In July of the 22nd year of Yongle, Yumuchuan.
The dragon tent is filled with the bitter smell of medicine and the smell of decay. The sixty-five-year-old Zhu Di was lying on the marching couch, his eyes were slightly closed, and his chest was rising and falling like an old bellows. The fifth Northern Expedition ultimately failed to fulfill his long-cherished wish to "purge Mobei"...
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