A Jianzhou Jurchen needs the Ming Dynasty, and it can be said that the Ming Dynasty is still in its heyday to fight for five years?

Apparently not needed.

Other words...... Something has changed.

No one in this world will be a purely political creature, because people have emotions when they have desires.

A person with emotions cannot be a pure person.

Looking at all eras and walks of life, people who can reach the top will lose something, such as love and family affection......

Or something else.

When he knew that the old man ordered the capital to be moved, Zhu Zhanyan once thought about entering Yingtian, but after careful thinking, he still decided to give up.

Entering the master of Yingtian, as long as the old man is still alive, this thing is absolutely impossible, even if the old man dies, he has little chance of Zhu Zhanyan.

It only took a few breaths to rise, and that thought was extinguished by Zhu Zhanyan himself.

But!

This also led to the dilemma of Daming.

The territory of the Ming Dynasty is very large, even if there is no Annam, Siam and other places that Zhu Zhan Yan fought down, the territory of the Ming Dynasty is not small.

But that's only scratching the surface.

In fact, there are too many fetters in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, such as the Nuer Gandu Division, such as the former Wuliang Ha Sanwei, such as the Wusi Zangdu Division, such as the Kansai Seven Guards.

The area actually controlled by the Ming Dynasty could reach the Great Wall to the north, and to the Gan, Sichuan, and Yun areas to the west.

In other words, the area actually controlled by the Ming Dynasty was the so-called Central Plains, and it was also the place that every dynasty since the Qin Dynasty would control.

Nominally belonging to the Ming Dynasty, but in fact it is an autonomous Nuer Gandu Division, which quickly united under the joint encirclement and suppression of the Ming Dynasty and North Korea, and even got together with Wara.

At first, Zhu Zhanyan's opinion on this matter was almost the same as everyone else's, thinking that their federation was causing trouble to Daming, but ......

Zhu Zhanyan didn't expect it to be so troublesome.

In the context of the Xiaoice period, the summer in the steppe and even Nuergandusi is very short, basically starting in May and ending in the middle of August.

It is only three months before and after, and if the Ming Dynasty is marching with a large army, this time is not enough to march, but if it is to pursue speed, it will not be enough to deter.

……

Peshawar.

Zhu Zhanyan looked at the secret letter in his hand, his brows furrowed tightly, and he crumpled it fiercely.

"Your Highness! Can't hesitate! Let's go back! ”

Chen Xun looked at Zhu Zhanyan, who didn't make any moves, and was anxious.

Since following Zhu Zhan to Yunnan, Chen Xun just wanted to make a career, but what he wanted to do was not to help Zhu Zhan Yan Jing difficult.

Chen Xun's success was just to prove what he said at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

In this world, only martial arts can be safe.

Chen Xun doesn't care about who is the emperor, what he cares about is his ideals, and now it is because only Zhu Zhan Yan fits his idea of using Wu to secure the world, so Chen Xun spares no effort to help Zhu Zhan Yan.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhu Zhanyan didn't seem to have any intention of taking the throne, no matter what happened in the imperial court, Zhu Zhanyan was just focusing on his own affairs, and he didn't have any intention of that position at all.

"Settle down." Zhu Zhanyan patted Chen Xun on the shoulder, and the answer he gave was as unsatisfactory as ever.

"Your Highness......" Chen Xun looked at Zhu Zhanyan with an expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

"Minister...... Can I ask you a question? ”

Chen, this self-proclaimed, Chen Xun can be used when he is against Zhu Di, when he is available to Zhu Gaochi, and when he is available to Zhu Zhanji.

However, it is not available at the time of Zhu Zhanyan.

If it's not a prince, it's a minister, a monarch is a monarch, a minister is a minister, and it can't be overcome.

As early as two years ago, Chen Xun would use this self-proclaimed name when facing Zhu Zhanyan.

"You say." Zhu Zhanyan glanced at Chen Xun, but there was a smile on his face.

He had probably guessed what Chen Xun wanted to say.

"What if...... The minister said that if, if there is a chance, you will not enter the heavens. ”

"Opportunity?" Zhu Zhanyan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then raised his head and looked at Peshawar in front of him.

"Chen Xun, there are too many things that you don't know yet, and there are too many opportunities that are opportunities in your opinion, but not in my opinion."

"Why?" Chen Xun was slightly stunned, and then asked rhetorically.

He thinks he is quite smart, although he is not as good as those at the peak, but Chen Xun thinks that he is not much worse.

However, he couldn't understand what Zhu Zhanyan said.

"Two years."

Dropping two words, Zhu Zhanyan turned around and left.

Chen Xun, his face full of confusion.

……

In the twentieth year of Yongle, the news of two pieces of news shocked people, the first of which only shocked the Ming Dynasty, but the second ......

In the twentieth year of Yongle, on the third day of the sixth month, the relocation of the capital that had been delayed for five years was finally implemented, and the central institutions such as the six ministries should be retained in Tianfu.

From the national capital to the accompanying capital, Ying Tianfu lost its former prosperity and noise in an instant, and was replaced by a bit of low silence.

But the second news is different, this news shocked the whole world, and also made the whole Ming excited.

Problems arose throughout the Timurid and Ottoman empires, and this time of year was generally a time of harvest, when people sang and danced around the fruitful harvest.

But this year, almost the entire territory of the Timurid and Ottoman empires was in trouble.

They...... It's almost gone.

……

Peshawar.

It was the border between the Delhi Sultanate and the Timurid Empire, and the upper reaches of the Indus River, but now it was the territory of the Ming army.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Zhu Zhanyan's face was full of impatience and shouted impatiently.

"Everyone, bring what you can, throw away what you can't! Travel light! ”

"Zhu Ling! What about Kuntashi? Why hasn't it come yet!? ”

"Back to Your Highness! Kuntashi has arrived in Lahore! Expect to arrive in a day! ”

"Tell him! He owes me thirty sticks, and I'll ask him for them when the battle is over!" ”

Zhu Zhanyan waved his sleeves angrily and entered his room.

In the room, the two white women bowed their heads respectfully, and immediately took off the armor on the shelf after Zhu Zhan Yan came in, and gave Zhu Zhan Yan armor.

After less than a stick of incense, Zhu Zhanyan was covered in clothes, walked out of the room, stood on the second floor, and looked at the soldiers who had already gathered below.

Following Zhu Zhanyan for more than six years, he won the important help of the Indochina Peninsula, and the 12,000 princely guards were full of excitement.

Behind them, it was not the army of the Ming Dynasty that stood, but the low-caste Ah San.

In five years, Zhu Zhan Yan only took the place to the Indus River Plain, and developed the Indus River Plain and the Ganges River Plain into a huge granary.

It is also inappropriate to say that it is developed, because this is an alluvial plain, a place where civilization was born, and Zhu Zhanyan does not need to do much.

But to Zhu Zhan's surprise, Ah San was very obedient, and after the arrival of the Ming army and the new grain was brought, they not only regarded the Ming army as a savior, but also obeyed the deployment of the Ming army, and became an important source of troops in Zhu Zhan's hands.

These Ah San, they will not only obey the dispatch of the Ming army to attack those high castes who have oppressed them, but also listen to the words of the Ming army, and treat those who resist the low castes and outsiders equally.

In the past five years, Zhu Zhanyan has basically not done much on his own, and his son's guards have almost no blood on their hands.

It's all done by these Ah San under him.

In fact, now these Ah San can no longer be called normal people, because their personalities have changed dramatically, becoming fanatical and radical.

They were like fanatical believers surrounding Zhu Zhan and became a sharp sword in Zhu Zhan Yan's hands.

A handle...... As long as there is an order, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, no matter who the opponent is, and no matter what kind of crazy army you will be.

"I'll ask you!"

Zhu Zhanyan, who was standing on the second floor, suddenly spoke, making everyone below tremble.

"Sweet potato, is it delicious!?"

"Delicious!"

"Sweet potato, is it enough to eat!?"

"Enough to eat!"

"Do you know who brought the sweet potatoes back!?"

"Yes!"

As the general's shouts gradually subsided, everyone's eyes focused on Zhu Sanfeng beside Zhu Zhanyan.

In five years, Zhu Sanfeng has become a female general, maybe she still has a lot of deficiencies in commanding operations, but in leading the army to charge, no one under Zhu Zhan Yan can be the best.

In five years, Zhu Sanfeng has become the female devil under Zhu Zhanqi, and everyone knows that the former Daming Killing God has got a crazy subordinate, a female devil who kills people without blinking.

But in the same way, from the Indus Plain to the Gangetic Plain, to the Indochina Peninsula, and then to all parts of the Ming Dynasty......

As long as Zhu Zhanyan can let people go, everyone knows that the sweet potatoes that saved them and their families were once brought back by two hundred people at the cost of almost all losses.

Qian Yong, Jian Xiao and Zhu Sanfeng have now become people admired by all the people, and even in various parts of the Indochina Peninsula, when people set up a shrine for Zhu Zhanqi, they will also give them clay sculptures and immortal tablets.

Zhu Zhanyan beckoned and let Zhu Sanfeng walk in front of him.

"I ......" Zhu Sanfeng opened his mouth lightly, and the sound made people stunned.

For a long time, the image left by this female devil has always echoed Zhu Zhanyan.

Decisive killing, ruthlessness, and recklessness, these are all labels that people put on Zhu Sanfeng.

Even if it is the Ming army, even if it is Zhu Zhanyi's prince guard, when they hear Zhu Sanfeng's voice, almost all of them are the kind of voice that makes people feel scared when they hear it, with a somewhat neutral voice.

But it wasn't until today that they discovered that this female demon would be like a normal woman when she spoke normally...... Graceful.

"I'm not a clean person." As soon as Zhu Sanfeng spoke, Zhu Zhanyan sighed deeply.

Qian Yong and Jian Xiao are men, and the pain in their hearts can be easily healed, but Zhu Sanfeng is different.

For a long time, Zhu Zhan Yan always felt that Zhu Sanfeng had not come out of the shadows, because as a person who had helped Zhu Sanfeng, Zhu Zhan Yan knew what kind of person Zhu Sanfeng was and what kind of voice he was before going to the Americas.

Now it seems...... Really.

"I'm just like you, I'm an ordinary person, maybe in your hearts, I'm a poor person, but I'm actually a lucky person."

"Once, relying on the mercy of His Royal Highness the Prince, I saved me and my family from fire and water, and for this alone, I was luckier than many people."

"I am willing to do things for His Royal Highness, even if it is to become a woman that everyone spurns."

"But in the same way, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World values me very much, and I have become a person who many women in the world look up to, but cannot do."

"Now, His Royal Highness the Prince has been plotting for seven years, and the reason why I am being a striker is to relieve the hatred in my heart."

"Timur, Uthman, two places I will never forget, today, I wish Sanfeng ......"

As he spoke, Zhu Sanfeng took off his pocket, took out the saber at his waist, deeply cut the palm of his left hand, and raised it above his head.

Click, click, click......

Drops of blood slowly fell on the top of Zhu Sanfeng's head, and then slowly flowed down her hair and cheeks.

Sketch out a ...... A terrifying face.

(End of chapter)