Chile River, under the Yin Mountains. The sky is like a dome, covering all the fields. The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep.

The scenery of the grassland is excellent, vast and quiet, and the breeze blows through the Qinghai area, rippling with high vitality.

It is difficult for you to associate this kind of paradise-like environment on earth with Mongolia, which was traversing Europe and Asia, galloping thousands of miles to destroy hundreds of countries. The nations born in this environment actually have such an inflated desire to conquer and kill.

The grassland, or nomadic peoples, are like a sword of Damocles hanging on the heads of the Central Plains. For thousands of years, once the neighbors in the south have become weak, this nation born on horseback will pick up the saber with a grim smile, wave the horse whip, sing their folk songs excitedly, shouting the blessing of immortality, jumping over the Great Wall, and going south.

Today, the neighbors in the south launched a reverse conquest towards the prairie!

A huge army, hundreds of thousands of horses' hooves hit the green drum surface like hammer handles, and muffled thunder exploded.

"The meat is resurrected."

No one knew that according to the march plan he had formulated, when Zhu Di ran for a day and night, the flesh on the inner side of his legs had been ground to hurt, but Zhu Di could tolerate it so much that even Zhu Gaoxu, who had been with him, could not see it. If it weren't for the camping, Zhu Di would step behind him.

"father?"

Zhu Gaoxu was startled and subconsciously shouted, but was frightened by Zhu Di's look back.

This unexpected situation was something Zhu Di never expected, and he even fell into deep self-doubt for a while.

But if you think about it carefully, in addition to fighting in the southwest that year, because of the terrain, you rarely ride horses on foot and then live in Nanjing. How many years have he not been so crazy about marching?

Four hundred miles a day and night!

Military books often say that Min Hou is moving, but Xiahou Miaocai only has more than 350 miles of tiger and leopard cavalry at most. Zhu Di has been promoted to another fifty miles on this basis!

In order to cover the entire Onon River before I could recover from my senses in the prairie!

But Zhu Di did not calculate that he would feel Liu Paopuo's situation one day. Liu Paopuo's feelings fell into his mouth, which was really unreasonable.

"This is God's warning to me."

In the temporary tent, Zhu Di took off his skirt and looked at the bloody and bloody inside his legs, and sighed.

"Time is short, and it turns out that I am old. I have only been raising it for three or four years and I can't even ride a war horse."

Zhu Gaoxu was busy preparing medicine for Zhu Di this time, and he replied subconsciously: "Dad is not old? According to me, I can still ride for at least 30 years."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhu Di took the medicine handed over by Zhu Gaoxu and applied it to the base of his thighs. He immediately took a breath of cold air, and then burst into laughter.

"As old, it's old. Fortunately, your father can trample the grassland before raising birds and teasing grasshoppers. This life is worth it."

Zhu Di himself didn't know why he had such a big obsession with conquering the grassland. Maybe this was the reason why he stayed in the north since he was a child and met the grassland people.

At present, the Ming National Defense Forces in the northwest, south of the Moon, and Daning all entered the grassland. Among them, the entire route of Moon was 50,000 elite cavalry, all of which were young in their prime years in their twenties and thirty years old. In the direction of Daning, there were even servants from the three guards of Urianha, plus several Jurchen dog-legged men including the savages, Haixi, Beishan and other Jurchens. The Daning Wei also mobilized nearly 50,000 elite cavalry.

Zhu Di felt that in the environment where the scenery of thousands of miles of the Mobei Grassland is full of glory, a battlefield that does not rely on command to fight is entirely based on life. With such military strength as the Ming Dynasty, even if a child with a yellow mouth is allowed to command, the Ming Dynasty should have won but not defeated.

What's more, the commander-in-chief of this battle was the King of Yan of the Ming Dynasty, who had been terrified of the grassland that he had killed in the past?

"Stay for four hours and continue raiding. Be sure to complete the established military order to encircle the Onon River within five days."

It was only more than a thousand miles from Dongsheng Acropolis to the Onan River. It was only a thousand miles away. It was a straight line and arrived in three days. However, Zhu Di made up his mind to eat all the herdsmen of the Onan River. Naturally, he chose to encircle the circle. He wanted to be more awesome than Lan Yu and directly stew the grassland in one pot!

Daning is closer to the Onon River than Zhu Di, so the speed will naturally slow down a lot.

On the eastern battlefield, Zhu Ju, who was then the commander of Daningwei, was busy cleaning up and sweeping the grassland tribes along the way.

His surname is Zhu, but he is not a clan relative.

He was the slave of King Ning Zhu Quan, and he was given the surname Zhu.

Zhu Quan was deprived of military power by Zhu Yunwen and recalled to Nanjing. Zhu Ju took over Zhu Quan's squad because he had been in Daning for a long time and was familiar with the army. He was responsible for the guards of the three guards of Wurianha and several Jurchens in Daning.

Zhu Yunwen issued a strict order, and the savage Jurchens who were hiding between the white mountains and black waters, the North Mountain Jurchens, and the Haixi Jurchens who survived by the sea must move out and fill in the Daning and the south of the desert, otherwise the entire clan would be destroyed.

The end of the Jianzhou Jurchens was still in front of him. How could these three departments dare to retaliate? They were so scared that they honestly summoned the people from Liaodong to Daning and Monan, and assigned them to various garrisons to accept unified command and leadership.

“The scenery on the grassland is really nice.”

Zhu Ju stood on a low mountain, behind him was the chiefs of various tribes, Wei Nuonuo.

"In a few days, this land will be the horse farm of His Majesty of the Heavenly Dynasty."

The leaders of several tribes flatteredly agreed.

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor grants the power of the monarch, and he has always been a herder on behalf of heaven. The grassland, sea, and mountains are all the property of His Majesty the Great Emperor."

Zhu Ju turned his head and looked cold: "It was granted by the God's power. Without His Majesty's imperial edict, even if it is the so-called god, it is just a sacrifice to the evil god."

The arrogant Han people, where does the pride come from in their bones? They even disdain the gods of heaven and earth?

Several chiefs were scolded, and they all lowered their eyebrows and looked pleased. Vino, who was trembling with fear, should be.

"General."

A brave man ran from the low mountain and greeted Zhu Ju.

"The radius of a hundred miles has been cleared, and more than a thousand Tartars have been captured."

"All cut off, and I have no time to escort them."

As soon as Zhu Ji opened his mouth, the air around him was instantly filled with blood.

The soldiers took the order to retreat, and several chiefs took the initiative to ask for the order: "General, let the scattered work of sweeping the outside world be left to slaves and others to do, so that the athletes in the upper country can rest for a while."

Sweeping means cattle, sheep and property, and it means that military discipline can be indulged. The military camp is full of men, and they are all irritated these days.

"Okay, since you volunteered, I will give you this opportunity, but the ugly words are ahead. If anyone who reports the news will ruin the major affairs of our army..."

"Please commit suicide in front of the formation to correct the military discipline."

The few people were overjoyed and hurriedly clasped their fists and shouted.

"Then go."

Zhu Ju's eyes drooped slightly, and he spoke blood: "It spread out from the central army, and it was fifty miles in a radius, without leaving any grass."

No grass left!

The cycle of heaven is a worldly feud, and one should be revenge!
Chapter completed!