Ming Dynasty: The Sixth Brother of the Zhu Family Seeks Immortality

The last few Wala cavalry saw that Zhu Zhankan was the leader of this group of people.

They wanted to capture the thief and the king!

Just when they wanted to get closer, they felt as if they saw their chests!

Their heads seemed to fall off!

The last few cavalry were eliminated, and Zhu Zhankan approached the Wala camp.

After seeing the kidnapped Ming woman in an area, he decisively ordered, kill! Kill them all!

This tribe was not big, probably reaching the level of thousands of people.

But under the crushing lethality of the White Horse Volunteers, it was quickly destroyed.

Chapter 95 Building a City

After destroying other people's tribes, as a victor, the first thing to do is to collect prisoners and supplies.

The step of taking prisoners was omitted.

Zhu Zhankan did not leave any prisoners to capture.

After the battle, King Zhao and Zhu Zhanji began to search for the camps of the Wala small tribe.

After a while, Zhu Zhanji came out first, and there were still many people in tattered clothes or wearing clothes behind him.

The way these people dress looks different from the Wala people. They are obviously the people of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhanji approached Zhu Zhankan and said indignantly: "These people are all the people of my Ming Dynasty. They were captured by the Wala people and their food and grass for winter and spring farming were robbed."

Zhu Zhankan glanced at the crowd of people, about 200 people.

"Didn't my third uncle mobilize tens of thousands of logistics troops in the back? Let a few cavalry bring people and take them back to the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Zhanji nodded in approval and rode forward.

As soon as Zhu Zhanji left, King Zhao drove a sweat-blood horse and came over with a gloomy face.

"Zhankan, nephew, this small Wala tribe is really poor. Apart from a few hundred war horses and nags, there is almost no extra supplies in the tribe, and most of those horses were shot dead."

Zhu Zhankan didn't think it was beyond his expectations when he heard it.

If this tribe still had food and drink, why would they violate the border of the Ming Dynasty?

Put your head on your belt, come and take risks?

"It's good to have something, take it back, and prepare to find the next small tribe." Zhu Zhankan waved his hand, signaling the White Horse Yicong to prepare to retreat.

After occupying a small tribe, Zhu Zhankan understood why the important officials in the court did not agree to the expedition to the north.

The harvest is too limited! The income after occupation is too unstable!

A small tribe of a thousand people, the income after occupation is only a few dozen horses, and hundreds of dead horses.

Although there are natural disasters and man-made disasters, the income of this tribe is very scarce.

But most of the grassland tribes are like this.

"Unless the income of the grassland can reach a considerable level, even if the Wala and Tatar are beaten further north, they will come back sooner or later."

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Driving dozens of horses, with a hundred or eighty people of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhankan and his party returned to the location of the logistics army.

Looking at the 10,000 troops deployed, it is really an army of over 10,000, boundless!

Back in the camp, Zhu Zhanji and King Zhao were very excited, especially Zhu Zhanji, whose mouth was almost stretched to the sky.

This was his first time to fight, and he wiped out a tribe of 1,000 people from Wala.

Although he did not wipe them out personally, he played a little role.

At the very least, he was an experienced person!

Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Zhankan with joy: "Sixth brother, this time we killed thousands of Wala people, which can be said to be a great victory!"

Zhu Zhankan shook his head unsatisfied: "It's good to kill, but the harvest is too little."

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand without caring: "It's enough to kill the enemy, and you don't need to care about the little harvest!"

Zhu Zhankan's face was full of question marks like an old man in the subway. Killing the enemy without harvest is not a long-term killing!

"Without harvest, where will the money for the northern expedition come from? Don't you want the border line?" Zhu Zhankan pointed to the military settlements that were already having a very difficult time.

"These people are soldiers stationed here. If ordinary people lived here, their lives would be even harder..." Zhu Zhankan said with emotion.

"Sixth brother, is there a way to change the current situation here?"

Zhu Zhankan thought of the magical inkstone, and smiled: "Should I say yes or no?"

In the next few days, a rumor spread throughout the grassland.

The ancient heroic spirits of the Central Plains will ride on silent war horses and wipe out all the tribes one by one!

Although the rumor was groundless, it spread widely.

Under the influence of this rumor, many small tribes joined Mahamu's tribe or became vassals of Mahamu's tribe.

"Father, this method of spreading rumors is really effective!" Mahamu's son Tuohuan looked at the small tribes migrating to join their tribe with a happy face.

But Mahamu did not show an expression that was too happy.

Tuohuan noticed that his father was not very happy, and asked in confusion: "Father, our tribe is now strong, why don't you look happy?"

"According to the scouts, the recent actions of the Ming army are very strange!"

Mahamu took out a map and simply pointed out a location.

"The Ming army has gathered no less than 10,000 troops here, but there is no dangerous place here, nor is it a strategic location."

Tuohuan's military sense is far inferior to that of his father Mahamu, and even less than that of his son Yesen.

He did not see anything wrong on the map that Mahamu brought out.

But since his father said so, he would go and see the situation.

Tuohuan bowed and said, "Father, in this case, let me lead the troops to explore the strength of the Ming army. Maybe they are just in name only!"

Mahamu nodded, "Okay! Take a few spies and three thousand cavalrymen, and you go to investigate."

In a few incense sticks, a cavalry army of three thousand people appeared outside Mahamu's camp.

The leader of the troops was naturally Mahamu's son Tuohuan.

Mahamu watched Tuohuan leave the camp, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"I hope the sacrifice of Changshengtian will not be needed..."

Tuohuan led the army to the place where Mahamu found something unusual.

In order not to alarm the Ming army as much as possible, they chose to encircle and detour, walk around, and get close to the Ming garrison.

However, after reaching the destination, everything he saw made Tuohuan's jaw drop!

He actually saw a city wall on the grassland! !

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There are also semi-finished houses and tents inside the city wall!

This is obviously the Ming army building a city on the grassland! And judging from the situation, the city has been built almost!

This is what surprised Tuohuan the most.

If the Ming Dynasty has been building a city here for so long, why did they, the Wala, only discover it today?

When Tuohuan saw this scene, he subconsciously wanted to send troops to stop the Ming Dynasty from continuing to build the city.

Tuohuan knew very well that if the Ming Dynasty really had the means to quickly build a city on the grassland, the grassland tribes would no longer have any chance of winning.

The so-called joint fight against the Ming Dynasty would also become a joke!

Chapter 96 Battle for the City Wall

Just when Tuohuan saw the edge of the city wall, some soldiers had already started moving bricks.

He couldn't hold back.

"You, go back and report to the Khan that the Ming army is preparing to build a city on the border, and the prototype has already been built!"

Zhu Zhankan and Zhu Zhanji, who were pretending to build a city, were at a relatively high place.

They were observing the Wala cavalry that had arrived.

"Sixth brother, do you think that group of cavalry will come to attack us?" Zhu Zhanji looked at the thousands of cavalry not far away with some vigilance.

The thousands of cavalry were invincible, and the momentum of thousands of people lined up did not seem as exaggerated as that of the army of ten thousand people.

But the power should not be underestimated.

"It will definitely happen." Zhu Zhankan said affirmatively: "We are building a city at the junction of Wala, Tatar and our Ming Dynasty. No matter which side, neither side will easily let us build a city."