Han Du pondered and nodded. With the camp's defense, this record was not outstanding, it could only be said to be average.
"My lord, you don't know how shocked those indigenous people were. All the indigenous people were frightened and ran away without looking back. From then on, they never dared to start a firearms camp again." Zhu Zhanjiyue said. The more excited he gets, the more he dances as if he is on the battlefield.
"Since you are so powerful, you should have wiped out the natives long ago. Why did you ask the Ming Dynasty for help?" The contrast between Zhu Zhanji before and after was so great that Han Du couldn't help but be suspicious of what he said.
"I heard that the God of Thunder was made by my father-in-law. Doesn't he still know the reason? Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and stared at Han Du with his eyes.
The reason for this would be fine if it was Han Du's unintentional act, but if it was intentional, then this person's thoughts would be too terrifying.
After hearing this, Han Du smiled knowingly and understood that Zhu Di was out of bullets.
A divine thunderbolt without bullets is no different from a fire stick. There weren't many bullets available to him back then, and they were all used up during the rebellion.
At the beginning, several transport brigade captains sent bullets to Zhu Di, and Yan Jun's bullets were quite sufficient. But after Han Du guarded Xuzhou, Zhu Di never got a bullet again.
The daily siege costs a lot, and Zhu Di's little inventory is quickly used up. As a last resort, Zhu Di chose to dig up the Yellow River and flood Xuzhou.
Having tasted what it was like to have a thunderbolt but no bullets, Zhu Di would certainly remember this moment forever. So before going to America, he begged Zhu Biao and wanted to give him a large number of bullets.
Originally Zhu Biao
He was unwilling to give it, but he couldn't resist Zhu Di's pleading, claiming that America was full of barbarians, and if he didn't have enough strength to protect himself, he would rather die in the Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Biao was still too kind, considering that the Fire Dragon Cannon had just shocked the world. Even if Zhu Di had bullets, he couldn't resist, so he gave Zhu Di all the weapons bureau's inventory.
Of course, Zhu Biao also kept an eye on it, loading the divine thunder gun on the ship first, and waited until Zhu Di seemed to leave before officially handing the bullet to him.
Zhu Di brought enough thunderbolts and bullets, but after so many years in America, he could not withstand such consumption.
In fact, Zhu Di originally wanted Zhu Biao to give him some craftsmen from the Ordnance Bureau, but due to Han Du's desperate opposition, he failed.
Han Du couldn't help but feel lucky now. Fortunately, he didn't give the craftsman to Zhu Di, otherwise the Ming Dynasty might not have any means to restrain him now.
As for Zhu Di's oath, Han Du never believed it. Not to mention it is an empty oath, even if it is written down in black and white, if one day the strength of Xin Ming exceeds that of Da Ming, will it be torn up?
"So, you come back this time not only to buy slaves, but also to buy bullets?" Han Du smiled blankly.
Zhu Zhanji's heart suddenly tightened. Judging from Han Du's expression that he had expected this, he understood that this was his deliberate design.
In the past, I heard Grandpa Huang say more than once that Han Du was as clever and cunning as a fox, but Zhu Zhanji had never experienced it personally. Feeling it now in person made him feel cold all over in an instant.
From the moment they make the divine thunderbolt, they prepare to use bullets to clamp it down. What kind of far-reaching plan is this?
"Hahaha..." Zhu Zhanji
Seeing doubts in Han Du's eyes, he quickly laughed to cover it up.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Han Du, "My lord, the emperor has agreed to this."
"You mean, I can't control it?" Han Du chuckled and raised his eyes to look at the people moving on the street in the distance.
The smile on Zhu Zhanji's face disappeared quickly, and anyone could understand the meaning of Han Du's words. He kept emboldening himself in his heart. He did not believe that Han Du could disobey the emperor's will.
"Does the Emperor still agree to your recruitment of academy students?" Han Du turned around and asked.
Without waiting for Zhu Zhanji to answer, Han Du said calmly: "I can ignore other things, but recruiting academy students is not an option!"
The stern look in Zhu Zhanji's eyes flashed away, and he sneered: "You should tell the emperor what you said."
Han Du had a faint smile on his face and looked into Zhu Zhanji's eyes in silence.
"The Emperor agrees, but I don't allow it!"
A sigh lingered in Zhu Zhanji's ears, like the gentlest spring breeze, but turned into the strongest shackles the moment it reached his ears.
Zhu Zhanji walked to Prince Yan's Mansion in despair.
The guard at the door saw it and rushed to greet him.
"Your Highness!"
Zhu Zhanji didn't react at all.
The guard noticed something was wrong and called out quickly.
"Your Highness..."
"Your Highness..."
"Your Highness..."
But Zhu Zhanji turned a deaf ear to these voices next to him, and just walked into the study step by step. He sat slumped on the chair, tilting his head to look at the sunlight streaming in through the window, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.
A group of people stood at the door, but no one dared
walk into.
"Your Highness, what's going on?"
"Yes, there is something wrong with His Highness looking like this!"
"His Royal Highness is entering the palace today to ask for an audience with the Emperor, that's not the case!!!"
The person who spoke was instantly shocked by what he said, and the others were trembling as if they were waking up from a dream.
"Quick, go and ask for Mr. Dai."
The Mr. Dai known to everyone is Zhu Zhanji’s teacher Dai Lun.
In fact, Zhu Zhanji's attitude towards this teacher was not very good, because when he was in Peking, Dai Lun would always report to Zhu Gaochi. This time made Zhu Zhanji very disgusted with Dai Lun, and even held a grudge in his heart.
But as great changes occurred in Prince Yan's palace one after another, before he could recover, Grandpa Huang brought his whole family to America.
From the prosperous Peiping to the desolate America, Zhu Zhanji once couldn't accept such a huge gap.
Without fine clothes and fine food, sometimes they even had no time to eat a mouthful of coarse rice, so they had to pick up their swords and mount their horses to fight against the intrusion and sneak attack of the natives. Every day is either in battle or on the road to battle.
But it was during this period that Zhu Zhanji's attitude towards Dai Lun changed miraculously. He gradually discovered that although Darren's snitching behavior still disgusted him, he had to admit that Darren was indeed a very talented person.
Although he doesn't speak well, Darren's opinions are very original.
The relationship between the two began to ease from then on, and now they are getting along very harmoniously.
After getting the news about Zhu Zhanji from the guard, Dai Lun hurried over.
Dai Lun is tall and a typical Shandong native. If he were not wearing civil official attire, I am afraid that everyone who saw him would regard him as
Consider him a fierce general.
However, he looks average and even a little ugly, which is one of the reasons why Zhu Zhanji didn't like him at first.
