In the Wuying Palace, Zhu Yunwen summoned the scouts from the Eight Guards of Kansai.

The latter brought him not so much news: there was an armistice in the northwest!

The forces of the Timurid Khanate stopped at the royal court of Warat, and confronted the combined forces of Mahamu, Arutai and Guilichi for nearly a month.

"Eight hundred miles is urgent, and it took a month for the military intelligence in the northwest to come to Nanjing, and now I don't know what kind of scene it looks like over there."

Also in the Wuying Hall was Zhu Di, and when the scout who reported the news left, the god of war of the Ming Dynasty had already frowned.

Borrowing Timur's hand to destroy the steppe was the result that the Ming Dynasty wanted to see the most, but at this time, there was a truce in the northwest?

"Could it be that they made peace?"

As soon as Zhu Yunwen opened his mouth, he didn't believe it in his heart.

The blood feud between the Green Religion and the steppe, the bloody case committed by Kublai Khan back then, this group of Green Religion madmen could not forgive, the military newspaper in the northwest earlier wrote very clearly, the Timurid Khanate was full of butchers from top to bottom, and as soon as he stepped on the steppe, it was an endless slaughter, and none of the women and children let go.

Frightened, Mahamu moved all the herdsmen of the Warat tribe to the Troubled River!

Timur was carrying out his western expedition with an attitude of extermination, and it was impossible for him to return without success now.

"I remember that when the fourth uncle introduced this Timur to me, he said that he was not young."

Zhu Yunwen suddenly remembered this stubble, and Zhu Di also came to his senses.

"Your Majesty means that the reason for the truce in the northwest is probably that the old guy Timur is going to finish playing?"

What reason could force Timur's army to stop, the first thing to rule out was the defeat on the battlefield, the steppe people fought several battles with the green cult soldiers, and they never took advantage of it once, which time they didn't grit their teeth to resist.

"The art of war is cloudy, knowing oneself and knowing the other can be invincible, but unfortunately this Timurid Khanate is not close to our Ming Dynasty, and it is difficult to know the other."

Zhu Yunwen frowned and shook his head: "This military report is not clearly written, it only says that there is a truce in the northwest, and the Timurid Khanate and the steppe are facing each other in the air, but there is no detail of the next move, only that the two sides are busy preparing and supplying." ”

The steppe people also need supplies.

Their supplies come from the tribes behind them, from the cattle and sheep sent by those herdsmen every day, only because the foreign steppe people are wrapped in tribes to fight, so it will make people feel that these nomads come and go like the wind, and this time the Timurid Khanate's eastward crusade, the steppe soldiers are completely separated from the tribe.

"The herders of the grasslands are now all concentrated in the basin on the south side of the river."

Zhu Di looked at the military report, suddenly overjoyed, walked quickly to the northern sand table of the side hall, and looked sideways at Zhu Yunwen: "Your Majesty, a God-given opportunity!" ”

Zhu Yunwen was stunned by this shout, and walked over to take a few looks, but he didn't understand what Zhu Di meant.

"The coalition forces of the steppe blocked Timur at the Wusi River, but their herdsmen fled all the way east to the Troubled River, the distance in between was more than thousands of miles!"

The two slaps were imprinted on a large open grass, and Zhu Di's face was full of excitement: "Didn't Mahamu, they send a large piece of fat to our mouths?" ”

In order to escape the possibility of being exterminated, Mahamu and Arutai chose to put their fellow herdsmen in the rear, while they fought against Timur on the front line, but forgot that behind their rear, there was also a Daming!

"If at this time, our Dunhuang soldiers go north to cut off Mahamu and their eastward support, and the soldiers of Beiping and Daning, plus the three guards of Wuliang Ha, we can make dumplings for more than one million herdsmen in the Trouble River!"

Zhu Di has fought in the north for more than ten years and has never encountered such an opportunity!

This is an opportunity to completely eat the entire savannah in one go!

This is a great feat that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did not accomplish back then!

"And once we eat more than a million herdsmen in their stomachs, Tamahamu and Arutai can only surrender, because if they don't surrender, they will starve to death on the grassland!"

Although Zhu Yunwen is not familiar with military strategy, Zhu Di's series of flag-planting marks also made him understand.

Daming is now facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The war has ceased in the northwest, and the grasslands have been greatly damaged by this battle, and the remaining new forces are still on guard against the green cult soldiers in the far west.

A bitch with her legs apart!

Fall into the well and rob while the fire is burning.

What could be more enjoyable?

"The establishment of the Eight Guards of the Anti-Mongolian Guards, splitting the Warat and Tatar, and turning the Mobei Prairie into the back garden of my Han people."

Zhu Di is still persuading, he can't help but be excited, the great cause of the ages is about to be realized in their generation, if he can really swallow the prairie and let him die immediately, he is also willing!

You can go to Emperor Taizu with your head held high to ask for credit.

"Don't miss the opportunity and don't come again, fight!"

Without hesitation, Zhu Yunwen made up his mind and gave the order decisively.

"We don't need too many troops, there are enough soldiers in the north, plus Song Sheng's Mo Nanwei, in terms of numbers, our Ming Dynasty is still an absolute advantage, and our strategic goal is to eat more than one million grassland herdsmen in the Troubled River, and then make a forced landing in Mahamu and Arutai!"

The herdsmen who hold the river are holding the lifeblood of Mahamu and others, and if they do not surrender, they will be starved to death, and they have no other choice.

Unless, they fled west to surrender to the Timurid Khanate?

You don't even have to think about it, and you know it's impossible.

The only thing they can do is to completely surrender the Ming Dynasty, attach the Central Plains, and surrender the prairie to the Ming Dynasty.

If the Ming Dynasty has Mo Nanwei, it can be placed in Mo Beiwei!

"The only thing to worry about is how to manage the prairie."

What is called arrogance, Zhu Di is called arrogance, the battle has not yet been fought, and he has already begun to worry about how to rule the blank prairie.

"Fourth Uncle is in a hurry."

Zhu Yunwen looked at Zhu Di's flushed face, and was afraid that the latter would have a cerebral hemorrhage when he was excited, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to pour cold water.

"Let's talk about the current war first, I don't understand the war, the fourth uncle is arbitrary, the General Staff drafted a date and the regulations for sending troops, and I approved it here, and the official storage grain along the Nanzhili and Beiping roads is enough to support an army of less than 500,000 for a year."

"It won't take more than a year."

Zhu Di said confidently: "Liaodong and Wuliangha Sanwei sent 50,000 cavalry, Beiping and Daning sent 50,000, 100,000 people are enough to eat the difficult river, Dunhuang guards the Hexi corridor, there are the heavy cavalry of the minister, let Sheng Yong fight the northwest and transfer tens of thousands of people, and block the retreat route of Mahamu and others."

There was just a group of women and children on this side of the river, unarmed, and as soon as the army arrived, the madness disappeared. As long as this herdsman and the cattle and sheep are captured, the only option left for the two things is to surrender! ”

"Okay, Fourth Uncle let it go."

The palm of his hand slapped on the solid wood case on the edge of the sand table, and in the sound of the shock, Zhu Yunwen looked at Zhu Di and said solemnly.

"It is related to the great cause of my Ming Dynasty, and it must be decided in one battle!"