I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 237 Three Sovereigns and Five Sovereigns, Nine are Extreme Numbers, and the position of Human 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 the irrigation of last year's blood, 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 its budding stamens, 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 very blurred.

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!"

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 eldest brother was alive, he aspired to be a famous and famous vassal king, and assist the eldest brother 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 himself, 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.

(End of this chapter)