Chapter 449 Hu Shanxiang 40
At this time, at the mouth of the Three Gorges, Zhu Zhanji and a group of shirtless Ming soldiers were quietly moving their artillery positions in the night, worried about his father's health and concerned about his wife and children, waiting for the first light to give the bastards on the other side a big surprise.
He knew nothing, so although he was worried, he did not lose his mind. At this moment, he was even weighing the pros and cons of the battlefield, and his only thought was to finish this battle with the emperor so that he could happily return home to celebrate the New Year.
At dawn the next day, everyone in the central army camp had a smile on their face. They all had a premonition, an intuition that they would inevitably win.
What surprised Zhu Zhanji was that he also had this feeling.
However, the strange thing was that although they had clearly caught the enemy off guard, the enemy did not collapse. Instead, they reached a stalemate with the armies of the King of Han and the King of Zhao.
Zhu Di frowned and was about to send someone to get a knife, but was held back by Zhu Zhanji. In the end, it was Zhu Zhanji who took the initiative to propose to go to meet the enemy. Zhu Di hesitated again and again and only asked him to take a few personal soldiers of similar stature. Facing his grandson's confused eyes, Zhu Di sneered:
"Grandpa is old and timid. But there is no shortage of bold fools in this world. I hope you don't become another fool in the future."
"Again? Who else is that idiot Grandpa was talking about?"
"I'll tell you when you get back. Go ahead."
Zhu Di personally put on the helmet for the grandson and watched him walk out in high spirits, his eyes showing reluctance and worry, but also hope and expectation.
This road is bloody, but it is Zhu Zhanji's road, and no one else can protect him from the wind and rain for his entire life.
"If you can win safely, you will have a smooth road ahead."
Everyone in the central military camp was busy, and no one noticed the emperor talking to the eagle, and naturally no one could ask: What if the crown prince is not safe?
"Go ahead, it's much more fun to be with the young people than with me." Zhu Di untied A Tian's anklet again and watched it rush out until he could no longer see the free figure.
With the crown prince leading the charge, the morale of the Ming army indeed improved significantly. However, Zhu Zhanji clearly felt that the pressure he was under this time was different from before, almost comparable to the bloody battle at the Three Gorges.
However, compared to the last time, his progress was also obvious. Zhu Zhanji was gradually adapting to the battlefield and even controlling it. He wielded his spear, knocking over countless soldiers and horses, and piercing countless enemy chests.
When the spear broke, he used his sword to chop it. When the blade bent, he just took whatever he could from the corpse beside him. His shoulder and abdomen seemed to be injured again, but he felt almost no pain.
Zhu Zhanji felt as if he had entered a mysterious world. The sounds around him were gradually fading away, and the piles of corpses on the ground almost formed a line of defense for him.
"Grandson! Grandson——"
Zhu Zhanji shook his head, only to feel the sound coming from far away, as if it were from a cave, making his ears hurt. Zhu Zhanji mechanically raised his hand and swung his knife to the side, but fortunately Fan Zhong dodged it. Four or five people raised their hands and stretched their legs to hold him down.
Only then did Zhu Zhanji react and refocus his gaze: "Fan Zhong?"
"Prince! We won! A great victory at the Three Gorges Pass. We've penetrated the enemy camp!"
"Win?" Zhu Zhanji suddenly pushed away the person who was pressing on him. He stood on the grassland, surrounded by countless corpses, some of the enemy's and some of their own.
But fortunately, there are still more enemies.
As for those who were of similar stature to the crown prince, they all died after Zhu Zhanji's helmet fell off at some point.
"Victory... We won. The Ming Dynasty won!"
The man's roar resounded throughout the canyon. A Tian landed on his shoulder. Two pairs of equally bright eyes reflected this land filled with blood and tears, which was even more terrifying than the rising sun.
"The Ming army is mighty!"
"The general is mighty!"
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That night, there was a celebration banquet.
The emperor was clearly in high spirits, and excitement surged throughout the army. In another tent, the crown prince, with the emperor's tacit approval, drank with the khans who had come to sue for peace. Among them, Toghtobukha of the Tatars was particularly sensible. Mahamu, the leader of the Oirat tribe, considered himself a clever man, but he didn't realize that without his willingness to sacrifice himself, the others wouldn't obey him.
They didn't know that Mahamu wanted to leave a way out for himself in the future because of Yesen's death. They only felt that they were deceived and that the Oirat wanted them and the Ming Dynasty to consume each other so as to strengthen themselves and unify the grassland.
Loose alliances always collapse easily, and Zhu Zhanji disguised Yesen's death as the work of the Tatars. Even if everyone knew the truth, at certain critical moments, this small difference was enough to reverse the situation and prompt everyone to make completely opposite decisions.
Therefore, Tutubuhua, who had been on guard against Mahamu for a long time, made a prompt decision after realizing that the battle situation was not good. He sent his son with troops to intercept Mahamu who was trying to sneak away, and presented him to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
At this moment, he was extremely glad for his decision.
Zhu Zhanji behaved in a noble and decent manner, yet he also had the fierce aura of someone who had fought on the battlefield. He was just like a young emperor. When the various tribes saw that the Ming Dynasty had such an heir, they felt even more awe and respect for him.
After making sure that he had performed well, Zhu Zhanji walked out of the tent with a reserved smile on his face. The fake smile finally fell and he felt his cheeks were sore from smiling. He hurried back to the central military tent and saw his grandfather sitting at the top, drinking and eating meat with the generals, looking very happy.
"My great hero of the Ming Dynasty has returned. Come on, Grandpa has reserved the fattest piece of meat for you. I won't give it to anyone else, only to my good grandson."
Zhu Di smiled and waved to him, and did not let him sit at the table below, but let his grandson sit next to his legs.
Zhu Zhanji walked forward calmly, sat beside him seriously, and said with a playful smile: "I'm already so old, it's embarrassing for you to say that."
"Yes, you've grown up. You fought brilliantly in the battle at the Three Gorges Pass, even better than both of your uncles. I'm afraid you'll surpass me in both civil and military skills in the future."
Zhu Di touched the top of his grandson's head, and his eyes swept over everyone in the camp, finally stopping at the King of Han and the King of Zhao: "Second brother, third brother, what do you say?"
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