Good news: Zhu Lian transmigrated, becoming Emperor Chongzhen of the Great Ming, Zhu Youjian.
Bad news: Today is the tenth day of the third month of Chongzhen's seventeenth year, and Li Z...
Li Zicheng's peasants were a motley crowd, and once they were at a disadvantage in the wilderness, it was only a matter of time before they were defeated. By then, one could lead ten, ten could lead a hundred, a hundred could lead a thousand, let alone a half million, even a million troops would be useless.
The most important reason why he was able to fight from Shaanxi to Xuanfu was that he did not encounter any tough opponents.
All the battles were siege battles, and there were very few field battles.
The Eight Banners soldiers are best at field combat!
Chongzhen thought for a moment and tried to give an example: "Do you know Zhou Yuji from Ningwu Pass?"
"I know."
"He only had a few thousand soldiers and the bandits captured Ningwu Pass and suffered nearly 80,000 casualties!"
Thinking of Zhou Yuji, Chongzhen sighed again. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, military generals died or surrendered, and now there is no one available.
"Ningwu Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack, so the huge losses suffered by the bandits are expected." Zhu Cilang said unconvinced.
Oh!
Chongzhen finally understood why the historical Emperor Chongzhen did not allow the prince to go to Yingtian Prefecture alone.
He is not capable of controlling half of the Ming Dynasty.
Chongzhen stamped his feet fiercely and said: "You are unworthy of being the crown prince of a country. The bandits are good at attacking and defending cities, but not good at field battles. Facing the Jiannu, Li Zicheng will be vulnerable unless he defends to the death. It's good if he wins, but if he loses to the Jiannu, the north will fall into their hands, and then it will bring disaster to our China!"
Seeing his father angry, Zhu Cilang was so scared that he dared not speak anymore. He could only kneel on the ground with his head down and remain silent.
a long time.
Chongzhen's eyes flickered and he sighed.
Never mind. Zhu Cilang is only sixteen years old and needs time to grow up.
Unfortunately, he no longer had time to train the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, and could only find ways to arrange more capable and ambitious people to assist him.