Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

Tumubao.

When Zhu Dijun uttered those three words, it was as if an invisible thunderbolt had struck from the modern era and crashed into the long river of history!

The Ming Dynasty, Hongwu Hall.

"Bang!"

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his palm down and shattered the dragon table in front of him. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the sky, and his chest heaved violently.

Tumu Fortress!

He was familiar with this place name; it was a garrison in the northern border region of the Ming Dynasty!

Why should future generations go there?!

The next second, the comments from the modern timeline gave him, and all the emperors from all timelines, an answer that was enough to make their hearts stop!

"Holy crap! Tumu Fortress! Brother Jun is serious! After digging up the Qing dynasty's ancestral graves, he's now going to uproot the Ming dynasty!"

[“High-energy warning ahead! Non-combatants please evacuate! The Great Ming War God is about to be deployed!”]

"Hahahaha! The Great Ming War God? Zhu Qizhen, the Fortress Emperor! He wiped out 500,000 troops in one battle and was even captured alive, creating a miracle in the history of human warfare!"

"Don't forget, there's something even more incredible! After being released, he had someone open the gates of his own capital city, earning him the title of 'The Gate-Knocker Emperor'! I'm dying of laughter, what an unprecedented legend!"

The Great Ming War God?

The door-knocking emperor?

Half a million troops... wiped out?!

boom!!!!

Every word was like a red-hot iron hammer, smashing hard on the foreheads of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty!

Yongle Palace.

"puff--"

Zhu Di nearly spat out a mouthful of blood; his usually cold and dignified face was now twisted beyond recognition!

He turned around abruptly, his eyes, which seemed to devour people, fixed intently on Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi!

"Boss... Boss!!"

Zhu Di's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, hoarse with a metallic scraping quality.

"These are your good descendants?! Huh?!"

"Five hundred thousand!!"

"Did we ever suffer such a crushing defeat in our five Northern Expeditions?! Our grandson, our great-grandson, was captured alive with an army of 500,000?!"

"They...they even knocked on the door?!"

Zhu Gaochi's already obese body trembled like a leaf in the wind. He knelt down with a thud, his face ashen.

"Father...Father...Your son...Your son doesn't know!!"

He tried to explain, but found that his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't say a word!

His gaze, filled with despair, fell upon his son, the Crown Prince Zhu Zhanji.

During the Xuande era.

"No...it's impossible..."

At the height of his life, Emperor Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji slumped onto the dragon throne, utterly dejected.

His eyes were unfocused, and he kept repeating those words to himself.

Zhu Qizhen!

That's his son! His and Empress Sun's most beloved eldest son!

He personally taught him to read and to ride and shoot, regarding him as the most perfect successor of the Ming Dynasty!

But later generations... later generations actually said that he...

Zhu Zhanji dared not think any further; he felt as if his world had collapsed!

At this moment, the most devastated person was none other than the young emperor Zhu Qizhen himself, in the Qianqing Palace during the seventh year of the Zhengtong era!

He stared at the blinding barrage of comments on the screen, feeling as if struck by lightning, and stood frozen in place.

"The Great Ming War God... the Gatekeeper Emperor..."

He recited the two words, filled with humiliation and mockery, blankly.

"An army of 500,000... captured alive..."

"No...this isn't me! This isn't me!"

Young Zhu Qizhen's face flushed crimson, then turned deathly pale. He pointed a trembling finger at the sky and let out a hysterical scream:

"Nonsense! You are slandering me! I am the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty! How could I possibly be defeated! How could I possibly be captured!"

"Wang Zhen! Wang Zhen!"

He called out in terror to his most trusted eunuch.

However, no one could answer him.

Because, throughout the entire Ming Dynasty era, from Zhu Yuanzhang to Zhu Qizhen, all members of the imperial family and all civil and military officials were completely silenced in this sudden "spoiler" storm.

shame!

An unprecedented and utterly humiliating disgrace!

This is no longer a scandal; it's throwing the face of the Ming Dynasty's Zhu imperial family, along with the dignity of the entire nation, onto the ground and crushing it into mud!

Inside the Hongwu Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang's anger had reached its peak.

He pointed at his sons and roared:

"Look at you all! Give us a good look!"

"These are your fine descendants!"

"Fourth brother!"

He specifically named Zhu Di.

"You're one of the most capable feudal lords! Tell me, could the Oirats catch 500,000 pigs in a day?!"

Zhu Di's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He couldn't understand why his 500,000-strong army had been completely wiped out at Tumu Fortress.

Yongle Time and Space

"Koo-jai!"

Zhu Di then turned to Zhu Zhanji.

"Your father is kind, and you're a good child! But look at the son you gave birth to! Does he... does he even have the face to bear the surname Zhu?!"

"Knocking on the door?!"

"Even if the descendants of the Zhu family die, they should die on the front lines! How dare he come to his own doorstep and knock on the door?!"

"Our face! The face of our Great Ming Dynasty! This unfilial descendant has utterly disgraced us!!"

Old Zhu was so angry that he trembled all over. He wished he could travel through time and strangle that rebellious grandson who had brought endless shame to his Zhu family!

However, just when everyone was stunned by the terrifying number of "500,000 soldiers killed in battle" and ashamed of the humiliation of being called "the emperor who knocked on the door," they were completely overwhelmed with shame.

A faint yet crucial question quietly arose in another time and space.

The Ming Dynasty, during the Chenghua era.

Emperor Zhu Jianshen, who had already ascended the throne, looked at the sky and frowned deeply.

As Zhu Qizhen's son, he knew far more about the Tumu Crisis than anyone else.

Although the court officials kept quiet about it, and many of the related archives were altered.

but……

He clearly remembered that after he ascended the throne, he secretly reviewed the Ministry of War records from before and after the defense of the capital.

According to records, the defeat at Tumu Fortress was indeed a crushing defeat.

The nobles, officials, and civil and military ministers who accompanied the expedition were almost all killed or wounded.

But... the number of soldiers who died in battle was far less than 500,000!

It's not even 100,000!

Where did the "500,000" that people in later generations keep talking about come from?

Is it...

A thought suddenly arose in Zhu Jianshen's mind that even he found terrifying.

Could there be something else going on behind this 500,000?