My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 973 Death of Wang Zhen
"Wang...Mr. Wang, what should we do?"

Zhu Qizhen hid behind a wall and asked, holding Wang Zhen's arm tightly with both hands. He had been pulled by Wang Zhen since he was a child. Even in his heart, Wang Zhen filled the role of father, so in At this dangerous moment, Zhu Qizhen still wanted to rely on Wang Zhen.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, don't panic. The old slave is here and I will definitely protect you from the siege!"

Until this moment, Wang Zhen was still painting cakes for Zhu Qizhen, but his trembling legs made his words really unconvincing.

"Your Majesty, the enemy has been temporarily defeated by us. Please rush out with us. We will fight to the death to protect you!"

At this moment, a burly middle-aged general strode forward covered in blood, wiped the blood from his face and shouted to Zhu Qizhen.

This middle-aged general is named Fan Zhong, a native of the northwest. Due to his natural supernatural power, he is good at wielding a big hammer and has unstoppable courage on the battlefield. Therefore, he serves as a guard general next to Zhu Qizhen. Before that, the Wala army When they came to kill him, it was Fan Zhong who protected Zhu Qizhen and fled here, otherwise Zhu Qizhen would have fallen into the hands of the Wala people.

"General Fan, with the chaos outside now, is it too... too dangerous for me to go out?"

Zhu Qizhen looked at the blood on Fan Zhong's body, then looked at the corpses everywhere outside, and immediately asked timidly.

"Your Majesty, it is not safe to stay here. Although the Wala people were defeated just now, they will soon bring more Wala people to kill them. Then we can only wait to die!"

Fan Zhong explained eagerly that he only had more than a thousand men under his command now, and if he encountered a large group of cavalry from Wala, it would be a dead end.

"Mr. Wang, what do you think?"

Zhu Qizhen still did not forget to ask for Wang Zhen's opinion, which made Fan Zhong in front of him raise his eyes and glance at Wang Zhen, with a hint of imperceptible ferocity flashing in his tiger eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's too dangerous outside. I think it's better to summon an army to protect your safety!"

Wang Zhen could tell at a glance that Zhu Qizhen didn't dare to go out, so he simply followed the other person's thoughts.

"Calling a large army? How can there be any large army now? Hundreds of thousands of troops will either die in battle or surrender. Aren't they all thanks to you, the prince?"

Fan Zhong, who was on the opposite side, finally couldn't help but shouted angrily after hearing Wang Zhen's words.

Fan Zhong has long been angry with Wang Zhen. In the past, he was afraid of the other party's power and did not dare to express it. But now it has come to this time and he no longer has to endure the other party. All the anger in his stomach will be lost soon. Let it out.

"Fan Zhong! Are you crazy? How dare you be so rude to me? Aren't you afraid that I will kill the nine tribes?"

Wang Zhen was used to being arrogant, but now he saw that Fan Zhong, a little guard general, dared to be so disrespectful to him, and he immediately got angry and yelled.

"Kill my nine tribes?"

Fan Zhong's eyes widened with anger, and he immediately pointed his finger at Wang Zhen and shouted.

"Wang Zhen is a thief and eunuch. It is you, a treacherous and sycophantic man, who ruined the Ming Dynasty's 200,000 soldiers. Your sins are so heinous that I cannot spare you. I will kill this thief for the sake of the world!" Fan Zhong said, and he lifted Wang Zhen up. He stood up, raised his pumpkin hammer with his right hand, and hit Wang Zhen on the head hard.

Just hearing a "pop" sound, Wang Zhen's forehead suddenly bloomed, and blood mixed with the brain was splashed everywhere. Zhu Qizhen was standing next to Wang Zhen, with a lot of red and white things splashed on his face. He screamed in fright and shrank into a ball.

Wang Zhen probably never dreamed that he would die in the hands of a guard general.

It's a bit ironic to say that if Wang Zhen died in the hands of the Wala people, it might help him regain some reputation. Even in the original history, after Zhu Qizhen became emperor again, he probably felt that Wang Zhen's death was too aggrieved, so He made up a lie, saying that he committed suicide because he was too guilty after the defeat, and that Zhu Qizhen also built a temple to worship Wang Zhen. It is estimated that not many people believed this nonsense.

Fan Zhong hated Wang Zhen very much and showed no mercy in his attacks. He was also born with supernatural powers. Wang Zhen was actually dead when he hit him with the first blow, but he still couldn't understand his hatred and hit Wang Zhen's head with more than a dozen blows. He smashed the watermelon into pieces before giving up.

Although Fan Zhong was a military general, he knew very well that the reason why Wang Zhen gained power was entirely because of Zhu Qizhen's indulgence. However, as a Ming minister, he could not do anything to deceive the emperor, so he could only use Wang Zhen's power. Zhen was angry.

After killing Wang Zhen, Fan Zhong finally calmed down. He took a look at the situation around him, immediately threw down Wang Zhen's body, and then saluted Zhu Qizhen and said: "Your Majesty, please mount your horse. I will protect you from the encirclement!"

"Okay... okay, General Fan is welcome!"

Zhu Qizhen was frightened by the way Fan Zhong killed people just now, so he said tremblingly.

Fan Zhong immediately brought the war horse, but Zhu Qizhen couldn't get on the horse because his legs were weak. Finally, Fan Zhong pushed him onto the horse's back. Then under the protection of Fan Zhong and his men, he rushed towards the east, because he also first came from They were chasing from the west, so Fan Zhong judged that there might be fewer Oara people in the east.

Wang Zhen was dead, and Zhu Qizhen seemed to have lost his soul. He sat on his horse and let Fan Zhong and his guards take him hostage, and rushed eastward with more than a thousand guards.

However, less than a mile after they walked out, the Oara cavalry from behind caught up with them. It turned out that the Oara people that Fan Zhong had killed and retreated found that Fan Zhong and others were well-equipped and were probably high-ranking officials of the Ming army, so they reported it to Above, this attracted a larger pursuer, with more than a thousand people.

Fan Zhong saw the pursuers getting closer and closer from behind, and finally gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates: "You protect His Majesty and go first, the others will follow me and stop behind!"

Following Fan Zhong's order, the guard of more than a thousand people was divided into two. Fan Zhong personally led 500 people to intercept the pursuing troops in the rear, and the remaining people fled in panic with Zhu Qizhen.

"kill!"

Fan Zhong took the lead and charged into the Ora army with the golden melon hammer in his hand. The Ora cavalry in front of him were smashed off their horses one after another. He was simply unstoppable.

The Ming army guards behind them saw Fan Zhong being so brave, and their morale was greatly encouraged. Moreover, they were now in a desperate situation. After many of them put life and death aside, they burst out with an indomitable momentum.

Therefore, the charge of these 500 people actually killed more than a thousand watts of cavalry, and Fan Zhong used it as an arrow, killing all those who stood in the way. In this defeat of Tumu Fort, Fan Zhong's cavalry squad, The most brilliant side of the Ming army broke out.

However, although Fan Zhong and his men were brave, they only had a few hundred people, and they had fought many battles before, which consumed a lot of physical strength. By the time they defeated the Wala cavalry team, even a brave general like Fan Zhong, who was born with divine power, was already exhausted. Panting, the pumpkin hammer in his hand was bent.

(End of this chapter)