"rouge?"
Zhu Gaoxu was confused, "Why did Lan Shuai's horse get such a name? It looks like a girl from a prostitute's village!"
"What's the name Gale Long Bow Meteor so smooth? What's the name Night Lion Jade Kirin so nice? What's the name Stepping on the Clouds Night Light so poetic? Why is it called such a name? It's nondescript!"
The war horse under Zhu Gaoxu's crotch is called Black Dragon Colt. It has the same name as the war horse ridden by Chang Yuchun, the loyal king of Kaiping, the founding father of this dynasty, and it sounds majestic.
Warriors are all horse lovers. To be precise, they are people who regard their mounts as part of their lives. For example, Emperor Taizong's Six Horses of Zhaoling is the best portrayal of warriors' love for war horses.
"rouge?"
Zhu Gaoxu looked at the skinny horse under the blue jade crotch again, with a crooked mouth and a slanted eyes and a flat belly, and secretly curled his lips.
"Even if it's a mare, it's a bit weak. Lan Shuai's fighting ability is unmatched by others, but choosing a war horse..."
Thinking in his mind, he pulled the reins to make the black dragon pony under his crotch a little farther away from the opponent's rouge.
The group of people rode horses and walked slowly and slowly, gradually leaving the capital.
When it got dark, Lan Yu made another decision that puzzled Zhu Gaoxu.
They did not look for a postal station that could provide accommodation for officials coming and going, nor did they stay in an inn. Instead, they just set up tents and camped in the wilderness.
In the winter in Jiangnan, the wind is biting at night.
With the wind, the sparks in the bonfire were scattered everywhere.
Zhu Gaoxu and Lan Yu were sitting around the fire, with an iron pot on the flames, in which their dinner was cooking.
Dinner was extremely simple, just pickles and flatbread with water, without any fishy taste, and the color of the soup looked like shit, which made me lose my appetite.
The campsite they chose was on a mountainside. Zhu Gaoxu's soldiers arranged all the carts in a circle, with the horses in the middle and bows, arrows and spears within easy reach.
This is a standard approach to always be prepared to meet the enemy at night. Once the enemy is discovered, you can advance, retreat or defend.
But Zhu Gaoxu discovered that when his men were setting up the camp, some of Lan Yu's veterans were hiding in the night, while others went to the foot of the mountain and secretly laid traps and buried iron thorns along the road leading up.
wait.
Hidden is a secret sentry, which may alert enemies if they touch it when setting the trap.
"This...it's not time for war yet, does Lan Shuai need to be so vigilant?" Zhu Gaoxu was confused again and looked at Lan Yu.
Lan Yu sat by the fire wearing a cloak, her silver hair dancing wildly, and sparks kept hitting him, but he pretended not to see them.
He took out the dagger from his waist and stirred it in the pot a few times.
"Well, you can eat it!" Lan Yu turned to look at Zhu Gaoxu, "Why are you staring at the old man? Eat it, and you still need someone to feed you?"
Zhu Gaoxu looked at the things in the pot and swallowed, "Lan Shuai, why bother eating these? I have a lot of delicious food in my car, dried meat, candied meat, tea..."
"Try it, it actually tastes pretty good!" Lan Yu ate the food in the bowl, and the corners of her hot mouth twitched. "It's cold, so you have to eat these hot foods."
Zhu Gaoxu looked at the pot of food again and decided to take a bite.
As soon as it entered my mouth, my eyebrows and nose wrinkled together.
It's salty, sticky, and has an indescribable smell.
Seeing him like this, Lan Yu sneered, "You grew up in the army, how come you are so delicate?"
Then, without waiting for Zhu Gaoxu to speak, Lan Yu seemed to have some understanding and said, "Oh, old man, I forgot, you are the king of the county. With your father, the prince, in the army, no matter how hard it is, it is impossible.
Eat these things!”
"Haha, you are really careless. When your father was young, he imitated Huo Qubing. When he went to war, he had to take a few cooks with him to cook for him. Hehe, you can't be like a dog by painting a tiger."
Seeing that Lan Yu suddenly turned the conversation to Zhu Di, and was full of sarcasm in a weird and sinister manner, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't show it on his face even if he admired Lan Yu in his heart.
"Shuai Lan is wrong. You haven't seen what my father is like in the army, and he has also shared it with the soldiers..."
"This is what ordinary soldiers eat." Lan Yu pointed at the sticky stuff in the bowl, her eyes as bright as stars, and said seriously, "This is what soldiers eat when they fight."
"You two have had a good time. We have a rich family in the Ming Dynasty and can withstand the troubles and expenses. You are the princes, so naturally you have whatever you need for military supplies. But back then, my generation followed the old prince to conquer the world.
.With just a bowl of rotten stuff, so many people can’t have a meal for several days.”
"Furthermore, you are fighting with the back of Henanhebei. Several provinces supply supplies and the food roads are unobstructed. Back then, when we were hungry and full, we had to plan and eat the food in the army. We could only eat it before the war started.
I dare to let my sons and daughters eat sixty cents full."
After saying that, Lan Yu raised her head, swallowed everything in the bowl, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and continued, "Not to mention that in the past, even now, soldiers who went out to fight also ate this. Old man, I have seen you.
The way you two are in the army, what you said about your father sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers is just a show, he does this all the time?"
Zhu Gaoxu's face turned red. In the army, his father and son did eat on a small stove. Even if they occasionally had a meal with the soldiers, it was just a show. Besides, knowing that the father and son wanted to eat together, the cook would go out of his way to cook better.
"The soldiers and horses must go ahead before food and grass are used. The most important thing in a war is food and grass. If you are hungry, let alone fight, you will have no energy to farm!" Lan Yu added some firewood to the fire and continued, "Especially what we are going to is Yunnan.
Although those barbarians have little evidence, the mountain roads are rugged and densely forested, making it difficult to transport food and grass to the sky. The barbarians are also good at hiding everywhere and are unable to guard against it, so our food routes are in danger of being cut off at any time."
"When fighting in such terrain, can you eat with an open belly? Eat whatever you want? What a dream!"
Said, here Lan Yu looked at Zhu Gaoxu and smiled again, "I know you must be a little dissatisfied in your heart."
"without......."
"The first lesson my old man will teach you today is about things other than fighting." Lan Yu wrapped her cloak tightly around her body, "War will not be fought just because we want to fight."
"Fighting like your father requires the strength of an entire nation, and no one else can learn from it."
"In war, just like in life, you have to make plans."
"Furthermore, most of the time you fight with the wind in your favor and attack first. But what happens when the battle is unfavorable and the two sides are in a stalemate or are surrounded and at a disadvantage?"
"Even when you lead an army to besiege a city, the first thing you have to consider is not when you can conquer the city, but how long the food in your own hands can last you for besieging him, and how many days the food in the opponent's hand can last you."
"Don't think that you can win every battle because you are brave and have sharp weapons and armor. We are all warriors, and they all carry a head on their shoulders. If someone comes at you with a knife, no matter how powerful you are, you will still die."
Lan Yu's words were a little rambling and messy, but Zhu Gaoxu listened very carefully.
"Before you win, you must first think about defeat. Defeat starts with military morale. What is military morale? The belly is military morale!"
"Don't follow your father's example and learn from Huo Qubing. You can't learn it."
"That can only be a surprise attack, not a long-term victory. I am not an old man, but I look down on the ancients. Huo Qubing is very powerful, but if we really look at it carefully, among these people in this dynasty, who has missed him?"
"Your achievements are not inferior to..."
"That was also a temporary victory, otherwise why would the Tatars still be a problem for the Ming Dynasty?" Lan Yusurong looked at the fire, "War is not something that happens overnight, or even just for one generation."
"You father and son are leading the army, and you have taken advantage of your status. You are the prince, Longsun, the high-ranking nobleman of Tianhuang, and you are a thousand years old."
"Your status allows the soldiers to listen to you and be afraid of you. But the most important thing in leading troops is military morale. Having military morale means that you are defeated. Even if you are defeated again and again, you will not be defeated or defeated."
"How to achieve military morale?" Lan Yu pointed to the bowl beside her, "Share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers!"
This chapter has been completed!