Bagam is Mahamu's only son. Because of his natural intelligence and resourcefulness, he became Mahamu's think tank.
Seeing his favorite son say this, Mahamu nodded, but felt a little headache: "How could Tupolo, a fool with more than 5,000 warriors, be completely annihilated by 800 Ming troops? By the way...what was the name of the man who led the Ming army to defeat Tupolo?"
Bagam pondered for a moment and said: "The man's name is Zhu Gaojie. He is King Qi of the Ming Dynasty and the fourth son of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I heard that although this man is only in his early twenties, he is very strategic and once commanded hundreds of thousands of people in Jiaozhi. The Ming army has won many battles."
For this decisive battle with the Ming Dynasty, the Wala people made a lot of preparations and bribed the Ming people on the border in advance to obtain information about the Ming army generals. King Qi, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, was naturally very conspicuous.
Mahamu looked solemn: "As expected of Emperor Zhu's son, he has accomplished great things at such a young age."
This also gave Mahamu a headache.
Most of the Han princes in the past dynasties were dandies who only knew how to eat, drink, whore and gamble. By the Ming Dynasty, how could this Han prince become so powerful?
Mahamu still remembered that twenty years ago, the princes of the Ming Dynasty took their guards to hunt in Mobei when they had nothing to do. However, the objects they hunted were not wild beasts, but Mongolians. After the hunting is over, these Ming princes will gather together and ask the person who killed the fewest Mongolians to drink.
Those days were almost the darkest years for the Mongols.
After finally getting through those dark years, hey, now I met Emperor Zhu who liked to drive and conquer in person!
The most important thing is...this Emperor Zhu is really good at fighting.
Mahamu took a deep breath, and his face was filled with confidence again: "No matter what, this time, the Ming army will be defeated by us."
He is not a person who only shouts slogans. Mahamu is a very capable veteran who can navigate the cracks and eventually become a great player.
Wala dared to provoke the Ming Dynasty in this way, relying on more than just fascinating courage.
After the Tatar army led by Arutai was defeated by the Ming Dynasty, Mongolia, where Mahamu was located, suffered minimal negative impact. Instead, it took advantage of the weakness of Eastern Mongolia to rise rapidly and gradually became the overlord of the grasslands.
This time, Mahamu prepared a big gift for Daming.
Let the emperor of Ming Dynasty be buried in the Mongolian grassland!
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After Zhu Gaojie led his troops to sweep Tupolo, the Ming army marched straight in, marching from Guangwu Town to the Luqu River. The terrain shifted from desert to grassland, and successfully reached the hometown of the Mongols. The Ming army relied on the fresh water plants by the Luqu River to cheer up their horses, and the soldiers finally recovered from the disadvantage of eating sand in the desert.
Both Wala and Ming were accumulating strength at this time, preparing for the final battle.
This battle will be a decisive battle, one battle will determine the outcome!
Both sides are cautious and every step needs to be carefully calculated. This is not a child's play house. This is a decisive battle involving hundreds of thousands of people. A slight mistake will overturn everything.
Dusk fell, but candlelight was still lit in the old camp of the Ming Army.
Zhu Di sat on the golden chair and looked at the hanging map intently.
"Let King Qi come over." The emperor suddenly said.
Guard General Fan Zhong walked out of the old camp, and after a while, Zhu Gaojie walked in.
"My son, Zhu Gaojie, wishes you the best."
"I am at peace."
Zhu Di waved his hand, signaling Fan Zhong to step back.
In the old camp, only the emperor and King Qi, father and son, were left, and the atmosphere was quiet.
"Have you eaten?" Although Zhu Di was talking to Zhu Gaojie, his eyes were always on the map.
Zhu Gaojie scratched his head: "I ate, but I'm still hungry."
"Foodie." Zhu Di finally looked away from the map and said indifferently, "There is rice on the table. I have no appetite. You can eat it."
Perhaps Zhu Di himself didn't realize that when talking to Zhu Gaojie, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.
Zhu Gaojie was not polite, walked to the table and found the emperor's dinner.
This dinner was quite simple. It only had a large bowl of vegetables and two large white steamed buns. It must have been left for a long time, and the food was already cold.
But Zhu Gaojie didn't mind. He picked up his rice bowl and showed off, and ate most of the adult penis-sized head in one bite.
This guy was eating extremely ferociously, which made Zhu Di, who had no appetite, feel a little hungry.
After a while, Zhu Gaojie wiped out all the emperor's dinner, leaving not a bite for Zhu Di.
"Are you full?" Zhu Di raised his eyebrows.
Zhu Gaojie wiped the corner of his mouth: "Not yet, how about... another bowl?"
Zhu Di finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Get out!
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"okay!"
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Zhu Di really wanted to run away when he saw this kid, so he quickly stopped him: "Come back!"
Zhu Gaojie stopped and said with a grimace, "Do you want me to get out or something?"
"You want to run away after eating everything, do you think this is a brothel?" Zhu Di said angrily, "Come here and work when you are full!"
Zhu Gaojie said aggrievedly: "The key is that I haven't eaten enough either..."
Zhu Di stared at Zhu Gaojie with murderous eyes.
Zhu Gaojie was defeated in Zhu Di's eyes, spread his hands and said, "What kind of work do you want your minister to do for you?"
"Come here." Zhu Di waved and pointed at the map, "Take a look and tell me what you think after reading it."
Zhu Gaojie came over and looked at the hanging map.
On this map, the terrain of the Mongolian grassland, the marching route of the Ming army, and the coordinates of the Oara cavalry encountered were clearly marked...
Zhu Di personally used cinnabar to mark the predicted ambush point at Wala, as well as several future marching routes of the Ming army. The markings were quite accurate.
It has to be said that Zhu Di has so much experience in fighting that even Bai Qi and others in Zhu Gaojie's mind are praising him.
Zhu Gaojie pondered and said: "From the picture, it seems that except for the Batu Polo who was defeated by Erchen, our army has been marching for nearly four months. Even after going deep into the territory of Oara, we have never encountered a large army of Oara people.
Do you suspect... that the Wala people are luring the enemy deeper? "
Zhu Di nodded slightly: "After Tupolo was captured, he explained all the tactics of the Wala people. The main forces of Mahamu and Wala were stationed in Hulanhu, west of the Luqu River. As long as our army makes a sudden attack, If they are unprepared, they will be in chaos."
After hearing this, Zhu Gaojie said categorically: "You are lying!"
Zhu Di looked at Zhu Gaojie with more and more admiration.
From all aspects, King Qi was exactly what he thought.
This is a tacit understanding from the top players. Their minds are united and they are thinking at the same height.
After decades of hard work on the battlefield, Zhu Di was promoted to the ranks of top generals. What surprised him was that Zhu Gaojie was only in his twenties and was already almost the same as him. What a talent!
This also made Zhu Di look forward to it even more. After experiencing the tempering of iron and fire, King Qi during the Chenghua period had reached the peak of military acumen and experience. How terrifying would it be?
Veteran, the older you get the better you become.
