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

"Your Highness, it's too dangerous. You can only watch from here."

Lan Yu refused without even thinking about it.

"Uncle, let me take him with me!"

"The men of the Zhu family are not afraid of death. The soldiers in front are fighting bloody battles, and I am watching from behind."

"I can not do it."

Zhu Xiongying, holding a spear, was eager to try.

"Your Highness, no!"

"Uncle, what are you afraid of?"

"With me and Bad Leader watching over him, there won't be any problems. It's good for him to get some exercise."

"Didn't you follow Grandpa to fight on the battlefield when you were sixteen?"

"Your Highness, how can it be the same?"

"How old is he?"

"This……"

Lan Yu wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhu Xiongying, who said, "Uncle, the fact that he was able to bring back Brother Meng's head proves that he is not bad."

"Let's go!"

"Otherwise you won't be able to sleep peacefully at night. This brat is more ruthless than me."

"you……"

"Your Highness, are you threatening me?"

"How dare I!"

"Hehehe..."

"Okay, okay!"

"Go! But you have to protect him."

"Don't worry, uncle!"

Zhu Xiongying said, patting his chest.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan also became excited instantly.

"Yunxun, just follow me and charge upwards. Leave the rest to me."

"Brother Sword will block it for you if there's anything."

"okay!"

Zhu Yunhuan nodded, his face full of excitement.

"Second girl!"

"exist!"

"You go too!"

"Watch out for me, Your Highness Yunxun. If a hair is missing, I'll hold you responsible."

"Yes!"

Li Jinglong nodded repeatedly.

Zhu Xiongying raised his spear high: "Bad people, listen to my orders!"

"exist!"

"Come and kill with me!"

"As ordered!"

"kill!"

Zhu Xiongying took the lead and rushed to the front, followed closely by Zhu Yunhuan and others.

They were like a sharp sword piercing into the battlefield at an extremely fast speed.

bang bang bang...

Many Jurchen soldiers were knocked away.

They are like a pack of wolves rushing into a flock of sheep. Wherever they go, they will surely cause blood and gore, which will make people tremble with fear.

“Kill! Kill them!”

The Jurchens went crazy and launched an even more fierce attack.

Zhu Xiongying kept stabbing with a spear, smashing the heads one by one.

"what!"

"what!"

A Jurchen soldier was knocked over by his spear, and fell heavily to the ground, dying on the spot.

Zhu Yunhuan, who was behind him, was so excited to see his elder brother so brave that he seemed to be energized. He kept killing the enemies with his spear in hand.

There was no fear of going to the battlefield for the first time.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The two brothers fought on the battlefield, flesh and blood flew everywhere, screams were heard, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

"Kill them!"

"what!"

Suddenly, a Jurchen warrior launched a counterattack and rushed towards Zhu Xiongying with a scimitar in his hand.

"court death!"

Zhu Xiongying shouted coldly, then rushed forward waving his spear.

"Qiang!"

When the scimitar and the spear collided, sparks flew everywhere.

Zhu Xiongying did not move at all, but the Jurchen warrior took a few steps back.

His feet sank into the mud and he was forced back by a shot from Zhu Xiongying.

"kill!"

He swung the scimitar again and attacked Zhu Xiongying.

"snort!"

Zhu Xiongying snorted coldly, shook his spear, and aimed it straight at the opponent's throat. He wanted to kill the opponent with one shot.

The scimitar was blocking his throat, and Zhu Xiongying's spear could not move forward any further. He just saw his body flashing, and he came in front of the scimitar like lightning, and raised his spear.

"what!"

The Jurchen warrior screamed and his entire arm was knocked off by Zhu Xiongying.

"Plop!"

There was a muffled sound, and his body fell straight down.

With one move, Zhu Xiongying killed the Jurchen warrior.

"hiss"

The Jurchens around all gasped, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

“Kill! Kill!”

Zhu Xiongying rushed forward while shouting and killing.

His speed was so fast that he rushed into the crowd in the blink of an eye, waving the spear in his hand constantly.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"what!"

A long spear pierced the three men's eyebrows.

"kill!"

He continued to charge forward, and the bad guys behind him also shouted and charged forward.

Blood splattered all the way as they swept in like a flood, leaving heads everywhere they passed.

They were blood-thirsty and rushed forward tirelessly, crushing everyone along the way.

Soon, more than 50,000 bad guys followed Zhu Xiongying and killed their way forward, leaving corpses everywhere they went.

The Jurchens were somewhat surprised when they saw the changes on the battlefield.

"Who is that?"

"So brave?"

"Commanders in the formation, please tell me your names!"

"The great grandson of the Ming Emperor—Zhu Xiongying!"

"The Prince of the Ming Dynasty—Zhu Yunxun!"

The brothers revealed their names, shocking everyone.

Zhu Xiongying had already been famous, but no one expected that there would be another person who was as brave as him. From his name, one could tell that he was a member of the royal family.

"I didn't expect Zhu Xiongying to come to Liaodong."

"General, I heard that Zhu Xiongying is both wise and brave, and no one can defeat him. Now that he is here, it is a rare opportunity!"

"If we kill him, we will have one less worry. Otherwise, he will definitely become our strongest opponent in the future."

"We can't miss such a good opportunity. And the boy next to him is so brave at such a young age. He will definitely be a world-famous warrior in the future."

"It must be eliminated too!"

The commander nodded and said, "Fuchaer, take your men to kill them both, at any cost."

"You must kill both of them. If you do, you will have accomplished a great feat."

"understand!"

"My sons, follow me and kill!"

He immediately rushed forward with 10,000 cavalry.

…………

"Something's wrong with Lan Shuai!"

"Your Highness, they have revealed their identities, and the Jurchens are heading towards them."

Lawrence Lu on the side said anxiously, "Take people to help!"

"Yes!"

More and more people were involved on both sides, and Fuchar led his men straight towards Zhu Xiongying and his men.

"Your Highness, they are coming towards us."

Li Jinglong came to Zhu Xiongying and stared at Fuchar and the others.

"Humph! Let them come. I will make sure they never come back."

"Yunxi!"

"Big brother!"

"Afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

"Hahaha……"

"Yunxun, from today on you have grown up."

"Come! Follow big brother to kill the enemy!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The two brothers rode their horses towards Fuchar and his men, followed closely by the bad guys.

Fuchar led a large number of cavalry. He held a scimitar in his hand and had a sharp look in his eyes. He took the lead and looked directly at Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Yunhuan, with a grim smile on his face.

"Well done!"

Zhu Xiongying sneered, turned his wrist slightly, and the spear drew a perfect arc in the air and stabbed towards Fuchar's chest.

"Ding!"

The spear hit Fuchar's scimitar, and dazzling sparks flew out.

The shock caused pain in his palm and the scimitar was almost dropped from his hand.

"What?!"

Fuchar was shocked.

He never expected that the spear in Zhu Xiongying's hand was so powerful that it almost broke his precious scimitar.

His face turned extremely pale in an instant.

"kill!"

Zhu Xiongying rode his horse again, and pointed his spear at Fucharza again.

"Ding!"

This time, the spear could no longer withstand the huge force and was directly broken, but Fuchar was still knocked back by this force, vomiting blood.

"Brother! Save him for me!"

"Let me kill him!"

At this time Zhu Yunhuan came to Zhu Xiongying, who nodded and asked him to practice how to take the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops.

Fuchar saw his opponent change, from a small one to an even smaller one.

I was immediately furious. How much does this guy look down on me?
He immediately became furious and attacked Zhu Yunhuan, intending to chop off his head as a sacrifice.

clang……

Zhu Yunhuan easily blocked Fuchar's knife with the spear in his hand. He twisted his body and stabbed the spear straight into the opponent's throat.

If this blow hits, the opponent will definitely die.

Fuchar was horrified and tried to dodge, but the spear had already reached his throat. Once pierced, he would surely die.

He quickly blocked it with his knife.

clang!
His scimitar crossed with his spear.

"Ding!"

The spear suddenly bent, pointed upwards, and hit his chest hard. Blood gushed out immediately, and Fuchar was knocked away and fell far away.

"puff!"

Fuchar couldn't help but spit out blood, and his sternum was broken.

"not good!"

The Jurchen soldiers on the other side changed their expressions and rushed forward to protect Fuchar.

The general who wanted to rush forward to rescue them was stopped by Zhu Xiongying and his men.

"It's a one-on-one fight, we can't lose our moral integrity!"

"Fuck you!"

"Go away!"

The soldier cursed.

"Yo huh? So awesome?"

"Kill you!"

"kill!"

Zhu Xiongying shouted loudly, and the two sides started fighting. The scene was extremely tragic.

Zhu Xiongying took the lead, shooting one person at a time, picking off one person at a time, and with almost no effort he knocked down three or four people.

Li Jinglong behind him followed Zhu Xiongying to pick up the loose ends. The iron spear in his hand was like a spirit snake, moving among the crowd and constantly reaping lives.

In just about ten minutes, more than a dozen Jurchens fell in a pool of blood.

The battle between Zhu Yunhuan and Fuchar was still going on.

"Humph, little brat, you're quite capable!"

Fuchar was panting, with a fierce smile on his lips. He held the scimitar tightly in both hands, and his chest rose and fell violently with every breath, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed on Zhu Yunhuan's figure.

Seeing this, Zhu Yunhuan was not afraid at all. Instead, he curled up a confident smile.

For him, today's battle is both a challenge and an opportunity for growth.

He shook his spear lightly, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding him in the direction of progress.

"Hehe! Old man, today I will let you fly."

Zhu Yunhuan's voice was steady, and every word was full of power. He clamped his legs around the horse's belly. The horse seemed to sense its master's determination and rushed forward to face Fuchar head-on.

The two men clashed again, and the spears and scimitars collided in the air, creating a series of sparks. Each collision was accompanied by a deafening sound, as if to tear the world apart.

Zhu Yunhuan's spear skills were agile and swift, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a tiger descending from the mountain, and each shot was aimed directly at Fuchar's vital points.

Fuchar, with his rich combat experience and extraordinary arm strength, took on these fatal attacks head-on. Although his injuries worsened with each resistance, he never thought of giving up.

As time went on, the battle between the two became more intense.

Zhu Yunhuan gradually gained the upper hand with his young physique and agility.

His every move was full of variations, making it difficult for Fuchar to predict.

Fuchar, with his strong will and profound inner strength, managed to withstand all the attacks. Although he was seriously injured, there was still an unyielding light in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhu Yunhuan suddenly jumped up, and his spear turned into a silver lightning, going straight for Fuchar's throat.

With this shot, he gathered all his strength and wisdom, determined to defeat this strong man on the grassland in one fell swoop.

However, Fuchar was no ordinary man. Seeing this, he immediately turned his knife and blocked the attack with amazing speed.

"Ding!"

The two weapons collided again, making a deafening sound.

But this time, Fuchar clearly felt the strong pressure from Zhu Yunhuan, and his face instantly became solemn.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would really fall into the hands of this little devil.

Then, Fuchar suddenly roared, and all the muscles in his body seemed to explode at this moment. He pounced forward suddenly, and the scimitar chopped towards Zhu Yunhuan's chest with a force that broke through the wind.

This move was his final killing blow and also the most proud attack in his life.

However, Zhu Yunhuan seemed to have seen through his intentions long ago. He turned his body to the side and easily avoided the attack.

At the same time, the spear in his hand was like a snake coming out of a cave, instantly entangled Fuchar's scimitar.

Then he pulled hard and pulled Fuchar and his horse over.

"Hmph, it's over!"

Zhu Yunhuan sneered, and the spear instantly turned into a deadly arc, heading straight for Fuchar's neck.

Everything happened so fast that Fuchar had no time to react.

puff...

The tip of the gun pierced Fuchar's throat, and a stream of scarlet blood spurted out.

Fuchar opened his eyes wide, looking at the scene in disbelief.

“I actually lost?”

Fuchar's lips were trembling. He felt the threat of death, but was unwilling to accept it. His eyes were filled with deep unwillingness.

Zhu Yunhuan pushed Fuchar hard and he flew up instantly, waving the spear in his hand.

Fu Cha’s head was immediately separated from his body!
Gulu gulu...

Roll your head to Yuan Tiangang’s feet!
"Master Marshal, that's mine!"

Zhu Yunhuan looked at Yuan Tiangang, his face seemed to say, "Although you are my master, you can't take away my credit."

"Your Highness, I will not take away your credit."

"hey-hey……"

"That's what I said!"

Zhu Yunhuan chuckled and quickly picked up Fuchar's head and put it around his waist.

Immediately kill the others!

The people in the Jurchen camp were shocked to see Fuchar being killed.

"Fuchal was killed just like that?"

“It’s really that scary!”

"General, they are so fierce, should we retreat first?"

"No!" (End of this chapter)