Chapter One Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty Not Allowed
Han Du pondered and nodded. With the camp's defense, this record was not outstanding, it could only be said to be average.
"My lord, you don't know how shocked the indigenous people were. All the indigenous people were frightened and ran away without looking back. From then on, they never dared to start a firearms camp again," Zhu Zhanjiyue said.
The more excited he gets, the more he dances as if he is on the battlefield.
"Since you are so powerful, you should have wiped out the natives long ago. Why did you ask the Ming Dynasty for help?" The contrast between Zhu Zhanji before and after was so great that Han Du couldn't help but be suspicious of what he said.
"I heard that the God of Thunder was made by my father-in-law. Don't you know the reason yet? Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and stared at Han Du with his eyes.
The reason for this would be fine if it was Han Du's unintentional act, but if it was intentional, then this person's thoughts would be too terrifying.
After hearing this, Han Du smiled knowingly and understood that Zhu Di was out of bullets.
The thunderbolt without bullets is no different from a fire stick. There were not many bullets that he could get back then, and they were all used up during the rebellion.
At the beginning, several transport brigade captains sent bullets to Zhu Di, and the Yan army had enough bullets. But after Han Du guarded Xuzhou, Zhu Di never got a bullet again.
The daily siege cost a lot of money, and Zhu Di's little inventory was quickly used up. As a last resort, Zhu Di chose to dig up the Yellow River and flood Xuzhou.
Having tasted the feeling of having a divine thunderbolt but no bullets, Zhu Di certainly remembered this moment deeply. So before going to America, he begged Zhu Biao and wanted to give him a large number of bullets.
Originally Zhu Biao was unwilling to give it, but he could not resist Zhu Di's pleading, claiming that America was full of barbarians, and if he did not have enough strength to protect himself, he would rather die in the Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Biao was still too kind, considering that the Fire Dragon Cannon had just shocked the world. Even if Zhu Di had bullets, he would not be able to resist, so he gave Zhu Di all the inventory of the Arms Bureau.
Of course, Zhu Biao also kept an eye on it, loading the divine thunder cannons first, and waited until Zhu Di seemed to have left before officially handing the bullets to him.
Zhu Di brought enough thunderbolts and bullets, but after so many years in America, he could not withstand such consumption.
In fact, Zhu Di originally wanted Zhu Biao to give him some craftsmen from the Arms Bureau, but due to Han Du's desperate opposition, he failed.
Han Du couldn't help but feel lucky now. Fortunately, he didn't give the craftsman to Zhu Di, otherwise the Ming Dynasty might not have any means to restrain him now.
As for Zhu Di's oath, Han Du has never believed it. Let alone an empty oath, even if it is written down in black and white, if one day the strength of Xin Ming exceeds that of Daming, will it be torn up?
"So, when you come back this time, you not only want to buy slaves, but you also want bullets?" Han Du smiled blankly.
Zhu Zhanji's heart suddenly tightened. Judging from Han Du's expression that he had expected this, he understood that this was his deliberate design.
In the past, I heard Grandpa Huang say more than once that Han Du was as clever as a fox and very cunning, but Zhu Zhanji had never experienced it personally. Now that he felt it in person, he instantly felt chills all over his body.
From the very beginning of making the divine thunderbolt, they prepared to use bullets to clamp it down. What a far-reaching plan this was?
"Hahaha" Zhu Zhanji saw doubts in Han Du's eyes and quickly laughed to cover it up.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Han Du, "My lord, the emperor has agreed to this."
"You mean, I can't control it?" Han Du chuckled and raised his eyes.
He started to look at the moving figures on the street in the distance.
The smile on Zhu Zhanji's face disappeared quickly, and anyone could understand the meaning of Han Du's words. He kept emboldening himself in his heart, because he did not believe that Han Du could disobey the emperor's will.
"Does the Emperor still agree to your recruitment of academy students?" Han Du turned around and asked.
Without waiting for Zhu Zhanji to answer, Han Du said calmly, "I can ignore other things, but recruiting academy students is not an option!"
The stern look in Zhu Zhanji's eyes flashed away, and he sneered, "You should tell the emperor what you said."
A faint smile appeared on Han Du's face, and he looked into Zhu Zhanji's eyes in silence.
"The Emperor agrees, but I don't allow it!"
A sigh lingered in Zhu Zhanji's ears, like the gentlest spring breeze, but turned into the strongest shackles the moment it reached his ears.
Zhu Zhanji walked to Prince Yan's Mansion in despair.
The guard at the door saw it and hurriedly came to greet him.
"Your Highness!"
There was a sound, but Zhu Zhanji didn't react at all.
The guard noticed something was wrong and called out quickly.
"Your Highness"
"Your Highness"
"Your Highness"
But Zhu Zhanji turned a deaf ear to these voices next to him, and just walked step by step into the study. He slumped down on the chair, tilting his head to look at the sunlight coming in through the window, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.
A group of people stood at the door, but no one dared to go in.
"Your Highness, what's going on?"
"Yes, there is something wrong with Your Highness looking like this!"
"His Royal Highness is entering the palace today to ask for an audience with the Emperor, it can't be!!!"
The person who spoke was instantly shocked by what he said, and the others were trembling as if they were waking up from a dream.
"Quick, go and ask for Mr. Dai."
The Mr. Dai known to everyone is Zhu Zhanji’s teacher Dai Lun.
In fact, Zhu Zhanji's attitude towards this teacher was not good, because when he was in Peking, Dai Lun would always report to Zhu Gaochi. This made Zhu Zhanji very disgusted with Dai Lun, and even held a grudge.
However, as the Yan Palace underwent great changes one after another, before he could recover, Grandpa Huang took his whole family to America.
From the prosperous Peiping to the desolate America, Zhu Zhanji once couldn't accept such a huge gap.
Without fine clothes and fine food, sometimes I didn’t even have time to eat a morsel of coarse rice, so I had to pick up my sword and mount my horse to face the intrusion and sneak attack of the natives. Every day I was either fighting or on the way to fight.
But it was during this period that Zhu Zhanji's attitude toward Dai Lun changed miraculously. He gradually discovered that although Dai Lun's snitching behavior still disgusted him, he had to admit that Dai Lun
He is indeed a very talented person.
Although he doesn't speak well, Darren's opinions are very original.
The relationship between the two began to ease from then on, and now they are getting along very harmoniously.
After receiving the news about Zhu Zhanji from the guard, Dai Lun hurried over.
Dai Lun is tall and typical of Shandong people. If he were not wearing civilian clothes, everyone who saw him would probably think of him as a fierce general.
However, his appearance was average, even a little ugly, which was one of the reasons why Zhu Zhanji didn't like him at first. Han Du nodded thoughtfully. With the camp's defense, this record was not outstanding, it could only be said to be average.
"My lord, you don't know how shocked the indigenous people were. All the indigenous people were frightened and ran away without looking back. From then on, they never dared to start a firearms camp again," Zhu Zhanjiyue said.
The more excited he gets, the more he dances as if he is on the battlefield.
"Since you are so powerful, you should have wiped out the natives long ago. Why did you ask the Ming Dynasty for help?" The contrast between Zhu Zhanji before and after was so great that Han Du couldn't help but be suspicious of what he said.
"I heard that the God of Thunder was made by my father-in-law. Don't you know the reason yet? Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and stared at Han Du with his eyes.
The reason for this would be fine if it was Han Du's unintentional act, but if it was intentional, then this person's thoughts would be too terrifying.
After hearing this, Han Du smiled knowingly and understood that Zhu Di was out of bullets.
The thunderbolt without bullets is no different from a fire stick. There were not many bullets that he could get back then, and they were all used up during the rebellion.
At the beginning, several transport brigade captains sent bullets to Zhu Di, and the Yan army had enough bullets. But after Han Du guarded Xuzhou, Zhu Di never got a bullet again.
The daily siege cost a lot of money, and Zhu Di's little inventory was quickly used up. As a last resort, Zhu Di chose to dig up the Yellow River and flood Xuzhou.
Having tasted the feeling of having a divine thunderbolt but no bullets, Zhu Di certainly remembered this moment deeply. So before going to America, he begged Zhu Biao and wanted to give him a large number of bullets.
Originally Zhu Biao was unwilling to give it, but he could not resist Zhu Di's pleading, claiming that America was full of barbarians, and if he did not have enough strength to protect himself, he would rather die in the Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Biao was still too kind, considering that the Fire Dragon Cannon had just shocked the world. Even if Zhu Di had bullets, he would not be able to resist, so he gave Zhu Di all the inventory of the Arms Bureau.
Of course, Zhu Biao also kept an eye on it, loading the divine thunder cannons first, and waited until Zhu Di seemed to have left before officially handing the bullets to him.
Zhu Di brought enough thunderbolts and bullets, but after so many years in America, he could not withstand such consumption.
In fact, Zhu Di originally wanted Zhu Biao to give him some craftsmen from the Arms Bureau, but due to Han Du's desperate opposition, he failed.
Han Du couldn't help but feel lucky now. Fortunately, he didn't give the craftsman to Zhu Di, otherwise the Ming Dynasty might not have any means to restrain him now.
As for Zhu Di's oath, Han Du has never believed it. Let alone an empty oath, even if it is written down in black and white, if one day the strength of Xin Ming exceeds that of Daming, will it be torn up?
"So, when you come back this time, you not only want to buy slaves, but you also want bullets?" Han Du smiled blankly.
Zhu Zhanji's heart suddenly tightened. Judging from Han Du's expression that he had expected this, he understood that this was his deliberate design.
In the past, I heard Grandpa Huang say more than once that Han Du was as clever as a fox and very cunning, but Zhu Zhanji had never experienced it personally. Now that he felt it in person, he instantly felt chills all over his body.
From the very beginning of making the divine thunderbolt, they prepared to use bullets to clamp it down. What a far-reaching plan this was?
"Hahaha" Zhu Zhanji saw doubts in Han Du's eyes and quickly laughed to cover it up.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Han Du, "My lord, the emperor has agreed to this."
"You mean, I can't control it?" Han Du chuckled and raised his eyes.
He started to look at the moving figures on the street in the distance.
The smile on Zhu Zhanji's face disappeared quickly, and anyone could understand the meaning of Han Du's words. He kept emboldening himself in his heart, because he did not believe that Han Du could disobey the emperor's will.
"Does the Emperor still agree to your recruitment of academy students?" Han Du turned around and asked.
Without waiting for Zhu Zhanji to answer, Han Du said calmly, "I can ignore other things, but recruiting academy students is not an option!"
The stern look in Zhu Zhanji's eyes flashed away, and he sneered, "You should tell the emperor what you said."
A faint smile appeared on Han Du's face, and he looked into Zhu Zhanji's eyes in silence.
"The Emperor agrees, but I don't allow it!"
A sigh lingered in Zhu Zhanji's ears, like the gentlest spring breeze, but turned into the strongest shackles the moment it reached his ears.
Zhu Zhanji walked to Prince Yan's Mansion in despair.
The guard at the door saw it and hurriedly came to greet him.
"Your Highness!"
There was a sound, but Zhu Zhanji didn't react at all.
The guard noticed something was wrong and called out quickly.
"Your Highness"
"Your Highness"
"Your Highness"
But Zhu Zhanji turned a deaf ear to these voices next to him, and just walked step by step into the study. He slumped down on the chair, tilting his head to look at the sunlight coming in through the window, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.
A group of people stood at the door, but no one dared to go in.
"Your Highness, what's going on?"
"Yes, there is something wrong with Your Highness looking like this!"
"His Royal Highness is entering the palace today to ask for an audience with the Emperor, it can't be!!!"
The person who spoke was instantly shocked by what he said, and the others were trembling as if they were waking up from a dream.
"Quick, go and ask for Mr. Dai."
The Mr. Dai known to everyone is Zhu Zhanji’s teacher Dai Lun.
In fact, Zhu Zhanji's attitude towards this teacher was not good, because when he was in Peking, Dai Lun would always report to Zhu Gaochi. This made Zhu Zhanji very disgusted with Dai Lun, and even held a grudge.
However, as the Yan Palace underwent great changes one after another, before he could recover, Grandpa Huang took his whole family to America.
From the prosperous Peiping to the desolate America, Zhu Zhanji once couldn't accept such a huge gap.
Without fine clothes and fine food, sometimes I didn’t even have time to eat a morsel of coarse rice, so I had to pick up my sword and mount my horse to face the intrusion and sneak attack of the natives. Every day I was either fighting or on the way to fight.
But it was during this period that Zhu Zhanji's attitude toward Dai Lun changed miraculously. He gradually discovered that although Dai Lun's snitching behavior still disgusted him, he had to admit that Dai Lun
He is indeed a very talented person.
Although he doesn't speak well, Darren's opinions are very original.
The relationship between the two began to ease from then on, and now they are getting along very harmoniously.
After receiving the news about Zhu Zhanji from the guard, Dai Lun hurried over.
Dai Lun is tall and typical of Shandong people. If he were not wearing civilian clothes, everyone who saw him would probably think of him as a fierce general.
However, he looks average and even a little ugly, which is one of the reasons why Zhu Zhanji didn't like him at first.