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

Chapter 147 The artillery position was destroyed!

"What Prince Zhao said may not be a bad idea!" Yu Qian did not respond to Prince Han's ridicule, but continued to stick to his own ideas.

"Grandpa, the artillery position cannot be moved lightly. Just moving the gun position and transporting the shells would require an untold amount of manpower!

If the base moves, the enemy cavalry will easily penetrate and split us! Then we will be in danger!
Grandpa, think twice! "Zhu Zhanji came to the sand table and looked at Emperor Yongle who was hesitating in front of the sand table. He was very anxious!

Based on his understanding of Emperor Yongle, if he had no idea, Emperor Yongle would definitely refuse directly. But if he was considering it so seriously, he would definitely do it!

Zhu Zhanji was extremely anxious at this moment, because the risk was too great! The Ming Dynasty could not afford such a loss!

"Zhanhe, say something!" Zhu Zhanji looked left and right, but couldn't find anyone he could talk to. The King of Han and the King of Zhao both turned their backs to him and didn't want to intervene at all.

As Zhu Zhanji looked around, he saw Zhu Zhanhe, who had been standing behind Emperor Yongle without saying a word, so he urgently asked for help.

"Grandpa, from my grandson's perspective, we can only win if we don't lose. Only if we don't lose can we win!

"Grandpa, please think twice about the 600,000 elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Zhanhe didn't want to lose the battle, so he started to persuade him.

"You object too?" Emperor Yongle turned around and looked at Zhu Zhanhe, asking expectantly.

"Grandpa, think twice!" Zhu Zhanhe said firmly.

Everyone saw Emperor Yongle looking up at the tent for a long time before he slowly lowered his head, walked to the sand table, gently picked up the cannon on the sand table, moved forward, and finally placed it firmly next to the infantry phalanx.

“Then move!

The red cannon position moved forward a thousand steps!

While the winds grow stronger at night, have the 3,000-man battalion monitor the Wala tribe's movements!" Emperor Yongle stared intently at the sand table, not looking at anyone else, and began making his arrangements.

"Dad, some of these cannons weigh over a thousand pounds, and some weigh over a hundred pounds! We have to move them all in one night..." Prince Han looked at Emperor Yongle, who had suddenly had this idea, with a bewildered expression. He was filled with disbelief, wondering if the emperor was dreaming.
“Move now!
Start immediately!
As many people as possible can go up!
If there are not enough people, count me, an old man, in!

There must not be any sound at all!
Make good camouflage and be in position before dawn!

We must blast this bastard open!" Emperor Yongle said in a low voice, but his tone left no room for doubt.

"Yes~" The generals could only bow their heads and agree.

Watching everyone leave one by one, Emperor Yongle looked at the heavy snow for a long time, and couldn't help feeling sad: Just let me, an old man, be willful again, I don't have many days left!
After leaving the tent, Zhu Zhanhe was not idle either. He went directly to the heavy cavalry camp to gather everyone, and then went to the firearms camp to help move the cannons.

Late at night, it was snowing heavily, the ground was covered with frost, and the snow was so deep that if you took a step down, it would go directly over your ankles!

At this moment, countless Ming soldiers were either dragging ropes or pushing cannons, stumbling step by step as they began to move the cannons. Zhu Zhanhe was no exception, leading his brothers to join in...

The next morning, the heavy snow had just stopped and the sun peeked out for once, but everything else was still asleep.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..." The sounds of countless artillery shelling resounded through the sky. This was the result of countless Ming army soldiers fighting all night long last night!
This bombardment caught the various tribes on the grassland off guard...

Zhu Zhanhe was still standing behind Emperor Yongle, watching the noisy sounds in the tent and rolling his eyes from time to time.

"Your Majesty, the Oirat tribe refuses to fight and is retreating to the mountains!" Fan Zhong rushed in from outside, knelt before Emperor Yongle, and reported loudly. Emperor Yongle still crossed his legs and stroked his beard, as if he hadn't heard.

"Your Majesty, the Oirat tribe refuses to fight. Retreat to the mountains!" Seeing that Emperor Yongle did not respond, Fan Zhong said it several times in a row.

"Let the Three Thousand Battalion go out, the Five Army Battalion provide support, and the Crossbow Battalion and the Divine Machine Battalion provide cover in the middle!" Emperor Yongle gave the order without opening his eyes.

"Yes!" The generals, led by Fan Zhong, knelt down in agreement, and then rushed out.

But it was obvious that Emperor Yongle had wild ideas. Mahamu, who had learned the Ming Dynasty's tactics, had already guessed Emperor Yongle's moves, and all battles were blocked!
"Report, the left wing is blocked!"

"Report, the left wing is blocked!"

"Report, the 3,000-man battalion is blocked!"

...In short, no team fought smoothly, and all of them were ambushed.

Emperor Yongle, who was sitting upright in his chair, stood up suddenly and walked to the sand table after hearing that all attacks were blocked.

"The red cannon positions should move forward a thousand steps and bombard the enemy camp!" This time, Yongle ignored Yu Qian's dissuasion and directly ordered to move the cannon positions during the day!
"No! Your Majesty, think twice!" Yu Qian tried to dissuade him.

"Grandpa, think twice!" Even though he knew he couldn't stop it, Zhu Zhanhe still tried to persuade him, but it was obvious that it had no effect.

This time, no one can stop Emperor Yongle, he wants to win the battle in one go!
But this time, terrible consequences occurred!

Just when the Shenji Camp began to move the cannons, a grassland army of more than 10,000 people suddenly appeared and directly destroyed the entire Shenji Camp!
The Shenji Battalion was as weak and powerless as lambs to be slaughtered in front of these grassland cavalry!
At this point, the Ming army lost the red cannon that was the most deterrent to the grassland!
Even after the Shenji Camp was defeated, this grassland cavalry still did not stop, but instead headed towards Emperor Yongle's central military camp!

"Grandson, a group of Wala cavalry is coming from the rear and breaking up the artillery positions! They are about to reach the central army camp!" Suddenly, a ranger rushed into the camp and shouted loudly.

"Grandson, take the emperor away first, I will go to stop them!" The first person to react was Fan Zhong, the person Emperor Yongle trusted the most. He only said one sentence and rushed out with all the guards in the camp.

"Grandpa, a large army took advantage of the movement of the Shenji Camp to infiltrate. You are a precious person, so let's avoid the attack for the time being..." Zhu Zhanji walked quickly to the front of Emperor Yongle and persuaded him anxiously.

"Should I avoid his edge?
Come, get a knife! " Emperor Yongle ignored Zhu Zhanji's words and instead asked someone to get a knife, preparing to go into battle himself!
"Let's go!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at Emperor Yongle, who looked dazed but still stubborn, and felt a little unwilling for him. However, he still went straight to Emperor Yongle, did not say anything more to him, and directly grabbed one of Emperor Yongle's arms and dragged him away.

Zhu Zhanji was also stunned. He also held the other arm of Emperor Yongle, and the two of them carried Emperor Yongle out of the door...

In a cave in a canyon, Zhu Zhanhe was still following Emperor Yongle, standing quietly, while Zhu Zhanji was arranging defense deployments outside.

At this moment, Emperor Yongle, who had taken off his armor, no longer had any spirit of enthusiasm, but only deep sadness and weakness.

Now, Emperor Yongle was roasting a piece of unknown meat on a branch he had picked up from somewhere, looking very lonely.

"Grandpa, wait until General Fan Zhong defeats the enemy and then come join us!" Zhu Zhanji said carefully to Emperor Yongle.

"Has the red cannon position been lost?" Emperor Yongle did not respond to Zhu Zhanji's words, but asked with a desolate tone.

For a moment, Zhu Zhanji didn't know how to answer, and just lowered his head silently!

(End of this chapter)