Guo Ying's gaze was sharp as a torch. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately looked toward Lan Yu and shouted.
Lan Yu did not hesitate either. He stepped forward at once, bowed deeply, clenched his right hand into a fist, and struck his left chest heavily. "This general accepts the order!"
The next moment.
Guo Ying's gaze slowly fell upon Zhu Di.
At this moment.
Guo Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a complicated expression. "Prince of Yan."
Though his tone was gentle, it carried helplessness. "Your status is noble. Although you are nominally the commander-in-chief this time, His Majesty originally intended for you to accompany the army to gain experience and learn. Therefore, General Li will command this battle."
"The Prince must not venture deep into danger. This time, remain with my field headquarters."
At those words.
The expectation in Zhu Di's eyes instantly dimmed, and undisguised disappointment appeared on his face.
Yet the generals inside the tent found nothing unusual about this. None of them were surprised.
Zhu Di's status was there for all to see. He was an imperial prince, a Prince of the Ming Dynasty. If anything happened to him on the battlefield, how could Guo Ying explain himself to Zhu Yuanzhang, far away in Yingtian?
There were many capable generals in the tent. To Guo Ying, the absence of Zhu Di would make no difference. His foremost task was to ensure that Zhu Di emerged completely unharmed, so that he would not be punished.
Otherwise, even if they wiped out Northern Yuan, if something happened to Zhu Di, the crime would be as great as the heavens.
"This general understands." Though Zhu Di was deeply disappointed, he understood his own status. He lowered his head slightly and replied in a low, hoarse voice.
Zhu Di