Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

"Let's talk about a hundred thousand people!"

Zhu Gaoyu took two steps, looked at Tuotuo Buhua and pondered for a moment, and then said,

"Well, you don't have to compensate me for cattle, sheep, gold and silver. You can choose hundreds of thousands of people and return them to me."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter in the tent.

Simply deceiving!

Tuotuo Buhua looked at Zhu Gaoyu with shame and anger, and then looked at Zhu Di.

Such nonsense, the Great Emperor of Ming Dynasty will definitely not agree!

Tuotuo Buhua turned to look at Zhu Di, unexpectedly...

Zhu Di sat on the dragon chair and nodded in agreement.

"The fourth is a good idea!"

Zhu Di pointed at Tuotuobuhua and the others who were kneeling on the ground and laughed,

"You and your brothers can also go. The emperor will find a good place for you to settle in Beijing."

"After two or three hundred years, if you want to come back to visit relatives, the emperor asks you to come back, how wonderful it is."

"I retreat and strike, and the two families will be reconciled forever."

"Just walk around like a relative."

Tuotuo Buhua didn't expect that the two masters of Zhu Di would directly ask him to ask for hundreds of thousands of people as soon as they sang together.

"Great Emperor, the hundreds of thousands of troops have been given to you, and we will have no one."

Zhu Di waved his hand,

"That can't be."

Tuotuobuhua shook his head in embarrassment,

"Great Emperor, this is really not good."

Zhu Gaoyu stood in the center of the tent and smiled,

"In that case, if you insist on not coming to Daming, then we can come here."

"We can build two cities in the area of ​​Hulan and Huwen, and it's not good for our family to live in tents all the time when we move around in the future."

"Besides, my father is too old to live in this tent, right? You have to be considerate."

Zhu Di nodded in agreement and took over the words.

"Go back and send some more troops and transport some food."

"Whoever hits you in the future will hit me."

When Tuotuo Buhua heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up abruptly and shouted angrily like he couldn't bear the humiliation.

"This is our land, how can you build a city here!"

Saying that, he turned around angrily and threw his sleeves.

"In that case, let's see you on the battlefield!"

Zhu Di looked at the backs of them walking out of the tent, smiled, and spoke very casually,

"Don't blame me for not warning you, the longer the fight, the higher the price I will ask for!"

Tuotuo Buhua paused after hearing the words, snorted coldly, and left with the people.

......................

into the night.

Yu Qian complained to Chihe Zhuzi with the fodder,

"In the middle of the night, if you don't sleep, ask me to get up and feed the horse?"

Chihe Zhuzi, who was not far away, touched the horse and smiled slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes,

"This horse is full, and will run tomorrow...".

Chapter 135

Yu Qian yawned, watching the Chihe beads not far away sprinkle fine salt toward the stable, and shook his head slightly,

"Ji Jingfeng meets Slow Langzhong."

"This horse is not your son. Why do you pour the salt so finely?"

Yu Qian pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly,

"Others don't get enough sleep, but you made me get up in the middle of the night to work!"

Chihezhu sprinkles salt and smiles,

"These are the best war horses. If the salt is not fine, the horses will have insufficient leg strength when they charge tomorrow."

Yu Qian glanced at him disdainfully,

"You're still very enthusiastic!"

"In my opinion, this method of warfare will be ready for class ~ teacher before the end of the year."

Chihe Zhuzi smiled and asked,

"is it?"

Yu Qian took a look at Chihe Zhuzi, and suddenly thought of those powerful firearms in Daming, - now he believes,

"It doesn't matter if you have thousands of troops, I will sweep the cannons and guns of the Ming Dynasty together at that time, and even if the soldiers and generals of heaven will sweep them away, they will become a hornet's nest."

Chihe Zhuzi waved his hands and said,

"I don't see it. If it rains heavily on the grassland, can the fire gun still be used?"

Yu Qian refused to give in an inch, tit for tat,

"Even if you don't need fire guns and cannons, the morale of the Ming army is high, and you can still defeat the enemy."

Chihe Zhuzi shook his head in disapproval,

"The old emperor wants to take this place. The tribes here are fighting for their own homeland."

"No matter how high the morale of the Ming army is, can there be such high morale among those who guard the family?"

After speaking, Chihe Zhuzi made an attitude of not wanting to discuss this topic with Yu Qian again, waved his hand and said,

"Go to sleep, I'll keep watch tonight."

Seeing this, Yu Qian could only give up, nodded and turned to go to sleep.

He fell asleep quickly, but he slept very restlessly. The drum was beating in his heart, and he always felt that something big was about to happen.

When he was sleeping hazy, Yu Qian heard a sound of shouting and killing, very close to himself.

No, this is the enemy army!

A dangerous thought flashed in his heart, Yu Qian hurriedly sat up from the haystack, rubbed his eyes and looked out.

"Come on!"

"kill!"

The various shouts and roars from the Zhanma Camp rang out one after another in Yu Qian's ears, and the camp was full of soldiers wearing Ming's armor slashing each other.

Yu Qian was startled, and hurriedly got up and staggered and ran out. As soon as he ran out, he saw Chihe Bead sitting on the wooden bench wiping the big knife.

He hurried forward, patted Chihe Zhuzi on the shoulder, and said eagerly,

"Come on!"

"The enemy is coming."

Chihe Zhuzi turned around when she heard the sound, stood up and laughed loudly at Yu Qian,

"Why are you, the champion, so frightened?"

Yu Qian was stunned for a moment, apparently still not understanding the current situation.

Chihe Zhuzi held the big sword and smiled proudly,

"Who wins now?"

Who's winning?

As soon as Chihe Zhuzi said this, Yu Qian suddenly remembered the military law they often discussed together before.

What he asked was who won the Daming and the barbarians now!

Yu Qian responded immediately, pointing at Chihe beads in disbelief,

"You collude with the enemy!"

Chihe Zhuzi raised his head and laughed when he heard the sound, when a group of soldiers wearing Daming armor behind him knelt down and shouted at Chihe Zhuzi,

"Sweat!"

Yu Qian looked at Chihe Zhuzi in disbelief.

Who is he?

Chihe Zhuzilang smiled and said,

"Brother Yu Qian, if the husband does not change his name, I am Mahamu, the Great Khan of the Owara Ministry!"

"Brother Yu Qian, come back to Wala with me, the world is vast, we will fly together."

Mahamu patted Yu Qian's shoulder sincerely,

"I, Mahamu, wish to become Anda with you!"

Mahamu?

Is he actually Mahamu?