As he said this, Zhu Zhanji was determined to follow him to the Khanate of the Golden Horde. It would be fine if he thought about it at dusk. Anyway, he was just a grandson, and Zhu Gaochi had several sons.

Don't worry.

Besides, Zhu Zhanji was by his side, Zhu Di would be concerned about this matter.

He said, "Okay, okay, if you have to go, then go. Anyway, the war now is no longer the kind of charge and close fight that used to be in front of you. With the firearm in hand, what's wrong with you?"

Zhu Zhanji then changed his face.

The dusk continued: "The next thing is quite complicated. My squats are from 16,000 people, of which 8,000 men from the northern desert have arrived. They are stationed outside Beigu City. Another 8,000 people have just left the customs and can arrive in about half a month. This is the squats of squats. Since you are going, I will not recruit troops. Just pick 10,000 elite troops and follow you."

Zhu Zhanji asked weakly: "Is it enough for only 26,000 people?"

This is to fight a country alone.

Moreover... According to the speculation of the staff around you, maybe the dusk will not only be the Khanate of the Gold Horde this time. Once the Khanate of the Gold Horde is broken through, it will probably directly enter Shaharu's territory, and then there will be tough battles.

Zhu Zhanji thought that at dusk, he would order 30,000 to 50,000 people.

Not to mention, there are really 30,000 troops on the Ola side now.

In addition, Xiongba's troops were drawn from Yili, which was almost 70,000 to 80,000 people. After the Khanate of the Gold Horde, it would be no big problem to attack Shaharu.

But at dusk, I only ordered ten thousand yuan?

This is enough people?

Dusk smiled, "This little force is obviously not enough, but don't forget that we still have 20,000 Angkor army, and 20,000 Yilibali army from Nigmamati. This is 40,000 people. These 40,000 people are all elite soldiers. It is not very stressful to fight a Golden Horde."

Zhu Zhanji: "Where is Shaharu behind?"

After thinking about it, Xun said with great confidence: "The problem is still not big. I want the world to see what it means to determine a country by one person."

Zhu Zhanji: "..."

If you brag, don’t pay taxes, you can brag as you please.

Dusk laughed, "Don't think that only 10,000 elites are enough. All 10,000 must be equipped with firearms. In addition, Your Majesty's imperial edict is coming soon. The Mobei Gedu Division and the Shenji Camp in the various garrison troops will hand over a large number of firearms. That is to say, my 16,000 celestial etiquettes and your 10,000 elites will be equipped with firearms, 26,000 troops, and extremely lethal firearms. I really don't believe that the Golden Horde can resist it, and I don't believe that Shahru can stop my army from passing through."

Zhu Zhanji whispered, "Is this really going to fight Shahalu? This will put huge pressure on the three governors of the Oirat. Not only these three governors, but also the entire north and northwest, and even Yingtian, will have to bear huge logistical pressure."

This expedition is too far.

If the official road was not built too well now, it would be impossible for a civil servant to achieve this in the past without a hundred thousand civil servants. Even the current official road, the governing officials of the north and northwest would have to requisition tens of thousands of civil servants to transport food and grass.

But even so, the pressure is still great.

Twenty-six thousand, no, it's sixty-six thousand. You can't help but prepare food and grass for the army of Xiongba and Nigmamati. If you count this way, you will really have to requisition more than 100,000 civilians.

This means preparing food for 200,000 to 300,000 people.

Can the pressure be too high?

Although the country is indeed rich now, you prepare food for hundreds of thousands of people, and Nuer Gan prepares food for hundreds of thousands of people. In this way, will the domestic food price still take off?

If you suffer a few more defeats, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Xun shook his head with a smile, "Since it's an expedition, we must be prepared. In terms of food and grass, Nigmamati or Xiongba, one of them will be a logistics army, responsible for the transportation of food and grass. Our 26,000 people will all be cavalrymen, with very strong mobility and cannot stay in place to wait for food and grass, so we must have a mental preparation to fight with war."

At this time, there is no kindness.

But this tactic is afraid that the opponent will give you a strong wall and clear the world. In that case, it will basically collapse, so 26,000 people still need to prepare a large amount of instant noodles.

Finally, he said: "You have gone anyway. I think the prince and our Majesty Yongle will not be happy to see the news that the grandson died in heaven. So in terms of food and grass, I don't think there is any need to worry, maybe it's more than Nuer who does that."

Zhu Zhanji was dumbfounded and couldn't help but swear.

Damn it.

In love, you have already planned to let me go to the Golden Horde, but you have to dig a hole and wait for me to jump in by myself. It's not kind.

That being said, Zhu Zhanji still feels very happy.

My father won’t say anything. Since his grandfather Zhu Di ascended the throne, he has only gone to the Tatars in person and never experienced the scenery of the battlefield. But Zhu Zhanji knew that his grandfather Zhu Di yearned for the battlefield full of dust from the bottom of his heart.

However, he can only take charge of Yingtian now.

But I can ride on the vast mountains and rivers, building a vast land for the great foundation of the Ming Dynasty, which makes people think of Li He's poem: Why don't men take Wu Gou and collect fifty states of Guanshan?

A real man should shed blood on the battlefield.

...

...

It was night, a banquet was held.

Fang Bin, Huang Huai, Zhu Zhanji, Taiping, Dusk, Sangtuo, Hulanbat and others participated, with extremely high standards, and basically the highest levels of the entire Oirat gathered.

Three governors and one chief commander.

However, the banquet is not as high-end as anyone imagined. It is just an ordinary banquet, and everyone has a good time to have fun, but the alcohol tolerance is uneven. Some people have just had fun, while others are already drunk.

For example, Fang Bin was drunk by Zhu Zhanji early on.

Huanghuai and Dusk also became 80% drunk, leaving everyone to continue drinking. Huanghuai and Dusk walked out and walked on the brand new city tower. Looking at the galaxy in the sky, Huanghuai suddenly felt a little touched, "Compared with this world, we and today's spring breeze are all passers-by. A hundred years later, we will leave our descendants here to see the galaxy with the autumn water."

The world is vast, and life is just a drop in the ocean.

Dusk nodded.

Looking back at Beigu City, which was slightly lit, and smiled and said, "Beigu City, Gubei City, although we are all passers-by, a hundred years later, there are several names that cannot be ignored in the history of this city."

Passerby?

Who is not a passerby in life?

At dusk, sometimes even wondered whether I had really traveled to the Ming Dynasty in history, and whether it would be the Ming Dynasty in another world, otherwise, if history was changed like this, would it still be under the butterfly effect?

This time travels through life, it seems like Zhuang Zhouyi's dream.
Chapter completed!