Zhu Zhanji was very pleased.

The Ming Dynasty is getting better and better under his governance, and his son is also growing vigorously. Although he still doesn't see any great talents or strategies, he believes that his son will be a good emperor in the future.

But, he is also very hard.

Because Zhu Zhanji was a loner in the true sense, the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty was based on the serious damage to the interests of the officials and gentry.

Zhu Zhanji was even more hated than Zhu Di.

Although the Ming Dynasty fully opened up the sea, the families who were officials in the court could not get involved at all. Before, everyone had to pay it back without having to eat. Now, how can the officials and gentry not feel uncomfortable seeing others eating meat and not being able to drink their own soup?

In particular, the abolition of brothels made officials even more sad.

This cannot be compensated by just holding an occasional entertainment event in the palace.

At the same time, corruption in the military is also a major problem.

The phenomenon of empty pay in the army was repeated. The food obtained under the farming system was not enough to supply every soldier due to layer upon layer exploitation by officers.

Zhu Zhanji had a headache and couldn't help but think of the recruitment system proposed by Li Qing.

But after some careful consideration, he gave up.

Without him, with the current wealth of the Ming Dynasty, once the hereditary system of military membership is abolished, the army will be dispersed.

If you can have enough to eat even if you are not a soldier, who would want to fight as a soldier and earn a living with your head in your hands?

Fortunately, Ming Dynasty is now rich and can provide subsidies to the army, so there will be no trouble, but the fundamental reason has not been solved.

It is difficult to be an emperor, but it is even harder to be a good emperor. It is simply impossible to be a good emperor who is loved by his ministers and the people.

Therefore, Zhu Zhanji was very tired.

But, there is no way, who made him the emperor?

All he can do is try his best to make Ming Dynasty better.

As for the Ming Dynasty's comprehensive coverage of all matters big and small...it's really a bit overwhelming.

…

In the ninth year of Xuande's reign, the two major tribes on the grassland went to war again.

Ever since Zhu Zhanji gave Tuohuan the Jade Seal, the battle between the two sides has never ended. The reason is very simple. The Dragon Sword and the Heavenly Sword have always been the objects of competition among martial arts masters.

But this time it was particularly fierce, and both sides really fought for blood.

The old Arutai got on his horse and said to the old woman, "King, in this battle I will behead Tuo Huan and snatch back our jade seal."

"Well, you have to be careful yourself." The woman's silver hair is long gone, and the wildness in her eyes is no longer what it used to be.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty was still a British master, so Tatar had no chance at all, and her energy was almost exhausted.

The dream of unifying the grasslands and taking control of the Central Plains has long been shattered, and now it is even impossible to crush the Oara.

The image of being captured in the past and speaking eloquently in the camp came to mind again, and Mu Zhuoer's mouth showed a trace of bitterness: Alas...after all, he was talking big words;

Arutai said that he will never grow old, and I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I hope it’s true.

The second I thought about it, the bitterness became even stronger, so what if it was true?

That's all, it can only be a pity after all.

If I hadn't been so stubborn back then, I wouldn't be so regretful now... Mu Zhuoer was sentimental.

Seeing the bitterness on her face, Arutai couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart: King, don't worry, I will definitely break through Wala and win a great victory.

He tried hard to straighten his back, and the killing momentum of the past burst out again.

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Gold and armor clashed, war horses neighed, blood rained, fighting, falling, fighting... one after another.

Create glory that only belongs to the victors, but this glory must be poured with countless blood.

They fought, they fell, and no one remembers them. The only thing that can prove them is probably the green grass that will grow better next year.

More than two hundred years ago, Genghis Khan fought here and made his fortune, eventually establishing an extremely large country.

More than two hundred years later, his subjects are still fighting.

Over the years, the fighting has never really stopped, because this is the rule of their survival.

On the hillside.

Arutai watched the battle situation nervously, with an anxious look on his face. Wala's fighting power was stronger than he expected.

Wala's sword is sharper.

These are the benefits of trade with the Ming Dynasty. The iron smelting technology of the Ming Dynasty is far more sophisticated than that of the tribes on the grassland. In order to support the Oara to deal with the Tatars, they gave them a certain amount of iron.

As the battle progressed, the Tatars gradually became at a disadvantage.

"Can it be that we, the Tatar tribe, are no match for Xiao Xiaowala?" Arutai roared, full of unwillingness.

But that’s exactly what happened!

At this time, a burly man, covered in blood, rode up on his horse.

"Grand Master, Wala's momentum is fierce. It's better for us to avoid the edge for the time being and preserve our strength."

"Fart!" Arutai's eyes widened angrily, "If I don't break the wall, how can I have the dignity to go see the king and get my sword?"

"grandfather…"

"Call Taishi!"

"Grand Master," Totu Polo, the grandson of Alutai, said anxiously: "It is unwise to fight to the death. It will not be good for us Tatars. The casualties are too heavy. I am afraid that other tribes will have difficulty suppressing them and may even have different intentions.

.”

Arutai's face was ferocious, and finally turned into a fierce one, "Shrink the army and retreat."

"Yes." Tottu Polo looked happy, "I'll go right away..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Arutai continued, "I will gather five thousand warriors later to fight with Wala head-on. You can lead the army to retreat, and then take advantage of the night to take advantage of the enemy's back to attack their rear."

"Master... Grand Master, there is no way that five thousand warriors can withstand Wala!"

Arutai looked at Tott Polo, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid, Totto Polo is willing to fight for the Grand Master!"

"You are not afraid, and grandpa is not afraid either." Arutai's sinister face showed a rare hint of kindness, "Grandpa is old, but you are still young. Tatar needs you as a young grand master even more."

"Me, Taishi?"

"Why, you don't have the confidence to take on this important responsibility?"

Tottu Polo shook his head: "No, it's just..."

"Young mother-in-law, remember, when you become a grand master, you will be loyal to the king and the Tatar tribe!"

Tuttu Polo was silent for a moment, his eyes firm and pious: "Yes!"

…

On the slope.

Tuo Huan watched the Tatar army shrink gradually, a flash of pride flashed across his face, "The Tatars can't hold on any longer."

Boyan Timur also saw the clues and said happily: "Father, do you want to take advantage of the victory and pursue it?"

"They didn't run away, so what are they chasing?" Tuohuan taught his son, "Up to now, the Tatar arrows have been basically used up. Even if there are still some, there are not many left;

When they retreat, we can charge again, so that we can maximize our advantage, you know?"

Boyan Timur nodded: "My child understands."

"Watch well and study hard." Tuohuan patted his son and continued to observe the battlefield.

Half an hour later, Boyan Timur said: "Father, they are leaving."

"I see it." Tuohuan's eyes flashed with excitement, "Our Oara era has finally come. After this battle, the Tatars will no longer be our opponent."

Boyan Timur was also very happy and nodded heavily: "Father, order a general attack!"

Tuo Huan nodded and was about to give the order when suddenly he raised his eyes and saw a group of 5,000 elite Tatar cavalry breaking away from the army and coming in the opposite direction.

Five thousand cavalry was not too much, but it was by no means too small. Especially with the words Arutai printed on the flag, he was even more excited.

If Arutai is killed, the Tatars' strength will decline sharply, and they will even become unstable internally due to the struggle for power.

Tuohuan immediately ordered his guards to confirm whether Arutai was among them. Two quarters of an hour later, he received feedback that it was indeed Arutai who was behind the attack.

"Haha... God is really helping me." Tuohuan's face flushed with excitement, "Send the order to launch a general attack and annihilate the Arutai tribe. I will chop off his head and drink it."

…

"Warriors, we Tatars are the orthodox people of the grassland. We, a small Tross, want to unify the grassland. Do you agree?"

Arutai boosted morale, "We have our wives and children at home. If we lose, our wives and children will be humiliated. The Immortal God will bless us, and our brothers will avenge us!"

Fight, fight until the last drop of blood is shed!"
To be continued...