When Qiu Fu heard that Zhu Quan, the king of Ning, had actually spoken out about the strategy of migrating the border people and clearing the wilderness, he couldn't help but be so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and said very dissatisfiedly: "Isn't the strategy of strengthening the wall and clearing the wilderness a lose-lose situation? His Highness has not yet seen the army of Timur, so why did he make such a decision? "As a meritorious hero of Jing Nan from the dragon, he is naturally not afraid of King Ning, who seems to be treated very well by His Majesty the Emperor, but in fact has no authority at all. It is to speak without scruples.

Zhu Quan was afraid that Zhu Di would have the intention of despising the enemy, so he hurriedly said in a deep voice: "Don't you smell the poisonous snake devouring your hands, and the strong man breaking his wrist?" No matter what his best strategy is, our army should try its best to avoid a duel with the enemy's cavalry on flat ground, according to the mountainous situation, relying on the fortified city, supplemented by the naval division warships, forming a lasting strategy of exchanging space for time, and delaying the counterattack until the enemy army is tired and old and demoralized. "In this era of cold weapons, although the cavalry has a strong impact and can be defeated by foot soldiers on flat ground, it will be restrained by mountains, fortified cities, and waters. Since ancient times, the nomadic tribes, whether they were the Xiongnu, the Turks, or the Mongol cavalry that had crossed the Eurasian continent in the past, were not good at fighting with warships in the waters, and these were precisely the advantages that the Ming Dynasty had.

Zhu Di, who had been listening silently, couldn't help but ask in surprise when he heard this: "Exchange space for time?" What does this mean? ”

Only then did Zhu Quan realize that his words were too "profound", and he immediately said in a sharp turn in his mind: "What Weichen means is that in the face of such a powerful enemy army, I am afraid that I will not be able to easily win in a short period of time. I think that the population of my Ming Dynasty is tens of millions, and the number of troops is not less than one million, and their tricks of fooling people are purely demonic cults in the eyes of the Ming subjects who believe in Confucianism, and they are bound to be spurned by everyone. And these nomadic tribes have lived in a different place than ours for generations, after years of fighting, I am afraid that many soldiers are not adapted, although the protracted war of attrition is difficult to avoid both defeats, but it can ensure the final victory of the imperial army. With a slight pause in his mouth, he recalled a trivial incident he heard when he talked with the envoy from Timur in the past, and couldn't help but show a confident smile on his face, and bowed down to Zhu Di and said: "Your Majesty still has a great advantage over this Turkic cripple who sells dog meat on the head of a sheep. ”

"The chapter is updated the fastest" Zhu Di, Zhu Neng, and Qiu Fu, who was deeply dissatisfied with Zhu Quan in his heart, saw Zhu Quan's confident expression, and couldn't help but be curious, and couldn't help but look at him in unison.

"In the past, when my father was in power, my brother had a relationship with the Timurid envoy, recalling what he had said, Timur was only seven or eight years younger than his father at that time, and even today, I am afraid that he is nearly seventy years old, even if he is old and does not die, he should be like a grasshopper after the autumn, how many days can he jump?" When Zhu Quan said this, he couldn't help but laugh, looking very proud. said this in his mouth, and secretly thought to himself in his heart: Humanity has been rare for seventy years, and in this world, living to more than sixty is considered to be long-lived, I have to wait and see, how long can this ferocious and inhumane old Tartar be rampant in front of God?

In the afternoon, in the palace of King Ning, Xu Ying found her beloved daughter Zhu Lin in the study after searching all over the place, and saw that she was climbing on the chair to get the three-foot sword hanging on the wall, she couldn't help but be angry and funny, and after careful questioning, she learned that she was ordered by her father Zhu Quan, and immediately sent the maid to take her daughter to play in the courtyard, and she took the sword and came to the hall.

Seeing Zhu Quan sitting on the chair with a solemn expression, unaware of his arrival, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Lin'er is still young, you let her go to get the sword, and you are not afraid of hurting her?" ”

When Zhu Quan returned home, he remembered that Timur's army had come turbulently, so he naturally had a lot of worries, and when he passed by the courtyard, he asked his daughter to get the long sword in the study, but he didn't expect that his daughter was young, and when he heard his wife blame him like this, he couldn't help but smile apologetically, stretched out his hand and pulled out a three-foot long sword, and his right hand took the whetstone and moistened it, and gently rubbed it on the blade of the long sword, and said in a deep voice: "His Majesty the Emperor has sent an order to the military department to mobilize soldiers, horses, grain and grass to the north, and after a few months, I am afraid that the north will be in flames." This battle is a matter of life and death, if the emperor drives the expedition in person, he will have to fight with the army for the sake of his husband. ”

When Xu Ying heard Zhu Quan's words, she recalled that she was frightened and frightened when she stayed in Daning during the Battle of Jingjing in the past, and couldn't help but feel shocked, and couldn't help but ask in a deep voice: "Fang is in Taiping today, where did the war come from?" ”

"Song Chen, the Marquis of Xiliang, secretly reported to the imperial court, and Timur's army gathered an army of foreign barbarians, and the momentum came violently, known as millions of people. Regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, I am afraid that the north will be another situation full of wolves and misery. Zhu Quan sighed softly and said slowly.

Xu Ying thought that it was another Ming general who was still loyal to Emperor Jianwen of the previous dynasty to make a rebellion, and had the intention to dissuade Zhu Quan from going to war with the army, but at this time, he heard that some exotic barbarian Timur was brazenly attacking, and he immediately relieved himself. Seeing the engraved word "Xu" on the front section of the sword hilt in Zhu Quan's hand, I couldn't help but think of my father who had passed away a long time ago, Xu Da, the Duke of Wei in the Ming Dynasty, couldn't help but snort lightly, and said categorically: "Thinking about Daddy, Song Guogong, Ying Guogong, when they were not clothed and hungry in the past, they could still rise up, sacrifice their lives and forget about death, and destroy the barbarian tyranny. Since it is the ambition of the wolf son, and he wants to imitate Temujin and Kublai Khan's trip to conquer our China, then the only way to see the high and low on the battlefield is to see the highs and lows. ”

Zhu Quan saw that his beloved wife did not stop him from following Zhu Di to the north to meet Timur's army, and his heart couldn't help but warm, and he comforted him: "In the past, the Southern Song Dynasty still killed the barbarian chief Meng Ge under the Diaoyu City, not to mention that today's Ming army is by no means comparable to the Southern Song Dynasty. I went out with the army, and I am afraid that I will stay by the emperor's side and plan, and I may not personally lead the army to rush and kill. ”

At the beginning of the spring of the third year of Yongle, in the land of the Western Regions, the cold wind whistling was still biting, and there was still a white expanse of snow in the wilderness. At the confluence of two great rivers lies a city called Sadara. About 188 years ago, it was an important eastern town in the country of Khorezm, and was later destroyed by the Mongol army that marched westward.

At this time, outside the city of Badala, within a radius of dozens of miles along both sides of the river, there were many camps, cattle, horses, sheep and other livestock in herds, and it was difficult to see the end in a word, and hundreds of thousands of horses and horses of the Timurid Empire army were stationed. Thousands of soldiers braved the cold wind to the river, fetched water back from the ice floe, and brought it back to the camp for themselves and their horses. The army, which had already set out on its march last autumn, had been left far behind by the vanguard of the first march after months of marching because of the cold weather, and by the large number of cattle and horses.

It is said that as the weather gradually warms, this powerful tribal army intended to attack the Ming Dynasty should speed up its march. But countless Timur soldiers, even the commander of the thousand, the commander of ten thousand did not understand why his commander, Sultan Timur, never showed up, and issued the order for the whole army to set off, so he had to delay here.

At dusk, in the leeward part of the hillside, Timur's "Chasing the Deer and the Ming Chapter 314: A Life Whine" In the handsome tent, an old witch doctor had the courage to stretch out his trembling right hand, and under the touch, he was shocked by the obviously hot body temperature of Timur, who was lying on his back on the bed, delirious, and muttering nonsense, and couldn't help but retreat again and again, until he hit a person's sturdy body, then he came back to his senses, and turned to the man who was about forty years old, with a slightly curled hair and beard, and looked quite similar to Timur, Zheng Wei glared at his general fiercely and said, "His Highness the Sultan is just a minor illness, just drink my medicine, and he will be cured tomorrow." As he spoke, the Adam's apple couldn't help but roll slightly, showing the extreme fear in his heart. Two days earlier, Timur had suddenly become seriously ill after drinking, and was still bedridden, with a high body temperature under gibberish.

The witch doctor knew nothing about the ill of the famous sultan, and he boasted about it so that his head would not fall to the ground. It turned out that after Timur fell seriously ill, the doctors who came to the army for treatment were unable to make Timur recover due to the limitations of his medical skills, and more than a dozen people had already been killed. How could this timid quack admit that he was helpless against Timur's third son, the ruthless Milansha?

Hearing this, Milan Sha swept around the witch doctor with a pair of fierce and ruthless eyes, and turned to his son Mirza, who was about twenty years old, and said in a deep voice, "Take him down to refine medicine." ”

Mirza, with a wicked look, reached out and pushed the witch doctor out of the tent.

The witch doctor walked tremblingly, but in his heart he was praying for the help of the gods, so that he could cure the Sultan's strange illness and save his old life.

In the wide tent, Milan Sha looked at his father, who was still lying on the bed and talking nonsense, and his mood was heavy. It turned out that the army of the Timurid Empire swept through all countries and was invincible in the land of Asia, one of the most important reasons is that since the establishment of the country, Timur led the army to conquer a hundred battles, without a defeat, not only in the Timurid country soldiers and generals to establish an incomparable prestige, but also defeated the Golden Horde, Chagatai Khanate those who claimed to be descendants of Genghis Khan, the khans were frightened, forced to form a thousand miles of expedition under the power, to attack the tribal army of the Ming Dynasty. Since his father fell ill, Miransha has kept the news tightly sealed, just to prevent the morale of the army from being shaken.

In the night, Milan saw Timur, his face was red, and he was still talking nonsense, obviously his condition did not improve at all, and his heart was anxious. At this time, Timur gritted his teeth and struggled to drink the potion, even with the help of his son Mirza, Milan Shadang held it firmly, pinched his nose and forced him to breathe, so he naturally opened his mouth and forcibly poured the medicine.

Timur was old and seriously ill, after all kinds of religious rituals, dancing gods and other treatment methods, he was already three souls and two souls, and then poured a mess of several kinds of decoctions, he was even more dying, and finally swallowed his last breath in the middle of the night, and died on the way to lead an expedition to the Ming Dynasty in a vain attempt to destroy China, ending his life of slaughtering countless cities and killing people.

Seeing that his father was sick and dying, Milansha immediately walked out of the tent with a blushing face, and killed all the witch doctors who had treated Timur with his son Mirza. He did this not only to vent his anger, but more importantly, to kill people and kill people, so as to prevent this too horrific news from leaking and spreading in the army.

About half an hour later, Milan Sha ordered his henchmen to guard closely outside his father's tent, and no one was allowed to trespass a step, so he turned around and walked quickly towards his tent not far away.

After returning to the tent, seeing that more than a dozen of his commanders had come to the tent under the call of his son, Milansha pretended to be calm and said to these generals of the Timurid Empire: "My father fell ill two days ago, and his condition is slightly better at this time, but he is no longer able to lead the army to continue the expedition, so I have passed down the order to my father and son, and the army will return to Samarkand tomorrow, and make plans after his condition improves." ”

The Timurid generals, who had not seen the face of the commander for several days, were already suspicious in their hearts, and at this time, when they heard this third son of Timur, Milansha, who was known for his prestige in the imperial army, say this, they could not help but feel relieved when they looked at each other.

Several of Milansha's henchmen, the captain, immediately bowed down to receive the order.

At this moment, a tall captain asked Milansha: "When the army returns to Samarkand, Your Highness should order people to hurry up and report to the two generals Abu Bakr and Khalil, who are in the vanguard army, and let them also lead the army back." ”

Seeing that the generals did not doubt him, a big stone in his heart immediately fell, nodded heavily and said, "After dawn tomorrow, I will send a hundred cavalry to rush forward to give orders." He didn't dare to say the truth about his father's illness and death, but he was afraid that he would shake the morale of the army and find it difficult to master this huge tribal army and rush back to the imperial capital to seize the throne of the sultan. It turned out that Timur had four sons, the eldest son only Hanjieer died of illness many years ago, the second son Umar died in battle a few years ago, and it was his father who was publicly designated as the heir of the empire but the son of his eldest brother, Ma Mahei. There is another brother in the country who has tens of thousands of elite divisions, making him see himself as a stumbling block before the throne, and the fourth elder Shaharu is eyeing the side. At present, among the ten thousand commanders of the Timurid kingdom, some are loyal to his nephew Ma Mahei, and some are loyal to his younger brother Shahru, how can he, who is vainly trying to seize the throne of the sultan, be stupid enough to explain the truth and make it difficult for him to control this huge army again?

Mirza, who was standing on one side, looked at the captain who suggested that he report to the commander of the vanguard army, and there was a trace of irrepressible hatred in his eyes. Originally from Abu Bakr, the commander of the 100,000-strong army that set out first last year and embarked on the journey, Khalil and the two were his half-brothers, and he had always regarded them as thorns in his side and thorns in the flesh. For example, the Turkic, Xiongnu, and Mongolian nomadic tribes are often fathers and sons, and the brothers have their own henchmen and armies. He couldn't stop his father's order, so he could only pray secretly in his heart, hoping that his two elder brothers' vanguard army had already started a fierce battle with the Ming Dynasty's army guarding the Western Regions, and it was difficult to get out, so without the reinforcement of the main force of the Timurid Empire's army, the chance of surviving and fighting for power with himself was not so great.