Emperor Yong Le was now in his early fifties, and his body was no different from a man in his thirties or forties. He was not dressed luxuriously, he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, his eyes were sharp and he was full of energy,
" I know that you all think that I'm being too cautious with my troops this time. I set out in February, and it's been almost two months now, but I haven't fought a single battle…"
"The two scholars complained that I dragged it on for too long and consumed too much military rations…"
"My old brothers are complaining that I am hindering your achievements…"
"All of you are blaming me…"
Emperor Yong Le waved his hand and stopped everyone from apologizing. He continued,
" There are more than 60,000 Tartars. We can mobilize 200,000 cavalrymen at most…"
"My Great Ming said that it was a 500,000-strong army going north, but you should all know that there are more than 300,000 auxiliary soldiers and civilian workers included…"
" A rabbit will bite when it's anxious. Even if we win, the losses of our Great Ming's soldiers won't be small…"
"Now, the slower we march, the more hesitant the Tartars will be. Should we send our entire clan to join the war? Or should he decide after watching the battle situation? They'll be indecisive..."
" The Tartars are not united. They all want to preserve their strength. The struggle between Grand Preceptor Arutai and Prime Minister Mahasan has been going on for a long time. They are not united…"
"The Tartar Khan Benyashri is also a puppet of Arutai. Now that Benyashri is in big trouble, do you think Mahaza's men will risk their lives?”
"Benyashili is a direct descendant of the Golden Family. He is a Tartar Khan recognized by the four Khaganates. This has never happened before. How long do you think such a young and prestigious direct descendant of the Golden Family can tolerate a powerful official like Arutai?”
"Benyashili killed the emissary of my Great Ming Dynasty. It was his resistance against Arutai…"
"Benyashili wanted to use this to gain the support of the entire Tartar tribe and get rid of Arutai's control…"
"Will Arutai let Benyashili get what he wants? Arutai was willing to give up his power?”
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"If I'm not wrong, the three forces in the Tartar camp should have prepared a retreat route for themselves. Even Benyashili himself won't mobilize all his strength. He has to preserve his strength to continue fighting Arutai…"
"After all, it's difficult for us Ming soldiers to stay here for a long time. We have to leave sooner or later…"
"We're already at the entrance of the Tartars 'house, but the Tartars didn't provoke us, nor did they retreat…"
"What does this mean?"
" This means that the Tartars have lost half of their spirit. After a defeat, the Tartars will immediately split up and go their separate ways…"
"The art of war has a saying: the best weapon is to attack strategy!"
"Learn more!"
As Emperor Yong Le's voice fell, everyone followed up with a wave of flattery,
"The emperor is a god in his military, just like Sun Wu…"
"Your Majesty is very perceptive, and we can't compare to you…"
"Father, I really admire you. I will definitely learn more from you in the future…"
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Emperor Yong Le narrowed his eyes and enjoyed everyone's flattery. After a moment, he ordered,
"Generals, listen up!"
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"I will listen to your orders!"
"We will listen to your orders!"
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" Attack at the first quarter of tomorrow…"
" Divine Arms Battalion's artillery and muskets cover…"
"Three thousand battalions, five battalions, attack the flanks of the Tartar army…"
"The left and right sentry posts will follow…"
" After the Tartar army is divided, the left and right side will cross the river with the middle army to annihilate the Tartar army. If you don't advance, you will be killed immediately…"
"Go and prepare!"
Everyone in the tent bowed and accepted the order.
"I accept your orders!"
"We will take our leave!"
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"How is it? Isn't the mutton on the grassland more fragrant and tender than the mutton in the capital?”After everyone left, Emperor Yongle asked Zhu Zhanji.
"It seems to be better than Ying Tian's!”How could Zhu Zhanji remember the taste of Ying Tian's mutton? He had fused with his predecessor's memories and skills, but what did this mutton taste like? Who would remember this?
"If it's delicious, then eat more. Little Snot, go and serve another plate!”Little Snot accepted the order and left.
Yongle continued," This battlefield isn't as scary as your father said. There's only one head and two hands. What's there to be afraid of, right?"”
"Even if you cut the head with a knife, the Tartars will die…"
" Back in Jingnan, your father was still guarding Shuntian City. At that time, he led 10,000 miscellaneous soldiers and blocked Li Jinglong's 500,000 strong army…"
" He's probably scared out of his wits. He's afraid of war now…"
"How about following grandpa to the real killing arena tomorrow?”
"But you have to promise me that you can't tell your father and mother when you go back!”
Judging from Zhu Laosi's patient and patient look, it was obvious that he wanted to trick his grandson into going to the battlefield!
Fortunately, he was allowed to follow by his side and not be a striker. Otherwise, he would have to suspect whether this cheap grandfather's identity was real!
"Alright, but I want to see from a higher place. I can see more clearly from a higher place!”
" Haha, okay, okay. Grandpa promises you that I'll let you go to the hill to take a look. Haha…"
Judging from Zhu Laosi's happy expression, it was obvious that he wanted to nurture a successor who liked battle formations!
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