Daming: If the Territory Is Too Small, I Will Offer You a Globe

In the twenty-third year of Hongwu, the undercurrent of the Ming Dynasty surged. The prince is seriously ill, the vassal king is self-respecting with his troops, Lan Yu and other arrogant generals are rebellious, Lao Zhu raises the butcher's knife, and the Ming Dynasty is about to fall into a bloody storm of internal strife. Lu Xingyuan, who had traveled through time, smashed a globe directly on the Fengtian Palace in order not to harm Chi Yu: "Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty is too small, and there is not enough for the princes to share!" "To the east, there are thousands of miles of fertile fields in America, and there are magical things that can produce thousands of kilograms per acre. Wouldn't it be beautiful to let King Zhu Di of Yan build a new Ming Dynasty?" "To the west, the European countries are still barbaric. Throw all the tough guys like Lan Yu over there and create a territory where the sun never sets for the Ming Dynasty!" At first, Zhu Yuanzhang thought he was going crazy. Until Lu Xingyuan's invincible armored fleet sailed into Yingtian Mansion, artillery with a range of 10,000 meters shattered the civil and military perceptions of the entire court. A few years later. Zhu Di laughed wildly in America: "All the gold in America belongs to Ming Dynasty!" Lan Yu rode in Europe: "France? It's not enough for me to charge once!" Lu Xingyuan, on the other hand, has already climbed up the technology tree overseas, monopolizing global commerce, forcing the major European royal families to marry and pay tribute, and became a veritable global hegemon. Seeing the grand scene of the coming of all nations, Lao Zhu pulled Lu Xingyuan's hand with red circles: "My dear grandson, take this Ming Dynasty!" Lu Xingyuan waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I am the head of the global village. The position of Emperor Ming is too small!"