This record was rare for the entire Ming army several times.

It can even be said.

No!

However, Zhu Zhanji didn't think so.

This battle can be said to have brought all the things that can be borrowed to the extreme.

A wildfire caused the enemy to be moved when they heard the news, and the Ming army waited for the rabbit.

The Ming army's firearms suppressed several enemy charges from the beginning.

The enemy was not the remnants of the Northern Yuan faced by the Jiubian, nor was it as fierce as the Northern Yuan cavalry on the grassland. The Ming army was well-equipped and well-trained.

With the bonus of these states, such great casualties were also caused.

For Zhu Zhanji, there is nothing to be happy about.

After all, every wise man is precious!

Every Ming army.

More precious!

With a silent sigh, Zhu Zhanji spoke: "The soldiers who fell in battle in this battle, whether young guards or Guangxi guards, are treated the same and are in the same way. If the soldiers who fell in the two armies have lost their orphans, Riyuetang will take the support with all their strength! Qi's assistants will work hard to sort out the military achievements of the officers and soldiers of the two guards as soon as possible, and submit them to the court for their merits!"

Qi Zian saw the sadness in Taisun's heart and nodded silently.

I didn't say anything I had prepared long ago.

He saluted silently, turned around and left slowly, maintaining the military discipline of the Ming officers and soldiers on the river.

Since the army stepped into this Jiaozhi Mountain forest, Yu Qian, who has been worried, finally showed a relaxed smile.

He was digging, holding a slightly curled chicken coop, and plucking it to the grandson.

"You said, are we going to go back to Beijing next?"

"Return to Beijing?" Zhu Zhanji's voice raised a little, and then said slowly: "Yingtian is so cold now. Do you want to go back and turn into a popsicle?"

Yu Qian was puzzled and immediately asked: "Now, calculate the time, hurry up, maybe you can catch up with the New Year..."

Zhu Zhanji raised his hand and pointed to the surrounding mountains surrounded by mountain fires, feeling the warm river: "Don't you think this land is too fertile?"

Yu Qian was a little confused, but could not change the fertility contained in the land here in southern Xinjiang.

Zhu Zhanji glanced at the little koi and explained with a rare opportunity: "How many people are there in the Ming Dynasty today? How many are there always? If it continues to develop, how many will it be more? Have you ever calculated it?"

Yu Qian naturally never calculated it.

He shook his head helplessly.

Zhu Zhanji did not speak immediately, and held a handful of warm river water in both hands and washed his sticky cheeks.

The river is a bit sensual.

I don’t know which bastard it was, so I just put water in the river.

But now, Zhu Zhanji can't control these things anymore.

The atmosphere on the scene was very good, and all the soldiers were chatting quietly.

Some people are calculating how many heads they cut off today, how much military merits they can get and how much rewards they get.

Some people are thinking about when I can go back to Beijing, so I can take the money I have to wear and go to Qinhuai River to pretend to be the old man and have a few days of leisure.

Zhu Zhanji, who wiped his face clean, finally spoke again: "Yu Qian, don't you think that this large fertile land in southern Xinjiang is a waste of not letting the people of Ming Dynasty farm?"

Yu Qian was stunned.

Until now, he is reacting.

It turns out that the grandson is interested in the land here in southern Xinjiang!

So, he began to think about how big the southern border was.

I heard that when southern Xinjiang goes west, there will be a big river that is not inferior to the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.
Chapter completed!