I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 342 If the West wants to rise, it must kill Daming!
"Gentlemen, oh yes, and this lady."

Under everyone's gaze, Hadar spoke slowly.

"According to the accurate figures we got, at the end of last year, the number of troops counted by Daming was..."

The representatives of the various countries in the audience left their seats slightly, held their breath, and stared at Hadar, hoping that the other party could say a number that they could accept.

In the front row of everyone, a woman in knight armor also clenched the knight sword in her hand.

"466 million!"

A string of ordinary numbers that couldn't be more ordinary was spit out from Hadar's mouth.

But just this string of ordinary numbers, like a huge thunder, set off a stormy sea among the crowd.

"Oh God, how is that possible, there are more people than there are in our country."

"Mr. Hadar, did you forget to add a point in it, for example, 46.6! Or, you said an extra 6."

"Mr. Hadar, this is not a joke. The army of more than 400 million is close to 500 million. This number has surpassed the people in most of our countries. I don't think there is such a terrorist army in this world. It's too exaggerated."

"That's right, the only one who can have such a huge army is God himself."

Shouts of exclamation and disbelief sounded from the audience, and many people stood up in shock, expressing their disbelief in this number.

The knight girl sitting in the front row of everyone, when Hadar said the number 466 million, leaned heavily on the chair with her straight back, closed her eyes slightly, and didn't know what she was thinking about.

But from her jade hand tightly holding the scabbard, it can be seen that her heart is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

"Gentlemen please be quiet, please be quiet!"

Being questioned by so many people at once, Hadar didn't know who to answer first, so he could only wave his hands vigorously to make everyone quiet down and ask one by one.

The venue gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at Hadar nervously, expecting the other party to say what he just joked.

"Gentlemen, I know you think this number is too exaggerated and unlikely, but I can say responsibly that the number I just mentioned is 100% certain, and I can swear to God."

After speaking, fearing that these potential allies would be frightened and dare not join forces with them to fight against Daming, Hadar quickly comforted everyone.

"Gentlemen, in fact, you don't have to worry too much. Although Da Ming has so many troops, they also need to defend a lot of areas. After all, their land is so big."

"According to our estimates, the number of troops Daming can dispatch to fight abroad is just over 100 million."

"As long as we unite, we can stop Da Ming's million-dollar army."

As soon as these words came out, the corners of the mouths of many people below twitched violently.

It's just over 100 million, just pay it back!

Good guy, are you misunderstanding this number?
If you unite to block each other, who gave you the confidence and courage, the dead Timur the Great?
Don't use your brain and think about it, the army that a country can take out to fight against the outside world is definitely not a mob composed of serfs and slaves, it is definitely an elite army that can conquer and fight well.

Thinking that they were going to face millions of elite legions, the legs of representatives of many countries began to tremble.

How many troops did the Mongols use in their westward expedition?It seems that there are more than 20 troops, and more than 20 troops will beat the crap out of the western countries.

If Daming followed Mongolia and pushed westward with millions of troops, I am afraid that apart from God himself descending, no country in this world could stop Daming's advance.

You know, Ming Dynasty was the empire that defeated Mongolia.

What does this mean?
This shows that Ming's soldiers are stronger, fiercer and more powerful than the Mongols back then.

God, more than 100 million troops stronger than the Mongols attacked the west, and everyone in the audience began to think about whether they should dig a hole and wait when they go back.

This saves you from dying in the future, and you don't even have a place to bury your body.

Seeing that my own consolation not only didn't work, but made the atmosphere even more silent.

Hadar sighed helplessly in his heart.

He was not surprised by everyone's behavior. After all, when he heard the information, he was also shocked, and he was dazed for a long time before he gradually recovered.

At any time, when the strength reaches a terrifying level, it is really difficult to make people feel rebellious.

He even suspects now that these allies he is going to win over must have begun to think in his heart, how can it be cost-effective to seek refuge with Daming.

"Mr. Hadar, I would like to ask, where did you get this information, and is it really that accurate?"

Just when the atmosphere was at its lowest point and the alliance was about to end before it even started, the female knight sitting in the front row, who was leaning back in her chair and closed her eyes in thought, raised her hand.

"This is Ms. Joan of Arc of France, a great knight, a hero who saved France, and is very influential in their country."

Knowing that Hadar didn't know each other, Oliver hurriedly introduced him in a low voice.

"It turns out to be Knight Joan of Arc. It's a great honor to meet you."

Knowing that the woman in front of him is very influential in a country, Hadar's face was originally dissatisfied with the woman's participation in this meeting, and the expression of dissatisfaction with the woman's participation in this meeting was instantly put away, showing a kind smile and saying hello.

Jeanne nodded slightly and responded.

She could see the other person's expression clearly, but she didn't care.

In this era of men in charge, she has come to this point step by step, and she has long been accustomed to this kind of distrustful and contemptuous eyes.

"As for the information we have obtained, I can tell you with certainty that it is very accurate."

"Because our intelligence source comes from an intelligence organization inside Daming."

"Because of the prince named Zhu Zhangui, the other party established another intelligence report, felt the crisis and the anger of being distrusted, and developed a mentality of revenge."

"And we just grasped this point and spent a lot of money to buy this information from the other party."

Hadar briefly described his sources of information.

Don't look at what he said so clearly, but his heart is bleeding.

In order to obtain this information and the map that Oliver hung up just now, the Timurid Empire paid a treasure worth 2000 million taels in large silver.

Thinking of so many gold and silver treasures in exchange for only a piece of paper and a few words, Hadar's heart ached.

Damn oriental vampires, curse you for betraying Daming, let that cruel prince know, and let you all die without a place to die.

"Ah!"

In Beiping Jinyiwei Yamen, Ji Gang sneezed fiercely, rubbed his nose, stretched out his hands to tighten his clothes, and said to the subordinates around him: "You guys, hurry up, Your Highness is coming back soon, let's Taking so much information and selling it for such a small amount of money, I can't explain it to His Highness."

"So you all have to hurry up and send more people to the west to see if you can sell it to a few more countries. As for the price, you can sell it a little lower, after all, the Timurid Empire has already paid for it."

"As ordered!"

After his subordinates left, Ji Gang rubbed his nose, looked at the ledger in his hand, and smiled.

"The intelligence and maps of some bad streets can be exchanged for so much money. Those barbarians in the west are really generous. Sigh, it would be even better if I could get more. Next year I can get more funds to expand The manpower has been expanded. Now that the territory is huge, there is a serious shortage of manpower!"

The meeting ended at noon.

Most of the country representatives did not stay to attend the banquet of the Ottoman Empire, but hurriedly prepared to go back to discuss with their king whether they should form an alliance with the Ottoman Timur Empire and jointly fight against Ming Dynasty.

"Your Excellency, Prince Charlie has already given you the right to decide, why do we have to go back?"

Outside the Ottoman capital city, a group of cavalry carrying the French flag ran quickly, led by a woman in a cloak.

At this time, she looked at the front with a calm expression, drinking lightly in her mouth, and steered the horse forward.

The one who spoke was an old man who was beside her.

Joan of Arc, who was thinking about something, looked at the old man and shook her head slightly.

"They can't believe it. We are not with them. If we unite with them, our country will be in disaster."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the old man to ask again, she continued: "Our country has a long coastline. The Ming Dynasty not only has a strong army, but also a powerful navy."

"If we form an alliance with them, based on my guess, they may attack or block Daming from land."

"Da Ming's navy is too powerful, coupled with the opponent's powerful firearms, we have no hope of winning at sea."

"The only chance to fight is on land, with the help of the complex environment and the tall and strong city, to offset the threat of the powerful weapons of the Ming Dynasty, disintegrate the huge army of the Ming Dynasty, and then eliminate them one by one."

After finishing her analysis, Joan of Arc sighed.

"But the people in power in Ming Dynasty are not fools, they will not only attack from land according to our wishes."

"If I were them, I would choose sea and land to attack together."

"In this way, those maritime countries that join the alliance will face a dilemma."

"Either ignore the danger of your own country and continue to fight against Ming on land. Or abandon the alliance and return to the country to fight against Ming on the land."

"No matter which of these two options you choose, the alliance will not be so united, and failure is inevitable."

"Then what should we do? Daming's army is so strong. Once they launch an attack, it may be difficult for our country's tens of thousands of troops to resist."

After listening to Joan of Arc's analysis, the old man looked sad.

This alliance is not, and there will be no good end if there is no alliance. Is France going to be destroyed under the iron heel of Ming's conquest?

"No, we still have a chance."

Reaching out and patted the old man's shoulder as a sign of comfort, Joan looked at the location of the country and said in a low voice: "It's time for us white people to unite and fight against the enemy together. If we keep fighting, once Ming Dynasty takes the step to conquer the world, we white people will never have a chance to stand up."

After all, she whispered to the old man: "Send someone to notify the Eagle Country, the Netherlands and other coastal countries. If they don't want to be destroyed by Ming like the Portuguese Country, let them come to France to discuss the alliance."

(I moved Joan's age forward by a few years. At this time in history, she has not yet received the revelation of God, and she is only 11 years old. She received the revelation at 13.)
Hongxi three years, the end of November.

Asan province, Surat port.

Since the Ganges Plain was occupied by Ming Dynasty, Surat near the Narmada River has become one of the important trade and transportation ports.

Every year, part of the grain from the Ganges Plain will be shipped from here and transported back to the mainland of Daming.

With the increase of the ship population, the economy here has gradually prospered.

For the convenience of management, Zhu Zhanji also moved the Governor's Mansion in Guhirat here.

Last night, Zhu Zhanji received a telegram from Zhu Zhangui, saying that he would arrive here today, rest with him for a day, and let him go back with him the next day.

Naturally, Zhu Zhanji would not refuse the request of his elder brother, and he also wanted to go home.

Although no one restricts his freedom here, and he is accompanied by his beloved, he is far away from his parents in his hometown after all.

Thinking of his mother who was worried about every day, his father who was in poor health, and his elderly grandfather, Zhu Zhanji felt worried for a while.

"Woooooooo..."

When the time just arrived, a row of small black dots appeared on the horizon in the distance.

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing on the pier holding his wife by hand, looked into the distance with complicated eyes.

Since the opening of the Asan area, except for the occasional trip back to Daming, he has been living here.

Although life is good, free and easy, and there is no need to worry about those annoying things, but Zhu Zhanji can clearly sense the surveillance eyes.

My brother still doesn't believe in me.

So in order to reassure his elder brother, he has never intervened in any affairs in the Asan area for so many years, and he has done his best as a mascot.

And what's strange is that he didn't have a concubine, only Liu Rumeng was his wife.

As for the child, I don't know which of the two is the problem, and the two have not had an affair so far.

For this reason, Zhang wrote more than once to persuade Zhu Zhanji to take a concubine, but Zhu Zhanji refused them all.

In his words, "It's so good. Grandpa and father are at ease, and elder brother is also at ease, and I have so many nephews. With elder brother's concern for me, when our husband and wife are old for a hundred years, my elder brother will definitely make me happy." My nephew took care of me in retirement."

Even though he said this, only he knows what Zhu Zhanji thinks in his heart.

"Husband, what are you thinking?"

While Zhu Zhanji was looking at the fleet getting closer and closer in the distance, Liu Rumeng, who was captured by him, raised his head slightly to look at him, his beautiful eyes blinking slightly.

"nothing!"

His wife's inquiry changed Zhu Zhanji back to God.

Looking down at this pretty face that appeared in his dreams every day, Zhu Zhanji reached out with a smile and hugged it in his arms, and walked towards the battleship that was already approaching the steps of the dock.

night.

"I see that your complexion is not very good. Is it because you have been too busy during this time and haven't had a good rest!"

At night, on the balcony of the attic of the Governor's Mansion, a small table was placed in it, and a few dishes of exquisite side dishes exuded fragrance, seducing the appetite of the guests.

Zhu Zhangui, who had washed and changed his clothes, looked at Zhu Zhanji who was sitting cross-legged on the futon opposite him, bowing his head and warming the wine with a tired expression, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I haven't slept well in the past two days, just rest for a few days!"

Zhu Zhanji replied casually, picked up the warm jug and poured a glass for each of them.

"Try it, this is my own wine."

Zhu Zhangui took a deep look at him, didn't ask any more questions, and took a sip from his wine glass.

The drink is soft and soft, not as spicy as imagined.

He took a deep breath, and the faint aroma of wine gushed out from his mouth, making Zhu Zhangui feel comfortable all over.

"Good wine!"

With an admiration, Zhu Zhangui handed over the wine glass.

Zhu Zhanji filled it up with a smile, picked up his wine glass, clinked it with Zhu Zhangui and drank it down.

After drinking a glass of wine, not only did the atmosphere of the conversation between the brothers not rise, but suddenly became quiet, they just drank and ate food silently.

talk about what?Nothing to talk about.

The two of them did not have the intrigue of those princes, whether they had reached the step of smiling on the surface and stabbing the knife in the back, only the two of them knew in their hearts.

As for chatting like before, when Sun Ruowei fell down and Zhu Zhangui took the position of grandson, the two of them would never return to the previous relationship.

Perhaps this relationship is the best result for the two, or it may be the calm before the storm.

"Grandpa's body may not last long."

After a while, Zhu Zhangui broke the silence first, and said a piece of news that made Zhu Zhanji's heart tremble.

Holding the wine glass in his hand, Zhu Zhanji fell into memories, remembering the days when he was with his grandfather.

After a while, he accepted the complicated thoughts, took a deep breath, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"I can't escape this day. With your help, the old man has fulfilled his life's wish. Even if he leaves, he probably won't have any regrets in his heart."

Zhu Zhangui nodded, took the jug, and filled the empty wine glass in Zhu Zhanji's hand.

"When we go back this time, our brother will accompany the old man well. We will follow him wherever he wants to go and what he wants to do, so that he can leave happily and safely."

"Second Uncle and Third Uncle, the two of us will go to see him when we have time. The old man cares about this most, and he can't let him feel that we have neglected Second Uncle and Third Uncle."

"Also, find an imperial doctor when you go back. The old man keeps talking about you having no children. Let's see what's going on."

Zhu Zhangui talked a lot.

Zhu Zhanji, who was sitting opposite him, just nodded silently in response.

After talking about going back, they fell into silence again. Neither of them spoke again, they just poured wine, drank and ate food.

"It's getting late, go back and rest early, we have to leave early tomorrow morning."

When the last drop of wine in the jug was drunk, Zhu Zhangui stood up a little drunk, waved at Zhu Zhanji, and with the support of the monkey, got up and went to the room.

"Big brother!"

Looking at Zhu Zhangui who was about to enter the attic, Zhu Zhanji shouted.

Zhu Zhangui, who had already stepped over the threshold with one foot, looked back at Zhu Zhanji.

"What's the matter? There is something else."

"I have always had a doubt in my heart, and I hope that my elder brother can answer it for me."

The wine glass was already empty in his hand, Zhu Zhanji looked straight at Zhu Zhangui, organized his words in his mind, and asked the doubts that had been buried in his heart for many years.

"Did she die because of your plan? Was she someone you sent to me?"

Zhu Zhanji's question was very vague, he only mentioned her, and did not specify who to instruct.

But Zhu Zhangui, who was questioned, understood who Zhu Zhanji was referring to.

Looking at Zhu Zhanji's flickering and changing eyes, Zhu Zhangui was silent for a while and shook his head.

"Her death is really an accident, and I will not plan her for you."

"Looking at your decadent appearance later, I didn't want my younger brother to continue to be decadent like this, so I sent her to your side."

"Besides for you, I also have a little thought."

Now that this step has been reached, Zhu Zhangui has nothing to hide, and has told some real things at the beginning.

As for how much these really account for, only Zhu Zhangui knows.

"Thank you!"

After getting the answer, Zhu Zhanji was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled and thanked Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui also smiled, "The past is over, let's rest early!"

He has already said what should be said. Whether Zhu Zhanji is satisfied with this answer is all in Zhu Zhanji's thought.

Nodding to Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Zhangui turned around and patted the shoulder of the monkey next to him. With his support, he wobbled towards the resting place.

Looking at the figure that disappeared behind the door, the smile on Zhu Zhanji's face slowly disappeared, and his expression gradually turned cold.

His mood suddenly changed, the strength in his hand increased unconsciously, and the wine glass rattled when he pinched it.

"Husband!"

Just when his eyes were getting colder and colder, and a murderous air was faintly floating on the balcony, a soft call sounded, making Zhu Zhanji's body tremble violently, the strength in his hand was uncontrollable, and the exquisite ceramic wine glass was crushed. He squeezed into several petals, the sharp pieces of porcelain cut bloodstains from his tightly held palm.

"Oh, why are you so careless!"

Seeing that her husband's palm was cut, a beautiful figure coming slowly, suddenly quickened her pace, ran to Zhu Zhanji's side, knelt down and bandaged the wound with a handkerchief.

"Ugh!"

Looking down at his wife who was bandaging her hands with a nervous and worried face, Zhu Zhanji struggled for a while, and finally sighed softly and closed his eyes.

After all, he still didn't take this step in that direction.

(End of this chapter)