King Xiang of the Red Chamber

Chapter 472 Goodbye Nuomin

The scene was very quiet, and there was a sergeant delivering the message, so Chen Baoxiang's words spread throughout the army.

Together, the two guards amounted to a total of 10,000 soldiers on site. These people all looked towards the stage. At this moment, Zhu Jinghong had already stood up.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to walk under the gaze of so many sergeants, not to mention giving instructions, but Zhu Jinghong seemed to be talking and laughing at ease at the moment.

This alone made everyone at the scene respect him even more, after all, they couldn't do it at this grade.

"Everyone...I often hear people say that the bodyguards and soldiers are the most powerful soldiers in the Ming Dynasty, but I never take it seriously!"

Zhu Jinghong's words really exceeded everyone's expectations, and they became more and more interested in his speech.

People in every era are the same. They are not only not interested in but also deeply disgusted with long and meaningless speeches.

Zhu Jinghong is well aware of this principle, so no matter today or before, whenever he lectures, he always pursues novelty and never makes anything empty.

"No matter in the southeast or northwest of the Ming Dynasty, you can be seen guarding and conquering. You are all ministers who have made contributions to the stability of the world. You can definitely be called the pillars of the country!"

The sergeants were very happy when they heard Zhu Jinghong's praise. After all, everyone likes to hear good words.

"Having said that, I still have to tell some truths. Don't blame me for being outspoken!"

"Just judging from today's formation, you are really worse than the guards and soldiers!"

"Take the Northern Four Guards as an example. It only takes half a moment for them to line up, and they can form a military formation at the same time to participate in the battle. If you don't believe it... you can go to the Northern Four Guards and see for yourself!"

Everyone here who cares a little about the military knows the speed of assembly and reaction ability of the Northern Four Guards, so no one has any objection to Zhu Jinghong's words at this moment.

"So in the future, you still need to practice more and strive to catch up with or surpass the Northern Four Guards as soon as possible!"

"The faster you respond and the stricter you execute military orders, the greater the chance of victory, and even the invincibility of the battle..."

Zhu Jinghong made an impassioned speech, focusing on stimulating the morale of the troops without blaming everyone in the capital camp too much. Of course, everyone was happy with the final result.

Of course, during this process, Zhu Jinghong also praised some people, such as Hou Jing and Wang Jie who completed the assembly ahead of schedule.

They arrived quickly and had the strictest military discipline, so everyone present was convinced.

Zhu Jinghong's instructions lasted only ten minutes, and then he stepped down from the stage and walked into the military formation.

He can build a high platform in the hearts of the generals, but he feels that he must have a close relationship with the soldiers.

He would tug at the armor worn by the soldiers to see if it was tight, and he would pull out the sword to see if it was properly maintained...

After his operation was over, another ten minutes passed before Zhu Jinghong asked the two commanders to order the sergeants to return to camp.

At least everyone present, above the Qian General, knew that Zhu Jinghong was very strict in training his troops, so even though he had ordered the disbandment, they still followed Hou Jing's example and asked his soldiers to leave in an orderly manner.

"You must all remember what the Thirteenth Master said today, and practice strictly when you go back!"

Chen Baoxiang was lecturing his subordinates, and Liu Xiongshan, who was also the commander, was no exception. This was also a gesture to show to Zhu Jinghong.

After giving instructions, the two men asked their men to leave. Then Chen Baoxiang invited Zhu Jinghong to go back to the main tent because it was already lunch time.

"No rush...go to the barracks and have a look again!"

This kind of behavior is indeed out of line. Outsiders rarely go to the barracks to see the military council.

But now that Zhu Jinghong had spoken, everyone could only do what he said, and soon they arrived at the nearest barracks, which was just outside the school grounds.

The so-called barracks are actually a group of tents. Ten people live in each tent and are led by a small flag officer.

The soldiers returned to the camp and were having dinner. When they heard that Zhu Jinghong was coming, they all put down their bowls and chopsticks, and then all went outside their tents to greet him.

Surrounded by all the commanders, Zhu Jinghong arrived at the camp area, and all the officers and soldiers present kowtowed and saluted.

"See Your Majesty!"

"Everyone, get up!" Zhu Jinghong looked kind.

After everyone stood up, Zhu Jinghong ordered all the ministries to do their own thing. This made the soldiers and junior officers particularly panicked because they didn't know what to do with Zhu Jinghong around.

Fortunately, their panic was short-lived, because Zhu Jinghong led a group of commanders and personally got into a tent.

Not to mention him as a dignified prince, even the two commanders Chen and Liu had never entered the soldiers' camp because the status gap between the two sides was too big.

So when Zhu Jinghong and others entered the tent, a team of ten people living here became extremely nervous.

Seeing the food on the ground, Zhu Jinghong knelt down and took a closer look.

Each person got three steamed buns, plus a handful of pickles, and a small lump of what looked like sauce.

This kind of food is indeed considered a luxury in a bitter cold place like the northwest.

Because not only can they eat enough, but they can even eat better than some people in the pass. It is strange that such an army has no combat effectiveness.

The Ming army, with its full pay and full logistics, would not disappoint me... Thinking of a certain joke on the Internet in his past life, Zhu Jinghong came up with this idea.

"Do you eat this every day?" Zhu Jinghong stood up and asked.

When Chen Baoxiang was about to reply, Zhu Jinghong waved his hand to stop him and looked at the helpless little flag officer in the tent.

Kneeling down very straightforwardly, the thirty-year-old man replied: "Reply to the prince, little people don't eat this every day..."

Hearing this, Chen Baoxiang and others felt anxious, secretly thinking that this kid actually dared to open his eyes and tell lies.

Although people like them love money, they can just skimp a little on weekdays. How could they do such a thing on the battlefield?

"We added mutton yesterday, and each person had an extra bowl of mutton soup. The day before yesterday, we had steamed buns stuffed with wild vegetables..."

Hearing this, everyone including Zhu Jinghong laughed, and the reality made everyone of them very satisfied.

"Eat well, drink well, and win the battle, that's good...just keep eating, and we won't interrupt you!"

"Yes!"

The word "yes" made everyone laugh again, secretly thinking that this person is really a fool.

Immediately, Zhu Jinghong led everyone to retreat, and everyone in the military tent breathed a sigh of relief. They were stunned for a while before continuing to pick up their bowls and start eating.

Zhu Jinghong left the tent and entered several other tents, but the situation was similar.

This made Zhu Jinghong feel relieved, and then he went to the Chinese army's main tent to accept the banquet at the invitation of Chen Baoxiang and others.

The generals eat much better than the soldiers. Not only do they have dedicated chefs to cook, but the ingredients are abundant and fresh.

Zhu Jinghong is not surprised by this, because this is the current era. Officials want to eat better, and no one will think this is wrong.

On the contrary, if the general and the soldiers eat steamed buns together, the emperor will suspect that you have ulterior motives.

After eating in the Beijing camp, Zhu Jinghong rode back to the rear. Ning Huanxiang's "Governor-General's Office" was twenty miles behind.

Because Ning Huanxiang wanted to convene a military meeting, the leading generals of each tribe and alliance in the past two days sent people over to wait for the meeting.

When Zhu Jinghong was riding back, he happened to be met by Namu Meng and his entourage, but the two parties did not confirm their identities, so they did not stop to talk.

Even so, Nuo Min in the Mu Meng team discovered Zhu Jinghong extremely keenly.

"Master Thirteen..." Nuo Min couldn't help shouting.

However, the two sides were tens of meters apart, and the sound of horse hooves was too loud, so it was impossible for Zhu Jinghong to hear his voice.

Zhu Jinghong didn't hear it, but dozens of people in Mu Meng's group did, so everyone looked at Nuo Min.

"Father, I'm going to go first!"

After saying hello to his father Su He, Nuo Min immediately broke away from the team with a whip and chased in the direction of Zhu Jinghong.

"Nomin..." Su He shouted.

However, the usually obedient daughter was like a wild horse at the moment, completely ignoring his father's shouts.

"Father, the one who passed by just now...is the famous Thirteenth Master?" The person who spoke was Su He's son Erisi. Su He nodded, and then scolded: "Hurry up and get your sister back, but don't let her get into trouble!"

"Yes!"

Erezi clicked on a few warriors and sped up to chase them ahead.

Let's talk about Zhu Jinghong and his party who were walking in front. Soon a guard noticed Nuo Min who was following him and immediately reported it to Zhu Jinghong.

one person? Zhu Jinghong almost thought he heard wrongly. In this case, it was certainly impossible to assassinate him.

So he slowed down and asked his guards to capture the pursuers.

"Master Thirteen, it's me...Master Thirteen!"

Although he couldn't tell who the person was from the voice, at least Zhu Jinghong could tell it was a young woman, so he glanced over.

Seeing Zhu Jinghong looking over, Nuo Min avoided the guards while waving his hands and shouting: "Master Thirteen...I am Nuo Min from the Mubu League!"

After hearing her self-introduction and the memory of more than a year ago returning, Zhu Jinghong remembered who this girl was.

Just as he was about to order the guards to stop, Nuo Min's brother came after him on horseback. He made the guards think that the latter was an accomplice, so they all unsheathed their swords and cocked their arrows.

"Fire the arrow..." Guard Baihu Gao Hong ordered.

Their only duty is to protect Zhu Jinghong's safety. This situation is really abnormal. It's no wonder that Gao Honghui would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.

When Pegasus approached Erisi and saw his bow stretched out in front, he knew that danger was coming, so he immediately ordered to disperse left and right.

The few people who followed him had superb riding skills, and their reining and turning movements were extremely smooth, thus avoiding the whizzing arrows.

When more guards were loading arrows, Zhu Jinghong immediately ordered to stop, and Gao Hong had no choice but to ask everyone to stop.

"Miss Nuomin is my friend, please let her come over!" Zhu Jinghong said in a deep voice.

After hearing this, the guards made way out of the way, but at this time Nuo Min was "stupid" with fear.

Fortunately, she was an unusual woman. She quickly recovered from her fright. As she approached on horseback, she said, "Master Thirteen... this is a misunderstanding. The person coming behind is my brother!"

Zhu Jinghong nodded, but he didn't mean to blame the guards. After all, they were also responsible.

At this time, Nuo Min had arrived in front of Zhu Jinghong, and the person he thought about day and night was right in front of him. Even with Nuo Min's straightforward character, he was so excited that he could not speak coherently.

"Master Thirteen, we finally meet again!" Nuo Min suppressed Xiaolu's random mood.

She likes the culture of the Ming Dynasty, and has naturally read a lot of novels. She has always looked down on the ladies from aristocratic families in them, thinking that they are too timid to pursue their love.

But now that things have happened to her, Nuo Min can understand the people in the book.

"Nuomin, go back quickly..." Erisi yelled in the distance, and he no longer dared to approach Zhu Jinghong.

He spoke in Bumeng dialect. Although Zhu Jinghong couldn't understand it, he could guess what he meant.

"Your brother is calling you over!" Zhu Jinghong said with a smile.

"But I want to be with Master Thirteen. We haven't seen each other for a long time!"

Nuo Min's outspoken words really shocked the people around her, but she herself still felt that she was reserved. After all, she did not have the courage to express her love.

"Uh...this..."

This girl won't fall in love with me, right? Zhu Jinghong was a little unsure. After all, he thought he didn't have the ability to attract bees and butterflies.

Putting aside his inner thoughts, Zhu Jinghong said with a smile: "Then you should tell your brother to prevent him from worrying about you!"

"Okay...I'm going to tell him right now that Master Thirteen is waiting for me to come back!"

So Nuomin turned the horse's head and rushed towards his brother.

After getting closer, before Erezi could speak, Nuomin said with a cold face: "Brother, please go back quickly. I have something to say with Master Thirteen, so don't disturb us!"

At this moment, Erisi just felt cold. His life was in danger just now, but his sister came over and didn't even care.

"Nuomin, father asked me to take you back!" Erisi looked serious and took up his brother's position.

However, he couldn't scare Nuo Min. He only heard the girl say: "I have made an appointment with Master Thirteen to go with me. If you force me to take me back... I'm afraid my father won't be able to spare you!"

Erisi was not a fool. He knew very well that he could not offend Zhu Jinghong, but then he asked: "If I don't take you back, my father can't forgive me!"

"You tell him that I have an appointment with Master Thirteen, and my father will not embarrass you!" Nuo Min said almost firmly.

"But……"

"Don't ask any more questions. Stop meddling in my affairs and go back quickly!"

After that, Nuo Min didn't explain too much and walked directly to Zhu Jinghong's side.

Erisi had no choice but to return alone with his people.

As for Nuo Min, after returning to Zhu Jinghong, she took the initiative to chat about the topic.

"Thirteenth Master, why did you come outside the customs in person this time?"

Da Ma walked in front, Zhu Jinghong said with a smile: "Like you, come and participate in countering the rebellion!"

"Are Sister Qiqige and the others really traitors?"

Whether Junggar is a traitor or not is a matter that has been officially decided by the imperial court. It is not appropriate for Nuo Min to ask this question.

Zhu Jinghong calmly replied: "Whether they are traitors or not is not decided by the court, but chosen by themselves!"

Nuo Min seemed to understand, and then asked: "But why did they choose to be traitors?"

There are so many things involved in this topic that it cannot be explained clearly in just two or three sentences, not to mention that Zhu Jinghong has no desire to popularize science.

"Aren't you afraid that your father and brother will worry you if you're running outside?" Zhu Jinghong changed the subject directly.

But at this time, Nuo Min said: "There will never be anyone around Master Thirteen who can murder me!"

Obviously this straightforward girl did not understand the meaning of Zhu Jinghong's words.

At this moment, he was looking at Nuo Min carefully, and found that the girl was getting more and more beautiful, especially the heroic look between her eyebrows, which he admired very much.

"Of course no one can try to kill you. You happen to be proficient in Chinese and Mongolian. How about you stay with me and be an interpreter?"

Although she felt happy, Nuo Min still asked: "Master Thirteen, aren't you afraid that I will miss something?"

Zhu Jinghong said firmly: "I believe in your ability!"

Putting aside his thief attributes, Zhu Jinghong is a real prince of the empire. It is extremely rare to get his recognition of his abilities.

For example, Sun Shaozu, who has always been on the front and back of the horse, has not been praised so much for so long.

"I will never let Master Thirteen down!" Nuo Min replied solemnly.

At this moment, as if she had received a sacred mission, she began to think about how to do the "errand" well.

And Zhu Jinghong is also thinking about whether it is not good for him to do this!

But then he thought, in order to strengthen the relationship between the court and the vassals, he should take on the important task. After all, this girl is very suitable for him.

"Let's go... I'll take you to my place. I just have something good for you!"

"What good stuff?" Nuomin immediately became interested.

Zhu Jinghong smiled mysteriously and said slowly: "You will know when you go!"

"Then let's go quickly!" Nuomin became more and more excited.

(End of this chapter)