Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chu Ze shook his head and said confidently: "Don't worry, Yunyun. I know what to do."

"Those ministers who are loyal to the country will naturally support my decision. As for those who have ulterior motives, I will take this opportunity to expose their true colors!"

Qin Yunyun saw that Chu Ze was confident and said no more. She knew that her husband had grown into a true emperor and was capable of controlling everything.

In the following days, Chu Ze launched a series of actions in a swift and vigorous manner.

He not only severely punished officials who colluded with the Wang family, but also vigorously rectified the administration of officials and punished corruption.

For a time, there was panic in the government and everyone was in danger.

Those powerful people who once bullied others finally tasted the bitter fruit.

The people applauded and were full of gratitude and admiration for the new emperor.

Chu Ze's reputation among the people reached an unprecedented height.

However, just when Chu Ze was busy with domestic affairs, urgent military intelligence came from the border again.

"Report! The northern grassland tribes are invading in large numbers, and the border is in danger!"

The scout's report made Chu Ze's heart sink. He realized that the real test had just begun.

"Pass the order down, order General Guo Huai to lead his troops north immediately to fight the enemy!"

Chu Ze acted promptly and gave the order.

The cavalry of the grassland tribes came and went like the wind, and their combat effectiveness was extremely strong. If their invasion could not be stopped in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Guo Huai took the order and left, while Chu Ze waited anxiously for news from the front line in the palace.

He knew that this battle would determine the life or death of the Ming Dynasty.

As time passed, Chu Ze's heart became heavier and heavier.

He kept sending people to find out the news, but all he got back was bad news.

The cavalry of the grassland tribes were unstoppable and had already captured several cities.

Although the Ming army fought hard, it was still defeated.

"How could this be?"

Chu Ze muttered to himself, his eyes full of worry.

He didn't expect that the grassland tribes were so powerful.

Just then, a eunuch came hurriedly to report.

"Your Majesty, General Guo Huai requests an audience."

Chu Ze was cheered up and summoned him immediately.

Guo Huai walked into the hall, knelt on one knee, and looked solemn.

"Your Majesty, I am guilty!"

His voice was low and hoarse, full of self-blame.

Chu Ze's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "General Guo, how is the battle situation on the front line?"

Guo Huai raised his head, his eyes full of guilt.

"Reporting to the Emperor, our army was defeated and the border was lost."

His voice became quieter and quieter until it was almost inaudible.

Chu Ze felt a black screen in front of his eyes and almost fainted.

What does it mean that the border has been lost?
This means that the northern gate of the Ming Dynasty is wide open, and the cavalry of the grassland tribes can march straight in and approach the capital!
"how so."

Chu Ze muttered to himself, feeling like the whole world was collapsing.

He had finally quelled the civil strife and stabilized the political situation. Was all this going to go to waste?
"Your Majesty, please cheer up!"

Guo Huai's voice sounded again, interrupting Chu Ze's thoughts.

"Although the border has been lost, we still have a chance."

His eyes were determined and full of fighting spirit.

"As long as we can mobilize our forces in time and hold on to the capital, we will have a chance to turn the tide of the war!"

Chu Ze was refreshed when he heard this. He looked at the loyal general in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

"General Guo is right, we still have a chance!"

He stood up suddenly, his eyes blazing. "Pass on my order, order the garrisons in various places to rush to the capital! At the same time, mobilize all the food and supplies, and prepare for battle!"

"promise!"

Guo Huai took the order and left, while Chu Ze stood alone in the center of the hall, silent for a long time.

He knew that the next battle would be even more brutal.

The cavalry of the grassland tribes will sweep in like locusts.

The Ming Dynasty will face an unprecedented crisis.

But Chu Ze was not afraid. He knew that he had the mission of protecting this land.

No matter what the cost, he will defend the dignity of the Ming Dynasty to the death!

"Come on, prairie barbarians!"

Chu Ze roared towards the sky, his voice filled with determination and fighting spirit.

"Let me show you that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is not so easy to mess with!"

Chu Ze’s roar resounded through the sky, shocking everyone.

The rage in his eyes seemed to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

Faced with the provocation of the grassland tribes, he no longer chose to retreat, but decided to take the initiative and teach these barbarians who dared to invade the Ming Dynasty border a severe lesson.

"Pass the order down, prepare the whole army for battle!" Chu Ze's voice was majestic and resolute, "Tomorrow morning, follow me to the battle and flatten the grassland!"

When the soldiers heard this, their blood boiled.

They had been holding their breath for a long time, wanting to avenge their dead comrades.

Now that the emperor is leading the army in person, their morale has been greatly boosted.

"Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! Long, long live the emperor!"

Deafening cheers resounded throughout the entire military camp, and the soldiers raised their weapons high, full of fighting spirit.

Chu Ze nodded with satisfaction and turned back to his tent. He knew that this battle was not only about the dignity of the Ming Dynasty, but also about his life and death. He had to go all out and not make any mistakes.

As night fell, the military camp was brightly lit. Chu Ze sat alone at his desk, studying the map carefully.

He knew that the cavalry of the grassland tribes were brave and good at fighting, and they came and went like the wind. In order to defeat them, he had to adopt unexpected tactics.

Chu Ze's eyes wandered across the map and finally stopped on an inconspicuous valley.

"This is it."

He muttered, a confident smile on his face.

The next morning, the army set out, with Chu Ze personally leading the elite cavalry, taking a detour and heading straight for the small valley.

At the same time, Guo Huai led the main force to confront the grassland tribal army head-on.

The two sides soon met on the vast grassland. For a moment, the shouts of killing shook the sky, swords flashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The cavalry of the grassland tribes came like a tide, their horses' hooves crushing the grass and their scimitars cutting the air.

Although the Ming army was well-equipped and well-trained, they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers. They resisted tenaciously, but were still forced back step by step by the enemy.

Guo Huai led the troops and fought bravely. His spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and every swing of his spear took away several lives.

However, the enemy troops were too numerous and Guo Huai gradually felt overwhelmed.

At this moment, a deafening cry of killing suddenly came from the distance.

Guo Huai perked up and looked in the direction of the voice.

A group of black cavalrymen rushed out from behind the enemy army as if they had descended from the sky. They were unstoppable and invincible, and in an instant, the enemy's formation was shattered.

The leader is Chu Ze!
"kill!"

Chu Ze led the way, the long sword in his hand shining with cold light. He was like a god of war, charging through the enemy camp, unstoppable.

The cavalry of the grassland tribes had never seen such a terrifying opponent. Their morale plummeted and they fled in panic.

Seeing this, Guo Huai immediately commanded his army to counterattack. The morale of the Ming army was high, like a tiger descending from the mountain, killing the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor.

The war ended with the victory of the Ming Dynasty. The grassland tribes suffered heavy losses and had to submit to the Ming Dynasty.

Chu Ze returned triumphantly and was warmly welcomed by the people of the capital. He stood on the city wall, overlooking the cheering crowd, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

He knew that this victory was hard-won. Countless soldiers paid with their blood and lives for it. (End of this chapter)