I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

In addition, Alutai has a deeper idea in his heart.

That is, Zhu Di is not young anymore, and he may stop breathing and burp at any time.

He was still in his prime, so he decided to learn from Sima Yi and boil Zhu Di, a warlike guy, to death.

He also understood that the next emperor, Zhu Pangpang, was a benevolent and tolerant monarch. He always wanted to let the people recuperate, and he didn't want to start a war with the outside world.

Moreover, he attaches great importance to civil servants, and his relationship with generals is not very good.

An emperor who doesn't like war, and who attaches great importance to civil servants like the Song Dynasty, such an emperor grassland is his favorite.

As for the warlike emperor's grandson Zhu Zhangui.

Alutai didn't think a prince could influence the emperor's thoughts.

If the crown prince can influence the emperor, it would be too useless for him to be the emperor.

As the leader of a faction, Alutai also has his own son.

His son is also good, and he also put forward a lot of ideas, but Alutai only focuses on consideration and will never believe it easily.

If his son dared to jump around and tell him what to do, Alutai would seriously tell the kid who is the father.

The two sides stood at each other like this.

The battle did not break out on the second day, because a new heavy snow fell again.

The Ming army has a lot of firearms here, and this kind of weather is not suitable for combat.

Alutai didn't want to increase the casualties in vain, and reduce the weight of negotiating with Zhu Di in the future, so it didn't launch an attack.

As for logistics, Alutai is not afraid.

He has already sent people back to the grassland, and moved the base camp not far away here.

He is ready to fight to the death, it depends on how Zhu Di chooses when he arrives.

One day, two days, three days in a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.

Zhu Zhangui squatted in the fortifications, looking at the opposite side who also looked dead waiting, and felt guilty.

"Which thing happened to Alutai, and he just stopped moving here. Could it be that he couldn't guess what the old man was thinking?"

Then he shook his head and rejected the idea.

Alutai is not stupid, and the wisdom of a person who can become a hero is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Arutai can definitely see Zhu Zhangui's procrastination, and Arutai can guess the general plan of the old man.

If the spies hadn't confirmed that except for the departure of a few messengers, the main army of Alutai hadn't moved at all, and Zhu Zhangui really suspected that he had been tricked by the opponent.

"Your Highness, Nuer Gandusi's Guard Corps has arrived."

While Zhu Zhangui was observing the situation on the other side and trying to figure out what Alutai was thinking, Hu Yu walked out from the outside and came in to report the news of the arrival of the Nuer Gandu Division Guard Corps.

"Hmph, how fast they go!"

Zhu Zhangui snorted coldly and sarcastically.

My order had been issued years ago, but these guys didn't arrive until the beginning of March.

This is the result of Zhu Zhangui's continuous order and urging.

If there is no order to urge, Zhu Zhangui doubts that these guys will not arrive until the beginning of next spring.

"let them…"

"Woooooooo..."

Just as Zhu Zhangui was about to order the main generals of the opponent to come over and have a good exchange with him, a loud horn sounded suddenly from the opposite side.

Zhu Zhangui slammed down on the observation platform and looked opposite.

Teams of Tatar soldiers came out of the camp.

All infantry, no cavalry.

In the front row of soldiers are heavy shield soldiers carrying tower shields as tall as a person, and behind them are rows of heavy infantry and archers in iron armor.

The pikemen pressed on behind them, followed by densely packed ordinary light infantry.

Zhu Zhangui conservatively estimated that at least 5 people came out this round.

"Damn, it's finally out!"

Zhu Zhangui cursed secretly, and immediately ordered Hu Yu.

"Notify all the troops to enter the position, and send people to closely observe the situation of the Tatar camp, and report any abnormalities immediately!"

A soldier quickly entered the position.

The artillery position on the mountainside, the artillerymen pushed the artillery to the firing position.

In order to prevent the situation at Tianciguan from happening again, the artillery entered a fixed artillery position like a bunker.

The soldiers on the defense line were loading ammunition, and stared warily at the Tatar army that was overwhelmingly approaching from the opposite side.

The newly arrived Nuergandu Guards Corps drove directly to the rear of the defense line, ready to support the front at any time.

Zhu Zhangui said it.

After a while, the battle performance will be good, and the lateness will be written off.

If the battle performance is not good, the old account and the new account will be settled together.

There is no pre-battle call, no duel between generals.

The battle broke out after the Tatar forward troops stepped on the boundary marked by the Ming army.

Chapter 237: Three Sovereigns and Five Sovereigns, Nine are Extremes, and the position of Emperor is still one step away. I, Zhu Di, want to try.

The spring breeze blows, and everything recovers.

The snow in winter melts slowly, and the cold snow water irrigates the seeds that have been sleeping all winter, allowing them to radiate vitality again, break their shells, take root, germinate, and emerge.

On the vast plain, patches of green grass grow extraordinarily lush.

After being irrigated with blood last year, the land here has received richer nutrition than previous years, and has grown thicker, stronger, greener and stronger.

A wild flower is stretching its waist, trying to swing the flower core that is ready to be released, looking for the place where the sun will appear.

"Snapped!"

The wildflowers will still bloom their beauty, just when a little crack was exposed, a big muddy foot descended from the sky, trampling it back into the soil fiercely.

Afterwards, countless big feet followed closely, crushing him to pieces.

Wildflower: I thought I would be picked off and put on my head, and finally withered and died under the regret of the beautiful woman.But I never dreamed that I would end up trampled on by thousands of feet. Life is difficult, and peanuts are even more difficult.

"Enter!"

A high-pitched and clear voice sounded.

Holding a new-style rifle in his hand, the soldier with a bayonet on the front, listened to the order with indifference, and strode forward.

This is a depression against the mountain, and the mountain is an independent mountain.

There are endless grasslands in all directions, and it is like a bamboo shoot that breaks through the ground, lonely and lonely.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sound of neat footsteps resounded from all directions on the mountain, and the flags filled the sky with a murderous look.

A soldier of the Ming Army, under the command of the officer, lined up neatly with his teammates, holding the weapon in his hand tightly, and accompanied by the blood-boiling army drum, he walked slowly towards the valley with neat steps.

The old man Zhu Di was riding on the horse, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly followed the legion.

At the end of last year, on this icy and snowy plain, Daming fought the final decisive battle with the remnants of Oala.

The sound of fighting never stopped in those few days. In those few days, the earth here was stained red with blood.

After more than ten days of desperate fighting, nearly [-] Wala tribes were wiped out by the Ming army.

Later, under the oppression of the Ming army, the remaining 3 or [-] people in Wala retreated to this lonely mountain for the final desperate struggle.

The Ming army did not intend to let them go.

Besieged in all directions, the Oirats had nothing but to resist except surrender.

Surrender, they didn't think about it.

But thinking of the consequences of the surrender of those soldiers who went to war with Mahamu, they knew that with the cruel heart of the Ming army, they had no way out.

Instigated by Mu Hai, the remaining Oirats decided to fight to the death, even if they were to die, they would have to pull a back.

Killing one is enough money, killing two earns one, the more you kill, the more you earn.

But just when they were about to fight to the death, the Ming army stopped their attack and instead surrounded them to prevent them from getting out.

One day two days three days...

one month, two months...

The Ming army just besieged and did not attack.

Mu Hai wanted to lead people to break out of the siege more than once, but was beaten back by the Ming army.

The Oirats who were besieged on the mountain fell into a situation of lack of clothing, medicine, food and water.

At the beginning, the snow water on the mountain was enough for them to drink, and the food and horses were enough for them to eat for a few days.

But as the siege lasted for a long time, the water source gradually disappeared in spring, the food was eaten up, the grass on the mountain was also eaten up, and finally the fur on the body.

But these will eventually be eaten.

Without food and drink, people will gradually go crazy.

In order to survive, many people reached out to the same race.

On March 16, 3th year of Yongle, the Ming army, which had been besieged for a long time, finally launched a full-scale attack.

The huge legion arrived under the lonely mountain from all directions, and the team slowly stopped.

"Father, let me lead people to rush directly. After two or three months of starvation, there are not many people left."

Zhu Gaoxu was gearing up, looking eager to try.

The old man didn't speak, but just waved his hands.

Zhu Gaoxu grinned and rode out with a whip.

"Woo... woo woo..."

The intermittent sound of horns suddenly sounded from the mountain.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was about to launch an attack, raised his head and looked up the mountain.

Thousands of shadowy figures emerged from the stinky mountain.

A big flag was slowly erected.

Strange totems were drawn on the tattered flag, which was held high by a skinny man.

"Oh, there are still alive!"

Zhu Gaoxu laughed unexpectedly.

Then he drew out the precious saber and moved forward slightly.

Behind him, an infantry regiment ready to go, took big strides and stepped forward on the muddy ground.

Holding the tribal flag and a hatchet in his hand, Mu Hai watched the Ming army slowly approaching.

The dryness in his throat made him lick his chapped lips.

Long-term hunger and lack of water made his vision blurry.

The scenery in the distance overlapped so much that he couldn't tell which was a person and which was an object.

But the sound of footsteps coming from below told him that the enemy was approaching.

He took a slight breath, and his entire lungs were burning with pain.

Mu Hai suppressed the pain, turned his head and looked behind him, wondering if there were any clansmen alive, and shouted hoarsely.

"The enemy...the enemy...the enemy is coming, sons...children of Changshengtian!"