Chapter 230 The Enemy Is Discovered! The Battle of the Prince of Han Dynasty!

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Luqu River, also known as Yinma River.

In the eighth year of Yongle, the Ming Dynasty personally conquered Mobei Benya Shili Alutai and others. In May, the troops reached the Luqu River and changed it to Yinma River.

At this moment, Zhu Zhanhe was leading more than ten elite scouts from his unit, gathering solemnly in a cave not far from the Yinma River.

This cave is located in a dense forest of mountains, connected to a vast mountain. At a glance, there is only a sky of ice and snow.

Although the entrance of the cave is small, there is a world of its own inside. Various stalactites and strange rocks are rugged and tall, making it an excellent hiding place for scouts.

The scouts are out spying on the enemy, and there are clear rules. They are not allowed to get angry easily, otherwise the black smoke will reveal their position and lead to death.

But this is not a problem for the experienced scouts. After all, it is bitterly cold outside the Great Wall and it is still winter. Therefore, the scouts usually choose a cave to light a fire so that the black smoke will not escape easily.

In other words, finding such a secluded and spacious cave was a happy thing for the scouts.

However, Zhu Zhanhe and others could not be happy and ate cold dry food silently. The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

They have been tracking all the way deep into Mobei, and it has been more than half a month, but they have never found any trace of the Oara people.

The most important duty of a scout is to spy on the enemy's military situation and transmit the information back to the main army in a timely manner so that the commander-in-chief can make the most reasonable arrangements.

But they didn't find even a single hair on this trip, so the mission was considered a failure.

When they thought of this, everyone felt a little disappointed.

An old scout named Liu San in the team sighed and said faintly: "Master Zhenfu, let's retreat. If we continue to go deeper, I'm afraid we will send the sheep into the tiger's mouth!"

"We have penetrated more than 700 miles into the grassland and are completely separated from the main army. Even the other scout teams have all withdrawn. Even if we find traces of the enemy, it will not be easy to pass the information to the main army in time. matter!"

Hearing his words, Zhu Zhanhe did not respond, neither agreed nor objected, but silently gnawed on the frozen dry food.

Seeing this, another old scout also advised: "Master Zhenfu, what Lao Liu said is right, there is no need to continue."

"Once we encounter the Wala barbarians, all the scout teams will have withdrawn long ago, which means that no one can support us in time, and we will definitely die!"

When Zhu Zhanhe heard this, he nodded silently.

He knew very well that after tracking it to this point, there was really no need to continue.

Firstly, because their team's supplies were low, it was not easy to get supplies in this ice and snow.

The team penetrated more than 600 miles into the grassland and persisted until now. Everyone has reached their limit.

The second is that the danger is too great. According to the intelligence gathered by the predecessors, the main force of the Wala army is active in the area of ​​the Luqu River, and the cave where they are hiding at the moment is only more than 20 miles away from the Luqu River.

This means that the team may encounter the Wala barbarians head-on at any time, and they are likely to be completely annihilated if they are isolated and helpless!

Faced with the threat of death, everyone will shrink back, even the elite scouts who have been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round!

What's more, it seems pointless for them to continue. Once the entire army is wiped out, even if the enemy's situation is discovered, so what?

Zhu Zhanhe understood all these principles, but he was unwilling to do so!

He is also the direct grandson of the Ming Emperor, but he has been suppressed by his "good saint grandson" cousin since he was a child. His grandfather, the emperor, has never even met in person a few times.

When they arrived at the Xishan Military Camp, the two stood on the same starting line, and their performance was almost the same. However, when it came time to test the training results, the person holding the flag was still his cousin Zhu Zhanji, not Zhu Zhanhe!

Just because Zhu Zhanji is His Royal Highness the Grand Sun and is more qualified than Zhu Zhanhe, the heir apparent of the Han Dynasty!

However, Zhu Zhanhe was unwilling to give in!

With his father's efforts, Young Jun was able to follow the army in the Northern Expedition, and he once again stood on the same starting line as his cousin!

This time, Zhu Zhanhe made up his mind to beat him once!

It’s not about competing for a big position, nor is it about ambition!

Zhu Zhanhe just wanted to prove to the emperor's grandfather that he, Zhu Zhanhe, was also an outstanding descendant of the old Zhu family, and was no worse than that good saint's grandson.

Therefore, he took the initiative to join the scout team and went deep into the grassland in the ice and snow to track the traces of Wala.

"The Luqu River is ahead. Brothers have already held on here. Are you willing to withdraw without taking a look?"

Hearing this, more than a dozen scouts fell silent.

Yes, you have persisted to this point and are you willing to retreat?

The answer is definitely unwillingness.

If they just keep going deeper, they will most likely be wiped out.

Liu San sighed and persuaded again: "Master Zhenfu, the brothers only have enough dry food for three days. I don't know if I go back..."

"I understand." Zhu Zhanhe nodded, "The main army has been advancing forward. We must trace the enemy's traces as soon as possible. This is the duty of a scout!"

"One day at most. We will go to the Luqu River tomorrow. If we find nothing more, we will retreat."

After hearing this, everyone fell silent again, reluctantly accepting it.

After all, the young Lord Wei Zhenfu in front of him is not only a high-ranking official of Jinyiwei, but also a real nobleman of Tianhuang!

The identity of the Crown Prince of Han was before his eyes, and no one dared to disobey his orders.

What's more, he's not afraid of death, so what do people like him have to fear?

However, at this moment, a scout who was out to inquire hurriedly walked in, UU reading www.uukaｎshu. net whispered: "Lord Zhenfu, there is a situation ahead!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and immediately drew their swords and daggers to prepare for the attack.

Zhu Zhanhe took a deep breath and shouted: "Leave two brothers behind, and the rest of you will come with me to have a look."

Everyone accepted the order and followed them quietly.

The distance was not very far, but in just a few minutes of tea, everyone arrived at the problem location. Although they did not see the Oara barbarians, they found a pile of horse dung.

Liu San immediately leaned down and observed carefully, his face gradually becoming solemn.

"This pile of horse dung can last up to five hours. Someone is spending the night here. It's a Wala barbarian!"

Zhu Zhanhe: "???"

Oh my god!

Are you so awesome?

The other scouts suddenly turned around and searched for other traces with solemn expressions.

But they searched a little, but found no trace of the bonfire.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Zhanhe couldn't help but frown.

"Could it be a wild horse?"

"No, it must be Wala Barbarian!"

"Why?"

Liu San was startled when he heard this and looked at the Prince of Han with contempt.

"First, there are a lot of milk stains in the rocks next to the horse dung pile. How can a wild horse drink its own milk?"

"Secondly, there are rein marks on the trees next to the horse dung pile. According to the standard of one barbarian scout with two horses, it should be a ten-man scout team from Wala. This is also consistent with the number of Wala scouts!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhanhe was shocked and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Awesome!

The Wala scouts are the same as the Mongolian scouts. They are a small team of ten, each equipped with two horses, patrolling within a radius of three hundred miles of the camp!

This means that they are really not far from the Wala Camp!

However, at this moment, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and a sharp arrow shot directly at the door in front of Zhu Zhanhe!

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