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

"General, if we don't kill them, we will be suppressed by them in the future."

"While we still have troops, we should concentrate our superior forces to consume these two people to death."

"These two are too terrifying. If we don't kill them, there will be endless trouble!"

Upon hearing this, the commander looked at Zhu Xiongying and his men who were killing everyone on the battlefield, and felt extremely shocked.

do not kill!

There will definitely be endless troubles in the future!
"Pass the order. Except for the central army, kill everyone else. Don't pay attention to the others."

"Go straight to Zhu Xiongying and the other two. There is only one purpose, and that is to kill them."

"Yes!"

Give an order!
All the Jurchens except the central army came out in full force and attacked Zhu Xiongying and his men.

Upon seeing this, Lan Yu immediately sent people to provide support.

The Jurchen general, led by Tuwen'er, charged straight into the battlefield, and behind him were the elite Jurchens.

Zhu Xiongying took a look and saw that it was obviously directed at him.

"Humph!"

"Well done!"

He immediately brought people to meet them!
With the all-out charge of the Jurchen tribe, the situation on the battlefield suddenly became tense and tragic.

The elite troops led by Tu Wen'er rushed towards the location of Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Yunhuan like a black tide. Every shout was filled with desire for victory and indifference to death.

Zhu Xiongying's eyes were determined and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He swung his spear fiercely and shouted loudly: "Brothers, for the Ming Dynasty, kill them!"

After saying this, he rushed into the enemy camp like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. Wherever the tip of his gun passed, there was blood and wailing of the enemy left behind.

Zhu Yunhuan followed closely behind, wielding his spear and invincible.

His face was filled with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile, as if this battlefield was his stage and he was the brightest star.

While killing the enemies, he shouted loudly to encourage the Ming soldiers around him: "Follow me, kill all these barbarians and let them know the power of the Ming Dynasty!"

The two brothers fought side by side, like two sharp blades, shuttling back and forth in the enemy's camp, and wherever they went, the enemies fell one after another.

Their bravery and decisiveness greatly boosted the morale of the Ming army, causing the originally somewhat panicked Ming army soldiers to gradually calm down and begin an organized counterattack.

However, the soldiers of the Jurchen tribe were no ordinary people.

They were brave and good at fighting, and were not afraid of death. Even when facing powerful generals like Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Yunhuan, they did not retreat.

Soldiers from both sides fought fiercely on the battlefield, with swords flashing and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and scorched earth, making people feel suffocated.

As the war drums roared, the battle between the two armies became more and more intense, as if the whole world was shrouded in this endless killing.

Although the soldiers of the Jurchen tribe were facing the elite troops of the Ming Dynasty, there was only the desire for victory in their eyes.

They roared, waved their weapons, and fought a desperate battle with the Ming army soldiers.

The two brothers Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Yunhuan are like twin stars on the battlefield. Every charge they make is like a tiger descending from a mountain, unstoppable.

Zhu Xiongying's spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes stabbing at the enemy's heart, sometimes sweeping across an area. The enemy often fell in a pool of blood before they could react.

Zhu Yunhuan was even more wild. His spear drew beautiful arcs in the air, and every strike was accompanied by the enemy's screams and fall.

The two brothers cooperated perfectly, and their attacks were like an impenetrable net, leaving the enemy nowhere to escape.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with flashing swords and shadows, blood and flesh flying everywhere, screams and roars coming one after another, forming a tragic picture.

Upon seeing this, Lan Yu used his rich combat experience and outstanding military talent to quickly adjust the tactical layout and organize an encirclement and suppression.

As time went on, the number of casualties on the battlefield continued to rise.

Many people from the Jurchen tribe died, and the Ming army also suffered heavy casualties.

"kill!"

Suddenly, a roar resounded through the sky.

Zhu Xiongying was seen holding a spear, charging straight into the enemy group.

His robe was torn, revealing his bronze skin, and a strong murderous aura permeated his entire body.

At this moment, he was like a Shura walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his whole body filled with a terrifying evil spirit that made people shudder.

"what!"

A woman from the Jurchen tribe was about to approach Zhu Xiongying, but before she got close to him, she let out a painful roar and fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhu Xiongying flashed in front of him and thrust hard with the spear in his hand.

"Pfft~!"

The tip of the spear pierced the Jurchen soldier's heart.

Bright red blood spurted out, splashing Zhu Xiongying's face.

The Jurchen soldiers died with resentment and unwillingness on their faces, their eyes wide open, unable to close!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Zhu Xiongying's eyes were full of coldness and murderousness. He once again rushed towards another Jurchen soldier, with the spear in his hand pointing directly at the opponent's heart.

"Pfft~!"

"what!"

Another miserable cry was heard.

Zhu Xiongying's body was stained with the blood of the Jurchen soldiers, making him look like a demon from Asura hell.

"Go ahead, we must kill him!"

At the command, all the Jurchen soldiers rushed towards the two brothers one after another.

Zhu Xiongying snorted coldly: "Humph! Just in time!"

He turned his wrist slightly, and the gun tip rotated 180 degrees, piercing a Jurchen man next to him.

"Pfft~!"

Blood splattered everywhere, splashing all over the people around.

At this time, several other Jurchen soldiers also rushed over.

“Die~!”

Zhu Xiongying roared, swung his arm, and the spear in his hand went straight for the head of a Jurchen man.

"Pfft~!"

The spear pierced straight into the Jurchen man's forehead. Before he could even utter a scream, his head and body were separated and he fell in a pool of blood.

"Pfft~!"

Zhu Xiongying raised his gun and stabbed again.

Another Jurchen soldier was so frightened that he stood there in a daze, watching the spear pierce his chest.

Zhu Xiongying moved quickly and took care of the three Jurchen soldiers in a flash.

His marksmanship is superb.

He used one move after another to kill the Jurchen soldiers instantly, making their morale weaker and weaker.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, like a devil walked out of hell.

He shook his wrist slightly, raised the spear, and the spear knocked off the heads of two Jurchen soldiers.

Zhu Yunhu next to him was also extremely brave. With a shake of his body, he broke the neck of a Jurchen soldier. Blood immediately spurted out and splashed all around.

"kill!"

Zhu Yunhuan roared and wielded his spear like a killing god, beheading the Jurchens one after another.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The brothers Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Yunhuan, one on the left and one on the right, were like a steel torrent. Wherever they passed, people and horses fell to the ground, and the Jurchens fell one after another.

Their strength is so amazing that no one can stop them.

Tu Wen'er was shocked when he saw this. Even with so many lives being sacrificed, they couldn't do anything to the two brothers.

He immediately picked up a bow and arrow, aimed at Zhu Yunhuan, and planned to shoot a sneak attack. Perhaps this was the only way to solve the problem. As for whether it was mean or not, as long as he could win, why would he care about those things?
If the two of them don't die, it will be theirs and even the entire tribe that will die.

So Tu Wen'er didn't care about those things and drew his bow and arrow at Zhu Yunhuan.

Find the right opportunity!

call out……!
The arrow whizzed out with a whistling sound, like the scythe of the god of death, attacking Zhu Yunhuan's back.

"Yunxi!"

Zhu Xiongying was shocked when he saw this, but it was too late to stop it, everything happened too fast.

Zhu Yunhuan looked back and was also shocked to see a sharp arrow coming towards him.

Snap!
The sharp arrow stopped one centimeter away from Zhu Yunhuan's body.

Looking closely, it was Yuan Tiangang who appeared in time and firmly caught the fatal arrow.

When everyone saw that Zhu Yunhuan was fine, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then they were filled with endless anger.

"You bitch, you're looking for death!"

Zhu Xiongying was furious and immediately rushed towards Tulven, his eyes turned red.

He was filled with endless murderous aura, like a god of death. Anyone who dared to stop him would be killed.

"I'll fight you!"

When Tu Wen'er saw Zhu Xiongying rushing towards him, he immediately cursed and rushed forward with a scimitar in hand.

The two clashed with each other, with swords flashing and guns flying, and murderous intent was everywhere.

Zhu Xiongying's hair stood on end with rage, his body moved as fast as lightning, and he carried with him an indomitable aura. Every time he swung his gun, it seemed to tear the air apart, bringing with it a sound of breaking wind. Wherever the tip of the gun pointed, nothing could be broken.

Although Tuwener was shocked, he remained calm, holding his scimitar and dodging flexibly. The two figures shuttled across the battlefield like two intertwined lightning bolts, causing the surrounding soldiers to retreat for fear of being accidentally injured.

"You southern barbarian, today is the day you die!"

Tuven roared, knowing that if they could not win quickly, a catastrophe would be waiting for them.

He danced with his scimitar in a seamless manner, trying to make every strike fatal, but Zhu Xiongying's gun skills were more sophisticated. He could always find the flaw at the critical moment and deal a heavy blow to Tuven.

"Humph, you bastard, I'm going to kill you today."

Zhu Xiongying sneered, his tone full of disdain.

He suddenly accelerated, and with a flash of gunlight, he aimed directly at Tuven's face.

Tuven was horrified and quickly rolled sideways, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

However, Zhu Xiongying's spear skills were as continuous as the tide. If he missed a target, he would immediately change his tactics. The tip of the spear moved like a dragon, heading straight for Tu Wen'er's vital points.

Tuven was forced to retreat again and again, feeling horrified.

He had never seen such a ferocious opponent. Even among the warriors in the tribe, no one could be even one-tenth as fierce as Zhu Xiongying.

He knew that if he continued to defend passively like this, sooner or later Zhu Xiongying would find his flaw and kill him with one blow.

He shouted loudly, and swung the scimitar violently, slashing towards Zhu Xiongying with unstoppable force.

When Zhu Xiongying saw this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He had already expected Tuven to do this, so he turned the tip of his gun slightly and easily blocked Tuven's scimitar.

When the two collided, there was a deafening sound of metal collision and sparks flew.

Zhu Xiongying used the opponent's force to counter attack. With a flick of his wrist, the gun wrapped around Tuwen'er's scimitar like a snake, and then he pulled it hard. Tuwen'er was caught off guard and staggered a few steps by the force.

"go to hell!"

Zhu Xiongying took the opportunity to stab out with a gun, and the tip of the gun cut through the air like lightning, pointing directly at Tu Wen'er's heart.

Tuven was horrified and tried desperately to dodge, but it was too late.

At this critical moment, he suddenly felt a force coming from behind, pushing him aside and avoiding the fatal blow.

Tuwener looked back and saw a burly Jurchen general standing behind him, looking at Zhu Xiongying with a serious expression.

This man was Tuwen'er's cousin, and Tulishen was also a fierce general in the Jurchen tribe.

He knew very well that Tu Wen'er was no match for Zhu Xiongying, so he had been secretly paying attention to the battle situation and came to the rescue at the critical moment.

"Thank you, brother!"

Tu Wener looked at his brother gratefully, then stared at Zhu Xiongying hatefully, "Boy, don't even think about leaving here alive!"

Zhu Xiongying snorted coldly!
"Come on, let me see the true strength of you Jurchens!"

Zhu Xiongying shouted loudly, and suddenly jumped up again, rushing towards Tuwen'er and his brothers like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Seeing this, the two men did not dare to delay and waved their weapons to fight with Zhu Xiongying.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the sound of swords, shouts and killing.

Zhu Xiongying fought one against two, but was not at a disadvantage at all.

His shooting skills were as smooth as flowing water, and every shot hit Tuvener and his cousin's vital points just right.

Although the two were brave and good at fighting, they had to retreat under Zhu Xiongying's fierce attack.

The more they fought, the more frightened they became. They had not expected Zhu Xiongying's fighting ability to be so strong that they could not resist at all.

"Damn it, why does he have such strong power? Has he been training since he was in the womb?!"

Tuwen'er's face was gloomy and he secretly groaned in his heart.

He knew that he was no match for Zhu Xiongying and would surely lose if the battle dragged on.

But his cousin was no match for Zhu Xiongying, and if he ran away he would definitely be implicated.

"Brother, you go first, I'll hold him back!"

Tuven said to his cousin.

"no!"

Tulisen refused flatly, "I can't leave you alone and run away!"

Hearing his cousin's words, Tuven's eyes became moist and tears glistened in them.

"Brother."

"No need to fight, no one of you can escape today!"

Zhu Xiongying said coldly!

At this time Zhu Yunhuan also came to kill him.

"Brother, let me lend you a hand."

"No need! Take your men to defeat these Jurchens and don't let them escape."

"Go!"

Seeing that Zhu Yunhuan was still hesitating, he quickly scolded him.

"Brother, be careful!"

After saying that, he led his men in to charge and kill!

Zhu Xiongying stared at Tu Lishen and the other man and sneered, "Have you thought about how to die?"

"Hmph! What a shame!"

"Brother, you and I will kill him together!"

Turishan nodded.

The two of them used their skills together and rushed towards Zhu Xiongying.

"It's just a trick, use all your strength! Otherwise, you will be in trouble!"

Zhu Xiongying said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tuwener and his brother flew backwards and fell to the ground.

"what!"

"Poof!"

Tuvener spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes glaring.

(End of this chapter)