In the Ming army camp at night, there were bright lights.

Tens of thousands of Ming soldiers were resting, the neighing of horses could be heard everywhere, and there were scouts watching quietly in the darkness.

Even such a large army is just a drop in the ocean in the prairie.

The grassland is different from the Central Plains. The arable land in the Central Plains can accommodate people's residence for generations, while the people in the grassland are destined to be just passers-by, moving back and forth, year after year of migration and wandering.

Zhu Cixuan sat next to a fire, beside him was a group of Ming army musketeers with restrained expressions.

Zhu Cilang chewed the lamb legs in his hand, felt the deliciousness of the tender lamb, and said with a smile: "When I was in the palace, I wanted to eat meat every day, but I didn't expect that after I came to the grassland, I still missed the days of eating vegetables."

This sentence immediately aroused the curiosity of others present. A musket soldier with a more lively personality couldn't help but speak, "Your Highness, aren't you delicacies in the palace every day?"

When Zhu Cixuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "If it were the emperor and prince of another family, then there would naturally be delicacies every day. But you know that the father is very simple, and every day you have to finish one meat, one vegetable and one soup with your mother."

"The father sets an example. This son of my palace must also follow his father's will, right?"

Many musketeers were also deeply moved when they heard this.

A musket soldier said silly: "I thought His Majesty and the Prince ate golden steamed buns in the palace every day."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Cilang couldn't help but smile and said, "Gold is poisonous. If you eat golden steamed buns every day, you will die in a few days!"

Not far away, Li Dingguo and Fang Gongqian stood side by side, staring at the scene with different expressions on their faces.

Li Dingguo couldn't help but sigh softly: "I have never seen such a noble figure as his highness but so approachable."

In Li Dingguo's memory, not to mention those county magistrates and magistrates who were officials, even some minor officials and even yamen runners in the county yamen looked arrogant and wanted to speak to others with their chins.

Just such a person is unwilling to sit with ordinary people to have dinner, let alone such a pleasant row of people chatting about family matters.

Fang Gongqian nodded slightly and said with great certainty: "Your Highness is naturally different from those wastes. Your Highness is the unworldly saint who wants to revive the Ming Dynasty!"

Li Dingguo was a little silence when he heard this, although he nodded vigorously quickly: "It's true."

The conversation next to the fire continued.

After a few rounds of conversations just now, the gap in the soldiers' hearts disappeared, and their enthusiasm for speaking was significantly improved.

A musketeer said, "Your Highness, where do you think we should retreat along the way?"

Zhu Cixuan smiled and said, "Why, are you unhappy to always retreat?"

The soldiers looked at each other, and the musket soldier just now said, "Your Highness is so serious. We are either unhappy, or we always feel that we are being chased by the Tartars. We are so unhappy."

Another musketeer said, "Yes, my family is from Jinan Prefecture. A few years ago, the Tartars came to Jinan, and many relatives died in my family. When my mother sent troops, she told me that she wanted me to fight hard, kill a few more Tartars, and avenge their relatives."

This sentence immediately ignited the emotions of others, and everyone rushed to speak.

"That's right, I wish I could use Tartar bones to make fire sticks!"

"The Tartars are so hateful. If I arrive in Chenyang in the future, I will definitely kill every Tartar I see!"

Most of the Ming soldiers present were mainly from the north, and this place was the place where the Qing Dynasty was most plagued by the Qing Dynasty. Therefore, when it comes to the Qing Dynasty, they all gritted their teeth.

Zhu Cilang had a serious expression. After listening to the musketeers one by one, he raised his hand: "Everyone, listen to my words."

Everyone suddenly became quiet.

Next to the fire, Zhu Cilang's face was reflected by the beating fire, and it was unstable, but the firmness in his eyes was clearly seen by everyone.

Zhu Cixuan said, "Everyone has a grudge against the Tartars, why isn't this palace? Each of you is a people of the Ming Dynasty and a people of our palace. The pain you have endured is empathetic to the emperor."

"I want to admit that there are some problems in the past, which makes the Tartars so arrogant, but those are already over."

"Now, we have taken the initiative to attack and came to the hometown of the Mongolian Tartars in order to turn the Mongolian Tartars upside down."

"Next, we have to go to Liaodong and Chenyang to bring down the old nests of the Jianzhou Tartars at once!"

At some point, more and more Ming soldiers gathered next to the fire. They stared at Zhu Cilang quietly, and there seemed to be flames jumping in their eyes.

Zhu Cixuan's speech continues.

"But, wars are not random, they all need to be strategic. We are temporarily retreating. Are we afraid of the Tartars? Of course not."

"We are just to make the Tartars careless and to make them exhausted, and to use time and distance to wipe out their fighting spirit."

"You all know about British Duke Zhang Shize? He is now leading the Shanhaiguan army to attack the territory of the Jianzhou Tartars."

"At most ten days and half a month, the news will reach the ears of the Jianzhou Tartars here. At that time, they will be in chaos and will become difficult to deal with."

"Then, let's go out and kill them, and give them a lesson that will never be forgotten."

Speaking of this, Zhu Cilang suddenly raised his tone.

"Everyone said, okay?"

After a brief quiet, everyone shouted in unison.

"good!"

The fire was still burning, and the flames in the hearts of the Ming soldiers were also burning.

"Your Highness is right. We are not afraid of these Tartars, we are playing with them."

"That's right, we just want them to be difficult to deal with, and we just want them to cover their heads and not be able to cover their butts!"

"It's better to walk the Tartars on the grassland for a while, just like walking the dog, it's quite exciting!"

A burst of laughter followed.

Li Dingguo widened his eyes, looked shocked, and sighed for a long time.

"I didn't expect that Your Highness was young and was even better than those veterans when he was encouraging the morale of the army. It was really surprising."

Fang Gonggan stood beside Li Dingguo with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!