Daming prepares the emperor

The battle flag fluttered in the air, fluttering along the direction of the wind, with a big red character embroidered on it.

Zhu Biao stood at the bow of the ship, trying to find the best location for the fleet to park. If possible, he wanted to analyze and analyze the deployment of the battle situation.

At this time he was on a medium-sized warship.This warship kept a very close distance next to Xu Da's main ship.

Comrade Zhu's place was very inconvenient for people to come and go, the paperwork was piled up like a mountain, and a group of elders stayed up day and night, studying the tactics of warfare, saying three sentences, and two sentences contained dirty words.Some still like to smoke some pipes and so on. The smell of cigarettes smells like sweat and their feet are stinky. Not to mention Zhu Biao, even Liu Ji is reluctant to go.

Zhu Yuanzhang observed the environment by himself, and of course he felt that it was not suitable for Zhu Biao to stay. In addition, he and Xu Da said that he would send Zhu Biao to him to see the world, so Zhang Zhong, Zhou Dian, and Liu Bowen were left behind. , Let Zhu Biao take Zhang Ziming to "dedicate" to his General Fengguo.

Xu Da was very happy with Zhu Biao's arrival, but he couldn't entertain him all the time. He was very busy now, and only when the war officially started could he find a way to teach Zhu Biao a lot of knowledge.

The weather today was fine and cloudless, Zhu Biao looked into the distance, and saw flat fields all around, sparkling waves on the lake, shining tiny spots of light, as if there would never be an end.

The scenery is really indescribably magnificent.

Poyang Lake covers a very large area. People who have not traveled far will immediately feel "this is the sea" when they come here. After Jiaolong entered the main lake, it often called the wind and rain, which caused the lake to expand a lot, and even encroached on many fields. .

The water color meets the sky, presenting a light green color, opaque but not turbid, like a dark emerald, the blue waves rise lightly, and the ripples slowly sway, the summer wind becomes cool here, making people feel refreshed. Exceptionally comfortable.

Farther away, where ordinary people can't see, but Zhu Biao can see, there are countless masts and sails, densely packed like the roofs of the market and the tops of trees in the forest. One piece, it seems that the heavenly soldiers are descending, mighty and extraordinary.

He looked at the boat on his side again.

Putting aside the problem of strong luck observed, the ships on my side are indeed not enough and not big enough. The best ships were even confiscated from Chen Youliang in the Battle of Longwan. After all, they still cannot keep up with the enemy in terms of hardware.

But the morale is available, the military spirit is available, and there are strong generals like Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, so there is nothing to worry about.

Zhu Biao is not clear about how this battle was recorded in history.Of course there is no need to talk about the changes brought about by the cliché butterfly effect and the myth of ghosts. Zhu Biao can only vaguely remember one thing.

The decisive battle of Poyang Lake seems to be the prototype of the battle of burning Chibi in Luo Guanzhong's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".Luo Guanzhong seems to have been a counselor with Zhang Shicheng, and then he left feeling dissatisfied, and he doesn't know if he is still in Suzhou.

This incident is quite dreamlike. At that time, Li Shanchang was chatting with Liu Bowen, and Zhu Biao happened to be eating fruit next to him, so he just listened to the news.They said that Kang Maocai was defeated by Zhang Shicheng because a counselor named Luo Guanzhong gave him an idea.

Zhu Biao almost bit his tongue, and asked a few more questions to make sure that he was not mistaken.For a person like him who lacks historical knowledge, it is quite difficult to accept that an author who is well-known in his impression but does not know him is actually engaged in politics.

Later, he learned that Shi Naian, who wrote "Water Margin", was also in Suzhou and assisted Zhang Shicheng, but he left because of dissatisfaction, and his apprentice was Luo Guanzhong.

At this time, Zhu Biao had already calmed down, and decided not to be surprised by historical figures.After all, if Song Lian writes "Send Dongyang Horse to Shengxu" in the future, he will definitely get the first manuscript, and he will definitely be the first to memorize it. Compared with it, the others seem to be nothing.

Instead, we can dissuade Comrade Zhu from persecuting novelist talents in the future, and give him some preferential treatment to promote the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty literary world.

If it is convenient, it would be even better to collect some manuscripts.If the update is slow, you can call into the palace to watch him write, follow up the update at the first time, remind you at the first time, reward you at the first time, and print a few copies after finishing the book to pass the time.

I believe that driven by the royal family's aesthetic trend, even if the literati look down on novel writers, the situation will improve.

This is going too far, the meaning is that Zhu Biao didn't know much about the Battle of Poyang Lake, but he was very familiar with the burning of Chibi.Since it is a prototype, there must be many similarities.

He gave Huo Gong's suggestion to Comrade Zhu early in the morning, and Comrade Zhu discussed it with his staff, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Alas, slaying dragons is his job.

That day, Shiqiao's request was not too much. At first, Zhu Biao thought it wanted his fan, and he was a little nervous. After Zhu Biao came to the throne, he could move it to live in the capital and gain popularity.

These are naturally small requests, and Zhu Biao agreed to them all.

But dragon—where are you?

Zhu Biao glanced under the water and sighed.

Why are you so stingy?Hurry up and have a blast, it's not a waste of everyone's time.

Zhang Ziming, who was drying the sheets beside him, heard the sigh, moved his ears, and asked doubtfully, "Is the young master hungry?"

Zhu Biao quickly shook his head and said, "No, no."

Zhang Ziming is good at everything, but he is too careful and treats himself like a porcelain doll, but the porcelain doll is not too full of mind to eat, drink, sleep and sleep, it is really a headache.

As for Zhang Ziming, he grew up in the countryside when he was a child. Although his family background was not bad, he was not rich enough, so he could barely survive starvation.There is no meat, and there is not enough rice.Half a child eats a poor old man. He is a tall boy. After returning from the field with his father, he drank a bowl of porridge and ate a few wild vegetable dumplings. He was a little full at the moment, and his stomach growled like thunder in the middle of the night.

With his own personal experience, Zhang Ziming's first priority in taking care of Zhu Biao is to eat.

eat!Do more!How could the son be full?It must be embarrassing to say!

Zhu Biao felt that his personality was rather shy. In the first few days when Zhang Ziming came here, he cooked a pot every time. He was embarrassed to say that he even gave it to Master and Zhou Dian, and most of it went into Ju Fei’s stomach. .

It's strange to pity them for a son, a cat demon, and two masters. In order not to disappoint a "little soldier", they all hide and eat.

"Young Master, I want to talk about it when I'm hungry." Zhang Ziming emphasized, took out a mallet from the basin on the ground, and began to beat the hanging bed sheets to eliminate wrinkles.

Bai Xiyao cheerfully gnawed on a white radish that came from the kitchen, watching him kindly while doing housework.

"..." Zhu Biao looked away, jumped off the bow and landed on the deck.

As long as Zhang Ziming is around, there is no need to worry about transitioning from war movies to everyday movies.

He looked in the direction of Xu Da's big boat, there was a crowd of people, and he didn't know what they were preparing for. During this period of time, there was not always a meeting, but as long as there was, it would be as crowded as it is now.

Zhu Biao decided to go over to have a look and join in the fun. After studying for so long, his military level is not bad. Not to mention expressing opinions, it must be more than enough to understand.

A simple small bridge made of wooden boards was built between the two boats. Zhu Biao walked across it and quickly joined the crowd.

He also showed his face in front of those generals in Hongdu and Zhu Yuanzhang's first-class cronies. Most of the people on Xu Da's boat were mid-to-high-ranking naval generals. He had never seen Zhu Biao's appearance. At most, he thought he was some general. The young master, who came here to make military achievements, looked at him with curiosity, bowed his hands politely, and it was over.

It's better to forget about it as soon as possible if these reckless people have any thinking other than charging in their brains.

Among the dark crowd, some were worried, some were full of fighting spirit, some shouted loudly, some were silent, some were running around, and some stood and looked into the distance, buzzing, Like in a heap of flies.

No matter who you are, what you are talking about is the war, and what you worry about is whether you can win or not.Zhu Biao glanced around and took note of their faces, thinking about it after a while to see if there were any outstanding talents.

As he was walking, he suddenly saw a hurried figure from the back. He had seen this figure for ten years and only saw it for the last time a few days ago. He was really very familiar with it.

How could dad come here at such a critical time?Could it be that this is a strange private visit on Weibo?

Zhu Biao followed immediately, wanting to stop Comrade Zhu to ask.Unexpectedly, he actually shuttled through the crowd, nimbly like a monkey swinging on a cliff tree and vines, saw every stitch, and ran away in a short while.

what?

One of Zhu Biao's outstretched hands was stuck in the air, he was bewildered, and his face was full of doubts. Old Comrade Zhu was wearing the clothes of a soldier. Go up and see.

He is now short in stature, unremarkable among the soldiers, and he has practiced light kung fu, so he quickly chased after him, and found that his father was running towards the cabin in the middle of the boat, he was even more puzzled, so he speeded up and wanted to find out after all.

The best warehouse is Xu Da's. The room is quite big, and the lock on the door is a big iron lock, which is very hard to lock. Usually, only when Xu Da comes back to rest, and when someone wants to go in and clean, there will be a special person. open the door.

The familiar figure stopped, took out a key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it rattling.At this time, Zhu Biao finally caught up and stopped behind him. One hand was about to grab the corner of his clothes, but he stopped suddenly.

father……?

This person is wrong.

Although very similar, but he is not Zhu Yuanzhang!

Countless thoughts and plots flashed through Zhu Biao's mind, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead in an instant.

He subconsciously wanted to touch the folding fan, and suddenly remembered that the folding fan had served as the dragon-slaying sword and was hanging under the stone bridge. With a twist of his wrist, he grabbed the dagger tied to his leg.

At this moment, with a creak, the door opened.

The man pulled out the key, unaware of the person standing quietly behind him, lightly placed his hand on the door panel, and was about to push it in.

Zhu Biao's eyes froze, and he resolutely pressed the iron weapon that was shining coldly on his waist and eyes, making sure that the knife would penetrate straight into the internal organs, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? What are you going to do in the general's room?"