Civil Fort!

These three words were instantly deeply imprinted into the hearts of the princes of heaven.

Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji, the kings of Shoucheng who didn't fight much, may not know that Tumubao is such a small fortress on the northern defense line.

But Lao Zhu, Xu Da and several Zhu Di are all masters who have been fighting with the Mongols all year round, and they naturally know the terrain of the north well.

Even after Lao Zhu opened the country, he never conquered the grassland in person.

But during the Northern Expedition during the Hongwu period, he personally planned every route of the troops, so although he did not personally go north, he was already familiar with every stronghold on the northern expedition route.

"Superior, that's not right."

Xu Da's brows furrowed, and he whispered in Lao Zhu's ear.

"Tumu Fort is only a few dozen miles away from Juyong Pass, how can the remnant Yuan fight here?"

In the eyes of Wei Guogong, who swept through the Northern Yuan, this is simply an incredible thing.

Lao Zhu also frowned.

"Let's hear from our brother first."

On the other side, Lao Zhu Di's brows were furrowed even tighter, and he always felt that something was not quite right.

His first two Northern Expeditions had already expanded the territory of the Ming Dynasty to Sakhalin Island, and this civil fort could be regarded as the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty, how could there be a large-scale battle in the civil fort?

Ji Boying swept everyone around, their expressions in their eyes, and said lightly.

"In our first practical observation class, the research object is Zhu Qizhen, and we analyze the changes in the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty from Zhu Qizhen."

"And about Zhu Qizhen's legendary life, it can be summed up in the following five words, listen carefully."

Taking a breath, Ji Boying paused for a moment.

"The god of war of the Ming Dynasty, called the Son of Heaven, the student of Wara, the emperor of the gate, and the Baozong."

As soon as the five words came out, except for the first Ming God of War, it was obvious that the princes of heaven didn't understand it very well.

"First, let's explain the first word."

"In the fourteenth year of orthodoxy, on the fifteenth day of August, the battle of Tumubao was fought."

When the battle of Tumubao fell, it can be seen that whether it is Lao Zhu or Lao Zhu Di and others, their faces are excited, and they straighten their backs to listen, for fear of missing this glorious moment.

"Wara also first butchered the knife, the three major battalions in the capital, and the 200,000 Ming elites were all lost."

"British Gong Zhang Fu, Chengguo Gong Zhu Yong, Taining Hou Chen Ying, Horse Governor Jing Yuan, Military Department Shangshu Kuang Yu, Household Department Shangshu Wang Zuo, Left Attendant Cao Nai, Criminal Department Right Attendant Lang Ding Xuan, Right Attendant of the Ministry of Works, Zhu Yonghe, Right Deputy of the Metropolitan Inspection Yuan, Imperial Shi Deng Li, and other 52 noble ministers, all died in the chaos."

"Zhu Qizhen, the son of the Great Tomorrow, was captured by the Chinese army."

"This is, the Great Ming God of War."

When the words fell, the entire main hall of the Drunken Immortal Building was as silent as ink, and even the buzzing sound of the newborn mosquitoes looking for their mother could be clearly heard in their ears.

After Ji Boying finished speaking in one breath, he did not continue to speak, but sat back on the Taishi chair.

took the hot tea presented by Xiyu, picked up the tea lid, blew the white air, and took a sip.

He knows that the cruel truth often takes a certain amount of time to digest, especially if there are false expectations in advance.

"We, we..."

After a short silence, Lao Zhu's chest began to rise and fall extremely, and he opened his mouth a few times, but he didn't finish this sentence.

The 200,000 elites accumulated over the decades were lost, and more than 50 important ministers and nobles died in the chaos, and they became prisoners of the ...... as the son of the great tomorrow!

Any one of them can make Lao Zhu vomit blood, let alone three things happening together.

Thinking of the eight words "Daming God of War, invincible" written by himself in his sleeve last night and ready to be given to Zhu Qizhen, old Zhu Dun felt a hot pain in his face, and he really wanted to smoke a few ear scrapers.

"We're going to cut this guy!"

In this sentence, Lao Zhu said that he was gritting his teeth.

'Smack'!

Old Zhu Di slapped the table and stood up, with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Such a waste, not worthy of my Yongle children and grandchildren!"

Xiao Zhu Si, Zhu Lao Si, Lao Zhu Di, among the three Zhu Di, only Lao Zhu Di's Yongle period experienced the real northern expedition to Mobei, and it was the Son of Heaven's personal expedition.

With the power of the Yongle Emperor, he forcibly broke Mongolia into three petals, sent the Ming Dynasty's control territory north to Sakhalin Island, and set up the Nurgan Dusi, which controlled the entire northeast region.

The Warat, Tatar, and Uliangha that were split from Mongolia were under the authority of the old Zhu Di, and they had no grass to eat, so they could only eat fart.

The reason why Lao Zhu Di worked so hard, not hesitating to fight for his sick body, but also forcibly launched the Northern Expedition, was to let his children and grandchildren no longer suffer from the invasion of the grassland tribes, and to let these grassland Tartars kneel in front of the Ming Dynasty and sing about conquest.

And Lao Zhu Di did it, in the era of Emperor Yongle, whether it was Tatar or Wara, he could only be obediently a grandson in front of the Ming Dynasty, and he didn't dare to say more.

But this is only too many teenagers, from the twenty-second year of Yongle to the fourteenth year of orthodoxy, it is only more than 20 years old, the power of Yongle is scattered, the offense and defense are completely out of place, and the son of tomorrow ran to the tent to sing and conquer.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and Lao Zhu Di punched it down again, and the table was about to crack.

'Also first. ’

Old Zhu Di noticed what Ji Boying said in his words, and he remembered that when he was discussing the Northern Expedition the day before yesterday, his second child had mentioned this dehuan son who had the image of an eagle and a wolf.

I didn't expect it to be a prophecy!

Old Zhu Di made up his mind in his heart to wait until the end of the conquest to launch the Northern Expedition as soon as possible and personally conquer Mobei.

And the purpose of this Northern Expedition is also simple, to beat the war to death, especially to hammer the son of Dehuan to death first, and strangle it in the bud.

"Grandpa, I'm so angry..."

Yongle Zhu Zhanji just spoke.

Old Zhu Di's knife-like fierce light came and scared this Yongle Xiao Zhu to the point that his neck shrank.

Yongle Xiaozhu and Hongxi Xiaozhu, although these two are a little embarrassed, they are somewhat aggrieved, after all, in the time and space where they are, Zhu Qizhen has not yet been born.

But Emperor Xuande, at this time, lowered his head and did not dare to raise it at all.

Because, he gave birth.

In his Xuande Dynasty, Zhu Qizhen was not only nine years old, but he had already been made the crown prince, and he almost ascended the throne.

He felt that the eyes of these fathers and grandfathers in different time and space, as well as the grandfather, fell on him.

As if to say: What kind of cannon are you kid firing? He should have been thrown against the wall back then!

"There are direct and indirect reasons for the change of Tumubao."

"Before we officially set off, I will take a moment to explain to you the indirect causes, which are also the background of the change in the civil fort."

Ji Boying's eyes swept over these princes of heaven who were still immersed in anger, and continued to speak.

He mentioned the civil fort, not only to arouse their anger, but to let these princes see the essence through the changes of the civil fort, see the erosion of the system, and then reform the system to prevent it in the future, so as to prolong the national ancestry.

"The direct cause is Zhu Qizhen."

"And indirect causes."

Ji Boying's gaze swept over the two slightly embarrassed Yongle Xiaozhu and Hongxi Xiaozhu, and finally landed on Emperor Xuande, who lowered his head.

"It's Zhu Zhanji."