When the army set off, Sun Lingwei and Wu Erhong both went to see off the imperial grandson, and Zhu Zhanji, who was wearing a military uniform, was even more heroic, like a tree with a branch, planted in the white water of Black Mountain, and his body exuded a glass-like brilliance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's just that between his slightly frowning eyebrows, there seems to be a lot of deep thoughts, but these wisps of thoughts are locked along with the center of his eyebrows.

Er Hong and Sun Lingwei were also in a heavy mood. Although they knew that Zhu Di would try his best to protect his beloved emperor and grandson, they also knew that the sword has no eyes, no matter whether you are the Son of Heaven or a soldier, everyone is equal in the face of death.

Especially Erhong, from the time she saw Zhu Zhanji put on a military uniform to the time the army marched out, she deliberately did not say goodbye to Zhu Zhanji.

Good bye? Good bye? Never again?

As soon as I remembered that I said goodbye to Concubine Xian Niangniang in this Ming Palace during the last Northern Expedition, and as a result, Quan Yan'er, who was good, couldn't come back, and Erhong's heart was even more afraid of saying the word goodbye.

For 16-year-old Zhu Zhanji, for the first time in his life, he went to the battlefield for the first time, and for the first time he faced blood and death, saying that he was not afraid, but just told the emperor's grandfather.

However, before that, Zhu Di had let Zhu Zhanji observe the people's sufferings and learn how to deal with government affairs. Now, Zhu Di believes that only after letting the imperial grandson sharpen on the battlefield will he become a generation of saints with both civil and military skills in the future.

So, Zhu Zhanji, a 16-year-old royal boy, started his first adventure in his life.

As early as the eighth year of Yongle, when Zhu Di went on his first northern expedition, Arutai, the leader of the Mongolian Tatar tribe, escaped and fled.

Because it was a hot summer, the Ming army was short of water and food, so the pursuit was stopped, the squad returned to the dynasty, and Zhu Di's first imperial expedition ended.

However, in the past few years since the Ming army returned to the division, another Mongol tribe, the Waspur Division, took the opportunity to develop its own power, defeated the Tatar Division, killed Benjamin, and Arutai was forced to join the Ming Dynasty and was named King of Hening.

But the Tile Thorn Division is growing stronger, and a new threat is approaching the Ming Dynasty. In November of the 11th year of Yongle, Mahamu, the leader of the Waspur Tribe, led his troops to march towards Monan.

Zhu Di, who is naturally warlike, how can he allow someone on his territory to spread wild?

So, in March of the twelfth year of Yongle, Zhu Di sent 500,000 troops, with Anyuan Marquis Liu Sheng leading the camp, Wu'an Marquis Zheng Heng leading the Chinese army, Ningyang Marquis Chen Mao, Fengcheng Marquis Li Bin leading the left and right posts, Chengshan Marquis Wang Tong, Governor Tan Qing led the left and right columns, and Governor Liu Jiang and Zhu Rong were the forwards, and once again conquered Mobei.

Although Zhu Di let his beloved emperor put on his armor and go to the battlefield, he did not let Zhu Zhanji abandon his studies, and he ordered Yang Rong, the minister of the army, to continue to teach him the history of the army during the march, so in the camp of the army, Zhu Zhanji's four treasures of study are readily available.

Teaching in the army is also a special scenery for the generals who are on expeditions.

In April, the Ming army marched to Xinghe and held a military parade. Zhu Di asked the imperial grandson to follow him to inspect the troops and learn the tactics of war.

"Zhan'er, what do you think of today's military parade?"

At the end of the military parade on the first day, Zhu Di came to Zhu Zhanji's camp with great interest and personally exchanged his experience with his grandson.

Zhu Zhanji, who was writing hard in the big tent, saw that the imperial grandfather suddenly arrived, and his face showed a special panic, and he quickly grabbed the rice paper full of words written on the pen and secretly hid it in a copy of "The Art of War".

But the sharp-eyed Zhu Di had obviously noticed his grandson's small movements, his face sank, and he pretended to pace to the edge of the desk casually, his right hand stretched out in mid-air, as if he was about to pick up the "Art of War" book soon.

"What to write?" Zhu Di's hand was still in mid-air.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing, it's just missing...... My mother kissed me and wanted to write a letter to her. Zhu Zhanji stammered.

"Oh, you're a benevolent child. However, in this desert, there is no post station, and if you write a letter, you can't send it back to the palace to show your mother. Zhu Di's face softened a little.

He withdrew his hand and patted his grandson on the shoulder instead. The big hand was as powerful as an eagle's claw: "Zhan'er, you know, do you know why the imperial grandfather brought you to this battlefield where people kill people without blinking?" ”

The muscles on Zhu Di's face twitched, and he suddenly had a contradictory expression of pride and loss, "Zhan'er, do you know? Your second uncle, Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han, had already led his troops to fight a battle independently when he was your age. ”

"It's a pity...... This kid is a genius at war, but in other respects, he is a mess. I also blame me for teaching him nothing but war in those days. Zhu Di's face was already a kind of sadness.

"Zhan'er, Grandpa Huang is now personally taking you to the battlefield, but he doesn't want you to miss any aspect when you inherit the throne in the future. Do you understand the painstaking efforts of the emperor's grandfather? ”

Zhu Di said emotionally, as if his eyes were about to moisten.

Zhu Zhanji immediately bowed his head solemnly and knelt down: "Grandson knows that he is wrong, Grandpa Huang, I will definitely follow you to learn how to march and fight." ”

The army moved on.

The direct sunlight of the desert was shining, and the eyes of the roasted people couldn't open them, and Zhu Zhanji, who was on horseback, seemed to be even more listless.

"Zhan'er, what are you thinking? Cheer up! Zhu Di on horseback didn't know when he walked in front of Zhu Zhanji and said sharply.

"Yes, Grandpa." Zhu Zhanji whispered.

"Don't let me see you like this lost soul again, manly man, don't be heroic and short-breathed, and have long children." After Zhu Di told his grandson this sentence, he raised his horsewhip, and the sweaty BMW galloped quickly in the desert, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

On May 22, when the 500,000-strong army arrived at the place of Tongquanbo, Li Bin, the Marquis of Fengcheng, led the left and right sentinels to detect the enemy's situation: "Report that there are 5,000 Warat soldiers in front of them who are heading eastward. ”

"The forward governor Liu Jiang obeyed the order and ordered you to lead 20,000 elite soldiers to pursue Wara." Zhu Di made a decision immediately.

"Zhan'er, you know what? The expedition of labor division should only be resolved quickly, and it is not conducive to protracted warfare. Therefore, we must make full preparations for troops and materials, use heavy troops, and form an absolute superiority in the comparison of forces, so that we can win in one blow. In terms of food and wages, it is necessary to make good preparations for the construction of Wuhan Iron and Steel Vehicles and make overall preparations for advance and retreat in advance. ”

Zhu Di turned his head to teach the imperial grandson the experience of the expedition, and suddenly found that Zhu Zhanji's horse was already one foot behind the emperor's grandfather.

This time, Zhu Di couldn't care about being angry. He didn't turn the horse's head to look for the emperor's grandson, but slapped the horse's ass fiercely and rode the horse forward.

This is the first time in so many years that Zhu Di has seen this imperial grandson, whom he is proud of, behaving so absentmindedly in front of him.

He was suspicious. What happened to the grandson?

What is it that worries him so much?

Zhu Di suddenly remembered what Zhu Zhanji was hiding in a panic in "The Art of War" that day, what was it?

(Dear friends, why is this handsome royal guy so abnormal on the battlefield?) Let's listen to the next breakdown. This storyteller is tired, tickets, rewards, and book reviews come violently. The author's spirit was immediately discouraged. ）