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

Chapter 238 Ancestor: Don't think too much about 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.

There are not only Tatar soldiers on it, but also some herdsmen shuttle back and forth.

In the open space on the Tatar side, there are even herdsmen grazing cattle and sheep.

The old man even saw a few Ming soldiers running to the opposite side, gesturing to set prices, and discussing the purchase of cattle and sheep.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was following the old man, wiped his eyes vigorously.

"Why is it different from what I imagined, this kid won't cooperate with the enemy!"

The old man raised his hand and gave him a slap.

"If you cooperate with the enemy, he will not cooperate with the enemy!"

Zhu Gaoxu's heart tightened, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Father, I am the prince of Daming, how could I collaborate with the enemy!"

The old man glanced at Zhu Gaoxu who was laughing dryly, and groaned twice but ignored him.

He knows best whether he has colluded with the enemy or not.

He really thought that Jinyiwei and Yueyingwei in his hands were blind.

This second child is getting more and more presumptuous. It seems that if he is not taught a lesson, this kid will not be able to remember.

"grandfather!"

Several fast horses came galloping in the distance, and Zhu Zhangui was at the front.

The old man nodded, raised his whip and pointed to the valley.

"Little brat, tell me what's going on!"

Zhu Zhangui looked back at the Tatar camp, and spread his hands helplessly.

"That's what you see!"

The old man frowned, and hit Zhu Zhangui with his horsewhip.

"Speak well, don't force me to slap you in front of so many people!"

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

"It's like this..."

Zhu Zhangui got off his horse and took the reins of the old man's horse. While Weiqi explained, he walked towards his own camp.

At the beginning of March, Alutai suddenly sent 3 troops to attack the Ming army's position.

Zhu Zhangui thought this was the beginning of a difficult bloody battle.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he ordered the firing, Arutai withdrew his troops and went back.

After the sentry reported, Zhu Zhangui knew that he had been tricked by Alutai.

Alutai sent troops to fight, not to fight Zhu Zhangui to the death.

Instead, they used the dispatch of troops as a cover to let the herdsmen who rushed over enter the barracks.

In ancient times, it was very time-consuming to go out to battle.

In addition, both sides are defensive, and their eyes are always fixed on each other.

Therefore, during the time when the Tatar camp sent troops, Alutai introduced his herdsmen, including the herdsmen of Wala, into the military camp.

Now there are 10 kilometers behind the opposite mountain, all of which are Tatar camps.

Zhu Zhangui conservatively estimated that there were at least 30 people, men, women and children.

Being tricked by Zhu Zhangui, he must be upset, and wanted to order a few cannonballs to relieve his anger, but the light artillery could not reach the opposite position.

Send troops to fight, it is a waste of military power for no reason.

So this dumb loss can only be eaten, and at the same time, he scolds himself in his heart that his battlefield experience is still too shallow, and compared with these old foxes, he is still too far behind.

After listening to Zhu Zhangui's narration, the old man didn't say anything, but Zhu Gaoxu's eyes widened.

"What, the herdsmen have been taken over, so the third child has made a trip in vain."

Zhu Zhangui looked at the old man suspiciously.

"I sent your third uncle to attack the Oirat camp, but it seems that he is going to miss out."

During the conversation, a group of people came to the camp on Youfang Mountain.

Since the mountain area on the right is small, unlike the vast land occupied by the Tatars on the opposite side, the main force of the Ming army was stationed directly on the mountain.

A group of people came to the command room on the top of the mountain. The old man took the telescope handed over by Zhu Zhangui and observed the situation on the opposite side.

Most of the front of the mountain is the Tatar army, and occasionally a few herdsmen drive their livestock through it.

There are mountains blocking the back of the mountain, and I don't know what the situation is, but according to Zhu Zhangui's report, there should be the herdsman camps of the Tatars and Oirats behind.

"How's the terrain over there? Is there a chance to attack!"

"There is no chance. Alutai stationed the army on the outskirts of the camp, protecting the herdsmen to death."

"Such a big place can't accommodate their livestock!"

"They were all killed and made into fur and jerky, leaving only the breeding sheep and bulls, as well as some dairy sheep and cows that maintain daily dairy food."

"As for food, they probably have no shortage."

"Some time ago, there was non-stop food on the opposite side, which was transported from the grassland. It seems that the other party's race should be from the Western Regions!"

The grandpa and grandson were lying on the observation deck, asking and answering about the situation on the other side.

"People from the Western Regions!"

The old man turned his head and looked at Zhu Zhangui for confirmation.

Zhu Zhangui nodded.

"We have caught a few tongues, and after interrogation, it seems that people from the Western Regions know that our side has pitted all their legions, and they are full of deep hostility towards us!"

"I don't know how they discussed with Alutai. The opposite side is not sending troops over, but has been delivering food some time ago."

"According to our estimation, those grains are enough for Alutai to feed for at least half a year!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhangui is a little ashamed.

"I also thought about sending someone to sneak attack their food delivery team, but I didn't have anyone under my command who was familiar with the grassland environment. Not only did I not succeed when I went out a few times, but I was almost eaten by the other party."

The old man reached out and patted Zhu Zhangui on the head.

"You are still young, it is not easy to know how to fight at sea, learn slowly in grassland warfare!"

Grassland combat is really a deep knowledge, which cannot be learned after one or two battles.

The old man has studied with Xu Da, Lanyu and others for half a lifetime, and only then has he acquired the invincible ability to crawl and roll on the grassland.

In this way, the old man has gone to the north five times in history, and three times he has missed it.

After comforting his grandson, the old man looked at the situation opposite and said.

"After cleaning up Arutai, our grandparents will go to the Western Regions later."

"These mixed-race bastards have been a little drifting in recent years."

"It just so happens that I have been greedy for the Silk Road for a long time, so I took this opportunity to take it directly."

Zhu Zhangui agreed with this move.

When I watched the video in my previous life, didn't I have something to say.

The ancestors did not attack the Western Regions for the raisins.

"Grandpa, I heard that Chen Cheng, a member of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, just came back from the Western Regions the year before last. He should know the Western Regions very well, so I will bring him with me when the time comes."

The old man chuckled, retracted the binoculars, and patted Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder.

"We grandpa and grandson want to go together. When the time comes, let Chen Cheng and Li Da follow and be our guides. Our grandpa and grandson will have a good taste of the customs of the Western Regions!"

"I heard that their raisins and a kind of melon are good, and I must try them when the time comes."

On the opposite hill.

Alutai looked at the main force of the Ming army who was camping opposite, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Zhu Di is finally here. If he doesn't come, he won't be able to cheat the food!"

That's right, it's the food that was cheated.

The food shipped from the Western Regions was all fooled by Alutai with words.

Alutai did not hide from the Western Regions about the destruction of the Western Regions Legion, and explained the situation truthfully.

Although the Western Regions were not happy about this, the reason did lie with their own people, so they could only swallow this bitter fruit.

Later, Alutai sent people to fool around, saying that he was ready to gather the strength of the whole family and fight the Ming army to the death.

It's just that the logistical aspects of doing so could prove to be a huge headache.

The Western Regions are also on the right track.

In order to avenge the destroyed legion and attack Daming's vitality, the guys from the Western Regions discussed it and decided to become fishermen.

Provide food and grass to Alutai, and then sit on the sidelines and watch Daming and Grassland fight to the death.

No matter who is weaker on the two sides, the Western Regions will be the beneficiaries.

The prairie side lost.

The Western Regions decided to use the status of the headman's concubine, the granddaughter of Alutai, to indirectly control the grassland and expand their ruled area.

It would be even better if Daming lost.

They have been coveting this piece of fat in the Central Plains for a long time.

The Han people have dominated the Central Plains for many years, and the prairie people have controlled this area more than once. Now it is the turn of the Western Regions people to dominate.

Even some guys with big brains began to think about what kind of country they should take after occupying the Central Plains.

But after half a year in a row, Alutai only wanted food and didn't sell it.

No matter how stupid the people in the Western Regions are, they don't want to be taken advantage of.

The food supply has been cut off a few days ago, and Alutai is required to launch an attack immediately, otherwise the cooperation between the two will be interrupted.

So far, Alutai has not figured out how to reply to the letter?
Now that the Ming emperor Zhu Di came, this trouble disappeared immediately.

"Mauri boy!"

Seeing the Ming army camping, Alutai stroked his beard and shouted.

The Maoli boy who was accompanying him hurriedly took a step forward.

"Teacher, what are your orders?"

Alutai turned to look at him, took out a letter that had been written long ago from his arms, and handed it to the other party.

"Take this letter and go to the Ming army camp to see Zhu Di."

"After you go, you don't need to say anything, just hand over the letter to them!"

The Maoli boy didn't ask much, took the letter and put it in his arms, turned around and went down the mountain.

"Please see me?"

The old man, who was discussing the attack plan with the generals, looked at Zhu Zhangui with a smile in his eyes.

That meaning is obvious.

See if I guessed right, the old boy Alutai has brought someone over to find out.

Zhu Zhangui smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Let him in!"

The old man returned to the main seat, waited for the generals to stand on both sides, and waved at the soldiers.

Soon, the Maoli boy strode in with the flag of Alutai.

He looked at the two generals who looked at him coldly, and cast a slight glance at the old man.

When he came here, Alutai had already told him not to look directly at the emperor. Such behavior in Daming was a crime of disrespect, so he could only sneak a glance to confirm whether it was Zhu Di.

He had met Zhu Di with Alutai, so he recognized that the old man was indeed sitting on it.

"Maoli boy from Alu Taibu, pay homage to His Majesty the Great Emperor of Ming!"

Apart from trusting him very much, the main reason why Alutai sent Maoli boy over was that this guy is smart and knows how to advance and retreat, and he will not act recklessly when things happen.

If other people who don't understand the rules are sent over, let alone doing business, just a few words can anger the old man, and he will be pulled out and chopped up.

The eyelids of the old man, who was dozing off with his eyes closed, slightly raised his eyelids.

"Why didn't Alutai come? Could it be that he has no face to see me?"

The Mauri boy stroked his chest and bowed his head.

"Back to His Majesty the Great Emperor, my Grand Master recently felt unwell due to the wind and cold. When I heard that His Majesty the Great Emperor is coming, I wanted to come to see him in person, but I was afraid that my physical illness would disturb His Majesty the Great Emperor, so I sent my servants to pay my respects!"

Although he knew it was a lie, the old man nodded slightly, opened his eyes, and sat up.

"Alutai has a heart, go back and greet Alutai for me. The wind-cold disease is not a minor illness. Although he is still strong, he is sick like a mountain. You should pay more attention to it and treat him as soon as possible."

"You can tell me what you need. Although my Ming Dynasty is not rich, it can still afford medicine and food for one person!"

"If it doesn't work, you can go back to Daming with me. We have many brilliant doctors there. I believe that his disease should be cured after seven to eighty years of treatment!"

The corner of the Maoli kid's mouth twitched.

Use your medicine?Our grand master is afraid that we have lived too long.

I'm still going back to Daming with you, I'm afraid I won't even think about coming back after I go.

And your doctor.

It takes seven to eighty years to treat wind-cold symptoms. Are all your Ming doctors so incompetent?

There are so many of you Daming people, and you all lived for so long, if the doctor is really so incompetent, you should really thank God for not killing you.

Although he was complaining endlessly in his heart, the Maoli boy showed gratitude on the surface.

"I thank His Majesty the Great Emperor on behalf of the Grand Master!"

The old man nodded with a smile, then asked with a smile.

"Alu Tai is so ill and sent you here, there must be something wrong, tell me!"

The Maoli boy quickly took out the letter from his pocket and raised his hands high.

The old man cast a glance at Zhu Zhangui, and Zhu Zhangui waved to Hu Yu behind him.

The two sides are still at war, so he dare not accept this kind of inexplicable letter.

It's not because he's afraid of death, but because of his status, every word and action must be considered for the overall situation.

Hu Yu walked forward with a cold face, reached out to take the letter, and opened it in front of everyone.Then put it on a table, and a clerk took a pen to copy the content on it.

Things are presented to the emperor, so be careful in everything.

Although there is no poison in the check, the enemy will use a slow poison if it is not guaranteed.

During the entire copying process, the scribes will not touch this piece of paper.

The hall was quiet, no one spoke, they were all looking at the scribe who was transcribing.

After a while, the scribe put down his pen, and the soldiers on one side stepped forward and handed the transcribed letter to Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui didn't even look at it, and handed his hands to the old man.

"Humph!"

"Ha ha…"

When the old man read the letter, he snorted unhappily for a while, and couldn't help sneering for a while.

After reading the letter, the old man raised the letter in his hand and said to the generals present:
"Our brothers have worked so hard to come here, but this old boy actually wants to make peace with us, and even wants to return to the state before the war."

"It's really as if our hundreds of thousands of brothers came to the grassland for a walk when we are idle and bored!"

"He fights whenever he wants, and talks if he wants to make peace. Doesn't he take himself too seriously, ah!"

"Hahaha…"

The generals burst into laughter when they heard this, and looked at the Maoli boy kneeling on the ground with contemptuous eyes.

While the generals were laughing, the old man got up and walked down the steps. Under Zhu Zhangui's guard, he sat on the last step and looked at the fur boy with angry eyes and flushed face.

"Go back and tell Alutai, don't mention the peace talks, I, Ming, only accept surrender, the unconditional kind!"

"Of course, he can also choose to fight."

"The tens of thousands of people in Wala are not enough for the soldiers under my command. The soldiers' swords are already hungry and thirsty."

"After all, they have been out with me for so long, and if they don't get some heads in exchange for some rewards, it's hard to explain when they go home!"

"Okay, that's it, you go back!"

"By the way, tell Alutai by the way, what I said at the beginning was serious. If his illness is not good, he can go back to Daming with me."

"Our doctors in Daming are pretty good. Although the treatment takes a little longer, it will take seven to eighty years, but we can get rid of the root cause!"

(End of this chapter)