Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 151 Why is the pony gone?
In the vast deserts, nomads often live by water and grass, keep cattle and sheep, and raise horses. The men are more good at horseback riding and hunting. In the years when the water and grass are abundant, they can live and work in peace and contentment. Let's take a look at the people who are responsible for farming in the south of the grassland.

Later, when the people in the south built the Great Wall, they had a man-made moat, an insurmountable obstacle.

Later, there were the arrogant sons of heaven who unified the desert steppe. They went south, west, and east, conquered large tracts of land, crossed the Great Wall, and occupied the Central Plains.

But there was only that one, and then it fell apart, and there was another man who had a broken start. With the destiny, he came from the south, knocked down most of their capital, and drove them back to the grasslands.

They have the son of the emperor, as well as the Han people in the south. Their glory is gone. Now the emperor of the Han people has personally led troops to attack the desert many times, and hit the land where they have been cattle and sheep for generations.

They believe in violence, the strong are respected, they used to be above the Han people, but now they have become the weaker side.

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

Today's dusk, red light fills the desert, the lone eagle soars in the sky, and the hawk's chirping sounds like a wailing sound. In the red light of the setting sun, a team of mighty cavalry rides on red light horses, holding flags. Hunting in the wind, the bottom of the mighty black dragon has the character "Ming" written on it.

The leading young man rode his horse and whipped his whip, clad in iron armor, pitch black shrouded in the blood red of the setting sun, even more powerful, his eyes were like falcons, and he drew his sword fore fingers, and the sound of horse hooves was busy.

"kill!!!"

Daming's pioneer iron hoof has arrived.

Zhu Zhanji led the elite iron cavalry, and the light cavalry rushed forward. Mahamu's subordinates never imagined how the cavalry of the Ming army could penetrate into the hinterland of the grassland in just over a month.

The prairie people, who were unprepared for a while, had no power to fight back in the face of Daming's cavalry charge.

The grenade arrived first, the explosion sounded, and the blown up horses panicked, and it was difficult to even mount a horse to fight.

A cavalryman saw a granary not far away and set it on fire.

Use the prairie people's method to deal with the prairie people. They will run away after a wave of surprise attacks. When the cavalry of the prairie people is about to chase, they have already run a long distance. Don't dare to chase.

After running for a distance and seeing no pursuers, Zhu Zhanji's department stopped the horse.

"His Royal Highness, looking at its scale, is indeed under the command of Mahamu. They have a large number and a lot of materials, and it is difficult to transfer them in a short period of time."

"Send another person to inform Your Majesty that it is Mahamu's. Please come quickly."

This time to find Mahamu's base camp, as long as the army is overwhelmed, it can be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Zhu Zhanji is full of confidence. As long as the Mahamud is defeated, there will be less hidden dangers in the north of the Ming Dynasty.

They have been observing Mahamud from the side, but strangely, after being harassed by them once, the other party did not escape from here, nor did they lead the army to fight against them.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and Zhu Zhanji didn't dare to rush in, waiting for the reply from the army.

Three days later, the messenger returned, but no reinforcements followed.

Zhu Zhanji frowned: "what's the matter?"

"Your Highness, see for yourself."

Zhu Zhanji opened the secret letter, and his face was full of shock after reading it: "Mahamu surrendered?"

Just as he was advancing with light cavalry to look for Mahamud, the Mahamud sent messengers to the Daming army to surrender.

Also, a generation of prairie heroes, Mahamu died.

It was written in detail in the letter. It turned out that during the severe cold last winter, at the beginning of this year, there was a conflict between Waramahamu and Arutai. The two sides refused to give in to each other, which eventually led to war. , the loss of tile is not small.

Now the Daming army is advancing into Mobei, and after several small-scale battles, Oara knows that he is defeated.

At present, the army's heart is sluggish, and the internal stability is unstable, and Oara has completely lost the will to fight.

Mahamu's son Tuohuan still has no ability to hold a firm position. Whether it is for power or for his life, he finally sent someone to ask Zhu Di to surrender.

As for Zhu Di, after weighing it up, he agreed to his request to surrender. Now he is sending a letter to ask Zhu Zhanji not to continue the attack and return to the same path.

"Why did Mahamu die?" Zhu Zhanji threw the envelope to the ground angrily and sighed.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty asked you to go back first, let's go first."

"Hey." Zhu Zhanji was a little indignant, looking at the location of the Mahamubu where the smoke from the cooking could be seen not far away, he shook his head helplessly: "The sky will not kill you."

"Drive, go."

The helpless Zhu Zhanji had to go back. If they disobeyed their group, they would not be able to defeat such a large Mahamud, and they would make Zhu Di unhappy.

Zhu Zhanji guessed that Zhu Xi agreed to the surrender of the other party, and the surrounding area, Zhu Xi would not refuse anyone who surrendered, even if he knew that they might continue to rebel later.

There is confusion and anger in my heart.

Zhu Zhanji, who hurried back to the central army tent in the starry night, went to find Zhu Di without taking a rest.

He opened the curtain, walked quickly into the tent, and gave a military salute to Zhu Di, who had retired from his military uniform and wore light clothes: "Your Majesty, the vanguard Zhu Zhanji greets you."

Zhu Xi was stunned, turned to laugh, looked at Zhu Gaojiu and the others next to him, walked to Zhu Zhanji, supported his shoulders and pulled him to stand up.

"My eldest grandson is back, let me take a look. He doesn't seem to be very happy. He didn't even call Grandpa Huang, but called His Majesty."

Everyone could see that Zhu Zhanji's face was full of resentment.

"Grandpa, why..."

Zhu Di turned around and waved his hand: "I know what you want to say. You dashed lightly and found Mahamu's lair. If you break this feat in one fell swoop, it would be better than Huo Qubing. I don't understand why I accepted their invitation to surrender."

Zhu Di had guessed everything he thought, and Zhu Zhanji could only be angry but didn't speak.

"My eldest grandson, I have the courage to lead the army in the past. I have courage and strategy. I came back in such a short time. I'm afraid I haven't slept. Go down to wash and rest first."

"Grandpa Emperor..."

"go Go."

Zhu Zhanji was arranged without saying anything. He was still angry, but he couldn't help it. After washing, he slept from morning to evening with anger.

When he opened his eyes in the evening, he saw Zhu Di sitting beside his bed, and was about to get up in a hurry.

"Grandpa Emperor..."

Zhu Di put his hand on his shoulder and said lovingly, "Let's lie down first, your lieutenant told me that you injured your leg in the charge this time, so take a good rest."

"Grandpa, I'm fine, I can still fight."

"Nonsense, look at you fell asleep without taking off your armor. Don't panic. You've been too tired recently. After you're exhausted, your father will trouble your grandfather."

Zhu Zhanji insisted on sitting up and changed his clothes immediately.

"You, you, you are really just like I was back then, with an unwillingness to admit defeat and do the best in everything. Now that you are dressed, let's ride a horse with me."

Outside the military tent, the soldiers brought two horses, and the two turned on their horses, and Zhu Di galloped away with a vigorous "drive".

Zhu Zhanji followed, and the grandfather and grandson rode to the edge of a river. It was sunset time, and the dusk of the grassland was always extraordinarily beautiful.

Zhu Di immediately sighed with emotion: "Zhanji, you are puzzled because I accepted the surrender of the remnants of Mahamud, maybe even a little angry."

"Grandson dare not."

"Haha, it's not as good as before, but when you're older, you have all the etiquette. Have you ever wondered why I agreed to their invitation instead of killing them."

"Please express the emperor's grandfather."

Zhu Di pointed at the setting sun on the horizon and the vast prairie: "Do you know how vast this desert is, it is boundless and boundless, it is bitter and cold in winter, it is prosperous in spring, and it cannot remove all the weeds on the prairie. Just as the people on the grasslands cannot be killed, the wildfires burn for days and nights, and when the spring breeze blows, it becomes lush again.”

Zhu Di, who has dealt with the prairie people for so many years, knows very well that after killing a group of prairie people, he will not know where a new batch will appear in ten years. this grassland.

Zhu Zhanji was indignant: "Did you just let the remnants of Mahamu go?"

"On the way here, you are in front, your second uncle, and other men and horses also encountered a lot of Mahamu's remnants, and they killed more than [-] enemies, and last year's battle between Mahamu and Arutai was counted. , there were casualties on both sides, and those who left the tribe, only three or four of the original Mahamu remnants remained, and they should not be able to turn the tide in a short time."

"At that time, Taizu conquered the capital of the Yuan Dynasty from south to north, and Lanyu even killed it to the sea of ​​fishing. However, in the end, this grassland was returned to the grassland people. The prairie people are fighting for this bitter cold land, and this place will not be the land of Daming for the time being."

"But..." Zhu Zhanji hesitated.

"I know you are angry, you are angry not that you didn't kill the enemy, but that you didn't take down the world-defining military merit, but Zhanji, you are the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty, not the vanguard army. Killing the enemy's head is a military merit, and it will be saved for future generations. A peaceful and prosperous age is the work of the king."

Zhu Xi said that for this sake, Zhu Zhanji naturally couldn't refute: "Grandpa Huang, it's the grandson who is reckless."

"My idea for the grassland is to fight until they are afraid. I, Daming, have an incomparable advantage in the grasslands, our culture, our high city, and our weapons."

"As long as Daming is always stronger than them, as long as they maintain their internal struggles, the troubles on the grasslands, looking at the serious troubles, can no longer pose a threat to our Daming, as long as my children and grandchildren are not extremely stupid, the grassland people will never think about it again. into the Central Plains."

Zhu Di couldn't even imagine that he had created such a prosperous age, and how stupid the descendants would be to lose to this group of people on the grassland.

"But grandpa, you still have to be vigilant. What if Genghis Khan and the others come out of the grassland?"

Zhu Di exhaled, looked at the vast grassland, and smiled slightly: "No, there will never be Genghis Khan again on this grassland."

"Why is this?"

"Since Genghis Khan, everyone in the grassland has wanted to be the proud son of the day, and they all want to be Jishan. We don't have a little Temujin in our military prison."

"Everyone wants to be Genghis Khan, but everyone can't be Genghis Khan."

Zhu Zhanji nodded and understood what Zhu Di meant. If everyone in Daming wanted to be an emperor, it would be all messed up, but if anyone with a little talent would pull a group of people from Lishan, there would be no farming. , no one is sang weaving.

Zhu Di did not want to wipe out the Mahamud tribe, and according to his character, others asked to pay tribute and honored him as the Son of Heaven.

"Zhanji, we are maintaining the battle in the grasslands, just like the battle between the Mahamu and Alutai divisions. This time our loss is very small, which is a pleasant surprise. As long as they are still fighting, the hidden danger to Daming will be small. , instead, be careful of those shady guys, and also trade with the grasslands, but only give some food in exchange for their horses."

"Grandson understands."

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Inside Yingtian House
Zhu Zhanchang held the battle report and exclaimed: "What, Mahamu is dead?"

In the battle report from the front line, it was written that Mahamu was dead, and the remnants of the original Mahamu asked to surrender. The son of Mahamu, Choros Tuohuan, swore an oath to pay tribute to Daming and requested to inherit King Shunning, but Zhu Di did not agree to him. ask.

Zhu Gaochi was overjoyed, the long-prepared war did not happen, and the damage to the Ming army was small, and the loss of financial resources was also small, which was what he was happy to see.

Zhu Zhanchang was unhappy: "Why is the pony gone?"

"What are you muttering to yourself?"

"My son just thinks it's strange, why didn't Grandpa Huang kill them all at once."

"Your grandfather naturally has his own considerations."

"Oh, what a pity."

"Why did you think about destroying your whole family at such a young age? I have never seen you so aggressive before."

Naturally, Zhu Zhanchang couldn't say that it was because he knew that in the future, Mahamu's grandson, [Yixian], would capture Mingbaozong in the battle of Tumubao, so he couldn't reveal that he was a transmigrator.

"Son is wrong, father, the emperor and the others should be back soon."

"Let's sort out the military affairs of Shuntian, and I will be returning to the DPRK in a few days, so I have to prepare to meet the Holy Chariot."

Zhu Zhanzhen must be rushing to do this work. He just came back from Jiangxi and said at this time: "Father, let's meet the holy car and hand it over to the son. The son and the Ministry of Rites will do things beautifully."

Zhu Gaochi glanced at his two sons, and after weighing them, he said, "I'll leave it to you to do it. If you don't do well, you will be punished."

"Don't worry, father."

Why do you leave it to him? He is quick-tempered and overjoyed. He can always make a little mistake for you. According to Zhu Gaochi's experience, you must make a little mistake at this time and let Zhu Xi grab the handle and scold you.

If not, your crown prince has done a great job in supervising the country, and I am useless as an emperor, and such words will come out of Zhu Di's mouth.

It's not a big deal, but if you make a small mistake and let Zhu Di catch his breath, it'll be fine, and you'll be scolded and left out for a while.

Zhu Gaochi has a good understanding of Zhu Di's character. After all, he has been working for Zhu Di for so many years. Zhu Di is the chairman, he is the CEO, and everything has to be followed.

(End of this chapter)