down and cry bitterly.

For those soldiers at the bottom, Zhu Zhanji, the grandson, helped them by himself, which was a great blessing.

People's hearts, just like this, have been gathered up little by little.

The march of the army was not in a straight line, nor did it directly cross thousands of miles of wilderness. With an army of 70 people, food is easy to solve, but the biggest problem is water.

Therefore, the march of the army is also advancing by water and grass, and the route gradually shifts to the grassland on the east side.

In later generations, Zhu Zhanji came to Mongolia and inspected the large iron mines discovered at that time. Although he did not invest in it, he was not unfamiliar with the terrain here.

In later generations, it has become a wasteland. The Mongolian and ancient plateaus of the Gobi Desert, in this era, more than half of the area is grassland, especially the eastern area, where many areas are still lush with water and grass.

After the time entered April, the grass on the grassland had grown up, which also provided the grain and grass supply for the livestock, reducing a great burden.

Halfway through the journey of the army, the Wala people have all assembled and are actively preparing for the battle.

They implemented a policy of strengthening the walls and clearing the wilderness on the grassland. During the one-month march, except for a few abandoned old herdsmen, almost no one was seen.

According to the information sent back by the scout battalion of the young army and the scouts of the army, the Oara people have withdrawn from the Hanan River and moved westward.

Their current army is mainly concentrated in Hulan Husuowen, Helin, and Kang Halihai, facing the Ming army and staring at them.

Although the Ming army defeated the Tatars four years ago, the three tribes of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were not afraid of the Ming army. As long as they were not surrounded by the Ming army and took advantage of the large number of people, the Oara people would not be afraid of the Ming army at all.

Moreover, this is still on the grassland, and the Wala people can come and go freely.

However, the Ming army did not have any psychological advantage in the face of the Oirats who were good at riding and shooting, and they did not dare to divide their troops at all, because if they divided their troops, they would have a high possibility of being defeated in the face of the Oirats' various defeats.

It is a pity that the power of firearms in this era is limited. If Zhu Zhanji is confident in arming a sharper Shenji Battalion ten years later, the advantage of cavalry will no longer exist at that time.

However, these can only be thought about, there is no such thing as reaching the sky in one step, everything must be done step by step.

In this era, Zheng He did not lose money in his voyages to the West, and he did not spend huge sums of money to build Beiping. The national power of Ming Dynasty was flourishing, and the trend of strength and weakness would never be reversed in his hands.

"Your Highness, there is a barbecue ahead!"

Zhu Zhanji looked up, and there was a faint smoke rising from the bend in front of him, and a dozen horses were randomly thrown around to graze.

However, this is within the security zone of the Ming army, and all the people coming and going are the Ming soldiers, so it is impossible for them to be foreign enemies.

Zhu Zhanji picked up the binoculars on his chest, pulled out the lens, adjusted the focus, and the scene in the lens came into view clearly.

This kind of telescope is made of wooden pillars, thick wooden pillars cover thin wooden pillars, and hand-polished pure crystals are installed on both ends.Although it is only about six times, the effect of using it in the desert is very good.

"It's the soldiers of Yunchuanwei, let's go, let's fight the autumn wind."

The guards burst into smiles when they heard this. Recently, Zhu Zhanji seldom eats in the camp, and the autumn wind blows everywhere during dinner.

It is an extremely honorable thing to be beaten by the grandson.So every time it's time to set up camp, as long as there are soldiers who have gained something, they will deliberately set up pots and stoves and bonfires around the camp, expecting Zhu Zhanji to fight the autumn wind.

They want to curry favor with Zhu Zhanji, and Zhu Zhanji also wants to use this opportunity to win people's hearts.So even if Zhu Zhanji knew what these people were trying to do, he deliberately sent them to their door.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

It takes only a few minutes to ride a horse for a distance of less than three miles.

Zhu Zhanji led all the guards to the bend of the river, and all the soldiers who were busy skinning and slaughtering the meat stopped their work as if they had just woken up from a dream, and bowed to salute. "See Your Highness the Grandson."

Zhu Zhanji jumped off the horse and said with a smile, "Excuse me...how's your harvest today?"

The leader was in his early twenties and was wearing a thousand household uniform. Seeing Zhu Zhanji's questioning, he immediately said, "Report to Your Highness, today we hunted six wolves and a female leopard."

There are 30 to [-] people on the other side, and the lowest level is a hundred households. No matter how low the official rank is, there will be no free time for dinner.

And with nearly a hundred people on my own side, these harvests are barely enough to eat.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "I don't know if I'm welcome..."

"This is an honor for the ministers, I hope His Highness will not be disrespectful."

Seeing that they had set up a big pot, Zhu Zhanji knew that they were prepared. He turned around and told Li Liang, "Send someone back to bring fifty catties of wheat flour, and then a few people will help."

Wheat flour is also flour, and white flour is considered a staple food in this era, and most common people can afford it.