Ming Dynasty: When Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the dishes, he cried Zhu Biao in the pit.
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next morning

On the outskirts of Jinling City, three people and two horses were walking side by side on the official road.

Even though he had already confirmed that Zhu Xiongying could ride a horse, Zhu Yuanzhang still didn't dare to let his precious eldest grandson ride a horse by himself.

Thus, Zhu Xiong Ying and Er Hu rode on a horse.

As soon as he left the palace, Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have changed into a different person.

In the palace, he was the emperor and ruled the world. However, when he saw the commoners on the streets, he was shocked.

Zhu Yuanzhang became an ordinary old farmer again.

Along the way, they would occasionally stop a few peddlers who entered the city to inquire about whether the imperial court's policies had truly been implemented.

Fortunately, Old Zhu was quite satisfied with the result. Otherwise, Old Zhu would have been preparing to kill someone.

Not long after, the three of them arrived at the drill ground of the Ming army.

Last night, Zhu Yuanzhang had already ordered people to send an edict to the garrison here.

Today, he would bring Zhu Xiongying to the camp to inspect the three armies.

Thus, the moment the three of them entered the camp.

The commander of the camp, Chang Xing Hou Bingwen, brought a group of assistants to kneel in front of Zhu Yuanzhang and shouted in unison,

"I, Geng Bingwen, pay my respects to Your Majesty, Grand Sun.”

Zhu Yuanzhang squinted his eyes and said to Geng Bingwen,

"Don't worry about us. You guys go ahead and train.”

"Yes!"

Thump ~ Thump ~ Thump-

The moment the war drums sounded, all the Ming soldiers in the camp began to get into formation on the drill ground.

In this era where information exchange was scarce, the sound of drums was the only military order on the battlefield. As the drums sounded, the atmosphere in the camp could not help but become tense.

As the drumbeats became more and more intense, hundreds of cavalrymen suddenly shouted in unison.

"Kill them!"

Zhu Xiongying's heart tightened when he heard this.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying who was standing beside him with interest and could not help but feel gratified.

This is my son.

The Zhu family could not just hold a pen. When that day came, they had to be able to hold a knife!

At this moment, the sound of horses galloping could be heard. Hundreds of horses were galloping at such a close distance that Zhu Xiongying could not help but feel the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly.

Suddenly, Zhu Xiongying saw a cold light appear in front of him.

The five hundred cavalrymen drew their sabers and hacked at the scarecrows in front of them.

Like a harvesting machine, he completed the kill.

In this era, cavalry was the real meat grinder!

After that, after the cavalry formation, it was the auxiliary troops.

Compared to the cavalry, these auxiliary soldiers were mostly disabled.

This was because these people were not just soldiers in charge of logistics. In addition to being in charge of logistics, they also needed to go into battle to kill the enemy.

To do things that soldiers did not have the energy to do.

In the future, these auxiliary soldiers had a unified name-cannon fodder.

And the content of their practice could not help but become cruel.

They were carrying all kinds of heavy objects, and arrows without arrowheads were shot from time to time.

They either used their shields or their bodies to block the arrows, protecting the goods they were escorting, and finally transporting the heavy goods to the side of the cavalry.

Looking at these auxiliary soldiers, Zhu Xiong Ying's expression couldn't help but become solemn.

Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes, obviously noticing this.

"Ying 'er, what do you want to say?”

"Imperial Grandfather, the content of their practice is very strange.”

"How is it strange?"

"They seem to be courting death…"

On a real battlefield, the casualty rate of auxiliary soldiers was shocking.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but laugh. In the end, Zhu Yuanzhang touched Zhu Xiongying's head and said,

"Do you know who they are?”

"I don't know."

"They are the family members of the warriors riding on horses.”

Zhu Xiongying froze on the spot.

The person on the horse was their closest kin, which was why they had the courage to fight to the death.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and sighed.

"We didn't want this to happen…"

"At the beginning of the war, everyone brought their families with them. In the end, only such soldiers could display the strongest combat power. Therefore, my Ming Dynasty's military system slowly became like this.”

When Great Ming seized the world, it was as if he had experienced a cruel survival of the fittest.

Every system had gone through the cruelest baptism of that era and had been hammered out thousands of times.

What they were facing was a behemoth that spanned across Europe and Asia that no dynasty had ever faced before.

Therefore, the people of this era yearned for a stable life more than any other era.

"Right now, I'm the one riding on a horse. One day, your father will also ride on a horse. At that time, I'll be your father's auxiliary soldier. When you ride on a horse, if I'm still alive, I'll definitely be the fastest among those auxiliary soldiers.”

Zhu Xiongying froze on the spot.

It was only at this moment that Zhu Xiongying finally understood what it meant when every word in the history books was a ghastly white bone.

"Someone has to stand up and fight, otherwise the Tartars will come back.”

"But Imperial Grandfather, we don't have to fight to make the Tartars obedient.”

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