Spring is here.

This past winter has a special significance to Zhu Cilang.

What does marriage mean?

When Zhu Cilang left Duan Ben in a fully military uniform, in a chariot, he could see Luo Yunyao's pretty face, which was so sad that he could not hide when he was trying his best to hide his sadness.

Zhu Cilang waved his hand vigorously, then turned around and muttered to himself.

"Damn, I almost made a fool of myself."

Zhu Cilang rubbed his eyes and cursed softly.

"It's so windy, damn, Lao Fang, can you drive? What can you do when you drive so quickly?"

Fang Gonggan was stunned for a moment, looked at the four slowly moving horses in front of him, and immediately said, "I am my servant's fault, Your Highness forgives me."

Zhu Cilang snorted, raised his head, and stared at Fengtian Palace that was gradually approaching in the distance.

I don’t know when I will be able to go back this time, but he knew that there was always a woman who was quietly at home, missing her day and night, waiting for his return.

This feeling is really good.

Half an hour later, the Mingzong Temple.

Emperor Chongzhen quietly watched Zhu Cilang complete the action of worshiping incense to his ancestors, and then spoke.

"It's really okay?"

Zhu Cilang smiled slightly and nodded.

"Don't worry, Father, Jiannu is better than the Mongolians. My sons can even fight Jiannu. What is a mere Heshuot Mongolia?"

Chongzhen was obviously a little worried and said, "I know that Qinghai is in that place, and there is miasma. If you go up, you must be careful."

When Zhu Cixuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, Father, my son will have a way to solve it."

The so-called miasma is actually altitude sickness.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is sparsely populated, so why has it been difficult to be conquered forever? It is because of the existence of altitude sickness.

Once you go to the plateau and have a high reflux, common symptoms include headache, insomnia, loss of appetite, fatigue, difficulty breathing, etc.

Under such circumstances, soldiers from the Central Plains dynasty at low altitudes often have difficulty in even moving. Even if they act reluctantly, their combat effectiveness from wielding weapons will be greatly reduced, so they naturally cannot be opponents of the plateau army.

But Zhu Cilang is different because Zhu Cilang led a total of 10,000 musketeers.

Musketeers do not need to wield weapons or wear any armor when fighting. They only need to load ammunition and then raise a gun to fire.

In other words, maintaining a musketman's combat capability does not require much physical strength. Even a musketman who is very weak due to his height can barely shoot a few shots, and he can still kill the enemy.

This is the change brought by hot weapons to the war, and it is also the confidence that Zhu Cilang was able to truly conquer Qinghai-Tibet and incorporate it into the system governance of the Ming government system.

The same is true for the Qing Dynasty to conquer in history. The benefits of eating hot weapons are not something that can be achieved through literature and martial ethics, and destiny belongs to heaven.

It is impossible for the old man of Ten Completeness to have a destiny, Isn’t it?

Zhu Cilang is on the road with full confidence.

Ten thousand musketeers and one prince leads his troops, this is undoubtedly a very high configuration specification.

But if a prince is added to be the deputy general, then this specification can be said to be a breakthrough in the sky.

Zhu Ciyang looked at the British Duke who was excited and curiously: "Duke, I honestly don't understand your thoughts very much. Isn't it good to guard the capital and be your Minister of War? Why do you have to go to the bitter and cold place of the plateau with me to suffer?"

The British Duke pondered for a while and said, "If I say that I hate the intrigues in the political arena and just want to lead troops to fight happily with Your Highness, will Your Highness believe me?"

Zhu Cilang said sincerely: "I believe you, a ghost."

The British Duke was not surprised and said, "If I say that, I think that the Crown Prince will surely destroy the Heshuot Khanate this time, so I want to follow the Crown Prince to make some contributions and be recorded in history by the historian. Will the Crown Prince believe it?"

Zhu Cilang suddenly realized: "So that's it, Duke of England, I didn't expect you to come for this."

It is famous in history, but who doesn’t value it?

The British Duke smiled and said, "Your Highness does not value these things, but because your Highness was originally a legend in history. But the ministers are different. Even if you can get a few words in history books, you still need to fight for it."

Zhu Cilang pinched his chin and finally understood why Li Guozhen showed a look of losing his parents after failing to compete for the position of deputy general.

This time the base of advance is Xi'an. There are two ways to arrive in Xi'an. One is to go south to Henan and then west to Shaanxi, and the other is to go south to Datong, Shaanxi, and from Yulin to Xi'an.

From Henan, the route belonging to the Central Plains, it is undoubtedly more comfortable to walk, but at Zhu Cixuan's request, this time I walked on Datong-Yulin Line.

After this line, it basically took half of the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Cixuan looked at the winding Great Wall in the distant mountains and suddenly said, "Duke of England, I have heard a saying that the Great Wall is for attacking, not for defense. What do you think?"

The British Duke pondered for a moment and said, "Is Your Highness familiar with the person who said this?"

Zhu Cixuan said: "It's totally unfamiliar."

British justice: "Then the person who says this is a fool. The Great Wall, as the name suggests, is a long city wall. What else can the city wall be used for not being used for defense? As for attack... should we build the Great Wall inch into the Mongolian grasslands in the north and to kill the Mongolians alive?"

After hearing this, Zhu Cilang couldn't help laughing: "Although I think that words are very reasonable, I also think that your statement is also very reasonable."

The British Duke blinked and said, "Is this the legendary 'Listen to you, like listening to something'?"

Soon, Zhu Cilang's hearty laughter spread from afar.

When passing by Dingbian County, Zhu Cilang specifically asked Li Dingguo to lead the way and worship Zhang Xianzhong.

Looking at Zhang Xianzhong's tomb in front of him, Zhu Cixuan was slightly surprised: "What's going on?"

This is a very simple grave, which is a small piece of earth bun piled up, and then there is a very simple tombstone erected on the earth bun.

But the main part of the tombstone is empty, with only a few small characters engraved in the lower right corner - "Ar Zhang Ding Guoli".

Li Dingguo whispered: "My father's reputation...is not very good in his hometown."

Zhu Cixuan was silent for a moment and said, "Are you afraid of revenge from the local government? This palace will send someone to talk to them."

Li Dingguo shook his head and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, but there is no need. After all, the father also has some reputation. If someone learns that the tombstone is here, then the tomb robbers might come and disturb the father's body."

Zhu Cilang nodded slightly and said, "It's okay."

Zhu Cilang lit a stick of incense, looked at the grave in front of him, and spoke slowly.

"I can understand you if you want a good life. But only when you die can the people in the world live a real good life. You can go with confidence. I promise you that from now on, there will be no more people like you who cannot survive like you and can only rebel to seek a good life."
Chapter completed!