"Stop!"

Seeing that Zhu Fan was in front of Mr. Lin and fought against Lan Yu, he felt that he couldn't get over his face, so he hurriedly stopped him:

"Lan Yu is a rude soldier, he doesn't understand the rules, you accept Confucian etiquette every day, don't you understand?"

"Don't stop it yet!"

Listening to the prince's words, Zhu Fan scratched his head in annoyance and reluctantly stopped his movements.

Although Lan Yu is the house slave of his Zhu family, he is still the uncle of the crown princess, and the prince has to call him uncle, so he has to give the eldest brother some face!

It depends on the owner to beat the dog!

When Zhu Zhang'an was separated, Zhu Biao bowed down and arched his hand to Lin Che, with an apologetic expression:

"I'm sorry Mr. Lin!"

"My subordinates are not sensible, and they speak disrespectfully to you, which makes you laugh!"

"As for the second brother's temperament, he has always been rude, you must know it, and when I go home, I will strictly discipline my father."

"I hope that Mr. will not have opinions because of the recklessness of his subordinates and second brother."

"Thank you in advance!"

on this.

Lin Che smiled indifferently, he didn't feel any discomfort at Lan Yu and Zhu Fan's rudeness, but felt that both of them had a military style, and he waved his hand:

"It's fine!"

"Lan Zhuangshi is a person in the army, and Wei Guogong's status in the army is unmatched, we said something unfavorable to Wei Guogong, which caused dissatisfaction. Or make a little emotion, it's normal! ”

"I didn't take that to heart!"

"On the contrary, I understand it!"

Lin Che said magnanimously, seeing that Lin Che had no intention of blaming, Zhu Biao relieved himself.

He first thanked Lin Che, then looked at Lan Yu who fell to the ground, and said with a dark face:

"Let me say, how did my father explain to you before, can't you follow Mr. Lin and learn etiquette and mathematics?"

"Kneel there from now on, listen!"

"If there is another nonsense, get out of here immediately, and go back to my father if you have anything to say!"

Lan Yu is also a high-ranking general in the army, and he is arrogant in the army, but there is His Majesty's command in front, and now it is the prince's reprimand, even if there are a hundred unconvinced, in the face of the most powerful emperor and prince of the Ming Dynasty, they dare not show it.

Especially the crown prince is rarely angry!

The prince is usually gentle and pure, with kind eyebrows, but he is ruthless and resolute in his bones, which is comparable to that of His Majesty.

Although he is the uncle of the crown princess, he and the prince have a monarch relationship outside, even if it is muddy, it is still clear.

Before, he looked down on Lin Che and thought that he was just a scholar.

The establishment of the Ming Dynasty was fought by these generals and soldiers.

And these readers, except for selling some articles, are useless.

But from His Majesty, to the Crown Prince, and even His Royal Highness King Qin, who is also as rude as himself, they all have great respect for this Mr. Lin.

Lan Yu is not a fool, of course, he also sees the way.

At this moment, he finally coaxed!

"Thank you, Childe!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

Zhu Biao turned his head and said to Lin Che with a smile:

"Sir, no one bothers anymore, you continue!"

"There is one thing I don't really understand, why Mr. can predict the outcome of the battle before it starts, how did you do it, Sir!"

"Please sir!"

On the side, Zhu Fan was busy adding tea and pouring water into Lin Che's cup, and at the same time he also wanted to know:

"Yes! Sir..."

"Didn't I win a lot of victories in the previous Northern Expeditions of the Ming Dynasty?"

"From driving the Northern Yuan out of Beiping, and then annihilating the Northern Yuan iron cavalry on the grassland, capturing tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, intercepting countless livestock, and piling up all kinds of materials, why did the troops rise more this time, but did not capture it?"

"The Northern Yuan army is weakening and its strength is damaged, and my Ming has 200,000 elite troops, and there are even the world's number one generals pressing the formation, so I won't get nothing..."

Zhu Fan said this, incomprehensible disturbance:

"Sir, no matter from which point of view, my Da Ming should win a big victory this time, because this time my Da Ming's advantage is too obvious, I really don't know where the defeat will be!"

"The student is dull, please teach me!"

Hearing this, Lin Che picked up a full cup of tea, blew it gently, and then said:

"What you are talking about is the advantage of the Ming Dynasty!"

"But, how much do you know about Beiyuan?"

"How much do you know about Nell, the head coach of the Northern Yuan?"

"And how much do you know about the vast steppes and endless deserts of Mongolia?"

Lin Che asked three questions in a row to the Zhu brothers, Zhu Biao pondered, but Zhu Fan stood up:

"Sir, I know some."

"Nell doesn't spend this... Let's know a little, he is the pioneer officer under Wang Baobao, the first general of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and has fought against the late Kaiping King many times in the past, and has rarely won under the Kaiping King, although he is also a person who can fight well, but as a commander, and Wang Baobao's strength is far from the same. ”

"The last time I was violently beaten by General Xu, the general had the intention to surrender, but he didn't succeed!"

"It's a hard bone, but it's not enough for a general to beat!"

The words fell.

Lin Che saw Zhu Fan looking at himself hesitantly, worried about his criticism, and couldn't help but smile:

"That's a good point!"

"It seems that you also know something about Beiyuan!"

"Although it's still very one-sided, it shows that you have put your heart into it!"

"As you just said, Nell Buhua is also a general, although he is not as good as the famous general Wang Baobao, but this guy has very hard bones, which is one of them."

Lin Che took a sip of tea and continued:

"Second, Nerbuhua is a Mongolian Tartar, extremely familiar with the steppe, and his subordinates are all Mongolian elite cavalry, and their fighting style is erratic, and when they encounter the main force of the Ming army, they often avoid fighting without fighting, or make short contact, and then retreat on all fronts."

"On the grassland, they are familiar with the terrain and the style of play, even if they can't beat the Ming Dynasty, they can often drag the Ming down."

"Third, the grassland is the home of the Mongolian iron cavalry, and it can solve the problem of grain and grass anytime and anywhere, but the Ming Dynasty can't do it, so it can only lengthen the supply line, even reaching more than 1,000 miles, which is easy to become the target of Nair's attack."

"In order to protect the baggage, the Ming Dynasty often spends a lot of troops to protect along the way, which is the most terrifying!"

After a pause, Lin Che's eyes deepened:

"On the grassland, Nell Buhua is at home, and I am Daming away."

"The two armies clashed, and ten times Nell could be defeated nine times, but the Ming army could not be defeated once!"

"Defeat could be a complete fiasco!"

"What's more, not to mention defeating the battle, even if you don't win, it's a defeat for Daming... In this way, the two are completely different in terms of mentality. ”

"If Nell loses, he can retreat to the hinterland of the grassland, or even to the barren land of Mobei."

"When the Ming army retreats, Nell can regroup and make a comeback."

"But these are unimaginable for the Ming army, the supply is not enough, and it is unknown whether it can cross the desert, let alone annihilate Nair!"

"Nair doesn't need to do anything else, just avoid the war, and drag the Ming army to death!"

(End of chapter)