Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 139: The Prince's Memorial
Perhaps the galloping heavy cavalry gave the retreating Ming army confidence, or they were afraid of being beheaded by military law after the retreat, or perhaps they once again dreamed of making great achievements, being honored as wives and children, or there were some other reasons.

In short, the right-wing army, which was in the process of collapsing, curbed the situation of defeat and began to charge again following the footsteps of the heavy cavalry battalion.

"Boom! Boom! Boom~" Perhaps God knew the difficulties of the Ming army, and suddenly dark clouds gathered, and it was even ready to send down heavy rain to help the Ming army dispel the sandstorm that covered the sky!
Zhu Zhanhe took the lead, holding a large Guandao in one hand and a military flag in the other, charging towards the grassland army not far away.

Perhaps because of the wind and sand, the grassland tribal soldiers did not hear the heavy sound of horse hooves, so they did not retreat.

It was not until the heavy cavalry, light cavalry, and infantry charged in front of them that they suddenly realized the situation and began to flee in all directions or to fight the enemy head-on, but it was too late!
Zhu Zhanhe used the military flag as a spear. Four grassland people were strung on the long flag. Listening to their crazy wailing, he threw them forward with the flag without any emotion, knocking down another group of people!
Then he swung the big knife in his hand, and there was no enemy in front of him who could match him!
Broken limbs and arms! Heads rolling! Rivers of blood! The wailing continued!
"Boom!" Thunder exploded and rain began to fall from the sky.

The rain from the sky washed away the filthy earth, as well as the blood of the enemies on Zhu Zhanhe's body and the thick bloodstains on the handle of the sword!
Gradually, the heavy cavalry battalion broke through the enemy!
This time, no enemy came to attack when the heavy cavalry battalion turned its horses around, because they had already run away from these devils of the heavy cavalry battalion and started to flee in all directions!
"Disperse and kill them!" Looking at the grassland people who had no ability to resist, Zhu Zhanhe showed no mercy, but directly ordered the heavy cavalry battalion to disperse and kill the enemy.

"Yes!" Immediately, the entire heavy cavalry battalion began to roam the battlefield in units of small flags, constantly killing any grassland aliens who dared to wield knives!
Zhu Zhanhe was not polite either. He walked straight on the noisy battlefield with a sword in hand, because no alien dared to face him. The incomplete corpses on the ground told all the aliens who wanted to get close how terrifying the man in front of them was!
"Swish!" With one sword, Zhu Zhanhe cut a grassland cavalryman who was fleeing in front of him into two pieces, including the man and the horse. He ended all the battles on the right wing!
"All troops, assemble!" Although the sky was still raining, Zhu Zhanhe's voice resounded throughout the field. In an instant, the entire heavy cavalry battalion quickly assembled, and even the light cavalry and infantry on the right wing began to assemble and quickly completed their assembly.

"Finish up the fight! Clean up the battlefield!
Then take all the brothers back to the camp!
Including the dead!

Today, I will take the responsibility for the right wing's retreat! "Without other words, Zhu Zhanhe simply told everyone to clean up the battlefield and kill all the foreigners! Bring back all the brothers of the Ming army, dead or alive. He will bear the consequences of the right wing cavalry's defeat today!
"Roar! Roar! Roar!~" Amid the sound of rain, all the living people kept shouting!

Zhu Zhanhe was the last person to retreat from the right wing battlefield. He watched with his own eyes as dead soldiers were carried back to the camp one by one! Injured and disabled soldiers were carried or supported back to the camp one by one!

When Zhu Zhanhe returned to the camp, it was already dark.

"Save me, save me quickly!"

"Kill me! Kill me!"

"My legs~!"

"My eyes~!"

"Medic, medic!"

...The entire Ming army camp was filled with wailing and calls for military doctors.

On the side, there were countless straw mats rolled up, which represented that countless soldiers had died in the battle!

Turning around, Zhu Zhanhe came to the tent of his father, Prince Han.

"Dad, are you okay?" When Zhu Zhanhe entered the tent, he saw his father, Prince Han, drinking.

"I'm fine! Come, sit down and eat, it's been left for you." Prince Han was not surprised by his son's sudden arrival, and he directly asked his son to sit down.

Zhu Zhanhe turned his head and saw that, sure enough, there was another table next to Prince Han's, which was filled with several dishes.

"Dad, the army suffered a lot of casualties today! More than 20,000!

I think the army’s food and supplies won’t last long!
It rained today, so the Firearm Battalion's offensive might slow down in the next few days! Furthermore, if the weather doesn't clear up soon, the entire Shenji Battalion will be finished!

In this way, one of the three camps will be crippled!

It seems that Mahamu calculated the time accurately!
If we want to win, we must fight quickly and decisively! " Zhu Zhanhe ate his food with big mouthfuls while chatting with his father, Prince Han.

"The wind and sand today are so strange!" After hearing his son's words, Prince Han was silent for a moment, took a sip of wine, and silently talked about today's wind.

Zhu Zhanhe understood his father's meaning. If it weren't for this sandstorm, the grassland tribes would have suffered heavy casualties today! And the Ming army wouldn't have lost so many people! But at this critical moment in the battle, the sky unexpectedly blew up a sandstorm! Could this be divine help?!
"I'm afraid there are already some minor rumors in the army." Prince Han knew very well that when marching and fighting, the most feared thing was this kind of weird thing, which was totally out of control and would greatly affect morale.

"Dad, I want to protect the commander of the right wing!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at his silent father and asked Prince Han for help.

"He won't die, but he will definitely be beaten!" Prince Han knew Emperor Yongle very well. The generals on the left and right wings of the Five Military Camps were all veterans from the time of the uprising. They would not be severely punished, but they would definitely be beaten!
"Do you think it was Mahamu who commanded the entire grassland?" Prince Han was no pushover. In the past few days, he had heard all the news about Yu Qian, and naturally he also knew about Mahamu's affairs.

"Dad, I don't just feel it, I'm certain of it!
He's been in my Three Camps for twenty years! No one on the entire grassland knows the Three Camps better than him!" Zhu Zhanhe said firmly.

"We should have killed him then!" Prince Han took a sip of wine angrily!

"Let's go find your grandfather!" After drinking, Prince Han felt that what his son said made sense, so he decided to take his son with him to talk to Emperor Yongle in person.

"Okay!" Zhu Zhanhe ate a big steamed bun in two bites and followed his father's footsteps and set off.

In the Yongle Emperor's tent, he was chatting with the Crown Prince and showing Zhu Zhanji a memorial from the Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi. Suddenly, he heard the Prince of Han and the Crown Prince of Han asking for an audience. He was startled and let them in.

"father!"

After "Grandpa" entered the room, Zhu Zhanhe followed Prince Han to pay his respects to Emperor Yongle.

"Get up, what's the matter?" Emperor Yongle asked curiously.

"Grandpa, I think there's something wrong with that Mahamu.

This time the grasslands united to resist our imperial army, it was definitely his doing!

Try it first!

Then Mahamu led his men to escape!

Then Tuotuobuhua tried again!

Now they have directly destroyed my Ming Dynasty’s Divine Machinery Camp!
The battlefield is ruthless, and my grandson doesn't believe in any accidents!

My grandson insisted on his previous idea! He even concluded that this grassland alliance was Mahamu's doing!
He has been hiding in the three major camps of the Ming Dynasty for twenty years, and it’s not in vain! "After Zhu Zhanhe stood up, he spoke directly to his inner thoughts!
"Take a look!" Emperor Yongle looked at Zhu Zhanhe deeply, then turned his head and gave Zhu Zhanji a look.

Then, Zhu Zhanji handed the memorial he had read to Zhu Zhanhe.

"The overlord of the grassland? Sooner or later he will kneel under the iron hoof of my Ming Dynasty!" Zhu Zhanhe read the memorial that Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi submitted to Emperor Yongle. Sure enough, the contents inside showed some of Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi's inferences about this battle.

Including grassland joint battles.

Impact of grassland rainy season.

As well as the hidden dangers of food and grass after the troops are divided.

This made Zhu Zhanhe sigh that the prince was indeed not simple!
But these still do not affect Zhu Zhanhe's firm heart!

(End of this chapter)