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

Those few short words drained all the strength in his body.

People are so hungry and thirsty that they don't want to talk.

But as the leader, he felt that at the last moment of the battle, what should he say?

But even though there are thousands of words in his heart, his physical strength can no longer support him to say these, and he still has to preserve his physical strength to fight the enemy for the final time.

Looking at the shaky figure behind him, Mu Hai opened his mouth and only spit out three words.

"On the way!"

The Oirat soldier standing behind him trembled slightly, and stared hard at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

No one spoke, no one shouted.

When the Ming army approached halfway up the mountain, there were still dozens of steps away from them.

Mu Hai raised the dark brown ax and let out the last cry of his life.

"kill!"

The two sides collided with each other in an instant, and the weapons and armors continued to make sonorous collision sounds.

The soldiers screamed and roared, and the sound of dying people falling to the ground kept ringing.

"thump…"

Mu Hai knelt heavily on the ground, his body was pierced by several spears, and dark red blood continuously flowed out along the barrels of the guns.

He is not dead yet.

At this moment, maybe it was the reflection of the light, or the unwillingness in his heart, he saw everything in front of him clearly.

The Ming army with indifferent expressions and fierce eyes, stumped limbs and broken arms everywhere, and bones that were gnawed full of teeth marks.

The billowing stench was carried by the wind and blown into his nostrils, making his mind more and more clear.

"Cough cough..."

The pain from his body made him unable to hold back a dry cough, and blood poured down and spurted out of his mouth.

"Good guy, you are so hungry and killed three of me. You are also a character. I will personally send you on your way!"

Zhu Gaoxu wiped the blood on the knife with his cloak, came to Mu Hai, and slowly raised the knife.

Mu Hai couldn't speak anymore, he looked at the treasured knife that was held up high, shining coldly under the sunlight, with a relieved smile on his face.

"puff!"

A cold light flashed, and the head flew up.

The Daming that was once forced in history, and the Wala clan that almost moved south, were completely destroyed at this moment.

That's right, the real destruction.

The Oirats have already taken away ninety-nine percent of the men in the tribe for revenge.

There is no shelter for men on the grasslands, and those women and children are just the food of other races.

"Check all places and don't let any one go."

Zhu Gaoxu picked up Mu Hai's head, gave an order, and strode towards the old man at the foot of the mountain with a happy face.

"Father, look, this guy should be Mu Hai."

Seeing that Zhu Gaoxu's hands were dirty like nobody's, with his scalp clinging to the bones of his head, the old man didn't have a trace of joy on his face, but rather lonely.

Another old opponent was wiped out, and there was no one to speak from now on.

After staring at the head for a while, the old man waved his hand.

"They are a group of men, let's bury them generously!"

After finishing speaking, he turned the horse's head and walked lonely to the camp.

Seeing the old man leaving after the curtain ended, Zhu Gaoxu looked at the head in his hand, and scratched his head puzzled.

"Old man, what's going on with the old man? Why doesn't he look happy after killing a serious problem?"

Zhu Gaosui, who was preparing to go back with the old man, glanced at Zhu Gaoxu speechlessly.

"You ask me, I'll ask who. I don't know why the old man is unhappy, maybe he's worried about that brat in the north!"

I heard that the third child mentioned Zhu Zhangui who resisted the main army of Alutai in the north.

A smirk appeared on the corner of Zhu Gaoxu's mouth, he looked around and got close to Zhu Gaosui.

"You said that little bastard, would the whole army have been defeated and died in battle?"

"I heard that there is a feeling between relatives, the old man looks like this, did he feel something!"

The corner of Zhu Gaosui's mouth twitched.

What a fucking nonsense, this second child must be crazy about his eldest nephew.

"Don't talk nonsense, if the master finds out, he will definitely beat you up. Besides, if there is any kind of psychological induction, why don't we two feel it? We are a family."

Zhu Gaoxu grinned.

"Yes, I have been inexplicably happy these two days. Do you think this is telepathy, or God is foretelling what happened to me!"

Zhu Gaosui: ...

Staring at Zhu Gaoxu for a long time, Zhu Gaosui didn't know what to say for a while, and finally gave a thumbs up, looking like you are a cow, turned and left.

The old man who rode back to the camp looked back and saw a mountain in the Wanli Plain.

"Old friends are withering one after another, like leaves falling in the wind!"

"Hey, another old friend has left, and I don't think it will be long for the rest of my time!"

The old man has lived in struggle all his life, and every enemy is his goal.

When the elder brother was alive, he aspired to be a famous and famous vassal king, and assist the elder brother Zuo to make a great cause.

As a result, the eldest brother left.

Then, he tried his best to express himself, wanting that stubborn old man to see him, understand that he still has such a brave and wise son.

As a result, the old man didn't look at him at all as if he was blind, and kept staring at his grandson.

Then the old man left.

After the old man left, although the old man felt a little dissatisfied, but the ending was settled, he thought about living his own life, and forgetting to live this life.

But I didn't expect that little bastard Jianwen to want to cut down the feudal clan and even kill him.

The old man couldn't stand it anymore.

It's all right for you to snatch my throne, and you want to cut my rights and kill my family, isn't it a bit too much?

So the old man regarded Jianwen as his opponent, and after several years of obsession, eating pig food for several years, he kicked that little bastard down.

But later, the little bastard didn't know where his luck came from, and he escaped, which has always been his heart disease.

This heart disease was not resolved until a few years ago.

After solving Jianwen's little bastard, the old man just wanted to have a peaceful life for a few days, and the grass barbarians in the north jumped up again.

The old man, who was worried about his goal, happily led his soldiers to the north.

The first time, the result was mediocre. It was said to be a war, but in fact it was just a stroll on the grassland.

The second time, with the help of his grandson, he beat the grassland severely and killed his opponent Mahamu.

When Mahamu died, the old man was very happy and felt like sweeping the world.

After returning to the teacher, his grandson set a new goal for him, to conquer the world and become the greatest emperor in China since then.

Not just the great emperor.

The old man even imagined in his heart that after Di Xin, the new generation of emperor of the human race.

It's a pity that Daming's national power was consumed too hard in the early stage, and now he doesn't dare to toss it at all. The old man is afraid that the toss will be too hard, so he will lose Daming.

So this goal may be accomplished by his grandson or even his great-grandson.

As for his son Zhu Pangpang?

Well, the old man thinks that the task of fighting for world hegemony should not be given to this fat son.

Leaving aside his son's character, his body alone probably won't be able to support the busy work of fighting for world hegemony.

The fight here may not have started yet, but the son is exhausted on the other side.

What will the troops outside do then?

Whether to return to the funeral or continue to fight, these are difficult choices.

So the old man entrusted his grandson Zhu Zhangui and his great-grandson Zhu Qirui with the task of dominating the whole world.

After returning from overseas, the old man gradually found that his body was getting worse and worse than before.

This winter's northern expedition made him feel even more fatigued.

Along with the emptiness of the body, the old man also changed a little psychologically.

In the past, when a serious problem was eliminated, the old man would happily drink a few bowls of wine and sing loudly to celebrate.

But this time, the confidant of Wala was eliminated, and the old man didn't have any joy, but was a little lonely.

The death of opponents one by one made the old man feel like he was stepping into the palace of the King of Hades step by step.

Back in the tent, looking at the huge map hanging in the center, the old man clenched his fists.

"I'm running out of time, time to speed up the process!"

On the second day, the Ming army did not celebrate the victory, and the soldiers marched directly into the grassland in two groups.

Led by Zhu Gaosui, they headed straight to the Wana camp found by the Moon Shadow Guard.

The other main army, under the leadership of the old man, went straight to the Yinma River.

A few days ago, the old man received a letter from Zhu Zhangui.

The two sides are still confronting each other at the border, and the Western Regions Corps has been wiped out because of the battalion roar.

The strength of Alu's troops is less than 1/3 of the peak period, and they are currently hiding in a mountainous area, and they don't know why.

As for what Alutai thought, the old man already had a guess in his heart.

It was nothing more than seeing that the general situation was over, and wanted to use the strength in my hand to negotiate with him.

"Humph!"

The old man snorted coldly.

"Alutai, Arutai, if it was 10 or even 5 years ago, I might have agreed to talk to you, but now I am old and don't have so much time. I have to give My grandson wiped out the surrounding wolves!"

At the same time, the old man added something in his heart.

By the way, he became the emperor with the largest territory in the history of the Han people.

By the way, let's see if he can become a new generation of Emperor.

Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Nine are Extremes, this is one less, I, Zhu Di, is actually quite suitable.

Chapter 238: Ancestor: Don't think too much about it for future generations, we fought the Western Regions for the sake of raisins.

Yongle 16 years early in May.

After two months of marching, the old man finally arrived at the Choibalsan area.

When he arrived at the place, the brutal battlefield he expected did not appear, but was somewhat peaceful.

The place where the two armies confront each other is a diagonal mountain area.

The Tatar troops of the Ming army were each stationed on a mountain, looking at each other.

In the middle is a wide open field covered with lush green grass, and colorful butterflies shuttle back and forth among the grass and flowers, dancing gracefully.

The mountain on the right side of the clearing no longer has the shape of the mountain.

It was covered with various defensive measures and trenches, and a Ming soldier still wearing winter clothes was standing guard with a gun on his back, looking at the opposite side vigilantly.

The same is true for the mountains occupied by the Tatars on the opposite side, but it is different from the opposite side.