Like a grain of fire falling into the dry grass. Invisible flames spread to both sides as the fast horse galloped.
"General, great victory in Yuerhai..."
"It is useless to destroy Yuan Ting and capture..."
When some people heard this, they tore off their headscarves and ran around to tell each other.
When a scholar heard this, he immediately stopped reciting poems and composing poems, suddenly dropped his pen and ink and walked to the street. He didn't care even if his green shirt was stained by ink.
When some merchants heard this, they were so excited that they jumped up and down, with their hands spread out and claws showing nowhere to rest.
"The Ming Dynasty wins!"
"The Ming Dynasty wins!"
"The Ming Dynasty wins!"
Everyone, whether they are scholars, farmers, or businessmen, are shouting the same voice at this moment. Millions of people in the capital shouted in unison, which was earth-shattering.
Lao Zhu stood on the high platform and suddenly heard the noise outside the palace city getting louder and louder.
He frowned. After getting older, Lao Zhu became less interested in excitement. On the contrary, he now prefers silence. It is precisely because of this that even when Zhu Biao is following Lao Zhu, he tries not to take the initiative to speak. He will answer whatever Lao Zhu asks him.
The noise outside the palace city came so suddenly that Lao Zhu felt a faint bad feeling in his heart, fearing that something big had happened.
Lao Zhu said nothing and looked back at the old eunuch.
The old eunuch understood the situation and quickly bowed and said softly: "I will go and find out."
After saying that, the emperor nodded slightly. The old eunuch turned around quickly. The old man's footsteps were as fast as a duck, and he ran down the steps faster than a young man to inquire.
Not long after, the old eunuch came back. Although he left quickly, he came back even faster now.
Holding a military report in his hand, he ran quickly and shouted: "The emperor is very happy, a great victory in fishing..."
Hearing the word "great victory", a smile quickly appeared on Lao Zhu's stern face.
"The general hastened for eight hundred miles, and won a great victory in Yuerhai. He destroyed the Yuan Dynasty and captured him without any calculation..."
The old eunuch ran to Lao Zhu like a breeze and handed the general's report respectfully.
Although the great victory made Lao Zhu happy, the Ming Dynasty was at the peak of its military power. The Northern Expeditions in recent years had more victories than defeats. If he really received military reports of a defeat, Lao Zhu would be surprised. The victorious army Not surprising.
But when Lao Zhu suddenly heard "It's useless to destroy Yuan Ting and capture him", his eyes suddenly widened. Feeling happy and excited, he grabbed the military newspaper from the old eunuch's hand. I opened it and took a look. It was indeed Lan Yu's handwriting, and then I continued to read.
Zhu Biao was very excited when he heard the news, but now that his father was checking the military report, he couldn't disturb him. He could only suppress the waves of excitement in his chest.
"Hahaha, good! Good! Good!"
Lao Zhu had always been indifferent to his emotions and anger, but now he was laughing constantly and even shouted good for Lan Yu three times in a row.
Even Zhu Biao had never seen his father so happy several times.
"Lanyu is really my Wei Qing and Li Jing." Lao Zhu exhaled a long breath of excitement, feeling a lump in his chest.
See Zhu Biao eagerly
Looking at himself, he casually handed the general report to Zhu Biao.
Although Lao Zhu often described him as a commoner, he became a powerful figure in the world in fifteen years and talked about it. But he himself knew very well that although the Ming Dynasty was founded, the Meng Yuan Dynasty was not completely wiped out. They just retreated to the grassland. As long as Meng Yuan regains his strength, he can send his troops south at any time and compete with the Ming Dynasty again for life and death.
As the Ninth Five Emperor, Lao Zhu is aloof, but there is one regret that has been lingering in his heart, that is, he cannot completely destroy Beiyuan.
The grassland is too vast, stretching thousands of miles from east to west and thousands of miles from north to south. Moreover, the farther you go to Mobei, the worse the weather becomes. It is difficult for the Ming army to adapt to it. Even the Mongolian people are not willing to go to the extreme north. And go.
In addition to the climate, there are also long supply lines that limit the Ming Dynasty's conquest of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.
Anyway, the further north you go, the more out of reach the Ming Dynasty becomes. The Meng Yuan people were also beaten with bruises and swollen faces by Lao Zhu. As soon as they learned that the Ming Dynasty was starting the Northern Expedition again, they ran faster than rabbits and retreated with their heads down.
After the Ming Dynasty had to retreat due to problems with food and grass supplies, they returned to their original positions.
For so many years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the days of the Meng Yuan Dynasty have been like this. Although Lao Zhu's several Northern Expeditions seemed to have defeated the Bei Yuan one after another, they really did not have a big impact on the Bei Yuan. Only last year's defeat of Nahachu and complete occupation of the Liaohe River in Liaodong could be considered a fruitful Northern Expedition.
As he grows older, Lao Zhu feels that he is getting older day by day. The more this happens, the more worried he becomes about Bei Yuan. I'm afraid that one day, Zhu Biao relaxes his attack on Beiyuan and allows them to recover their strength, then Ming Dynasty will really be in danger.
It's better now. Lao Zhu's long-term worries were finally solved by Lan Yu.
To destroy the Yuan Dynasty, although the pseudo-Yuan emperor was not captured, it was enough to kill all the officials of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. A court without central officials, even if the emperor is still there, will be unable to support itself.
Even if Beiyuan recruits more officials, it cannot be accomplished overnight. It is unknown how many disputes and internal fights occurred before the Northern Yuan court could be restored. Is it not easy to fill the shortage of middle- and high-level officials by promoting lower-level officials?
There are differences between high and low official positions, and there are fat and thin people in the same position. Everyone is unwilling to succumb to others and wants to strive for a high position. In the past, they were naturally suppressed by those above. But now everyone is of similar qualifications and strength. Why should I let you step on me? superior? If you are not careful, the Northern Yuan Dynasty may become infighting.
Therefore, Lan Yu's battle will make it difficult for Beiyuan to recover for at least twenty years. With better luck, it may even fall apart.
"Okay, the fight was great. Uncle, this battle is simply unprecedented." Zhu Biao's hand holding the military newspaper couldn't help but tremble with excitement. While holding the military newspaper heavily, he kept clenching his fists in the void. Pounding down, it was as if he had experienced the battle of Yuerhai with empathy.
Lan Yu's tactics in this battle were not surprising, but the results were too great. A court like the Beiyuan Dynasty, which was not inferior to the Central Plains Dynasty, was almost wiped out by him, and all his achievements were accomplished in one battle. With such results, no one has dared to compare with Lan Yu since ancient times.
Lao Zhu smiled and nodded, the blood in his heart boiling endlessly, making him feel like he was twenty years younger.
"Biao'er, go and get ready.
Lan Yu should be canonized as the Duke of the country. The day when his teacher returns to the court will be the time for the canonization. "
"Yes, father. My uncle has made such extraordinary achievements, and no one can reward him without being a prince." Zhu Biao also laughed happily.
Such merit is not inferior to that of Xu Da who conquered Dadu. Once Lan Yu is named the Duke of the country, he will naturally become the first person in the army after Xu Da.
Taking advantage of the opportunity that his father was happy, Zhu Biao said something to his advantage, "Father, I have something you don't know whether to say or not?"
"Tell me, what else can't we say?" Lao Zhu waved his hand nonchalantly, indicating that Zhu Biao could say whatever he wanted.
"Father, since the Yuan Dynasty has been defeated, should we recall Han Du back? After all, Bei Yuan's vitality has been severely damaged after this battle. Even if Han Du stays in the grassland and continues to conquer Meng Yuan, it will no longer make much sense. "Zhu Biao was mainly worried about Han Du's safety. He originally had a reason for the Northern Expedition, but Zhu Biao couldn't speak out. Now that Beiyuan has suffered such heavy losses, it is a good opportunity to ask his father to withdraw Han Du.
Since Han Du participated in the Northern Expedition, Anqing has been running towards the East Palace every three days, which makes Zhu Biao extremely annoyed. Now that he had the opportunity to say something, Zhu Biao would not miss it.
Lao Zhu pondered for a moment, stroking his beard and nodding slightly: "You are right, the purpose of this Northern Expedition has been achieved ahead of schedule. Now the news of the collapse of the Yuan Dynasty has probably spread on the grassland, and the Meng Yuan people will definitely retreat. Mobei, then send a message to Lan Yu, Laosi, and Fu Youde to act according to the situation and withdraw slowly."
The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. Even if Lao Zhu wants to withdraw the army, he will not directly issue a death order, but will let a few people make their own decisions based on the situation.
If there are still Mengyuan tribes left on the grassland, if they encounter them, there will naturally be nothing to say and they will be destroyed directly. Anyway, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. Killing one more Meng Yuan people will weaken Bei Yuan's power even more.
Of course, if all the Mongolian people retreated to Mobei, there would be no need for the army to stay in the grassland. After all, the 300,000-strong army consumes a huge amount of food and grass every day.
If you can save a little, you can count on it. After all, being diligent and thrifty has always been the creed that Lao Zhu upholds.
Thinking of Han Du, Lao Zhu couldn't help but sigh:
"I don't know where Han Du is now..."
...
Just when Lao Zhu was talking about Han Du, Han Du was looking at everything in front of him with an extremely ugly face, as if I was dead.
The Shanzi camp marched all the way. Although there was no shortage of food and grass, it was very short of fresh water. There are not many water sources on the grassland, and many water sources have been polluted by the Mongolian people, such as dead sheep.
Fortunately, this was not a problem for Han Du, so he asked people to find clean water sources as much as possible, and boil the water before cooling it down for drinking.
Each soldier of the Shanzi Camp carries a stainless steel shield, which can be used as an iron pot when turned over.
Therefore, although the army is short of water, it can still barely support it and is not at the end of its rope.
Even so, when the army arrived here yesterday, Han Du couldn't help but smile when he saw a river more than three feet wide. The water in this river is so clear that people who went upstream to inquire about it found no dead sheep or cattle.
Feeling happy, Han Du decided to set up camp at a bend in the river and prepare to take a good rest.
