Chapter 545 Defeat the Beiyuanduoyan coalition forces Although Zhu Feng did not know anything about military strategy, his talent and knowledge were indeed limited and he had not systematically studied the "Six Tao". He said thoughtfully: "Sun Tzu's Art of War pays more attention to the application of the strategic aspect, while "Six Tao" pays more attention to the implementation of the tactical level. The main difference between them lies in the different emphasis on military thinking." Lin Che smiled slightly and saw the hesitation in Zhu Ping's answer. He knew Zhu Ping's actual situation. After all, he was young and vigorous. He still needed to improve in many fields, and the study of military strategy was naturally unavoidable. Seeing the awkward expression on Zhu Ping's face, Lin Che punched her hard again: "Zhu Ping, how much do you know about "Thirty-Six Strategies"?" Tell it in your own words. This time, the content of the art of war that Zhu Xi was familiar with was still relatively limited. Although he roughly knew that "Thirty-six Strategies" was a flexible strategic art of war, he was not able to apply it skillfully in the specific application scenarios and principles of the art of war. Zhu Xi looked at the art of war book on the desk, and the Ministry of War answered easily. He lowered his head and lightly scratched his forehead. He realized that there was still a lot of room for improvement in his field of military art. Seeing Zhu Chong's embarrassment and helplessness, Lin Che smiled slightly, reached out and picked up "Thirty-Six Strategies" and explained the essence of the art of war to Zhu Chong word by word. He carefully explained the timing, strategies and traps of each tactic, and patiently guided Zhu Ping's practical application of the art of war.

Zhu Xi listened attentively, nodding his head again and again to express understanding. He did not answer the questions confidently this time, but sincerely asked Lin Che for advice and kept asking questions during the explanation. Time passed in the activities of this teacher-student pair. Lin Che's explanation came to an end. Zhu Xi slowly settled down, trying to fully absorb Lin Che's teachings. Lin Che stood up with a smile and encouraged, "Zhu Xiang, the application of the art of war requires time and the accumulation of practical experience." "As long as you maintain a humble attitude, continue to learn and practice, you will surely show extraordinary strategic vision on the battlefield." Zhu Xi nodded heavily to express his gratitude. Several days passed by. The Ming army set out for Liaodong under the leadership of Zhu Ping. On the way forward, Zhu Fang seriously thought about the nature of war and the key to victory. He conducted many in-depth discussions and studies with the generals around him, trying to understand the organization and strategic deployment of the army. During this process, Zhu Ping constantly reviewed his deployment and possible future situations. Although he did not participate in the Northern Expedition and the Northern Yuan Dynasty, he understood that he had a long way to go. Real war is cruel and ruthless, and requires paying a huge price to achieve final victory. During the long period of military training and strategic analysis, Zhu Ping gradually understood the meaning of Lin Che's warning. He realized that he not only needed to show leadership skills, but also had enough wisdom and courage to make the right decisions, protect himself and the army, and ultimately win the war. Finally, the army led by Zhu Ping arrived at the front line. His mood was both excited and nervous. He stood on a high place, overlooking the endless battlefield ahead, feeling the smoke and tension that filled the land. Zhu Ping waved his arms to boost the morale of the soldiers.

They were always watching his figure, as if they found infinite courage and strength in him. The battle began, and Zhu Ping led his troops to rush toward the enemy. He took the lead and was brave and fearless. On the one hand, he slashed the enemy troops with the sword in his hand, and on the other hand, he encouraged the soldiers with his firm voice. The fighting scene on the battlefield was fierce and cruel. The armor on Zhu Ping's body was scratched by slashes, and the cloak on his shoulders was torn to pieces by the enemy's sword, but he stood firmly on the battlefield without any sign of flinching. Time passed little by little and the sun gradually set. Zhu Ping looked at the smoke filling the battlefield with a myriad of thoughts. He understood the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, and deeply realized the burden and responsibility of the commander-in-chief. Until the last moment, the war was not over. At night, countless soldiers continued to guard. They prepare for a raid. As night fell, a huge team began to change. Zhu Ping led thousands of warriors, determined to take advantage of the night to raid the Duoyan rebels' lair. The road is long, the soldiers are tired but determined, and they carry the hope of the country and nation. Finally, the army arrived at the Liaodong border. There was a battlefield where a fierce battle was going on. The enemy and we were fighting fiercely, and the lights of swords and swords reflected the whole sky red. Zhu Ping, wearing armor and holding a long sword, charged forward. He led the brave soldiers into the enemy's position. A bloody battle began. Zhu Ping and his army fought bravely to defend their beliefs and responsibilities with their flesh and blood. Here, Zhu Yuanzhang fought fiercely with the Duoyan rebels for many days. He was exhausted, but he gritted his teeth and persisted without retreating. He knew that only by defeating the enemy could real peace and prosperity be brought to the Ming Dynasty. At this time, he heard the voice of his son Zhu Ping. In an instant, he felt like he had been injected with blood. His courage infected every soldier in the team, and they gathered into a steel-like fortress and fought desperately against Beiyuan and Duoyanbu. Finally, the moment came. Zhu Ping swung his long sword even more fiercely. He launched a final charge and led the soldiers to attack the Beiyuan and Duoyan coalition forces with all their strength. The harsh clash of swords, the tragic shouts, and the splatter of blood formed a cruel and heroic scene. In the end, the Ming army fought tenaciously and won the victory. The Northern Yuan coalition forces were completely defeated, and the remaining enemies fled in all directions. Zhu Ping stood on the victorious battlefield, his body upright. He looked at the soldiers on the battlefield, his face full of pride and pride. Zhu Yuanzhang had a different mood. He knew that the price of this victory was endless sacrifice. He looked at the warriors who fell on the battlefield and prayed silently, hoping that they would be forgiven on their way to hell. The troops led by Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Ping defeated the enemy and captured important strategic locations.

The light of their victory illuminated the entire battlefield and brought them endless glory and praise. however. The next moment, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the vast prairie, and his heart was filled with anxiety. He originally thought that this personal expedition to Mobei to attack Beiyuan would go smoothly. After all, the Ming army was stronger than Beiyuan, but the reality was that it was more difficult than imagined. After this fierce battle. The remnants of the Beiyuan and Duoyan tribes chose to retreat and hide in the vast prairie. The Ming army led by Zhu Yuanzhang fell into an arduous guerrilla war. They were always chasing Bei Yuan's traces, but the Bei Yuan people were familiar with this grassland and left almost no traces, making it impossible for Zhu Yuanzhang to find a clear target. (End of this chapter)