Guangwu Town, the old camp of the Ming army

Zhu Di sat on the Jinluan chair and rubbed his eyebrows: "Your fourth uncle, is there any news?"

Zhu Zhanji, the emperor's grandson, was serving on the side, and when he heard the emperor speak, he said cautiously: "Not yet, but my grandson thinks that the fourth uncle can be so brave in Annan, and there will be no accident if he wants to go to Mobei."

"Annan, can Annan compare with Mobei?" Zhu Di let out a long sigh, "Mongols, old neighbors, I have been fighting with them since I was young. Having fought with them all my life, I know the Mongols and the desert very well. In the twenty-third year of Hongwu, when I was thirty years old, I became the commander for the first time, and led the soldiers into the desert, traveled thousands of miles, braved the wind and snow, and ate sand in the desert for several months. The slightest mistake in the process could have left me buried under the sand forever. Your fourth uncle is only in his twenties, and after all, he is not a few years older than you, he is still too young."

To be honest, Zhu Di now regrets it in his heart.

He actually really agreed, and asked King Qi to take 800 people to fight the striker, and collide with Wara's iron cavalry head-on.

In the national fortune simulation, King Qi seems to be omnipotent, a perfect person, brave and strategic, able to fight well, and has a good character (this is doubtful).

But at that time, King Qi was a fifty-year-old veteran, and he was at the peak of both qualifications and experience.

And the current King Qi is just a young player who has just debuted.

If King Qi is allowed to sink into the sand here, and the Ming Dynasty loses its pillars, Zhu Di really regrets it.

Although he has four sons, except for King Qi, the remaining three sons have some problems.

The eldest prince, Zhu Gaochi, died one year after inheriting the throne, no, not even a year, only ten months in power. The most important thing is that the descendants of the boss are not angry, and there is a Warat student army defeated and humiliated the country.

Not to mention the second Han King Zhu Gaoxu, the Han King ascended the throne, and the whole family suffered, almost overturning the Ming Dynasty.

The third Zhao Wang, Zhu Gaosui, cannot be said to be unintelligent, but when he encounters a major event, he will be confused. And this rebel has a bad resume of "wanting to kill his father", which is really annoying.

In such a comparison, it seems that King Qi is even more majestic.

Not only can he fight, he has a smart brain, but he also has a long life and can live, until he was more than seventy years old, and then he fell on the road to sew and mend the town of Daming and the country.

"Hooray! King Qi is back!"

At this moment, the guard general Fan Zhong ran over happily.

"The fourth is back? Where is he?" Zhu Di got up suddenly, didn't care about the others, and said loudly, "Quick, take me to see him!"

Fan Zhong hugged his fists and said, "Long live, King Qi is in the old camp."

……

In the old camp, a group of generals looked at Zhu Gaoxian in surprise.

Wori, did King Qi really come back alive?

Could it be that this kid went to the country for a circle, and then he was so frightened that he ran back quickly without even talking to the Warats?

Zhu Di walked into the old camp and saw that Zhu Gaoxian was safe and sound, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good to come back."

He didn't expect King Qi to make much contribution, but when he saw King Qi come back safely, his heart became much more steady.

Only once can one know how precious it is.

Zhu Di didn't think in his heart that King Qi could come back alive.

"My son is fortunate not to be dishonored!" The corners of Zhu Gaoxian's mouth rose, and he hugged his fists and said, "Erchen encountered a large cavalry force of the Warat people hundreds of miles south of the Yuqu River, and the details of the battle have been reported by Chi Rong, the commander of the 3,000 battalion and the deputy general of the Fengzi battalion.

"Huh?" Zhu Di was a little confused, "You encountered Wara's ...... A large force of cavalry?"

Zhu Gaoxian nodded and said, "Yes, the cavalry unit led by the Mongolian prime minister and the king of Wara Anle himself."

Now, Zhu Gaoxian has retaken over the body.

Huo Quzhi was only interested in fighting, and he didn't want to get involved in the rest, and now that the war was over, he would do it again

Go back to the world of your mind and touch the fish.

But there is no problem, Huo Quzhi and Zhu Gaoxian are the same person, but they are just the main and secondary personalities.

"Are you sure?" Zhu Di was a little suspicious.

Not only him, but also the people in the camp are now suspecting that King Qi is bragging.

You're only 800 people, and you've encountered a large cavalry force of the Warats, and you can still come back alive?

And the term "large cavalry force" is also worth considering.

How many people are these "big stocks"?

Five hundred?

Two hundred?

Or more than a dozen people?

The battle you fought in the desert was not seen by anyone except the people in your Fengzi camp, and you bragged casually.

"Chirong!" Zhu Gaoxian shouted outside the camp.

Immediately, the sturdy Mongolian man walked in, and not only that, but he also had an old acquaintance of Zhu Di, one of the three kings of Warat, Bald Polo.

"Father, this man is the Bald Polo of Warat, the King of Anle."

Zhu Gaoxian said slowly, "In this battle, Erchen led 800 horsemen from the Fengzi battalion to break the troops led by King Anle of Wara, beheaded a total of 4,742 and captured 822 people, including King Anle of Warat, a total of 72 nobles and generals, and seized a number of treasures, talismans, gold and silver seals and letters, including the camel button gold seal of King Anle. In addition, there are more than 5,000 war horses, cattle, sheep, and camels, and 3,422 pairs of armor and stomachs......

Among them, the captives have been escorted to the camp to wait for their release, and the beheaded Warats have been loaded into carts and pulled back to the camp for counting."

It was like a stone thrown into a pond and caused an uproar!

The generals and martial artists in the old camp couldn't sit still, they really couldn't believe that this thing was true.

Are you kidding!

Can 800 people achieve such a result?

More than 4,700 beheaded, more than 800 captured?

Did the Warats kneel on the ground and let you cut off your head?

Is this how the battle was fought?!

They seriously suspected that Zhu Gaoxian was bragging, but they had no evidence.

They have no evidence, but Zhu Gaoxian has solid evidence.

The severed heads of the Warats, the captives of the Warats, the gold and silver seals seized, the oxen, the sheep, the camels, and ...... and the Bald Polo of King Warat Anle, who was escorted to the old camp, are undoubtedly the best proof.

"Thief! You little thief!" Spit on Zhu Gaoxian at the bald Polo, "You play a trick and take advantage of the demonic wind to attack me, don't talk about martial arts!"

Zhu Gaoxian's face was calm and there was no excuse.

Soldiers, treacherous ways.

The vultures only saw the Wind Word Battalion raid the Warat camp by wind and sand, but they didn't see the Wind Word Camp travel hundreds of miles to march, from the scorching sun of the day to the biting cold of the night, even though the food and water were out of water, they still endured despair, and waited for the best time to suddenly attack!

Losers, no matter how much they justify, are quibbles.

The victor will step on the bones of the loser and stand on the top of the mountain to enjoy the scenery from above.

What's more, Bald Polo is not an upright person.

He threw out the bait and wanted to ambush the Ming army, but was killed by Huo Quai.

And the Bald Polo is now just incompetent and furious because of his failure.

He hates,

Hate why the winner is not himself.