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Chapter 639: Zhu Yuanzhang's Personal Expedition

During this process, Lin Che quietly sprinkled a unique powder.

It was the tracking powder he had developed over many years that could reveal whereabouts under specific lighting. It happened that the dawn this morning came earlier than usual, and the light was not yet mature, so the powder left a faintly glowing trail under the assassins' feet.

"Owner."

"Be careful." The follower's face turned pale and he shouted anxiously.

Another team of assassins appeared to have planned something beforehand as they rushed out from the darkness, their sharp blades pointed directly at Lin Che's vital points.

however.

Lin Che seemed to have anticipated this. He lightly leaped up, his body drawing a graceful arc in the air, avoiding the attack, while the assassins were hurt by their own weapons.

Afterwards, he moved forward, weaving through the group of car shells like a dragon. He pinched his fingers and chanted a spell. A gust of wind blew up, the sky suddenly changed, and haze rose up, blurring the eyes of the assassins.

"What kind of spell is this?" the assassin leader screamed.

I was spinning around and couldn't tell east from west.

At this time, the Jinyiwei hidden on the street came out in a mighty force. They were Lin Che's people, and Lin Che had already summoned them through various signals.

"The Imperial Master has ordered that all these thieves be captured." A captain waved his sword and shouted.

The Jinyiwei marched towards the street with great momentum and their uniform steps shook the streets.

The assassins were caught off guard, and with the help of Lin Che's tracking powder, their whereabouts were exposed, and they were arrested one by one.

This is the end.

The entire chase was like a revolving lantern, and ended in the dawn. When the sun rose, Lin Che stood with his hands behind his back, without a speck of dust on his body.

He rolled up his sleeves, smiled faintly, and said in a calm but firm tone: "The storm has passed, and Qingming Festival is coming."

Not only did he use his unparalleled wisdom and ability to improvise, but he also set up a series of tricks to escape cleverly.

He even reversed the situation before dawn and took advantage of the opponent's strategy.

He made those who tried to kill him fall into the trap he set and reaped great rewards.

In the distance, Zhu Yuanzhang tilted his head slightly and smiled when he heard this.

The wine in the glass was shaken symbolically.

"Lin Che, your performance is so good that I am very happy watching it."

“Thanks for your trust, Your Majesty.” Lin Che clasped his fists and bowed to Zhu Yuanzhang, his face solemn.

“Although the world is vast, it can accommodate the righteous path, and all that is desired can be overcome. If one goes against himself, he will eventually be reduced to ashes.”

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, his eyes full of admiration.

"My national teacher is indeed not an ordinary person."

Under the cover of night, a mighty army marched across the yellow sand. The magnificent scene was like a magnificent painting, demonstrating the power and ambition of the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, sitting in the central military tent, Zhu Yuanzhang decided to lead the army himself and quell the rebellion in the important western border areas with an iron-blooded attitude.

In this large army, there is another person whose prestige comes not from military exploits but from wisdom and strategy - he is the national teacher Lin Che.

"Imperial Master, I am about to go to war. This rebellion is of no trivial importance. Do you have any good ideas to help me put it down in one fell swoop?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked in a deep voice.

His eyes were as hot and determined as fire.

Lin Che was wearing a green robe, with his back to the setting sun. His shallow face gave people an unfathomable feeling.

He picked up the teacup in his hand, smiled contemptuously, and replied: "Your Majesty, although this rebellion is great, the traitors are no match for our Ming Dynasty's regular army. The Imperial Master has a plan that may lead to a surprise victory."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flashed with excitement, "Oh, tell me about it."

Imperial Master Lin Che slowly stood up, walked to the sand table, tapped his finger lightly, turned his head and said to Zhu Yuanzhang, "The terrain of the small western country is mountainous and forested. Your Majesty, we can use the false road to attack them and attack them by surprise. Although the rebels are brave, they are not wise and can be easily deceived."

Zhu Yuanzhang's frown gradually relaxed.

Lin Che's strategy was exactly what he wanted. He slammed the table and said, "Okay, I know you never say empty words. Since you have put forward such a brilliant idea, you will definitely win. Let's act according to this strategy tomorrow."

As the horn of Zhu Yuanzhang's personal expedition sounded, the Ming army's cavalry swept across the west, invincible, and the strategies of the imperial teacher Lin Che were repeatedly verified.

Not only could he see things from the naked eye, but he could also predict the enemy's movements from the smallest details. Without any strategic deployment, he could foresee the enemy's movements as if he were a prophet.

In this battle, Zhu Yuanzhang did not directly take action, but followed Lin Che's strategy, looking for the best opportunity and waiting for the right moment to act.

As expected, under Lin Che's guidance, Zhu Yuanzhang led his elite forces to cleverly bypass the enemy's frontal defense line and unexpectedly attack its weak spot.

That day, at dawn, the enemy was still asleep.

The brave soldiers of the Ming Dynasty rushed out with the force of thunder.

In a matter of seconds, the rebel leader was beheaded. This battle was fought with exceptional beauty.

Zhu Yuanzhang's prestige was further enhanced and the Ming Dynasty became more stable.

His blood was boiling, and he nodded to Lin Che in thanks as he laughed.

“Master, this great victory is all thanks to your brilliant strategy.” Zhu Yuanzhang clasped his fists towards Lin Che, praising him endlessly.

Lin Che twirled his beard and responded calmly, "Your Majesty is a hero, invincible, and I am only trying to do my bit. It is truly your Majesty's saintly virtue that has moved the heavens and calmed the chaos invisibly."

In the post-war evaluation of merit and rewards, Zhu Yuanzhang rewarded the generals and soldiers and praised them repeatedly.

The Imperial Master Lin Che remained silent, just smiled calmly and thanked for the reward.

That night, Zhu Yuanzhang looked out from a high place, his heart pounding with emotion. He knew that today's victory not only consolidated his throne, but also made the reputation of the imperial teacher Lin Che more prominent both inside and outside the court. The tacit cooperation between the true dragon emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the imperial teacher was undoubtedly a perfect combination of iron and blood and glory, creating one military miracle after another.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew very well that with the assistance of the imperial teacher Lin Che, his kingdom would be as stable as Mount Tai.

And I will become a saintly king who will be praised by future generations.

He looked around and saw smoke and dust in his vision, but his heart was clear and peaceful. He firmly believed that with the presence of National Master Lin Che, no matter how big the waves were, they would become calm.

And at this moment.

Lin Che, who was standing next to him, just smiled.

It seemed as if all the victories and praises had nothing to do with her. All he cared about was the Ming Dynasty and the safety of the people of the world. He knew that the next challenge was waiting for him in the near future.

And he will, as usual, use his wisdom to plan the next exciting victory.

The snow danced gently, covering every corner of the capital.

It adds a bit of solemnity.

In this silence, the struggle within the Ming Dynasty court was like many undercurrents and raging waves, quietly emerging.

Imperial Master Lin Che sat in a corner of the Fengtian Hall, playing with a hand warmer in his hands.

It is a reward but also a burden since it resolved the crisis between the two countries.

Lin Che's name seemed to have blossomed, spreading across the imperial city, but what followed was a more complicated curtain in the drama of power.

(End of this chapter)