Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

"Your Majesty, the wind is blowing!"

The violent hurricane swept across Zhu Di's old face, Zhu Di raised his hand and wiped his eyes, forcibly stabilized his figure in the strong wind.

At this time, a cavalry came to report,

"Report!"

"The grassland suddenly encountered strong winds, the situation on the front line reversed, and the situation was urgent."

When the King of Han heard this, he was startled and stepped forward against the wind to persuade Zhu Di.

"Father, withdraw your troops first!"

Zhu Di was furious when he heard the words,

"withdraw troops?!"

"It's all reached this point, how can there be any reason to withdraw troops!"

"Give me another call!"

Everyone sighed and shook their heads, but they could only grit their teeth and stop talking about withdrawing troops.

Right now, I hope that the strong wind in this grassland will pass soon.

Zhu Gaoyu stood in the big tent wearing armor and looked at Zhu Di who was looking up at the sky.

There's really no way to withdraw right now.

There is no way out!

If a large number of troops are withdrawn rashly, the soldiers of the Oara tribe who are good at fighting in the wind will definitely seize the opportunity to counterattack.

And it will definitely have a huge impact on the morale of Daming.

Therefore, you cannot withdraw, you can only enter!

That being said.

But in this extreme environment, the soldiers of Daming could not resist for long.

No matter what, this battle will be extremely difficult.

If we leave it alone, then history will be replayed at this node.

This war will be dragged into the cold winter, when the land and the people won't occupy the land, it may be really powerless to return to the sky.

And Zhu Di will also die on the way of this northern expedition.

The most important thing is, I don't know how much butterfly effect my crossing will bring to this dynasty.

In the unlikely event that the crown prince failed to ascend the throne, King Zhao of Han took the opportunity to repeat the change of Jingnan.

Then, the most favored prince who lost Zhu Di's blessing, can he still survive?

Just for the hatred of the Han King and Zhao King brothers towards them.

It's hard to say if you can leave me a whole corpse when you kill me!

Thinking about this, Zhu Gaoyu glanced at Zhu Di, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

This war cannot be lost!

Not only can't lose!

Zhu Di has to live!

After Zhu Gaoyu made up his mind, he walked straight to Zhu Di and bowed his hands to Zhu Di with a serious expression.

"Father, my son, please bring [-] people to the front line for support!"

"Father please approve!"

Standing in the cold wind, Zhu Di looked at this young son who had not grown up and his shoulders were high. A trace of relief appeared on the vicissitudes of the old face.

He stood firm in the strong wind, looked at Zhu Gaoyu's firm eyes and tall and straight figure like a small pine tree, laughed loudly,

"it is good!"

"You let go!

"Our Zhu family's good son, there is no one who can't go to the battlefield!"

"You go!"

"Show those barbarians!

"Look at my Daming demeanor!"

"Show them!

"Even if I am a child under ten years old, I can still kill the enemy with a big sword!"

"My Zhu family has no cowards!"

Zhu Gaoyu nodded solemnly towards Zhu Di with a rare serious expression.

At this time, Zhu Zhanji, who was standing in the tent, also stood up.

"Grandpa, grandson please go with the fourth uncle!"

Zhu Di looked at him and nodded slightly,

"Go."

"After today, you will all grow up."

Zhu Gaoyu and Zhu Zhanji nodded solemnly, turned towards Zhu Di, clasped his fists and cupped his hands, and walked out of the tent.

The two who walked out of the big tent got on their horses together, and then took Chen Qingzhi, Shen Lian, and the eight hundred righteous servants who had already prepared them, and flew towards the Onan River on horseback.

When everyone arrived, it was already raining heavily on the grassland.

The extreme weather, windy and rainy, made the Ming army on the front line suddenly lose.

On the contrary, the morale of the three soldiers of the Owarat Division on the opposite side was high, and they rushed towards the Ming army, shouting and wielding big swords.

The heavy rain has been falling, and the soldiers of the three Owaras, who are basically unaffected by the extreme weather, struggled forward, clenching their teeth and wielding a large knife at the Ming army in front of them.

Rain and blood mixed together and soaked in the grassland.

The bodies of soldiers from both camps could be seen everywhere on the ground, as well as warhorses that fell to the ground after being slashed by big swords, and lay dying in a pool of blood.

When Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Gaoyu arrived, the Oran River had turned into an Asura field where they slaughtered each other.

This...

This was Zhu Zhanji's first time participating in a war, and it turned out to be more tragic than expected.

"kill!"

Zhu Zhan base station was stunned in the distance, when he heard Chen Qingyi shouting beside him, and then saw him rushing towards the battlefield on a black horse.

Behind him were eight hundred white horse followers brought by Zhu Gaoyu.

Chen Qingzhi galloped ahead on a black horse, followed by [-] white horses behind him, rushing through the storm, like a meteor shower, cutting straight through the sky, and finally falling gorgeously in a dilapidated area. in the ruins.

Chen Qingzhi, who jumped into the battlefield riding a black horse, held a curved bow and held an arrow at the barbarians in the distance. After taking a slight aim, he shot the long arrow.

Wherever the long arrow passed, a barbarian tribe must fall to the ground while clutching their chests and roaring.

"kill!!"

The white horses behind Chen Qingzhi also rushed into the battlefield with knives.

Zhu Zhanji rode a brown horse and stood in the distance. Seeing that everyone had already killed the Quartet in the field, the blood of the bright man was on the top, and he was about to rush to the battlefield when he drew his sword.

Seeing this, Zhu Gaoyu shouted,

"Big nephew, what are you going for?"

Zhu Zhanji turned back,

"Go into battle to kill the enemy!"

Zhu Gaoyu waved his hand,

"Don't go up there and send people's heads."

"They are enough, it's not time for you to come out."

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the battlefield.

Sure enough, with the addition of Chen Qingzhi and others, the war situation soon reversed...

Chapter 138

Orah three, Mahamu grand tent.

Mahamu squatted on the ground, looking at the topographic map in front of him and thinking.

In the tent, Wu Liangha and the great Khan of the Tartar were staring at him.

Mahamu looked up at them and sneered,

"Now the Ming army is severely constrained by the wind and rain on this grassland."

"The advantage of the Ming army has gradually shifted to our side."

The crowd expressed their approval.

This Mahamu is indeed quite military.

He has been lurking in Daming for twenty years, and has learned ten percent of Daming's tactics.

At the same time, he is also very aware of the weaknesses of the Ming army.

The Ming Dynasty is strong and powerful, and its military power should not be underestimated.

These grassland tribes can only unite and fight against the Ming Dynasty together.

Drag the Ming army until the extreme weather in the grasslands arrives.

Drag until the time and place are right and everyone is on their side.