Zhu Yunwen said with a smile, his tone full of pride.

In the past few days, he has been truly convinced of his eldest brother.

Many things will be extremely shocking only after seeing them with your own eyes.

During the military parade that day, he stood on the Chengtian Gate and watched the rows of soldiers leaving below. He was also affected by this passionate scene.

Such a military parade was something Zhu Yunwen had never seen before.

And he knew very well that this was entirely due to his eldest brother.

Ask yourself, if it were you, you might never reach such a height in your lifetime.

It is conceivable that with this military parade, the eldest brother has completely won the support of the thirty-two guards of the capital, a total of 180,000 Ming elites.

There is no need for edicts or tiger talismans.

As long as his eldest brother appears in front of these soldiers, Zhu Yunwen has no doubt that these soldiers will unswervingly obey his orders.

Think deeper.

Even Grandpa Huang, I'm afraid...

"It's not just eye-catching, it's simply amazing, really amazing!"

As soon as he heard this, Pi'erma Heima seemed very excited. He did not reserve the slightest reservation about the shock of the military parade in his words, and said sincerely: "Brother Yunwen may have seen it often and didn't think anything of it."

"If such soldiers are placed on our battlefield, they will be an invincible iron army. Even my grandfather, the Lord of Samarkand, Shah, the ruler of Khorasan."

"The invincible soldiers he led will definitely not be the opponent of the Ming Dynasty's 180,000 elite soldiers."

"Brother Yunwen, can you tell me what kind of invincible general is able to train such a powerful soldier? If possible, I hope Yunwenji can help me meet him."

"To be honest, Brother Yunwen, I already prayed to Allah yesterday. These generals who have never been masked before, and I don't even know their noble surnames now, will be the people I admire the most in my life.

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"Here, I make a solemn request to Brother Yunwen, please help me. I will remember Brother Yunwen's kindness for the rest of my life."

At the end of the sentence, Pi'erma Heima's tone had become solemn and solemn, and he followed the example of Ming Dynasty and bowed deeply.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yunwen felt happy and frustrated at the same time.

I'm happy because the guy in front of me, Pi'er Ma Heima, gave me such a high evaluation.

He was frustrated because his eldest brother was so powerful. He felt that compared to him, he was just like a waste. It could even be said that there was no comparison at all.

No matter where it is.

Sighing slightly, Zhu Yunwen stood up and helped Pi'er Ma Heima and said: "My Ming Dynasty does not have such powerful generals. The training of these soldiers is arranged by my elder brother personally."

Pi'er Ma Heima was a little confused and said: "Your eldest brother? Is he His Highness the Grand Sun?"

Zhu Yunwen nodded and said: "Yes."

"Allah! If I remember correctly, His Highness Taisun should be very young, probably a few years older than Brother Yunwen." Pirma Heima asked in surprise, with a somewhat unbelieving tone.

Zhu Yunwen nodded again.

This time, Pierma was really shocked and shocked again.

Is this the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty?

At such a young age, he can train the strongest and most powerful army in the world.

He can still be the emperor for a long time. Under his leadership, after many years, will all the armies of the Ming Dynasty become like what they see today?

So, what strength does Samarkand have that can compete with the Ming Dynasty?

Pi'erma Heima swallowed subconsciously, and then asked: "Brother Yunwen, can I pay homage to His Highness the Grand Sun?"

Zhu Yunwen replied: "According to the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, Brother Ma Hei is certainly qualified to pay homage to my eldest brother, but this requires the consent of Grandpa Huang and eldest brother."

Pi'erma Heima said: "Please help me, brother Yunwen."

Zhu Yunwen thought about his current relationship with his eldest brother, and hesitated for a moment and said, "I will tell him. As for whether he will see you or not, it depends on his wishes."

Pi'erma Heima replied: "Brother Yunwen, you are my best friend in Ming Dynasty. No matter whether it succeeds or not, I am very grateful."

Zhu Yunwen was not sure, but since he was the grandson of Samarkand, his eldest brother would probably agree to the summons.

At this moment, in the palace of Prince Yan.

Zhu Di looked gloomy and drank alone.

Originally, he thought that after Zhu Ying's canonization ceremony was over on the first day of October, he would be able to return to the coast.

However, other vassal kings have begun to leave one after another, and the approval document for his departure from the capital has not yet been received.

Zhu Yuanzhang set very strict rules for the vassal king.

Whether you are entering or leaving Beijing, you must obtain permission, submit an approval document, and have a jade seal stamped on it.

On the second day of the military parade, he had already submitted the approval document, but there was no response at all.

Like other vassal kings, starting from today, they are already preparing to return to the vassal territory.

"Is it you, eldest nephew, are you trying to stop me, or do you want me to experience how you felt before?"

Zhu Di finally remembered that when he was in Peiping and later in the capital, he secretly ordered to prevent Zhu Ying from leaving.

Now it seems that he clearly has a grudge and wants to take revenge for all this.

Recalling that on the day of the military parade, when Zhu Ying was in Jinshen Hall, pretending to thank him, Zhu Di felt more and more that this was the case.

Just like the Zhu Ying of old.
Chapter completed!