Chapter 283 Go to Daming
Chapter 283 Go to Daming
"Mahamu, do you know what you are talking about?"
Looking at the arrogant young man in front of him, the Khan sneered, frowned and looked at him.
His own troops had just suffered a severe blow, suffering huge losses, with only the old and weak left.
The Ming army was so powerful that they had no ability to take revenge.
Even if they still had the strength to fight, they would not hide here and stare angrily at the Ming army's city walls.
"Hey, people from the city, remember to prepare more cattle and sheep next time."
On the city wall, the armored Ming soldiers also waved at them and shouted loudly.
Under the leadership of Prince of Yan Zhu Di and General Lan Yu, they marched thousands of miles across the northern desert with high morale.
At this moment, I don't take them seriously at all.
"hateful!"
Seeing that a mere Ming army dared to provoke him like this, the Khan clenched his fists unwillingly.
But at this moment, the eighteen tribes of the grassland had very few troops left, and they could no longer launch another attack.
Thinking of this, he could only remain silent again.
"Sooner or later I will destroy their capital!"
Mahamu also looked in the direction of the Ming army's city wall and snorted coldly.
In his eyes, as ferocious as a wolf, the flames of revenge were rising.
"Mahamu, please go."
He just stared in the direction of the Ming army in silence for a long time, until the sky gradually darkened.
The dry wind from the desert blew, cutting people's faces painfully.
The Khan sighed again, rode his horse to Mahamu's side, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Yes, Dad."
Knowing that he would not have the men to attack the city for revenge, Mahamu could only suppress his anger and turned to walk towards the big tent.
"I'm not asking you to go back, you're going in the wrong direction."
The Khan turned around and called Mahamu, staring at him with a complicated eye.
"Dad, what did you say?"
Mahamu looked at his father in shock, as if he didn't hear clearly what he had just said.
What do you mean you took the wrong path?
"I'll let you go to Daming."
The Khan looked at Mahamu and spoke again.
"Dad, do you know what you are talking about?"
After hearing what his father said, Mahamu still found it hard to believe and could only ask again.
What do you mean, let yourself go to the Ming Dynasty?
"Mahamu, you are a great talent. Whether our Eighteen Grassland Tribes can become glorious again depends on you."
The Khan nodded to Mahamu, he had already failed.
But he knew that his son Mahamu still had a future.
With his hatred for the Ming Dynasty, he will definitely be able to lead Mahamu to a stronger path.
Therefore, he needed to go to the Ming Dynasty even more to see what the Eighteen Tribes of the Grassland were missing.
"I understand, Dad."
Mahamu finally reacted and understood what his father meant, and nodded affirmatively.
"Go now while it's still dark."
The Khan showed a look of relief when he saw that his son finally understood his painstaking efforts.
Now that it is getting dark, it is a good time to secretly head to Ming Dynasty.
"Father..."
Mahamu turned around and looked in the direction of Daming again. He was silent for a long time and looked back at his father reluctantly.
After this battle, my father is really old.
I am going to Ming Dynasty by myself, and I don’t know when I can return to this grassland.
No matter how reluctant he was, he still turned around resolutely and galloped away on his horse.
He had to run over before the Ming army patrol discovered him.
"You three are all here..."
Zhu Yuanzhang touched the heads of the three brothers and smiled with relief.
No matter which one it is, he has reasons to let them inherit the throne.
But he still wanted to test their abilities to see who was the most qualified.
"I am worried."
He rummaged through a pile of memorials for a long time before finding one and handed it to the three of them.
"Grandpa Emperor, what is this?"
Zhu Yunwen, as the eldest grandson of the emperor and the oldest of the three, stretched out his hand and respectfully took the memorial from Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Just look at it and you'll find out."
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled at them and motioned them to open the memorial and take a look.
The three brothers began to pass it around curiously.
After just one look, their faces turned extremely serious.
"Although our Great Ming defeated the Eighteen Grassland Tribes this time, it was only a temporary victory after all."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the changing expressions of the Zhu Ming brothers and shook his head helplessly.
Even though Zhu Di and Lan Yu won a great victory this time and swept across thousands of miles, the eighteen tribes of the grassland are still a major threat.
The Eighteen Tribes of the Grassland have been doing this since the Han Dynasty and have never stopped.
"Grandpa Huang, what do you mean?"
Zhu Ming raised his head and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang tentatively.
He gave them the memorial describing the situations of the eighteen tribes in the grassland, probably hoping that they would give him some ideas on how to solve the problems here.
"You are not young anymore. In the future, you will have a share in the Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at them. He had high hopes for these most precious grandsons.
"I'll give you three days to think carefully about how to make sure the 18 tribes on the grassland never rebel again."
This is not a simple question. Many capable kings throughout history have failed to do this.
As long as they can come up with a solution to change the current situation, he will be satisfied.
If it can be completely solved, it will be remembered forever.
The problem that troubled emperors of all dynasties was solved by his grandson, and he passed the throne to him, so no one could say anything.
"My grandson has taken note of it."
Upon seeing this, Zhu Ming, Zhu Yunwen and the other two responded respectfully.
Although this task is difficult, since Zhu Yuanzhang has handed it to them, they must do it well.
"You all should go down, we still have government affairs to deal with."
Since the three brothers had all agreed, Zhu Yuanzhang could only shake his head again as he looked at the memorial that had not yet been resolved.
If you don't finish dealing with it, tomorrow's government affairs will come again.
I can't waste any more time.
"Grandson, please leave."
Zhu Ming and his companions then bowed to Zhu Yuanzhang again and retreated respectfully.
"Zhu Yunxi."
After walking out of the Daming Palace, Zhu Ming called out to Zhu Yunhuan who was about to leave with Zhu Yunwen.
"what's up?"
Zhu Yunhuan turned around, looked at him impatiently, frowned and asked.
Zhu Yunwen just stood quietly by the side, watching Zhu Yunhuan's reaction, without saying a word.
"Yes, come with me."
Looking at Zhu Yunhuan's attitude, Zhu Ming frowned, then nodded.
Why did Zhu Yunhuan suddenly change his temperament?
"Brother Emperor, I..."
Zhu Yunhuan turned around and looked at Zhu Yunwen inquiringly.
Only after Zhu Yunwen nodded did he walk up to Zhu Ming and look at him with a cold face.
"What's the matter? Tell me."
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