Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 276 Chapter 276, British public youth left a name in history, Zhu Cihong worshiped and offered loyalty
Spring has come.

This past winter was of special significance to Zhu Cihong.

What does marriage mean?
When Zhu Cihong left Duanben Palace in a chariot in full military uniform, he could see Luo Yunyao's pretty face, although she tried her best to conceal it, but still couldn't hide the sadness of separation.

Zhu Cixi waved his hands vigorously, then turned around and muttered to himself.

"Damn, I almost made a fool of myself."

Zhu Cihong rubbed his eyes and cursed softly.

"It's so windy, mother, can you drive, old Fang? What are you doing so fast?"

Fang Gong froze for a moment, looked at the four slow-moving horses in front of him, and immediately said: "It's my servant's fault, Your Highness forgives me."

Zhu Cihong snorted, raised his head, and stared at the Fengtian Temple that was gradually approaching in the distance.

This time, he didn't know when he would be able to return, but he knew that there was always a woman quietly at home, thinking about him day and night, waiting for his return.

This feeling is really good.

Half an hour later, Daming Ancestral Temple.

Emperor Chongzhen quietly watched Zhu Cihong complete the action of offering incense to the ancestors before speaking.

"Really okay?"

Zhu Cihong smiled and nodded.

"Father, don't worry, Jiannu is stronger than the Mongols. My son can even fight Jiannu, so what is a mere Heshuote Mongolian?"

Chongzhen was obviously still a little worried, and said: "I know that place in Qinghai, there is miasma. If you go up, you have to be careful."

Hearing this, Zhu Cilang couldn't help but smile: "Father, don't worry, my son will find a way to solve it."

The so-called miasma is actually altitude sickness.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is sparsely populated. Why has it always been difficult to conquer it?It is because of the existence of altitude sickness.

Once you get high altitude sickness, common symptoms include headache, insomnia, loss of appetite, fatigue, and difficulty breathing.

Under such circumstances, the soldiers from the low-altitude Central Plains dynasty often had difficulty even moving. Even if they moved reluctantly, their combat effectiveness when wielding weapons was greatly reduced. Naturally, they could not be opponents of the plateau army.

But Zhu Cihong was different, because Zhu Cihong led a total of [-] Musketeers.

Musketeers do not need to wield weapons or wear any armor in combat. They only need to load ammunition and then raise their guns to fire.

In other words, maintaining the combat ability of a musketeer does not actually require much physical strength. Even a musketeer who is very weak because of his height can barely shoot a few shots, and he can still kill the enemy.

This is the change brought about by hot weapons to the war, and it is also the confidence that Zhu Cihong can truly conquer Qinghai-Tibet and bring it into the rule of the Ming government system.

The same is true for why the Qing Dynasty was able to conquer the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in history. The benefits of eating hot weapons are not Wencheng Wude, destiny.

It's impossible for the old man Shiquan to have a destiny, but I don't have it, right?
Zhu Cihong set out on the road full of confidence.

Ten thousand musketeers, led by His Royal Highness the Prince, is undoubtedly a very high configuration specification.

If a Duke of the State is added as the deputy general, the specification can be said to exceed the standard and then exceed the standard.

Zhu Cihong looked curiously at the enthusiastic British Duke beside him: "British Duke, frankly speaking, I don't really understand your thoughts very well. Wouldn't it be nice for you to guard the capital well and be your Minister of War? Why do you have to fight with Ben?" Gong ran to the bitter cold place on the plateau to suffer?"

The British Duke pondered for a while, and said: "If I say that I hate the intrigues in the political arena, and only want to lead troops to fight with His Highness, will His Highness believe it?"

Zhu Cixiang said sincerely: "I believe you are a ghost."

The British Duke was not surprised, and said again: "If the minister said, the minister feels that His Highness the Crown Prince will surely destroy the Heshuot Khanate this time, so he wants to follow His Royal Highness to claim some credit, and by the way, be recorded in the annals of history by the official historian. His Royal Highness believes that ?"

Zhu Cihong suddenly realized: "So that's the case, Duke Ying, I never thought you came here for this."

Fame goes down in history, who doesn't value it?

The British Duke smiled and said: "Your Highness doesn't value these things, it's just because His Highness is a legend that is going to be written into history. The ministers are different. Even if you can get a few words in the history books, you need to fight desperately for them." Just do it."

Zhu Cihong squeezed her chin, finally able to understand why Li Guozhen showed such a mournful expression after failing to compete for the position of lieutenant general.

This time the advance base is Xi'an. There are two routes to Xi'an, one is to go south to Henan and then west to Shaanxi, and the other is to go to Datong, Shanxi, and go south to Xi'an from Yulin.

This route from Henan belongs to the Central Plains and is more comfortable to walk. However, at Zhu Cixiang's request, this time we took the Datong-Yulin line.

Walking down this line basically took more than half of the Great Wall of Daming.

Zhu Cilang stared at the winding Great Wall among the mountains in the distance, and suddenly said: "My lord, I have heard a saying that the Great Wall is for offense, not defense, what do you think?"

The British Duke pondered for a moment, and said, "Is your Highness familiar with the person who said this?"

Zhu Cihong said: "Not familiar at all."

Britain is fair: "The person who said that is a fool. The Great Wall, as the name implies, is a long wall. What else can the wall be used for if it is not used for defense? As for the attack... Do we want to build the Great Wall into Mongolia in the north inch by inch? In the grassland, are the Mongols being cultivated to death?"

After Zhu Cihong heard it, she couldn't help laughing: "Although I think that statement is very reasonable, I also think that your statement, British Duke, is also very reasonable."

The British Duke blinked his eyes and said, "Could it be that this is the legendary 'listening to what you have to say is like listening to what you have to say'?"

Soon, Zhu Cihong's hearty laughter spread far away.

When passing through Dingbian County, Zhu Cihong deliberately asked Li Dingguo to lead the way, and went to pay homage to Zhang Xianzhong.

Looking at Zhang Xianzhong's tomb in front of him, Zhu Cihong was slightly surprised: "What's going on?"

This is a very simple tomb, just a small pile of earth, and a very simple tombstone is erected on the earth.

But the main part of the tombstone is empty, only a few small characters are engraved in the lower right corner-"Er Zhang Ding Guoli".

Li Dingguo said softly: "Father, his reputation... is actually not very good in his hometown."

Zhu Cilang was silent for a moment, and said: "Are you afraid of retaliation from the local government? I will send someone to speak to them."

Li Dingguo shook his head and said: "Thank you, Your Highness, but there is no need. After all, my father has some reputation. If someone knows that the tombstone is here, tomb robbers may come and disturb my father's body."

Zhu Cihong nodded slightly, and said, "That's fine."

Zhu Cilang lit a stick of incense, looked at the grave in front of him, and spoke slowly.

"You want a good life, this palace can understand. But only after you die, people in the world can live a truly good life. You can go at ease, this palace assures you that from now on, Daming will never have A person like you who can’t survive and can only rebel in order to get a better life.”

Zhu Cilang cupped his hands and placed the stick of incense on Zhang Xianzhong's grave.

(End of this chapter)