In the vast desert, nomadic peoples mostly live in water and grass, raising cattle and sheep, and raising horses. Men are good at riding horses and hunting. When there are abundant water and grass, they can live and work in peace. When encountering bad years, they will plunder the farming people in the south of the grassland in groups.

Later, people from the south built the Great Wall, and they had an artificial natural chasm, an insurmountable obstacle.

Later, a pride of heaven unified the desert grassland. They rose south, west, and east, conquered large tracts of land, crossed the Great Wall, and occupied the Central Plains.

But there was only one of the prides of heaven, and later it fell apart. Another man who started to break the bowl, took over the destiny from the south, captured their capital, and drove them back to the grassland.

They had the pride of the emperor, and there were also Han people in the south. Their glory was gone. Now the Han emperors have personally led their troops to attack the desert many times, and have reached the land of their generations of animal husbandry cattle and sheep.

They believed in violence, and the strong were respected. They once surpassed the Han people, but now they have become the weak.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river is round.

At dusk today, red lights sprinkled across the desert. The lone eagle flew in the sky, and the eagle's chirping in the sky seemed to sound like a wail. In the red light of the setting sun, a team of mighty cavalry came on the red horse, holding flags and making noises in the wind. The majestic black dragon made the bottom, with the word "Ming" written on it.

The leading young man rode his horse and whipped his whip, his armor was shrouded in the darkness of the setting sun, showing his mighty power. His eyes were like an eagle and falcon, his fingers were drawn, and his horse's hooves were busy.

"kill!!!"

The vanguard of the Ming Dynasty has arrived.

Zhu Zhanji led the elite iron cavalry and the light cavalry advanced. Mahamu's subordinates could never have imagined that the Ming army's cavalry could penetrate deep into the hinterland of the grassland in just over a month.

The unprepared grassland people had no power to fight back when facing the Ming cavalry charge.

The grenade arrived first, and the explosion sounded, and the horses were panicked, making it difficult to even fight on horseback.

A cavalry saw the granary not far away and a fire ignited it.

They used the grassland people's methods to deal with the grassland people, and ran away with surprise attacks. When the grassland people's cavalry were about to chase, they had already run a long distance. The grassland people still knew the truth that the enemy would not pursue. They were afraid of being ambushed and dared not pursue them.

After running for a while, Zhu Zhanji's troops stopped their horses.

"On the view of its scale, His Highness is indeed under the leadership of Mahamu. They have a large number of people and a large number of materials, which is difficult to transfer in a short period of time."

"Send one more person to inform Your Majesty that it is confirmed that it is Mahamu's subordinate. Please come quickly."

This time, Mahamu's base camp was found, and as long as the army was approaching, it would be wiped out in one fell swoop.

Zhu Zhanji was full of confidence. As long as he captured the Mahamu tribe, there would be a major hidden danger in the north of the Ming Dynasty.

They kept observing the Mahamu tribe from the side, but strangely, after being bothered by them once, the other party did not escape from here, nor did they lead their troops to fight them.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Zhu Zhanqiu dared not advance rashly and waited for the reply from the large army.

Three days later, the messenger returned, but no reinforcements came.

Zhu Zhanji frowned: "What's going on?"

"Your Highness, you can see it yourself."

Zhu Zhanji opened the secret letter and looked shocked after reading it: "Has Mahamudian surrendered?"

Just as he was marching into the search for the Mahamu tribe, the Mahamu tribe sent an envoy to the Ming army to surrender.

Also, a generation of grassland heroes, Mahamu, is dead.

The letter wrote in detail that it turned out that it was during the cold winter last winter, and at the beginning of this year, Mahamu and Alutai tribe had a conflict. The two sides refused to give in, which eventually led to a war. Mahamu unfortunately died during the war, and the Owala suffered a lot of losses.

Now the Ming army has advanced into the northern part of the Mo. After several small-scale battles, the Ola knows that it will be defeated.

Now that the army is in a state of disrespect and internal instability, Oirat has completely lost his desire to fight.

Mahamu's son Tuohuan is not able to hold a firm position yet. Whether for power or to survive, he finally sent someone to surrender to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di, after weighing the pros and cons, agreed to his request for surrender. Now he sent a letter to tell Zhu Zhanji not to continue the attack and return the same way.

"Why is Mahamu dead?" Zhu Zhanji threw the envelope on the ground in annoyance and sighed.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty asks you to go back first, let's go first."

"Oh." Zhu Zhanji was a little angry. He looked at the location of Mahamudra, where smoke was rising from a distance, and shook his head helplessly: "You will not be destroyed by heaven."

"Driving, go."

The helpless Zhu Zhanji had to go back. If they disobeyed, they would not be able to defeat such a large Mahamu tribe, and would make Zhu Di unhappy.

Zhu Zhanji guessed that Zhu Di agreed to the other party's surrender. Zhu Di agreed to all those who surrendered around him, even though he knew that they might continue to rebel later.

I felt puzzled and a little angry.

Zhu Zhanji, who rushed back to the central army's tent, rushed to find Zhu Di without even having to rest.

He lifted the curtain and walked into the tent quickly, saluting Zhu Di, who had already left his military uniform and dressed in light clothes: "Your Majesty, Zhu Zhanji, the vanguard army, greeted him."

Zhu Di was stunned and laughed loudly, looked at Zhu Gaoxu and others beside him and walked to Zhu Zhanji, holding his shoulders and pulling him up.

"My eldest grandson is back. Let me see. I don't seem very happy. Even the emperor's grandfather stopped calling him, and called His Majesty."

Everyone could see that Zhu Zhanji's face was full of resentment.

"Grandpa Emperor, why..."

Zhu Di turned around and waved his hand: "I know what you want to say. You lightly cavalry rushed forward and found Mahamu's nest. If you break this goal in one fell swoop, you can compare to Huo Qubing. You don't understand why I accepted their request to surrender."

Zhu Di guessed everything he thought, and Zhu Zhanji could only get angry but didn't say anything.

"My eldest grandson, I am as brave as I was in the past when I led the army to fight. I was brave and resourceful. I was afraid I wouldn't have a sleepless sleep when I came back in such a short time. Let's go down and wash and rest first."

"Grandpa Emperor..."

"Go, go."

Zhu Zhanji was arranged to do nothing without saying anything. He was still angry, but he had no choice but to go to bed from morning to evening after washing up.

In the evening, I opened my eyes, but saw Zhu Di sitting beside his bed, and was about to get up when he was shocked.

"Grandpa Emperor..."

Zhu Di put his hand on his shoulder and said kindly: "Lying down first, your deputy general told me that you were injured in your leg during the charge this time, so take a good rest."

"Grandpa Emperor, I'm fine, I can still fight."

"Nonsense, look at your clothes that have not been taken off and you fell asleep. You don't feel distracted. You've been too tired recently. If you're exhausted, your father will cause trouble for your grandfather after you go back."

Zhu Zhanji insisted on sitting up and immediately changed his clothes.

"You, it's really like me back then, with a spirit of not giving up and doing the best of everything. Since you've put on your clothes, please ride a horse with me."

Outside the military tent, the soldiers brought two horses, and they turned over the horses. Zhu Di ran away with a full voice of "drive".

Zhu Zhanji followed, and his grandson rode his horse to a river. It was sunset, and the dusk on the grassland was always particularly beautiful.

Zhu Di immediately sighed: "Zhanji, you are puzzled because I accepted the surrender of Mahamu's remnants, and you are even a little angry."

"The grandson dares not."

"Haha, it's not as good as before. But as you get older, you've become very kind. Have you ever wondered why I agreed to their request for surrender and didn't kill them all?"

"Please make clear to Grandpa."

Zhu Di pointed to the sunset in the sky with one hand and pointed to the vast grassland: "Do you know how wide this desert is? It is boundless and vast. It is bitter and cold in winter, and it is vigorous in spring. It cannot pull out all the weeds on the grassland. Just like the people on the grassland that cannot be killed, it will burn for days and nights, and the spring breeze will be lush again."

Zhu Di, who had been dealing with the grassland people for so many years, knew very well that he had killed a group of grassland people, and in more than ten years, he would not know where a group of new people would appear. Zhu Di understood that although the Ming Dynasty is strong today, he could not control this grassland.

Zhu Zhanji was angry: "Have you let go of Mahamu's remnants like this?"

"On the way here, you were ahead, your second uncle and other people also encountered many remnants of Mahamu. It was counted as killing more than 5,000 enemies. Including the fight between the Mahamu tribe and the Alutai tribe last year, both sides were killed and injured, and those who left the tribe, only three or four of the remnants of Mahamu tribe were left, and they should not be able to cause trouble in a short period of time."

"At that time, Taizu conquered the capital of the Yuan Dynasty from south to north, and Lan Yu even killed him to the sea of ​​fishing. However, in the end, this grassland was returned to the grassland people. The people of the Central Plains would not give up on the fertile soil of the Central Plains and come to the grassland to compete with the grasslands for this bitter and cold land. This will not be the land of the Ming Dynasty for the time being."

"But..." Zhu Zhanji wanted to speak but stopped.

"I know you are angry. What you are angry about is not that you did not kill the enemy, but that you did not take down the military achievements of Aoshi. However, Zhanji, you are the grandson of the Ming Dynasty, not the vanguard army. Killing the heads of the enemy generals is military achievements, and maintaining a peaceful and prosperous era in the future is a merit for the king."

Zhu Di said this, so Zhu Zhanji naturally could not refute: "Grandpa, the grandson is reckless."

"My idea of ​​grassland is to fight when they are afraid of them. My Ming Dynasty has an advantage that the grassland people cannot match, our culture, our high city, and our weapons."

"As long as the Ming Dynasty is always stronger than them, as long as they maintain their internal struggles, the grassland troubles, and looking at the big troubles, it can no longer pose a threat to our Ming Dynasty. As long as my children and grandchildren are not extremely stupid in the future, the grassland people will never think of entering the Central Plains again."

Zhu Di couldn't imagine that he had created such a prosperous Ming Dynasty, and his descendants could lose to these people on the grassland.

"But grandpa, you still have to be alert. What if Genghis Khan comes out of the grassland again?"

Zhu Di exhaled, looked at the vast grassland, and smiled slightly: "No, there will never be Genghis Khan on this grassland."

"Why is this?"

"Since Genghis Khan, everyone in the grassland wants to be the pride of that day, and they want to be Genghis Khan. We don't have a little Temujin in our military prison."

"Everyone wants to be Genghis Khan, but no one can be Genghis Khan."

Zhu Zhanji nodded and understood what Zhu Di meant. If everyone in the Ming Dynasty wanted to be an emperor, it would be a mess. If there was a little talent, he would pull up a group of people from the top of the mountain. This would mean no one would farm or weave mulberry.

Zhu Di did not want to destroy the Mahamu tribe, and according to his personality, others asked for surrender and paid tribute and respectfully called the emperor. He could not easily kill surrendered soldiers, as this would damage the honor of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

"Zhanji, maintaining the battle on the grassland, just like the battle between the Mahamu tribe and the Arutai tribe, we suffered a very small loss this time, and it was a surprise that as long as they were still fighting, there would be little hidden dangers to the Ming Dynasty. Instead, we should be careful of those dark guys and trade with the grassland, but we should only give some food and exchange their horses."

"The grandson understands."

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In Yingtian Mansion
To be continued...