Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Gu Qingping nodded slightly, a trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes: "Uncle Huang is right, so how should we deal with it next?"

Zhu Han pondered for a moment and said slowly: "We should keep our troops in place for now and continue to strengthen the defense of the camp. At the same time, send people to closely monitor the movements of the Wala people. If we find any unusual movements from them, we will take immediate action. In addition, we also need to be prepared in case Batur suddenly changes his mind."

All the generals gathered together, looking at Zhu Han's stern face, and a sense of awe surged in their hearts.

Zhu Han said in a deep voice: "There has been a coup d'état within the Oirat. The newly appointed Khan has no intention of negotiating with the Ming Dynasty. Instead, he intends to take advantage of the opportunity to attack the Ming Dynasty. What countermeasures do you have?"

A general bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Oirat people are treacherous. We can no longer negotiate with them. I suggest that we send troops immediately to teach the Oirat people a lesson."

Another general shook his head and said, "No. The Oirat are cunning and changeable. If we rush out rashly, we will probably fall into their trap. I suggest that we hold the camp and wait for the opportunity."

Zhu Han frowned slightly, and after a moment's silence, he said, "I think we can lure the enemy deep into our territory. We can pretend to negotiate with the Oirat people, lead them deep into the Ming territory, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop."

Upon hearing this, all the generals nodded in agreement. Zhu Han immediately sent an order to the soldiers to prepare for battle.

At the same time, he also wrote a letter personally and sent someone to Nanjing to report the matter to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Han stood on a high place, his eyes sharp as torches, looking at the Wala army that was surging like a tide. He clenched his sword in his hand, the sword reflecting a cold light, as if he was also looking forward to the upcoming battle.

"Your Highness, the Oirat people have already penetrated deep into the territory of our Ming Dynasty. Should we attack immediately?" A deputy general rode up to Zhu Han and asked anxiously.

Zhu Han shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "No hurry, wait a little longer. We need to let the Wala people go deeper, wait until they completely enter our encirclement, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop."

Upon hearing this, the deputy general nodded, although a little anxious, and continued to closely monitor the movements of the Oirat people according to Zhu Han's orders.

Finally, when the Wala army reached a valley, a cold light flashed in Zhu Han's eyes. He waved his hand fiercely and shouted loudly: "Attack!"

The Ming army, which had been lying in ambush on both sides of the valley, rushed out like a tiger descending from the mountain. They shouted, waved their weapons, and launched a fierce attack on the Wala army.

Zhu Han led the elite troops to charge directly into the central camp of the Wala army. He swung his sword like lightning, and each strike accurately stabbed the vital points of the Wala soldiers.

Under his leadership, the morale of the Ming soldiers was high and their combat effectiveness was off the charts.

The Oirat people obviously did not expect to be attacked so fiercely, and their formation was thrown into chaos for a moment.

They fled in all directions, trying to escape the pursuit of the Ming army. However, Zhu Han had anticipated their reaction and deployed heavy troops at the exit of the valley in advance.

"Block the exit! Don't let any Wala people go!" Zhu Han shouted loudly.

Zhu Han was trapped in the enemy's camp, but he was not afraid. The sword in his hand moved like a snake, and each strike could take the life of a Wala soldier.

His eyes were cold and firm, as if he could see through every move of the enemy.

However, the Wala people were not pushovers. Although their formation was in disarray, they still put up a desperate resistance.

Their weapons collided with those of the Ming soldiers, making a crisp sound. Blood splattered everywhere, staining every inch of the valley red.

Zhu Han suddenly discovered that a team of elite cavalry rushed out of the central army tent of the Oirat people.

They were wearing heavy armor and holding long spears, and they were heading straight for Zhu Han. Obviously, they were the elite troops of the Oirat people, and they wanted to kill Zhu Han and dampen the morale of the Ming army.

Seeing this, Zhu Han showed no fear at all. He smiled and said to the deputy general beside him: "It seems that the Wala people want my head. However, it won't be so easy for them to succeed."

As he spoke, Zhu Han swung his sword fiercely, beheading a Wala soldier who was charging at him. Then, he turned his horse around and headed towards the elite cavalry.

Zhu Han led the way and charged into the ranks of the elite Wala cavalry, swinging his sword like a violent storm, and each strike could take the life of a Wala cavalryman.

His warhorse seemed to sense his master's will to fight, and its four hooves flew as it shuttled across the battlefield like riding on clouds.

Although the elite Oirat cavalry was brave, they were gradually defeated under Zhu Han's fierce attack. Their formation was broken into pieces and their morale was extremely low.

Just when Zhu Han was about to kill the last Wala cavalryman, he suddenly heard a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds.

He looked up and saw a Wala general riding a warhorse, holding a spear, rushing towards him.

Zhu Han smiled slightly and thought to himself: "It seems that this is the real master of the Wala people."

He turned his horse and headed for the Oirat general. The two horses met on the battlefield, and Zhu Han and the Oirat general engaged in a fierce battle.

Their weapons collided with each other, making a deafening sound. Zhu Han and the Wala general used all their strength to kill each other.

However, the two men's strength was almost the same, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

At this time, the reinforcements led by Zhu Biao finally arrived at the battlefield. They shouted, waved their weapons, and launched a fierce attack on the Wala people.

The morale of the Oirat people was already low, and with the arrival of reinforcements, they were even more defeated.

Zhu Han was overjoyed when he saw this. He exerted his strength and stabbed the sword in his hand into the chest of the Wala general.

The Wala general widened his eyes, looked at Zhu Han in disbelief, and then slowly fell off his horse.

The valley was in a mess, blood dyed every inch of the land red, and corpses lay scattered on the ground.

"Your Highness, we won!" The deputy general ran to Zhu Han excitedly and shouted loudly.

Zhu Han nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Pass the order to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded. Then, we will continue to pursue the Wala people and never let them have a chance to breathe."

Upon hearing this, the deputy general immediately took the order and left. Zhu Han turned his horse around and ran towards Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao had been waiting at the edge of the battlefield for a long time. He looked at Zhu Han's blood-stained figure and felt a surge of admiration in his heart.

"Uncle, you have worked hard." Zhu Biao walked up and said to Zhu Han.

Zhu Han smiled slightly and shook his head: "Your Highness, you are too polite. This is what I should do. However, although the Oirat people were defeated, they have not been completely wiped out. We must continue to pursue them and drive them out of the Ming Dynasty completely." Zhu Biao nodded and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Huang is right. Let's set off now."

As he spoke, Zhu Biao and Zhu Han led the Ming army to continue pursuing the Oirat people.

They were unstoppable and defeated the Oirat people. The Oirat people could not withstand the fierce attack of the Ming army and fled to the northern desert.

"Your Highness, we won." Zhu Han said to Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "This is all thanks to the emperor's uncle. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid it would be difficult for us to achieve this victory."

Zhu Han smiled slightly and shook his head: "Your Highness, you are too polite. This is the result of the joint efforts of me and my soldiers. However, although the Oirat people have been driven out of the Ming territory, they will definitely not give up. We must be fully prepared to prevent them from attacking again."

Zhu Biao nodded and said in a deep voice: "Uncle, you are right. Let's return to Jinling now and report this victory to our father."

Zhu Biao and Zhu Han led the Ming army back to Nanjing. When they entered the Fengtian Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang had been waiting for a long time.

"Biao'er, Han's brother, you are finally back." Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the dusty figures of Zhu Biao and Zhu Han, and felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Han hurried forward to pay their respects. Zhu Biao said respectfully, "Father, your Majesty, your son and I have fulfilled your mission and have driven the Oirat people out of the Ming territory."

Zhu Han also bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the victory of this battle is entirely due to the dedication of the soldiers. I am only trying my best to help."

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and patted the two men on the shoulders: "You don't have to be modest. You two have made great contributions to this victory. I will reward you and all the soldiers who participated in the battle generously!"

After that, he turned to the eunuch beside him and ordered: "Pass the order to hold a celebration banquet to celebrate the success of the crown prince and Prince Jing!"

The eunuch took the order and left. Suddenly, cheers rang out in the hall. Civil and military officials raised their glasses to congratulate Zhu Biao and Zhu Han. Zhu Han and Zhu Biao smiled at each other, their hearts filled with a sense of accomplishment and joy.

Soon, a celebration banquet was held in the Fengtian Hall, which was decorated with lights and colors, and was magnificent. There were all kinds of delicacies and the aroma of fine wines filled the air.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright on the dragon throne, with Zhu Biao and Zhu Han on both sides, and civil and military officials took their seats in order according to their rank.

"Come, my dear ministers, today I want to drink this cup with the Crown Prince and Prince Jing to celebrate the glorious victory of our Ming Dynasty!" Zhu Yuanzhang raised the wine glass and said loudly.

All the civil and military officials stood up and raised their glasses in response. Zhu Biao and Zhu Han also raised their glasses and drank the celebratory wine with Zhu Yuanzhang. As the wine went down his throat, a warm current flowed through his body, as if all the fatigue of the past few days was swept away.

"Your Majesty, I have a favor to ask of you." Zhu Biao put down his wine glass and said respectfully.

Zhu Yuanzhang was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Biao'er, just tell me what you want to say."

Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Han and said, "This victory is entirely due to the wise command of the emperor's uncle. I beg the emperor to reward the emperor's uncle generously to honor his merits."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang turned his gaze to Zhu Han, with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Brother Han, you have made great contributions this time, and I will reward you generously. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

Zhu Han smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, it is my duty to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty. I do not ask for rewards, I only hope that the Ming Dynasty will be forever stable and the people will live and work in peace and contentment."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He said with emotion: "Brother Han, I am very pleased that you are so loyal. However, you still need to be rewarded. I will give you ten thousand taels of gold and a thousand pieces of silk to honor your merits."

Zhu Han immediately knelt on the ground and said gratefully: "I thank your majesty for your grace."

Zhu Yuanzhang helped Zhu Han up and said with a smile: "Brother Han, there is no need to be polite. Come, let's continue drinking."

The celebration banquet continued, with laughter and joy in the hall. Civil and military officials toasted Zhu Biao and Zhu Han, congratulating them on their brilliant victory.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Han also responded one by one, and talked with the officials about the bravery and hardships on the battlefield.

At this moment, an eunuch hurried into the hall and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent military report."

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and said in a deep voice, "Present it."

The eunuch quickly presented a secret letter. Zhu Yuanzhang took it, opened it, and his face suddenly became gloomy. After reading the secret letter, he handed it to Zhu Biao and Zhu Han, and said in a deep voice: "Take a look at this."

Zhu Biao and Zhu Han took the secret letter and looked at it, their faces became solemn. The secret letter said that although the Oirat people were driven out of the Ming Dynasty, they did not give up their plan to attack the Ming Dynasty.

They are secretly accumulating strength and preparing to attack the Ming Dynasty again.

"Father, what should we do?" Zhu Biao asked anxiously.

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment and said, "The Wala people are ambitious and will definitely not give up. We must be fully prepared to prevent them from attacking again."

Zhu Han also nodded and said, "Your Majesty is right. I think we can strengthen the border defense and send envoys to Wala to discuss peace talks with them. It would be best if we can resolve the dispute peacefully."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly after hearing this: "Brother Han, what you said makes sense. Then I will leave this matter to you. I want you to reach a peace agreement with Wala in the shortest possible time."

The atmosphere of the celebration banquet suddenly became somewhat solemn. Civil and military officials discussed the Wala people's plan for another attack, and their hearts were filled with worry and anxiety.

"My dear ministers, don't worry too much." Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and said loudly, "With talents like the Crown Prince and Prince Jing, why should we worry about the destruction of the Oirat? I believe that under the leadership of the Crown Prince and Prince Jing, the Ming Dynasty will be able to maintain its rule forever and the people will live and work in peace and contentment!"

Upon hearing this, all the civil and military officials stood up and saluted, shouting "Long live the emperor". Zhu Yuanzhang's words were like a warm current that flowed into their hearts.

The celebration banquet continued, but the atmosphere was completely different from before. The civil and military officials were no longer just immersed in the joy of victory, but began to discuss how to deal with the Wala people's next attack plan.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Han also actively participated in it and discussed countermeasures with all officials.

"Your Highness, I think we can strengthen the defensive fortifications on the border and send elite troops to garrison key locations." A general bowed and said to Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao nodded and said, "That makes sense. However, we still need to send envoys to Wala to discuss peace talks with them. It would be best if we can resolve the dispute peacefully."

Zhu Han also added: "Your Highness is right. However, we need to be fully prepared when sending envoys. The Oirat people are cunning and changeable, so we must be on guard." (End of this chapter)