Chapter 373 War begins!

In the end, Zhu Pangpang did not frustrate the old man, and handed over the command of this battle to the old man.

The reason why I chose to compromise was because I was so frustrated that I had no choice.

This is not because of the old man's troubles. The old man just refused to eat and lay there as if waiting to die.

The real troublemakers were Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu and Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui.

When the two brothers learned that their father and elder brother were angry and had not eaten for a day, they became anxious and aggressively blocked the door of Zhu Pangpangde's study with a large number of relatives.

The King of Han, Zhu Gaoxu, who could not move, was lying on a stretcher carried by several relatives, shouting loudly at the minister's study room.

They said that if Zhu Pangpang wanted to starve the old man to death, he would kill the two brothers first. They couldn't bear to see the old man suffer this.

Zhu Pangpang, who was really tormented, had no choice but to compromise.

However, there are three stipulations: the old man is not allowed to go to the front line, the old man is not allowed to stay up late, and the old man is not allowed to go to dangerous places.

In response to this, the old man nodded repeatedly while chewing on the big steamed bun.

The loudspeaker tied to the tower sounded a loud shout.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Aren't there the little boys, the second child and the third child here? If you don't trust me, I won't worry about them either?"

"We want all countries in the world to kill anyone who touches the property of my children and grandchildren, kill anyone who touches my family's food rations, and kill anyone who invades my land and destroys my home!"

"And their first target is the Asan Province that you are guarding."

But in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. The once naughty and trouble-making brat has now matured and stabilized. He has his own family and children, and he understands his responsibilities and goals better.

No one said anything, they just looked at the tower silently.

When the people of the Ming Dynasty celebrated the Double Ninth Festival, a group of soldiers and horses left Beiping City and drove to the Ministry of Aerospace.

As the cheers stopped, the old man put the sword in his waist and came to the microphone, looking at the legions below with burning eyes.

The old man marched north to the grasslands. Although he often had hundreds of thousands of troops, the actual combat troops were only about 100,000.

Zhu Pangpang glanced at Zhu Gaosui, who looked excited next to him, and Zhu Gaoxu, who was lying on a stretcher and talking quietly to Zhu Zhanji next to him.

"Now there are enemies who want to take away our jobs and our food, so that our wives, children and children will go hungry again and return to the hard life before."

All the soldiers stood at attention, and 100,000 people stamped their feet in unison. It was like a small earthquake, causing the ground to shake slightly.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The two father and son exchanged a few words of advice. Zhu Zhangui took a few steps back and raised his hand to salute his father, the Ming Emperor.

"I know that you are very tired and hard, and you really want to put everything down and have a good rest. I have never thought of this."

Looking at the pilots lined up in front of him, Flight Captain Gao Hang arranged today's mission with a serious expression.

"Haha, you stinky brat, you just count on your father and me to do the work for you. Okay, I get it. Take good care of your grandpa!"

The old man was very happy in his heart. Fortunately, he did not hesitate to choose Zhu Zhanji, but chose this little brat who made him fearful in his heart.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

At that moment, the old man was very sure in his heart that 90% of what this kid said back then was a lie to him.

As the white fish belly slowly appeared in the east, whistles sounded in the pilot's dormitory.

To be precise, the Asan Provincial Corps was preparing for this war a few years ago.

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Double Ninth Festival, the ninth day of September.

"Great Ming Dynasty, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!"

Zhu Pangpang, who was worried, couldn't help but warned him again.

On the other side, the plateau army led by Jiang Huai crossed the tall mountains without fear of hardship, attacked the Baisha defense line from the rear, and supported Zhang Fu's main offensive army.

Wearing a coarse cloth, the energetic old man nodded repeatedly.

The soldiers, whose moods were ups and downs at the old man's words, roared angrily.

The old man's wave made the soldiers below cheer even louder.

Looking at the uncle and nephew talking happily and quietly, Zhu Pangpang felt uneasy.

"However, there is no eternal peace in this world. If we want our family to be healthy and our children and grandchildren to live a peaceful life without being disturbed by the enemy, we need a group of people to go to the front line and fight hard against the light of swords and rain of arrows."

But that's all I can do. I hope the five of them, grandfather and grandson, can go out for a walk without causing any trouble.

Looking at the soldiers lined up neatly below, the old man had a smile on his face.

"Actually, I didn't want to fight at the beginning. In order to let the people have a good rest, I retreated to the second line and handed over the world to the benevolent prince. I wanted him to manage the world well and let the people have a good rest.

"

It's not yet dawn, but the place is already brightly lit. The 50 fighter jets that have arrived here after many transfers to the factory are currently being busy with ground crews, loading bombs, adding fuel, and making preparations for the war.

The clues that Zhu Zhangui revealed on weekdays could not be hidden from his eyes at all.

"This is a holy land for food production. Food in our Ming Dynasty is so cheap now that every household can have enough to eat, and it depends on this land."

The old man, who had already flown to the Asan Army Corps in his heart, heard that the airship troops were ready. He waved his hand to Zhu Pangpang and asked the guards around him to carry Zhu Gaoxu, and asked his third son and Zhu Zhanji to support him.

He smiled and headed towards the airship transport warehouse.

"In the past hundred years, we have won and lost, died, been injured, and disabled. But our Ming soldiers are still not afraid of anything, conquering every difficulty, defeating every enemy, opening up thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for us Ming people, and for us

Our descendants have established peace for hundreds of years."

Raising his hand and pulling out the sword from his waist, the old man moved forward.

"They are greedy for the land that we conquered with our blood and lives, and they are greedy for the thousands of miles of land that we fought hard to conquer for our descendants."

Looking at his father's serious, fat face, Zhu Zhangui nodded vigorously and hugged his father.

"Whoever dares to let our wives and children starve, and whoever dares to take away the land that we have bought with our lives and blood, we will fight him to the end, we will fight him to the end."

"The prince once said something to me, and I was deeply moved."

"kill!"

23 airships, escorted by 10 fighter jets, slowly ascended into the sky as Zhu Pangpang waved goodbye and flew towards Asan Province in the distance.

"The Ming Dynasty is already in good health, and the people are living and working in peace and contentment. The people of the world should be allowed to have a good rest. Why should we continue to waste people's fat and money to start wars."

"Actually, you are also very good, but you just lack a little less long-term goals and strategic vision for the entire world than your elder brother."

Listening to the deafening cheers and feeling the fighting spirit that broke through the sky, the blood in the old man's heart boiled again, making him suddenly return to his youthful state.

The old man laughed when he heard this, and looked at Zhu Zhangui, who had already said goodbye to Zhu Pangpang and turned around to go to the airship. He murmured softly: "Yes, maybe without him, I would be gone by this time, and Ming Dynasty might be gone again."

Caught in a storm."

In addition, this way, even if something happens to me, you can rest assured that there will be a kid watching over them.

During the month that the imperial court issued the notice, it was only for the higher-level commanders to formulate a combat plan and choose a combat route.

Looking at his son's mature face, Zhu Pangpang paused and said softly: "You should also pay attention to safety. I have everything in the house. If you encounter any problems, don't think about it alone. It's convenient now that we have a radio station."

, let me know at any time, and I will help you figure it out together."

On September 28, the 4th year of Hongxi, the Asan Provincial Corps of the Ming Dynasty, led by the British commander Zhang Fu, opened the Tianci Pass and launched an attack on the Baisha Defense Line established by the Timurid Empire.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

To be called the greatest emperor of all time and one of the top ten emperors in history, the old man's thoughts are naturally not comparable to those of ordinary people.

"Your eldest brother has matured a lot and is not as out-of-the-box as before."

"If it weren't for your eldest brother, you would still be a wise king and your name would be passed down through the ages."

"In the past hundred years, we have conquered the grasslands, conquered the seas, flattened the plateaus, and destroyed the jungles!"

While the two men were nagging, Zhu Zhangui, who was inspecting the airship, and Gao Hang, who planned to escort it personally this time, reported to the old man that it was ready for departure.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and shook his head, "Grandpa, I still know how much I weigh. If our Ming Dynasty didn't have a big brother, I guess we might still be at war with Mahamu."

"My sons, my soldiers, my servants, tell me whether you agree or not!"

As long as he can go to the front line and direct this battle, let alone three chapters, there is no problem with 10 or 8 more.

What touched his heart even more was that after the military meeting that day, the little boy inexplicably wanted to hold a family banquet for his health.

This time, the Ming Dynasty launched an attack on the Timurid Empire, using a total of 22 legions, plus various auxiliary troops, with a total strength of nearly 280,000.

The old man who had already entered the cockpit saw the father and son saying goodbye through the window, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I will never turn back until I defeat the enemy!"

When the old man heard this, he looked back and saw Zhu Zhanji's eyes were sincere and showed no other intention. He reached out and patted Zhu Zhanji on the shoulder.

The entire army roared angrily, gnashing their teeth one by one, wishing they could eat alive those who wanted to steal the land that they used to support their families.

On September 28, the 4th year of Hongxi, in Asanxing Province, in the huge square in front of Tianci Pass.
To be continued...