Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

“I can see so far.”

After a pause, he added: "Don't worry, sir. I won't adopt that kind of system."

"By then, Han Chinese and Jurchens will be equal."

"The Great Khan is wise!"

Mengge nodded: "Sir, it's late, go back and rest first!"

"We have to travel further tomorrow. It's not safe here now. The Ming army could catch up with us at any time."

Yao Guangxiao nodded and left the central military tent.

It's late at night!
Yao Guangxiao had just returned to the tent and was about to sit down to rest when suddenly a sack was put over his head.

Just when he was about to call for help, he was knocked unconscious.

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The next morning!

A scream of terror resounded through the sky.

A maid ran out in panic, crawling and tumbling.

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

The guards came forward to ask questions.

"The Great... the Great... the Great Khan is dead."

"what?"

Everyone's face changed immediately and they ran in quickly. As soon as they entered, they saw a pool of blood on the ground.

Mengge's body was lying on the bed, his head was missing.

Everyone was stunned!

Not long after, someone else brought news that all of Mengge's sons had died.

Suddenly, an atmosphere of fear enveloped the Jurchen camp.

"Oh no!"

"Oh no!"

"The military advisor is missing!"

"what?"

Finished!

All the people who could take charge of the situation were gone, and the army of more than one hundred thousand was leaderless.

Inside the big tent!
All the senior executives gathered here, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.

"What should we do now?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but break the peace.

"What else can be done?"

"To avenge the Khan, of course."

"Foolish! Now we are leaderless. The most urgent task is to elect a new Khan to take charge of the situation."

"Don't forget that there are still hundreds of thousands of Ming troops eyeing us covetously."

"Batu, the Khan's body is still warm, are you so anxious to usurp the throne?"

"What did you say?"

"I'm doing this for the tribe. Do you want the tribe to be destroyed by the Ming army?"

"..."

The two sides quarreled fiercely for a while.

"All right!"

"Stop arguing!"

"Batu is right. The most important thing now is that we need someone to take charge of the situation."

"How else can we explain to the Khan?"

"Of course we must avenge the Khan, but if our tribe is destroyed by the Ming army, how can we avenge the Khan?"

Fu Chawei's words were recognized by everyone.

"Fuchawi is right. The most important thing now is to preserve our strength, otherwise we will all die."

"By then, let alone revenge for the Khan, I'm afraid the entire Jurchen tribe will be killed by Lan Yu."

"He is Chang Yuchun's brother-in-law. He has been following Chang Yuchun for many years and is quite cruel."

"So who do you think should be chosen?"

"Fancha, he is the son of the old Khan and also the Khan's younger brother. He is the most suitable one."

"Vancha?"

"How old is he? Are you sure you want him?"

"Do you have a more suitable candidate?"

"He is the only one who is most suitable!"

"That's true, but he's so young, how can I give him orders?"

"Only people like us can help and assist him, and when he grows up, we can return the power to him."

"This……"

Everyone bowed their heads and remained silent.

It seems to be the best solution.

In this way, a child of four or five years old was pushed onto the stage of history.

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Ming army camp!

At this time, Lan Yu and a group of generals were waiting anxiously.

Zhu Yunhuan had been gone for several days and there had been no news from him, which made them extremely anxious.

Only Zhu Xiongying was drinking tea leisurely.

"Your Highness, aren't you worried at all?"

Zhu Xiongying looked up at Li Jinglong and smiled: "What is there to worry about?"

"This……"

He was about to say something when he heard someone outside shouting, "His Royal Highness the King of Wu is back!"

Not long after, Zhu Yunhuan came in carrying something.

"You're back, little brat?"

"Brother, this is the head of Mengge Timur, and his sons are outside."

"Please count, big brother!"

As he said that, he threw the thing in his hand to the ground, which was Mengge's head.

Everyone was shocked, damn!
Really did it.

"Hahaha……"

"it is good!"

"well done!"

"Uncle, uncle, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Lan Yu and his companions were extremely excited. From ancient times till now, the military has always relied on strength to rule.

Zhu Yunhuan already showed the demeanor of a top master, even though he was only eleven or twelve years old.

What if it was a little bigger?

They are their own descendants, how can they not be excited?
"Hahaha……"

"Stinky boy, sure!"

"Not bad, not bad! The young are indeed to be feared! The young are indeed to be feared."

"It seems that my uncle is getting old, haha..."

The more Lan Yu looked at Zhu Yunhuan, the more he liked him. He was much better than his own son and those adopted sons.

"Yunxun, good job!"

"Uncle is happy, haha..."

Chang Mao touched Zhu Yunxun's little head and smiled.

"hey-hey……"

"As long as I don't disappoint the elders, that's all."

Zhu Yunhuan smiled.

"Yunxun, go down and rest first."

"I'll give you credit for this time!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Yunhuan turned and left.

"That's great!"

"You are truly worthy of being His Majesty's offspring!"

"..."

The generals looked at Zhu Yunhuan with admiration in their eyes.

"Uncle, now they are leaderless, we can take action."

"Look at the time, Uncle Twelve should have arrived at the designated location."

"Ok?"

"His Royal Highness King Xiang?"

"He's here too?"

Zhu Xiongying nodded: "When I set out, I will write a letter to him and ask him to lead the troops."

"Get ready to support us and make dumplings for these savages."

Everyone nodded!
"Your Highness, how many people did His Highness the Prince of Xiang bring with him?"

"One hundred thousand!"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they heard this. One hundred thousand people was a bit too many.

"Your Highness, is this His Majesty's order?"

After all, mobilizing an army of 100,000 requires an imperial edict, and there is no point in doing anything without one.

what do you want?

rebel?

"No!"

"Old Zhu doesn't even know I'm here." Everyone: (O)
"Your Highness, this..."

"Your Highness, did you sneak out?"

"Cousin, are you out of words?"

"I came out openly."

Zhu Xiongying said unhappily.

"Your Highness, without His Majesty's decree, this is tantamount to rebellion. Your Highness the Prince of Xiang is afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"If Old Zhu dares to speak, I will take my second uncle, twelfth uncle and other uncles to invade Yingtian, seize his throne and push my father to the throne."

hiss~
Everyone gasped!
"Your Highness, that's a good thing to say!"

"Be careful, the walls have ears!"

Li Jinglong hurriedly stopped it!
"What are you afraid of?"

"I dare to say this even if Old Zhu is here. If he dares to force us to do something, let him abdicate and let my father ascend the throne."

"Oh! Ancestor! I beg you to stop talking!"

Li Jinglong, who was standing by, was almost frightened to death.

"Your Highness, trouble comes from the mouth!"

"Don't mess around!"

Chang Sheng quickly admonished.

"What are you afraid of?"

"You also want my father to ascend the throne soon, right?"

"you……"

Li Jinglong quickly covered Zhu Xiongying's mouth.

"Little ancestor, please stop talking."

"My legs are weak."

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words and actions!"

Lan Yu couldn't help but remind him.

Zhu Xiongying broke away from Li Jinglong and said, "The people have already been transferred out. There is no room for maneuver."

"You just have to figure it out!"

Everyone sighed helplessly.

"Generals, obey the order!"

"The general is here!"

"Follow the plan!"

"Yes!"

At Lan Yu's order, the Ming army began to march towards the enemy.

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Jurchen camp!

"Oh no!"

"General, the Ming army is coming!"

"Hundreds of thousands of troops are less than thirty miles away from us."

"what?"

Everyone was shocked.

"The Ming army is coming aggressively. Should we avoid their attack?"

"Avoid the fart!"

"They suddenly appeared, and they certainly couldn't bring up the firearms in time. Let's fight them."

"We have been running around all this time, and the morale of the soldiers has been getting worse and worse."

"If this continues, I'm afraid there will be a mutiny. We must use a battle to boost morale."

"Ok!"

"Well said!"

"Then fight them. If that doesn't work, retreat."

"Send the order and prepare the entire army for war!"

"Destroy the Ming army!"

"Yes……"

………………

On a plain, the two sides confronted each other.

The two armies faced each other on the vast plain. The sky was gloomy, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

The Ming army's formation was neat, flags were fluttering, the soldiers were wearing armor, holding spears and swords, their eyes revealed determination and fearlessness.

The Jurchen army was very aggressive. They rode on horses, holding bows and scimitars, and roared from time to time, trying to overwhelm their opponents with their momentum.

The air was filled with tension and solemnity. Both sides were waiting for the order and then rushed towards each other like a tide.

The Ming army's artillery and muskets were ready, and they would be able to spray flames at the enemy formation at the commander's command.

The Jurchen army, relying on their advantages in cavalry and archery, prepared to inflict heavy damage on the Ming army in the charge.

As the war drums of the generals of both sides sounded, the morale of the soldiers of both armies was completely ignited.

War is imminent!
Lan Yu rode his horse to the front of the formation and drew his sword!
"The Ming army is mighty!"

All the soldiers shouted in unison: "The general is mighty!"

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"The general is mighty!"

"Soldiers, we have traveled thousands of miles and are finally about to meet the main force of the enemy."

"Many men will die before the sun sets today, but if we do not fight this battle, our nation will be dishonored."

"Your country will be lost, your wives and children will become slaves, and you will suffer from oppression for generations."

"I want you to join me in the Mata Alliance, to bring glory to our country and honor to our ancestors."

"The sun, moon, mountains and rivers will always be there, and the Ming Dynasty will always be there!"

"Drink...drink...drink..."

"Long live the Ming Dynasty!"

"Long live the Ming Dynasty!"

The soldiers raised their weapons high and shouted loudly, which resounded through the clouds and shook the heavens.

"kill!"

At Lan Yu's command, Chang Mao and Guo Ying immediately rushed towards the enemy.

When the Jurchens on the opposite side saw the Ming army attacking, they immediately ordered an attack.

Kill towards the Ming army!
"fire!"

bang bang bang...

The Ming army began to bombard and roared.

Faced with the Ming army's artillery bombardment, the Jurchen army was immediately thrown into chaos.

Cannons roared, smoke filled the air, and flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the sky blood red.

The Jurchen soldiers were terrified. They had never seen such a fierce firearms attack and they all dodged the landing point of the shells.

However, the artillery fire was merciless, and shells exploded in the Jurchen army, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and broken limbs to splash everywhere.

Many Jurchen soldiers died in the artillery fire, and their wails and screams echoed through the sky.

The Ming army's artillery continued to fire, dividing the Jurchen army into several pieces, making it difficult for them to form effective combat power.

Seeing this, the Jurchen generals knew that if this continued, the entire army would be destroyed.

He roared and waved his scimitar, trying to inspire the soldiers to charge.

However, under the fierce artillery fire of the Ming army, his voice seemed so weak that it could not reach the ears of every soldier.

Chang Mao and his men rushed into the enemy camp under the cover of artillery fire, and a fierce fight immediately broke out between the two sides.

For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives were intertwined. Chang Mao took the lead, holding a spear, like an angry dragon out of the sea, invincible. Every swing of the spear tip was accompanied by the fall of the enemy.

His bravery inspired the soldiers around him, who followed closely, fought bravely and vowed to defend the glory of the Ming Dynasty to the death.

The Jurchen warriors were not to be outdone. Relying on their superb skills in riding and archery, they moved flexibly on horseback and continuously shot deadly arrows at the Ming army.

However, the Ming army's armor and shields provided them with effective protection, making it difficult for the Jurchens' rain of arrows to pose much of a threat.

The two armies were fighting fiercely, and the battlefield was filled with deafening shouts and the sound of weapons clashing.

Chang Mao and Guo Ying were having a blast in the Jurchen army. They waved their spears and kept taking the lives of the enemies.

"kill!"

"Kill these sons of bitches!"

The two armies fought fiercely, blood flowed everywhere, and the strong smell of blood floated in the air.

The Ming army soldiers all had bloodthirsty smiles on their faces. From time to time, a soldier would cheer, wave his weapons, rush forward and fight with the enemy.

The Jurchens' fighting spirit was gradually reaching its limit, and casualties on both sides were increasing at an alarming rate.

However, the Ming army showed no sign of panic. They remained fearless and fought bravely, vowing to die together with the Jurchens.

Such a scene was breathtaking. Nearly half of the Jurchen army had fallen among the corpses of the Ming army.

"The Ming army's fighting power is indeed strong, no wonder they were able to defeat the Yuan army."

"Should we send someone to attack them from the flank?"

"Yeah! Go ahead!"

The commander nodded immediately, and a cavalry unit rushed out and headed towards the flank of the Ming army.

"Blue Commander, they are going to attack our flank."

Lan Yu looked at the battlefield in front of him with extraordinary calmness.

"Master Lan, I'll go stop them."

Chang Sheng volunteered.

"Go!"

"Tang Shengzong, you go too!"

"Yes!"

The two of them immediately rushed forward with their men.

"My uncle wants to go too!"

At this time Zhu Yunhuan spoke.

...(End of chapter)