"Your Highness, I am here to apologize to you." The big man with a scar on his face brought a large bowl of wine, gestured to Zhu Su, and drank it on the spot. "What happened before was because my family in Jiujiang was not properly guarded, and that's why you encountered such a big problem..." As he said this, he was about to slap Li Jinglong in the face.
"Brother Bao'er, what are you doing!" Zhu Su hurriedly hugged the big man's hand. "What do you call me, Your Highness? Just call me Xiao Wu. Besides, Jiujiang is also enthusiastic, what does it have to do with him? Didn't he also suffer!"
This big man was none other than the famous general Li Wenzhong, Lao Zhu’s nephew and the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Route Army who had returned from the Northern Expedition.
He was once Lao Zhu's adopted son, and he was also called Bao'er because of his nickname. Therefore, Zhu Su and his brothers all called him Brother Baoer.
"How come it has nothing to do with him? If he hadn't been fooling around and asked those glossy servants to protect you, Xiao Wu, how would those traitors have a chance to do anything evil!" As he spoke, he patted Li Jinglong again and again. "I have left you with elite soldiers who have fought a hundred battles to protect your family. You don't need it, but you have to use those young boys you trained yourself! Those soldiers who accompany you to play house, how can they be called soldiers!"
"A mere three people can't stop you, and they even let someone kidnap your fifth uncle. It's an embarrassment to our family!"
"Dad! Dad!" Li Jinglong covered his head, not daring to hide. His usual cynical and playboy look was gone, leaving only a look of embarrassment. "My son... my son doesn't want to do that either! The elite soldiers you left behind, my son, all stay at home to protect grandpa."
"My son doesn't know that the soldiers he trained are so useless..."
It can only be said that he is worthy of being the first generation war god of the Ming Dynasty. When Zhu Su was studying history in his previous life, he thought that this guy might be purely playing Zhu Yunwen. Looking at his appearance now, I think this possibility is unlikely...
"Don't blame Jiujiang. Jiujiang was standing in front of me at that time." Zhu Su didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If others, perhaps Zhu Su, might have suspected it was an act, Li Wenzhong's beatings were truly merciless. For this matter, it is said that Li Wenzhong went to Lao Zhu Fujing to plead guilty some time ago, but Lao Zhu sent him back. If Zhu Su hadn't been staying in the inner palace these days, he would have come to apologize in person, and it wouldn't have been delayed until today.
Zhu Su was really worried that Li Jinglong would be beaten stupid like this.
After much hard work, Li Wenzhong was held back. Li Jinglong was beaten to tears and looked at Zhu Su's moved face: "Uncle, you are such a good person!"
This guy was really moved. He was obviously older than Zhu Su, but at this moment he had a look of admiration on his face. It seems that Li Wenzhong has tortured this child quite a lot these days...
"Brother Bao'er, the scar on your face..." Zhu Di was usually the best friend with Li Wenzhong. Seeing that he had a new arrow scar on his face, he knew that the situation of the Eastern Route Army in the Northern Expedition must be extremely dangerous, so he couldn't wait to ask. detail.
So Li Wenzhong sat down and told his brothers the story of traveling all the way to Helin in the desert. He said that they almost lost their way in the desert, how the soldiers resisted the bad weather and the endless wolf packs, and how the scouts discovered the enemy's traces. When they finally approached He Lin and found that Bei Yuan had gathered heavy troops, the eyes of this famous Ming general who had experienced hundreds of battles turned red.
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"When we arrived at the Aluhun River, the Beiyuan army gathered more and more. I was fighting on horseback, but I was accidentally knocked off, so I had to dismount and fight on foot. Fortunately, Li Rong gave me the horse, otherwise, I was afraid I would die. It's by the Aluhun River." Li Wenzhong said.
He said it in an understatement, but brothers Zhu Su and Zhu Di felt a strong spirit of war and iron horse coming towards them. Even the coach had arrow marks on his face, his horse had been shot to death, and he dismounted to fight in person, which shows how tragic the battle was at that time. In this way, the Ming Dynasty's East Route Army was able to fight back with all its might, eventually forcing the enemy to the sea and capturing tens of thousands of them.
If it weren't for the lack of military rations and lack of rear strength, the enemy finally gained a foothold. Li Wenzhong might have been able to withstand the disadvantage of the failure of the central route army and forcefully invade Helin with only a partial division to complete the three-pronged army originally planned. The joint battle plan completely destroyed Bei Yuan's ancestral temple in Helin.
This is a famous general who is both wise and brave, but also loyal and humble.
"It was my improper command that caused Xuanning Marquis Cao Liangchen, and the commanders Zhou Xian, Chang Rong, and Zhang Yaojun to all die in battle." Li Wenzhong raised his neck.
After drinking a bowl of wine, he paused heavily on the table. His tone couldn't stop feeling regretful. "They are all the backbone of my Ming army, but they lost their lives because of my fault."
"I, Li Wenzhong, am sorry to them!"
"Brother Bao'er, this is not your fault..." Zhu Di opened his mouth to persuade.
"Wen Zhong, you are also a general who has fought hundreds of battles. How come you don't know that we, as generals, have a heart as solid as stone and regard death as a homecoming? Marquis Xuanning and his companions are already the best destination for them to be wrapped in horse leather, so why is Wen Zhong lamenting here?"
A magnetic voice broke the tragic atmosphere of Li Wenzhong, Zhu Su and others. Zhu Su looked up and saw an elegant-looking middle-aged man holding a wine bottle in his hand and speaking to Li Wenzhong. Beside him, the young master Xu Yungong, whom he had met once before, followed closely. When he saw Zhu Su, he lowered his head unnaturally.
"Xu Shuai!" Li Wenzhong wanted to stand up, but the man stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder with a smile. "I have already handed over my military talisman to both of you, so there is no need to use military titles!"
This man is Xu Da, the current military god of the Ming Dynasty and Duke of Wei.
Zhu Su and others hurriedly stood up and saluted, and Xu Da returned the salutes one by one, even Zhu Di, who had been unhappy before. Zhu Su secretly admired him: Xu Da, who was so famous in history, could achieve a good death in a situation like that in the early Ming Dynasty.
This knowledge of how to deal with people alone is far beyond what other generals can match.
When he saw Zhu Su, a light flashed in Xu Da's eyes, and he quickly smiled and said: "I haven't seen the Fifth Highness for several years, but he has grown so big."
"Quinzi Yungong was taught arithmetic by His Highness, and he is highly respected in the palace. As a parent, I should pay tribute to Your Highness like Quanzi."
"You're welcome, Duke Wei." Zhu Su waved his hand hurriedly. "Young Master Xu and I are of the same age, and you and my family have always been family friends. We are just exchanging knowledge among peers. There is no teaching."
"His Royal Highness King Wu is humble. Your knowledge is profound and Yungong is ashamed of himself. I should thank you for your teaching." Next to Xu Da, Xu Yungong also bowed and thanked him. But after all, he didn't have Xu Da's skill, and his voice seemed a bit dry.
"Brother Xu Shi, you're welcome." Zhu Su quickly gave him a bow. Xu Yungong straightened up and stood behind Xu Da.
Xu Da observed his words and saw that Zhu Su really didn't seem to hold any grudge against Xu Yungong. Xu Da nodded secretly in his heart. He was used to being cautious, and naturally he didn't want his children to bury the hatchet in the hearts of the Zhu family.
He turned his head, smiled at Zhu Su and said, "By the way, I heard from my little girl that His Highness once mentioned the 'three-stage strike' method of the fire gun."
"I dare to ask, where did your highness get this method?"
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