Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 258: Seven Years of Plotting
Does a Jianzhou Jurchen need the Ming Dynasty, and it can be said that the Ming Dynasty is still in its heyday to fight for five years?
Obviously not needed.

In other words...something happened.

No one in this world can be a purely political creature, because people still have emotions when they have desires.

A person with emotions cannot be a pure person.

Look at all eras and all walks of life, people who reach the top will lose something, such as love, family affection...

Or something else.

When he knew that the old man had ordered the capital to be moved, Zhu Zhanhe had thought about taking over Yingtian, but after careful consideration, he decided to give up.

Becoming Lord Yingtian, as long as the old man is still alive, this matter is absolutely impossible, even if the old man dies, his chances of Zhu Zhanhe are not great.

It only took a few breaths for that thought to be extinguished by Zhu Zhanhe himself.

but!

This also led to Ming's dilemma.

The territory of the Ming Dynasty was very large. Even without the Annan, Siam and other places that Zhu Zhanhe conquered, the territory of the Ming Dynasty was not small.

But this is only on the surface.

In fact, there are too many Jisi areas in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, such as Nuergandusi, the previous three guards of Uliangha, such as Uzangdusi, and the Seven Guards of Guanxi.

The areas actually controlled by the Ming Dynasty ranged from the Great Wall to the north and to Gansu, Sichuan and Yunnan areas to the west.

In other words, the area actually controlled by the Ming Dynasty is the so-called Central Plains region, which is also the area that every dynasty has controlled since the Qin Dynasty.

Nominally belonging to the Ming Dynasty, but in fact it was an autonomous Nuergandusi. Under the joint encirclement and suppression of the Ming Dynasty and North Korea, they quickly united and even got together with Oara.

At first, Zhu Zhanhe had almost the same opinion as everyone else on this matter, thinking that their alliance would bring trouble to Daming, but...

Zhu Zhanhe didn't expect it would be such a trouble.

In the context of the Little Ice Age, the summer in the grasslands and even Nurgandusi was very short. It basically started in May and ended in the middle of August.

It only lasted three months. If the Ming Dynasty had marched in large numbers, this time would not have been enough. But if it was for speed, it would not be enough of a deterrent.

……

Peshawar.

Zhu Zhanhe looked at the secret letter in his hand, frowned tightly, and squeezed it into a ball.

"His Royal Highness! No more hesitation! Go back!"

Chen Xun looked at Zhu Zhanhe who didn't make any movement and felt anxious.

From the time he followed Zhu Zhanhe to Yunnan, Chen Xun wanted to make a career, but the career he wanted to do was not to help Zhu Zhanhe calm down.

The success Chen Xun wanted was just to prove what he said at the New Year's Eve dinner.

In this world, only martial arts can be safe.

Chen Xun didn't care who became the emperor. What he cared about was his ideal. At present, because only Zhu Zhanhe fit his idea of ​​​​pacifying the world with force, Chen Xun spared no effort to help Zhu Zhanhe.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhu Zhanhe seemed to have no intention of taking the throne. No matter what happened in the court, Zhu Zhanhe was just focusing on his own affairs and had no intention of that position at all.

"Be calm." Zhu Zhanhe patted Chen Xun on the shoulder and gave an answer that, as always, did not satisfy Chen Xun.

"Your Highness..." Chen Xun looked at Zhu Zhanhe with a hesitant expression on his face.

"My lord...can I ask you a question?"

Chen Xun, this self-proclaimed name, can be used against Zhu Di, against Zhu Gaochi, and against Zhu Zhanji.

However, it is not available against Zhu Zhanhe.

If you are not the crown prince, then you are the minister. The king is the king, and the ministers are ministers. They cannot be overstepped.

As early as two years ago, Chen Xun would use this title when facing Zhu Zhanhe.

"Say." Zhu Zhanhe glanced at Chen Xun with a smile on his face.

He probably guessed what Chen Xun wanted to say.

"If...I mean if, if there is a chance, will you become the master of Yingtian?"

"Opportunity?" Zhu Zhanhe was stunned when he heard this, then raised his head and looked at Peshawar in front of him.

"Chen Xun, there are too many things you don't know yet, and there are too many opportunities that you think are opportunities, but in my opinion they are not."

"Why?" Chen Xun was stunned for a moment, then asked.

He considered himself to be fairly smart. Although he was not as smart as those at the top, Chen Xun believed that he was not far behind.

However, he could not understand what Zhu Zhanhe said.

"Two years."

After dropping two words, Zhu Zhanhe turned and left.

Chen Xun looked confused.

……

In the 20th year of Yongle, two pieces of news came out that shocked people. The first piece of news only shocked the entire Ming Dynasty, but the second piece...

In the 20th year of Yongle, on the third day of June, the capital move that had been delayed for five years was finally implemented, and Yingtian Mansion retained the six ministries and other central institutions.

From the capital to the capital, Yingtian Mansion suddenly lost its former prosperity and bustle, and was replaced by a somewhat depressing silence.

But the second news was different. This news shocked the whole world and excited the whole of Ming Dynasty.

Problems occurred throughout the Timurid Empire and the Ottoman Empire. In previous years, this time was usually the time of harvest, when people sang and danced around the abundant harvest.

But this year, nearly all of the Timurid and Ottoman empires were in trouble.

They... have almost lost their harvest.

……

Peshawar.

This is the junction of the Delhi Sultan and the Timurid Empire, and is also the upper reaches of the Indus River, but now it is the territory of the Ming army.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Zhu Zhanhe shouted impatiently with a face full of impatience.

"Everyone, bring what you can carry and throw away what you can't carry! Pack lightly and travel simply!"

"Zhu Ling! Where is Kunzhaxi? Why haven't you come yet!?"

"Go back to Your Highness! Kunzashi has arrived in Lahore! It is expected to arrive in one day!"

"Tell him! He owes me thirty military sticks. I will ask him for it after the battle is over!"

Zhu Zhanhe was so angry that he waved his sleeves and entered his room.

In the room, two white women lowered their heads respectfully. After Zhu Zhanhe came in, they immediately took off the armor from the shelf and put it on Zhu Zhanhe.

Less than a stick of incense later, Zhu Zhanhe, fully clothed, walked out of the room and stood on the second floor, looking at the soldiers who had already gathered below.

After following Zhu Zhanhe for more than six years and gaining important support in Indochina, the [-] prince guards were filled with excitement.

What stood behind them was not the Ming Dynasty's army, but the low-caste Asan.

In five years, Zhu Zhanhe only took over the Indus Plain and developed the Indus and Ganges Plains into huge granaries.

It's not appropriate to talk about development, because this is an alluvial plain, the place where civilization was born, and Zhu Zhanhe didn't need to do much.

But to Zhu Zhanhe's surprise, Asan was very obedient. After the Ming army arrived and brought new grains, they not only regarded the Ming army as their savior, but also obeyed the Ming army's dispatch and became Zhu Zhan An important source of troops in He's hands.

These Asans, they would not only obey the orders of the Ming army to attack the high castes who had oppressed them, but they would also obey the words of the Ming army and treat the low castes and outsiders who resisted equally.

In the past five years, Zhu Zhanhe himself had basically done nothing, and his crown prince's bodyguards had almost no blood on their hands.

It's all done by these Ah Sans under him.

In fact, these Ah Sans can no longer be called normal people, because their personalities have changed greatly and they have become fanatical and radical.

They surrounded Zhu Zhanhe like fanatical believers and became a sharp sword in Zhu Zhanhe's hand.

A handle... a crazy army that doesn't care about right or wrong, who the opponent is, or what will happen to them as long as there is an order.

"Let me ask you guys!"

Zhu Zhanhe, who was standing on the second floor, suddenly spoke, making everyone below tremble.

"Sweet potatoes, are they delicious!?"

"good to eat!"

"Sweet potatoes, are you enough!?"

"Enough!"

"Then do you know who brought the sweet potatoes back!?"

"Know!"

As the general's shouts gradually subsided, everyone's eyes focused on Zhu Sanfeng next to Zhu Zhanhe.

In five years, Zhu Sanfeng has become a female general. Perhaps she still has many shortcomings in commanding operations, but when it comes to leading an army to charge, no one under Zhu Zhanhe can match her.

In five years, Zhu Sanfeng has become the devil under Zhu Zhanhe. Everyone knows that the former Ming God of Killing got a crazy subordinate, a devil who kills without batting an eye.

But similarly, from the Indus Plain to the Ganges Plain, to the Indo-China Peninsula, and then to various parts of the Ming Dynasty...

As long as Zhu Zhanhe allows people to go, everyone will know that the sweet potatoes that saved them and their families were brought back by two hundred people at the cost of almost losing everything.

Qian Yong, Jian Xiao and Zhu Sanfeng have now become people respected by all people. Even in various parts of Indochina, when people build shrines to Zhu Zhanhe, they will also build clay sculptures and erected statues of the three of them. Immortality tablet.

Zhu Zhanhe waved and asked Zhu Sanfeng to walk in front of him.

"I..." Zhu Sanfeng opened his mouth lightly, and the sound that came out stunned everyone.

The image left by this female devil has always echoed that of Zhu Zhanhe.

Resolute killing, ruthless and reckless, these are the labels that people put on Zhu Sanfeng.

Even the Ming army, even the guards of Zhu Zhanhe's crown prince, when they heard Zhu Sanfeng's voice, they almost all had the kind of voice that would make people feel scared, with a somewhat neutral voice.

But it wasn't until today that they discovered that this female devil, when speaking normally, would be as... graceful as a normal woman.

"I am an unclean person." As soon as Zhu Sanfeng spoke, Zhu Zhanhe sighed deeply.

Qian Yong and Jian Xiao are men, and the pain in their hearts can be healed easily, but Zhu Sanfeng is different.

All along, Zhu Zhanhe always felt that Zhu Sanfeng had not come out of the shadows, because as someone who had rescued Zhu Sanfeng, Zhu Zhanhe knew what kind of person Zhu Sanfeng was before going to America. Such a sound.

Now it seems...sure enough.

"Just like you, I am an ordinary person who can't be more ordinary. Maybe in your hearts, I am a poor person, but I am actually a lucky person."

"Once upon a time, I relied on His Highness the Crown Prince's mercy to save me and my family from fire and water. For this reason alone, I am luckier than many people."

"I am willing to work for His Royal Highness, even if it means becoming a woman despised by everyone."

"But at the same time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince values ​​me very much and makes me someone that many women in the world look up to but cannot achieve."

"His Royal Highness has been plotting for seven years now. The reason why he asked me to be the vanguard is to relieve the hatred in my heart."

"Timur and Osman, two places I will never forget. Today, I wish the three Phoenixes..."

With that said, Zhu Sanfeng took off his bag, pulled out the saber from his waist, deeply cut open the palm of his left hand, and raised it above his head.

click, click, click...

Drops of blood slowly fell on Zhu Sanfeng's head, and then slowly flowed down her hair and cheeks.

It outlines a...frightening face.

(End of this chapter)