The words 'personally lead the army' struck Zhu Di's heart.
That's right, personally leading the army was the best way now!
Moreover, he hadn't fought in a war for eight years since the most difficult battle of Jingnan.
This was eight years ago. Back in Beiping, he could still fight with the remnants of the Mongol army once or twice a day.
And now? His bones had hardened.
He could also use this opportunity to loosen his bones.
However, Zhan Ji grew up by my side and didn't think of this. How did Zhan He figure it out?
Could it be that the grandfather and grandson really had a telepathic connection?
Zhu Di was a little surprised by Zhu Zhanhe's sharpness. He took another look at him. In the eyes of others, this was his dissatisfaction with Zhu Zhanhe and his satisfaction with Zhu Zhanji.
This time.
Zhu Gaoxu was the first to panic.
"Father, what Zhang Fu? Let me go! I will personally lead the troops north and capture Benyashili and Arutai of the Tartars for you within three months!”
Zhu Gaoxu said anxiously.
Benyashri, the Khan of Tartar.
Arutai, the Grand Preceptor of the Tartars.
He said that he could take down these two people in three months, which was somewhat overestimating his ability. After all, the battlefield was ever-changing, and the Prairies people had the home ground advantage.
However, in order to restore the image of his precious son Zhu Zhanhe in the old master's heart, he, as a father, had to go all out.
Zhu Zhanhe saw through his father's intentions. He was touched, but he remained motionless.
In any case, the old master valued the crown prince's family and would definitely not give his father a chance.
As expected.
"You're quite amazing."
Zhu Di glanced at him and said with some disdain.
Zhu Di looked at Zhu Gaoxu. No matter how he looked at him, he was not satisfied.
This son of his was brave and good at fighting on the battlefield, just like him. But why was he so impatient normally?
I'm not as good as your father, and I'm not as good as your son!
This son of yours at least knows my thoughts clearly.
Zhu Di thought angrily.
On the other side,
"His Highness the Han King is a precious daughter, it is not appropriate for him to take risks alone.”
Yang Shiqi said with a smile.
He was a scholar of the cabinet and an official of the Crown Prince's Residence. He was a scholar of the Confucian school and liked the eldest son to inherit the family business. He liked the benevolent Crown Prince more than the King of Han, who was a soldier.
The Han King's influence in the army was already very strong. Everyone in the army supported the Han King. Many of the generals and founding fathers were his comrades on the battlefield.
If he let the Han King lead the army again, he would avenge the shame of the Ming Dynasty.
If they were defeated, then Great Ming's prestige in the grasslands would be lost.
If they returned with a great victory, there would probably be another dispute over the position of heir apparent.
Regardless of victory or defeat, it was not good for Da Ming.
Therefore, he was the first to stand up and object.
"Bullshit! This King also fought with a knife and a spear back then. It's hard to say whether this king or the Tartars are in danger.”
Zhu Gaoxu laughed coldly. He was not afraid of war.
He was not the weak Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi.
Capturing the Great Khan Benyashili and Grand Preceptor Arutai was a little difficult, but winning a battle was not difficult at all!
Of course, Yang Shiqi had to say more. Yang Rong and the others, who were also officials of the Crown Prince's Residence, also helped.
One after another, Zhu Gaoxu was speechless. How could he be the opponent of a scholar? He immediately began to feel embarrassed and angry.
At this moment.
Zhu Di, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally spoke. He said indifferently,
"Alright, stop arguing."
"Prince, cabinet scholars, is there any dignity left in arguing like this?”
Zhu Di's mild reprimand made everyone who had been at loggerheads become polite in an instant.
"Emperor, we were rude."
"Father, your son knows his mistake."
Zhu Gaoxu, Yang Shiqi, and the others quickly apologized.
"You don't need to argue about who will lead the troops. Zhen has already made a decision. But more importantly, how many soldiers should we mobilize? Is there anything else you need to prepare?"
"Zhanji, go ahead."
Zhu Di asked everyone to quiet down before raising another question. He was also the first to ask Zhu Zhanji.
Zhu Zhanji was very happy.
Grandpa usually values me, but he never values me this much.
Two questions in a row. He didn't ask my father, second uncle, or third uncle, but asked me.
It seems that grandfather wants to test me. Could it be that grandfather has already made up his mind to make me the imperial grandson?
"Grandfather, 100,000 troops are actually enough, but because of the defeat of the Duke of Qi…no, Qiu Fu, in order to restore the military prestige of my Great Ming on the grasslands, I think we should send 200,000 troops.”
Zhu Zhanji said confidently.
Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but shiver," Two hundred thousand soldiers? That amount of rations was an astronomical figure! Son, you're too ruthless.
Zhu Zhanhe saw the reaction of the two of them.
Hehe, what is 200,000 soldiers? If the old master wanted to personally lead the army, it would be a mighty force that could easily defeat the Tartars.
200,000 soldiers were not enough for the old master. He needed at least 500,000 soldiers!
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