The feat of Fenglangjuxu!
So long as one was Han Chinese.
So long as one lived upon the lands of the Central Plains.
Even the grassland tribes of old.
Who had not heard of the feat of Fenglangjuxu?
How valiant and spirited had the former Marquis of Victory, Huo Qubing, been?
The mighty prestige of the Great Han had spread across the world; it was precisely through his victories that Han authority had been established.
And now.
He, Zhu Yuanzhang, his subjects, and the Marquis of Victory of the Ming Dynasty had not disgraced the prestige carried by those three words, Marquis of Victory. He had also achieved the feat of Fenglangjuxu.
And he had surpassed even the former Marquis of Victory, Huo Qubing.
Because the Marquis of Victory of the Ming Dynasty had captured the Yuan Emperor and taken seven or eight high officials of the vast Northern Yuan Empire prisoner.
How could that not be exhilarating?
"Fenglangjuxu."
"Zhu Ying actually accomplished such an extraordinary feat."
"He captured the Yuan Emperor and crushed the Yuan Army."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the victory report in his hands. Majestic and composed as he was, even he was utterly stunned by this report.
It could be said.
This was even more thrilling to Zhu Yuanzhang than the victory achieved in the Battle of Hongdu.
"Hahaha!"
After finishing the report, Zhu Yuanzhang could not help but laugh loudly, utterly exhilarated.
Under the watchful gazes of the civil and military officials, anticipation filled their eyes.
In the end.
Zhu Biao could not hold himself back.
"Father Emperor."
"Just how great a victory did this report announce, for Father Emperor to be so delighted?"
"Even when the Marquis of Victory used the cavalry of the Great Ming to defeat the Northern Yuan's elite horsemen head-on,