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

Perhaps Daming is now capable of producing aircraft, and the price given by the supermarket is not expensive, 30 taels per aircraft, but there is no warranty, and if it breaks, the craftsman camp or the Ministry of Aerospace Engineering will have to fiddle with it.

At the beginning, Zhu Zhangui didn't think about letting the flying brigade join the battle. The reason is as he said, the performance of the aircraft equipped by the flying brigade is too backward. It is completely meaningless to use it as a training aircraft. .

But when this fighter was pulled out, he felt that it was time for the Ming Air Force to show his muscles to the world.

The imperial court had no money, and they needed a lot of money to fight the war. If they wanted the imperial court to pay for the plane, they were forcing Xia Yuanji to commit suicide.

So Zhu Zhangui gritted his teeth and stomped his feet for the last time, took out his own pocket, took out 1500 million taels, and bought 50 fighter jets for the Air Force.

"Okay, great, that's exactly what we need."

Gao Hang caressed the fighter jet, and after listening to Zhu Zhangui's introduction of the aircraft's performance, his face flushed with excitement.

If the prince wasn't still here, he would jump on it without hesitation and drive the plane into the sky.

"How much equipment can your Highness give us?"

After touching the plane with excitement for a long time, Gao Hang calmed down and looked at Zhu Zhangui nervously.

This plane is indeed very good, but if there are not many, and there is only this one, then it is completely meaningless.

Zhu Zhangui smiled slightly and held out a palm.

Looking at Zhu Zhangui's five fingers stretched out in front of him, Gao Hang was a little disappointed.

"There are only five. Although it is a little small, it is barely acceptable."

"Snapped!"

Zhu Zhangui raised his hand angrily, and patted the guy on the forehead.

"You look down on Gu so much, I spent so much time to give you 5 rounds, you can accept it, I can't afford to lose that face!"

Gao Hang, who was slightly disappointed in his heart, became excited again, and asked with a trembling tone, "Could it be 500?"

"Snapped!"

Zhu Zhangui slapped again angrily, "Do you have that many people, and even though I'm a prince, I'm not the bastard of the wishing pool, just 50!"

"Let me tell you, I will deliver the plane to you within two days. You have to train me well. If you can't show me your power on the battlefield, you, the flight captain, don't do it. You will be honest for the rest of your life." Let's wash the toilet at the airport."

"Yes!"

When he heard that there were 50 planes and they were about to go to the battlefield, Gao Hang excitedly stood at attention and saluted loudly.

Chapter 373: Start the War!

In the end, Zhu Pangpang did not offend the old man, and handed over the command of this battle to the old man.

The reason why he chose to compromise was because he was so tormented that he couldn't help it.

This is not the old man's torment, the old man just didn't eat, and lay there looking like he was waiting to die.

The ones who really struggled were Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu and Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui.

When the two brothers learned that their father and elder brother were angry and hadn't eaten for a day, they were anxious at that time, and brought a lot of relatives with them aggressively, blocking the door of Zhu Pangpang's study.

Zhu Gaoxu, the King of Han, unable to move his whole body, was lying on a stretcher carried by several relatives, and yelled loudly at the Shang study.

He said that if Zhu Pangpang wanted to starve the old man to death, he had to kill the two brothers first, and they couldn't see the old man suffer this crime.

Zhu Pangpang, who was really tossed and helpless, finally had no choice but to compromise.

However, there are three chapters in the agreement, the old man is not allowed to go to the front line, the old man is not allowed to stay up late, and the old man is not allowed to go to dangerous places.

Regarding this, the old man nodded repeatedly while nibbling on a big steamed bun.

As long as he can go to the front line and command the battle, not to mention three chapters of the contract, there will be no problem with 10 or 8 more.

The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival.

When the people of Ming Dynasty celebrated the Double Ninth Festival, a group of soldiers and horses left Beiping City and drove to the Ministry of Space and Space.

More than 20 airships are quietly docking here, waiting to transport important guests.

"Father, don't forget our agreement."

Zhu Pangpang, who was worried, couldn't help telling him again.

Wearing a coarse cloth, the old man in good spirits nodded repeatedly.

"All right, all right, I see, isn't there a kid and the second and third child here, don't you worry about them, and I don't worry about them?"

Zhu Pangpang glanced at Zhu Gaosui with an excited face beside him, and Zhu Gaoxu who was lying on a stretcher and whispering to Zhu Zhanji next to him.

In addition to Zhu Zhangui, the old man took his two sons and another grandson with him on this trip.

In the words of the old man, this is the last battle I will fight. If the second child can't move and is bored at home, take him out to relax. The third child can help me. The second son happens to know Ah San well. Regional terrain, everything I bring with me is useful.

In addition, in this way, even if something happens to me, you can rest assured that there are brats watching them.

Looking at the three uncles and nephews who were chatting cheerfully and quietly, Zhu Pangpang felt uneasy no matter what.

Compared with the three uncles and nephews, he felt that the old man was more reliable.

But that's the only way to go. I hope that the five grandparents will go out for a stroll, and nothing will happen.

"Grandpa, Dad, the airship is ready!"

While the father and father were chattering, Zhu Zhangui, who was inspecting the airship, and Gao Hang, who planned to personally escort him this time, reported to the old man that it was time to set off.

"Okay, boss, you can go back and do your work. Send me a telegram if you have anything to do, and I will often report to my family that I am safe."

The old man, whose heart had already flown to the third army, heard that the airship unit was ready, waved at Zhu Pangpang, and called the guards around him to carry Zhu Gaoxu, and let the third son and Zhu Zhanji support him, talking and saying Smiling, he headed for the airship transportation compartment.

"Stinky boy, keep an eye on your grandpa. If anything happens, see if I come back and beat you to death!"

I can't help it, Zhu Pangpang can only threaten his son.

"Don't worry dad, I know what's going on."

Zhu Zhangui replied with a smile.

Looking at his son's mature face, Zhu Pangpang paused for a moment, and said softly: "You should also pay attention to safety, I have everything in the house, if you encounter any problems, don't think about it by yourself, it is also convenient to have a radio station now , let me know at any time, and I will help you figure it out together."

Looking at his father's serious fat face, Zhu Zhangui nodded vigorously, and hugged his father.

"You should also take care of your health, don't get tired, I still count on you to show me my house for a few more years, so I can go out and play!"

"Hehe, you brat, you only count on your father to work for you, okay, I understand, take good care of your grandpa!"

The two father and son exhorted each other a few words, Zhu Zhangui took a few steps back, and raised his hand to salute his father, His Majesty the Ming Emperor.

Zhu Pangpang also restrained his smile and nodded in response.

"Your elder brother has matured a lot, and he is not as escaped as before."

The old man, who had already entered the cockpit, saw the farewell scene of the father and son through the window, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Back then, he had only a little gray hair, and this kid was still a mischievous brat.

But more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, that brat who used to be mischievous and troublesome is now mature and stable, has his own family, has his own children, and understands his responsibilities and goals better.

Zhu Zhanji on the side nodded with a smile, "Brother, he is indeed better than me!"

Hearing this, the old man turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing that Zhu Zhanji's eyes were sincere and without any other meaning, he reached out and patted Zhu Zhanji's shoulder.

"Actually, you are also very good, but you have a little less long-term goals and a strategic vision of the whole world than your elder brother."

"If you didn't have your big brother, you would still be a wise king, and your name would be passed down through the ages."

Zhu Zhanji smiled and shook his head, "Grandpa, I still know how much I own. If our Daming didn't have a big brother, we might still be at war with Mahamu."

Hearing the words, the old man chuckled, looked at Zhu Zhangui who had said goodbye to Zhu Pangpang, turned around and came to the airship, and murmured softly: "Yeah, maybe without him, I'm gone at this time, and Daming might be gone again." It's caught in a storm."

To be called an emperor through the ages, the top ten emperors in history, the old man's mind is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The clues that Zhu Zhangui reveals in his daily life cannot be concealed from his eyes at all.

For example, the cub's familiarity with those new gadgets, as well as his cognition and understanding of the whole world, is completely unlike a newcomer.

What touched his heart even more was that after the military meeting that day, the brat somehow wanted to hold a family banquet for his health.

At that moment, the old man was very sure in his heart that [-]% of what this brat said back then was a lie to him.

What this little boy has experienced is by no means as simple as what he said. It is very likely that this little boy knows many unknown secrets, including the future fate of Daming, as well as his life and death.

The old man was very fortunate in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't hesitate to choose Zhu Zhanji at the beginning, but chose this little boy who made him afraid in his heart.

If he had hesitated at the beginning, or made the wrong choice, it is not certain that the current Ming Dynasty would not have the glory it is now, and it may have fallen into civil strife, or even divided the country into two halves, and the two brothers fought for the throne. It's up to you.

23 airships, escorted by 10 fighter jets, slowly descended into the sky as Zhu Pangpang waved goodbye and flew towards the distant Asan Province.

On September 4, the fourth year of Hongxi, in the huge square in front of Tianci Pass in Ahsan Province.

The Asan Provincial Corps, composed of 10 legions, lined up neatly on the square.

A soldier raised his chest and looked up at the gate tower on the pass, waiting for the arrival of the Supreme Emperor, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and other important figures.

After nearly a month, the legions have all made preparations for combat.

To be precise, a few years ago, the Ah San Provincial Corps was preparing for this big battle.

The one-month period when the imperial court issued the notice was only for the upper-level commanders to formulate a battle plan and choose a battle route.

"The emperor is coming!"

A loudspeaker rang out from the horn tied to the tower.

"boom!"

All the soldiers stood at attention neatly, and the 10 people stamped their feet neatly, as if a small earthquake had occurred, causing the ground to shake slightly.

"Da Ming, Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!"

The neat cheers pierced the sky, and under the gaze of countless eyes, the old man in full body clothes led a group of people to the top of the tower, and waved to the soldiers below.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The old man's gesture of waving made the cheers of the soldiers below a little louder.

Hearing the deafening cheers and feeling the fighting spirit that broke through the sky, the blood in the old man's heart boiled again, making him return to his youthful state.

As the cheers stopped, the old man pressed the sword in his waist, came to the microphone, and looked at the legion below with burning eyes.

"It's been nearly a hundred years. It took nearly a hundred years for our Ming soldiers to grow from the Red Scarf Army to an army of millions!"

"In the past hundred years, we have conquered the grassland, subdued the sea, flattened the plateau, and destroyed the jungle!"

"In the past hundred years, we have won and lost, we have died, we have been injured, and we have been disabled. But our Ming soldiers are still not afraid of everything, conquering every difficulty, defeating every enemy, and opening up thousands of miles for our Ming people. His descendants have made peace for hundreds of years."

"I know that you are very tired and working hard, and you really want to let go of everything and have a good rest. Why didn't I ever think of this?"

"I have thought more than once, if one day the war is over and our descendants are no longer threatened by the enemy, I will gather you old brothers together, have a good time, have a good time, drink him for three days Three nights."

"However, there is no eternal peace in this world. If we want our family to be healthy and our children and grandchildren to live a peaceful life without being disturbed by the enemy, we need a group of people to go to the front line and fight hard against the rain of swords and arrows."

"The prince once said a word to me, and I was very touched."

"There is no such thing as quiet time, and there is no such thing as peace and prosperity. It's just that some people silently bear unknown hardships and sacrifices, guarding their wives, children, old and young children, and guarding all people in this world."

"And these people are you, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, the warriors of the Ming Dynasty, and the heroes of the Ming Dynasty!"

The old man's praise made the soldiers who heard it puff up their chests and proud smiles appeared on their faces.

"Actually, I know that many people have a doubt in their hearts. Why do we have to go to this place not far away to start a war with other races after the domestic war is over."

"Daming is already healthy, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. The people of the world should be allowed to rest well. Why continue to waste people's fat and blood to start wars."

No one said anything, just looked at the tower silently.

The old man is right, many people have indeed had such thoughts.

Looking at the soldiers lined up neatly below, the old man smiled.

"Actually, I didn't want to fight at the beginning. I even retreated to the second line in order to let the people have a good rest. I handed over the world to the benevolent prince. I want him to manage the world well and let the people have a good rest. "

"But just as we were recuperating in peace of mind, recovering from the wounds of years of war, and I was preparing to retire in the palace to die, the enemy came again."

"They are greedy for the land we have laid down with our blood and lives, and they are greedy for the thousands of miles of land we have worked so hard to lay down for our descendants."

"And their first goal is the Asan province that you are guarding."

"This is a holy place for food production. Our Daming's food is so cheap now, and every family can have enough food. It depends on this land."

"Now there are enemies who want to take away our rice bowls and food, make our wives and children hungry again, and return to the hard life before."