Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

I just thought that going deep into Mobei would require a lot of water, but I didn't expect that the easiest way to survive in Mobei was the camel.

It is better to use camels to carry water.

In this way, their water source problem will be solved, right?

Zhu Di slapped his forehead and scolded himself for being stupid.

Okay, okay, when he returned, he asked the Ministry of Finance to buy a large number of camels from the Western Regions, and drive them to the northern border for backup.

"It's all pre-war preparations."

Lu Lin continued: "Mobei is bitterly cold, and the autumn and winter winds and frosts are even worse. This is nothing to the Tatars who have lived in Mobei for a long time, but it is very deadly to the Ming army who are used to the warm climate. Yes, that's why the emperor chose to send troops to the Northern Expedition in spring, after the ice and snow melted."

Zhu Di and Zhu Di nodded approvingly when they heard the words.

Timing does matter, too.

"The other most important point is that the cannon in red is of no use in taking the initiative to attack the Tatars."

As I said just now, the Tatars like to fight in a roundabout way, so naturally it is impossible to do it clearly with you. The red cannon is cumbersome and difficult to move, and it is very difficult to drag it deep into Mobei.

If you still think about it, it is impossible for it to bombard a group of Tatars who are fleeing around on horseback.

Zhu Di fell into deep thought when he heard this.

The red cannons do have a lot of shortcomings, but this is their most powerful weapon.

And their elite cavalry, only [-] battalions, is obviously a bit powerless to fight against the hundreds of thousands of Tatar troops.

In the end it was the infantry who played the main role.

But infantry against cavalry...

There is no red cannon, it is obviously an egg hitting a stone.

Seeing Zhu Di's disappointed face, Lu Lin knew that he wanted to make money in the war, and the red-clothed cannon must be inseparable from gunpowder.

He is such a cheap father, he is so speculative, he probably hoarded a lot of gunpowder after knowing that Qiu Fu was going to lose.

It turns out that it can't be sold now, so it's like a dead son.

Nonsence!

Helplessly sighed.

That's all, although he is not a good father, nor a good husband, he is still a profiteer who likes to speculate.

But who made him his father.

"Okay, okay, take this, it will make you a lot of money."

As Lu Lin said, he casually threw a blueprint to him.

Zhu Di picked it up and looked at it left and right, but didn't quite understand it.

But it looks like the firecrackers of their Shenji Camp.

Did he want the Ming army to use firecrackers to deal with the Tatars?

It's a good idea, too.

The firecrackers are quite powerful, relatively easy to carry, and have a long range, even if they are riding horses, they can't outrun the firecrackers.

However, it is troublesome to fill the ammunition of the firecracker, and it can only fire one round at a time.

That is to say, if you shoot once and want to fire a second shot, the enemy may have run away.

That's why Zhu Di has never used firecrackers as his main combat tool.

And they have the fire guns in the Shenji Battalion.

Zhu Di is not too rare.

But he didn't say anything on the face.

That's all, I have benefited a lot today.

This kid is like a book that can never be finished, and every time it can give him a new surprise.

Zhu Di is now reluctant to tell him the truth.

This father, he will continue to be a long time.

It seems that recruiting a son-in-law has to be put on the agenda quickly.

Zhu Di put away the blueprint of the firecracker, poked his head over like a thief, and asked.

"Son, you see that you are 20 years old this year, and you haven't married a wife yet, why don't you find a marriage for you?"

"Which girl do you think you like?"

Lu Lin mechanically turned his head and glanced at him.

"I like princesses, how about you help me find them?"

"Okay, which princess do you want to marry? Dad will help you find out immediately." Zhu Di was so excited that he wanted to jump up. Isn't this just what he wants?

Lu Lin was taken aback by him.

"You thought the princess belonged to your family, so if you say Zhang Luo, just Zhang Luo?"

If Lu Lin knew that he was cowardly and bragging, he would have almost believed him.

Made!

mentally retarded!

Zhu Di: ...

The princess really belonged to his family, and he could do whatever he wanted.

But Lu Lin didn't take it seriously at all, thinking he was bragging.

"Okay, don't worry about my marriage. I have my own opinion. I don't want to let the girl become my second mother."

Zhu Di: ...

I really didn't do it.