I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 346 Encouragement
The heavy rain lasted for more than a day. Just as Jiang Jiangong had expected, when the rain just started to subside, the Mongolian horns began to sound continuously.

Jiang Jiangong hurriedly climbed onto the platform and saw the Mongols gathering in the distance.

He also issued orders quickly. After a while, the war drums of the Ming army sounded. Teams of soldiers walked out of the military tents and gathered outside the camp on the muddy ground under the command of the officers.

"Bang!" A Portuguese cannon roared, but the sound of the firing sounded wrong.

Jiang Jiangong walked down from the platform and ran towards the place where the artillerymen were firing, only to see that the artillerymen all looked frustrated.

"How is it? Does it work?" Jiang Jiangong asked hurriedly.

"Staff Officer Jiang, the gunpowder we just loaded was not exposed to rain, so it feels dry, but it is actually damp, and it is still raining now. There is too much moisture, and the gunpowder is not burning completely. The attack distance becomes very close, and the gun surface is completely unusable. Also, the ground is too wet, and the shells can't bounce at all." said an artillery officer.

Jiang Jiangong nodded solemnly. This situation was the worst.
"Don't bother with this anymore. It's better not to use the artillery in this situation," Zhu Houzhao's voice came from the side.

Jiang Jiangong turned his head and saw Zhu Houzhao wearing a full set of armor, a bright yellow robe over the armor, and a bright yellow cloak on his back. In this dim environment, he was very eye-catching among the crowd.
Jiang Jiangong noticed that Zhu Houzhao looked a little tired and his boots were covered with mud. Jiang Jiangong knew that this was because Zhu Houzhao had been patrolling the military camp until very late last night and had not slept all night.
Zhu Houzhao did this to boost morale.
"General" Jiang Jiangong wanted to say something.

"Staff Officer Jiang!" Zhu Houzhao patted Jiang Jiangong on the shoulder, "You should also find a set of armor to put on and get ready."

Jiang Jiangong nodded silently and said, "Yes!"

Zhu Houzhao looked up at the big banner, which was no longer fluttering because of the rain and was hanging on the flagpole. He was about to say something when the Mongolian trumpets suddenly became more urgent. He climbed up to the platform and found that the Mongols were forming a big circle and seemed to be holding some ceremony.

Garu stood in the crowd. He was feeling very uncomfortable. The sudden heavy rain brought him a lot of trouble. His leather coat could not protect him from the rain that penetrated every hole. The rain in early winter was very cold. The temperature around him dropped sharply, and the firewood he collected could not be lit at all. He had a very hard time last night. In the end, he carried his two horses into his tent.

Although his tent was relatively small and it was difficult to squeeze two horses and one person into it, he had to do so because it was so cold and his horses also needed shelter. On that cold night last night, he hugged the two horses and relied on their body temperature to get through the cold night.
After getting up in the morning, he wanted to drink something hot, preferably hot milk tea cooked by his mother, but he knew that this was all wishful thinking. All he could eat was dry meat and cheese, and a bag of mare's milk.
After eating some dried meat and cheese and drinking half a bag of kumis, he felt his stomach was cold and heavy, and his body did not begin to warm up because of the food.
Just then the rain became much lighter and the tribal leaders called them together. He obeyed the order reluctantly.

Although the rain had become much lighter, it still seeped into his clothes, making his body even colder. When he arrived at the gathering place, he saw a huge wool felt spread in the venue.

An altar is placed on the felt, with a vase filled with grain on it. A blue flag is inserted in the middle, and five-colored flags are inserted around it, distributed in different directions, and the flags are shaped like stripes.

A pile of cow dung fire was lit in front of the altar. All the shamans wore robes and skirts, held sacred drums, and, led by the chief priest shaman holding a sacrificial flag, knelt down to worship the gods, kowtowed 1 times, and paid tribute to the sky.

Before the Yellow Sect was introduced into Mongolia, the Mongolians believed in Shamanism and Changshengtian, and Genghis Khan even made Shamanism the state religion. Garu, like other Mongolians, knelt devoutly on the muddy ground and listened to the shamans' prayers.

A pure white cow was led up. It seemed to foresee its fate, and its eyes were full of fear.

The chief priest, Bo'e, took out a sharp knife and cut the cow's throat cleanly. Bright red blood spurted out and soaked the wool felt. When the cow's struggle weakened, the chief priest, Bo'e, directly cut open the cow's chest, put the still beating heart on a plate, and placed it on the altar.
Then a black sheep was led up, and the chief priest stabbed the sheep's chest with his forehead. He reached in and took out the sheep's heart and put it in a bowl, then used the sheep's heart with hot blood to offer a sacrifice directly to the sky.

Then, drums were beaten loudly, and the ritual dance began. Bo'e sang the song of offering sacrifices to the gods, chanting the names of all the parts of the meat from the cattle and sheep one by one, imploring the Eternal Heaven to enjoy them.

Garu listened to the rhythmic chanting of the Bo'e people and suddenly forgot the coldness in his body.
"What are the Mongols shouting?" Zhu Houzhao looked at the Mongols in the distance. They seemed to be shouting something, and their shouting became more and more in unison, with their voices full of fanaticism.
Jiang Jiangong listened attentively, "It seems like someone is shouting something in Mongolian."

"It's Mongolian! Eternal Heaven, protect, and win. These are the only words I can hear." Zhu Houzhao suddenly said.

Jiang Jiangong looked at Zhu Houzhao in surprise, and suddenly thought that this emperor had an excellent talent for languages. He now knew four foreign languages: Mongolian, Arabic, Japanese, and Korean. (Note: Historically, he knew five languages, but at this point he did not know Portuguese.)
"The morale of the Mongolians has become very high!" Jiang Jiangong exclaimed.

Zhu Houzhao stared at the gradually unfolding Mongolian army in the distance and suddenly said, "We must do something."

"What does the general want to do?" Jiang Jiangong asked in surprise.

"Bin'er, help me carry that big banner and follow me," Zhu Houzhao said to Jiang Bin.

"Your Majesty, General, what are you doing?" Jiang Bin was caught off guard.

"Stop talking nonsense and do as I say." After saying this, Zhu Houzhao walked down the platform and into the wind and rain.

Zhang Yong, who had been holding an umbrella for Zhu Houzhao, hurriedly followed him and said, "General, don't get caught a cold in the rain."

Zhu Houzhao suddenly stopped, snatched the umbrella from Zhang Yong's hand and threw it away, "The soldiers are still getting wet in the rain!"

Zhang Yong stopped and dared not persuade
Zhu Houzhao's BMW was ready, and he mounted the horse without hesitation.
(End of this chapter)