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

"When we dealt with Lan Yu and his Huaixi rebels, the scene was probably similar to today's. Now I finally understand, I understand everything..." A look of realization flashed in Zhu Di's defeated eyes.

Upon hearing the name Lan Yu.

Having grown up in the military and developing a kind of admiration for Lan Yu, Zhu Gaoxu acted without thinking and instinctively wanted to retort, "How could the Duke of Liang..."

Of course, he had only uttered a few words when the thought crossed his mind, and he shut his mouth on his own—the tragedy was right before his eyes, and even if Zhu Gaoxu was brainless and admired Lan Yu, he could see the situation clearly.

Zhu Di glanced at his son, whose mouth was faster than his brain.

He sighed deeply and said helplessly, "The things the pursuers are carrying could take down the world's bravest and most skilled general in an instant."

"With such a terrifying weapon in our hands, why should we fear those on horseback, those wielding knives, or those carrying swords?"

"Second son, your father has no chance of winning, not from the very beginning."

"No wonder they caught up so quickly... Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, Tan Yuan and the others... even if they risked their lives to stop them, they couldn't."

Only now has he belatedly realized his position... and understood all those things that seemed so confusing, unbelievable, and incomprehensible before.

Although Zhu Gaoxu wanted to deny what his father had said.

But when he looked at Zhu Di and then at the tragic scene before him, he couldn't utter a single word in his defense.

at the same time.

A sense of emptiness and loss filled his heart—the efficient firearms had shattered Zhu Di's confidence and self-assurance, and had they also shattered Zhu Gaochi's high spirits and pride? In the face of these things, everything he was proud of was as fragile and vulnerable as shifting sand.

Those words he had spoken, about helping his father fight his way to Yingtian Prefecture, had become a complete joke.

In the end, Zhu Gaoxu could only lower his head in embarrassment, gritting his teeth as he said, "How could Zhu Yunwen get his hands on such a good thing? He cheated!?"

The root of all this lies in the strange firearms he saw.

Zhu Gaoxu was naturally unwilling and resentful.

Hearing Zhu Gaochi's gritted teeth and resentful expression, Zhu Di's eyes flickered, and he narrowed them slightly, saying, "He has a good strategist!"

Just as Zhu Di and the monk Daoyan had always believed that Zhu Yunwen's unexpected and outrageous actions were all the work of his "strategist," Zhu Di certainly did not believe that a mere teenager like Zhu Yunwen could have come up with such a musket.

"That kid is really lucky!"

"He's been holed up in the Eastern Palace for years, he probably doesn't even know which is which between a musket and a cannon, yet someone managed to get him such a good thing!"

"That kid is really lucky!" Zhu Di couldn't help but repeat the phrase again when mentioning the so-called "strategist," his teeth clenched, revealing an undisguised, insane jealousy.

He had witnessed the other party's elaborate schemes and plans, which were so intricate that no one else could possibly guess them. Based on those alone, Zhu Di already held the other party in the highest esteem.

But unexpectedly...

All those amazing schemes and plans before... were just appetizers for that person, not their most powerful cards at all.

This is where its true brilliance lies!

On these muskets!

Because this represents overwhelming, absolute power and control! And in the face of absolute power, any schemes or tricks are ineffective.

Force can overcome all laws!

If only I could receive such help from a master like him.

If only I had such muskets, and such a musket army...

Wasn't that position already within Zhu Di's grasp?

Why is it that I can't get help from such a master? How come Zhu Yunwen, an ordinary little brat, gets help from the other party?

envy……

Insane jealousy...

Although Zhu Di tried his best to appear calm and composed, his fingernails were actually digging painfully into the palms of his hands.

"That Zhu Yunwen is a complete waste, lacking both talent and martial prowess. What makes him so special! This expert must be blind!" Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but complain.

My thoughts were directly expressed by my eldest son.

Already consumed by jealousy, Zhu Di, without thinking, subconsciously echoed, "Exactly! What makes that kid so special?!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had lost control and lost his composure.

In the blink of an eye, he saw Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui staring at him with surprised expressions and a hint of strangeness in their eyes—was the renowned Prince Yan, Zhu Di, suddenly becoming more down-to-earth?

Zhu Gaoxu, who had always been scolded for his impulsiveness and sharp tongue since childhood, never imagined that his own father would agree with him.

I never imagined he could have such a face.

Zhu Di, whose imposing image was shattered, was slightly taken aback. He was so embarrassed that he felt like he could dig a whole palace out of his toes. He really wanted to say, "Uh, no, I didn't do it. Don't overthink it."

However, this would be like trying to hide something obvious.

He could only cough lightly to cover his embarrassment, quickly changing the subject and saying solemnly, "The situation is urgent. If they think I'm going to keep running, they might just open fire on us. Everyone, turn back!"

The three brothers, Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui, exchanged knowing glances, understanding that their father was trying to save face. However, they also knew that Zhu Di's words were not wrong, so they did not expose him and nodded, saying, "Alright!"

that's it.

Zhu Di and Xu Miaoyun, along with the three Zhu brothers, rushed off in the opposite direction towards Zhang Cheng, Wu Zhenhai, and the others.

At this moment.

The more than one hundred Yanshan guards responsible for covering Zhu Di have also been dealt with. Between the two sides, the horses, which have lost control, are wandering around in a daze, grazing with their heads down.

"Look, look!"

"Wouldn't it have been better if we had done this earlier? Fewer bullets, fewer casualties, wouldn't that have been great? You're not some Mongol Tartars who can kill as few as you want, right?"