Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Elite!!!

Wu Xun was indeed very smart when it came to fighting. They had thought of it immediately before Zhu Yunhuan even mentioned it.

But this is not something that cannot be mentioned.

Seeing the excitement gleaming in the eyes of the military heroes present, Zhu Yunhuan felt equally excited. He narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded in response, "That's right! As long as there are enough pig heads to replenish the Ming Dynasty's soldiers and men, and through extensive training and cultivation, the Ming Dynasty's major bases will be able to produce elite troops everywhere!"

Elite refers to soldiers who are capable of fighting ten or even more people at once.

However, to train such soldiers, it is necessary to give those ordinary soldiers with excellent qualifications a lot of physical fitness, skills and other training, which consumes an unknown amount of food and meat.

This was a huge investment that the former Ming Dynasty could hardly afford.

but now……

"Don't even mention elite."

"Then we can select the best from among the elite, introduce some training methods from later generations, and add firearms training... and create a special forces team with the number of garrisons... It won't be a big problem or a big burden."

Zhu Yunhuan looked at the extremely excited Huaixi nobles and thought secretly in his heart.

But this is a story that will happen after sweet potato cultivation becomes popular.

While thinking about this, Zhu Yunhuan glanced at everyone around him, and then continued: "In the future, the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty who fled to Mobei, the spineless Goryeo, the chieftains who repeatedly caused rebellion in Yunnan, and even..."

Having said that, Zhu Yunhuan paused and swallowed back the "overseas countries" that he was about to blurt out. There were too many things involved, and it was a bit too early to mention it now.

So he skipped this point and continued, "Wherever the rivers flow, wherever the sun and moon shine, they will all prostrate themselves before the might of our great Ming!"

Standing in front of everyone.

Zhu Yunhuan's handsome face carried an air of looking down on the world, giving people an instant sense of oppression as if thousands of troops were rushing towards them.

This was originally part of Zhu Yunhuan's plan.

It's just that the timing was not ripe before. Even if there were a group of capable warriors like the Huaixi nobles, if he mentioned these things, others would only say that he was warmongering, overestimating his own capabilities, and out of touch with reality.

It's not fully ready yet though.

But it’s time to give them some value.

And what he said.

This also caused the already excited Huaixi nobles' chests to heave violently, and a bloodthirsty murderous intent and excitement rose in their eyes.

What are these people?—Robbers and bandits!

Moreover, they had been fighting with the remnants of the former Yuan Dynasty in Mobei for many years. In order to drive out these Tartars who oppressed the people of the Central Plains, they had paid countless blood, tears and the lives of their comrades. They had long been determined to fight to the death. As for the capricious Goryeo and the chieftains of Yunnan who often stirred up trouble... they were not unfamiliar with them, and even did not mind them.

Besides that, what else does winning a battle mean? Military merit! Benefits!

Now that they had witnessed the birth of an auspicious sign, they knew that they would have sufficient food and fodder in the future. Furthermore, they knew that this auspicious sign would allow them to fully train their soldiers... and significantly increase the combat effectiveness of the entire Ming Dynasty...

And at the same time.

Before they could even ask for battle, His Majesty had already expressed his intention...

They all wished they could draw their swords and mount their horses and set out for battle tomorrow!

"Excellent!! Your Majesty has lofty aspirations and great ambitions!"

"That's a great point! Your Majesty, please rest assured. When the time is right, I will be the first to volunteer to lead the troops. I will never return to the court until all the barbarians in the east, south, west and north are defeated!" Some people were so excited that they started to reserve places for the expedition directly, and even changed their self-proclaimed title from "your humble servant" to "your humble servant"... They were so impatient.

"That's not very kind of you! You go out to fight the barbarians and the Tartars, and we won't go out? Your Majesty! I want to go too!"