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

The fierce artillery fire from the Ming army made the Goguryeo soldiers unable to raise their heads, and Lee Bang-won was closely protected by the soldiers.

"Your Majesty, please return to the palace first!"

"It's too dangerous here. Leave the defense of the city to us."

Li Fangyuan frowned. He didn't expect that the Ming army would start fighting without any hesitation as soon as they had a disagreement.

"Go! Call Yao Guangxiao over."

"Your Majesty, Yao Guangxiao is not in the palace. I don't know where he went."

"what?"

"Asshole..."

Li Fangyuan immediately realized that Yao Guangxiao had run away. Just when he was about to send someone to capture Yao Guangxiao, the Ming army's artillery fire attacked.

Goguryeo soldiers fell one after another under the fierce attack of the Ming army, and the ruins of the city walls were crumbling in the artillery fire, as if they would collapse at any time.

"Your Majesty, retreat quickly!"

The guard beside him shouted anxiously again: "It will be too late if we don't leave now!"

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and a soldier covered in blood stumbled to Lee Bang-won and reported breathlessly: "Your Majesty, the South Gate has been breached! The Ming army has poured into the city!"

Upon hearing this, Li Fangyuan's face suddenly changed.

The South Gate is an important gateway to Kaifeng. Once it is lost, the entire city will fall into the control of the enemy.

He gritted his teeth, brandished his sword, and shouted loudly: "We must guard the South Gate and never let the Ming army succeed!"

"Yes!"

A general immediately led his men over!
The battle at the South Gate was extremely fierce, with soldiers from both sides engaging in hand-to-hand combat in the narrow alley.

The soldiers of the Ming army, armed with long spears and short swords, fought a desperate battle with the soldiers of Goguryeo.

Every charge is accompanied by blood and cruelty, and every fight is terrifying.

The alley at the south gate was narrow and winding, and the soldiers from both sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat here.

The soldiers of the Ming army, armed with spears and swords, charged forward bravely and fearlessly.

They are well-trained and have perfect coordination. Every charge they make is like a tiger rushing down a mountain, unstoppable.

Although the Goguryeo soldiers fought bravely, they still fell one after another under the powerful offensive of the Ming army.

When a general saw this, he felt an indescribable grief and anger in his heart.

He brandished his sword and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, for the sake of our homeland and our future generations, we must hold on to the end!"

His voice penetrated the noise of the battlefield and reached the ears of every soldier.

The Goguryeo soldiers' morale was greatly boosted when they heard this.

They gritted their teeth, brandished their swords and guns, and fought a desperate battle with the Ming army.

Just as the battle at the South Gate reached its climax, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

Li Fangyuan looked up and saw a soldier covered in blood stumbling over and reporting breathlessly: "Your Majesty, the north gate has also been breached! The Ming army has poured into the city!"

Upon hearing this, Li Fangyuan's face suddenly changed.

"Hold on! You must hold on!"

However, the Ming army's offensive was too fierce. They came like a tide and could not be resisted at all.

Although the Goguryeo soldiers fought desperately, they fell one after another before the powerful firepower of the Ming army.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed into the South Gate. A young man holding a ring-handled knife came to the South Gate.

It’s Zhu Yunhuan!
Zhu Yunhuan was seen charging into the crowd with a ring-handled sword in hand, like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

His sword skills were sharp and swift, and every swing of his sword could accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

His figure moved freely on the battlefield, like a flash of lightning, making him elusive.

When the Goguryeo soldiers saw him, they were all terrified and avoided him.

Zhu Yunhuan's bravery aroused the morale of the Ming army soldiers, and they followed his example and fought bravely.

The battle at the South Gate became more intense, and soldiers from both sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat in the narrow alley.

Every charge is accompanied by blood and cruelty, and every fight is terrifying.

However, Zhu Yunhuan seemed tireless. Holding a ring-handled sword, he kept charging into battle and killing the enemies.

His eyes revealed a firm belief and endless murderous intent, as if he wanted to kill all enemies.

Under his leadership, the morale of the Ming army soldiers was high. They fought bravely and fought a desperate battle with the Goguryeo soldiers.

Every charge is accompanied by earth-shaking shouts, and every fight makes people's blood boil.

The battle at the South Gate became more brutal, with soldiers from both sides engaging in a life-and-death battle in the narrow alley.

Zhu Yunhuan was like a fish in water on the battlefield. His swordsmanship became more and more sharp, and every swing of his sword could take the life of an enemy.

His figure moved freely on the battlefield, like a shadow of death, making the Goguryeo soldiers terrified.

Under his fierce attack, Goguryeo soldiers fell one after another and their defense line began to collapse.

The alley at the south gate was gradually occupied by Ming soldiers, and the Goguryeo soldiers were forced to retreat.

However, Zhu Yunhuan did not stop attacking. He continued to chase the enemy with a ring-handled sword in his hand.

He charged into the Goguryeo soldiers like a wolf into a flock of sheep, and wherever he passed, the enemies fell one after another.

His sword skills were as fast as lightning, and every swing of the sword could accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

His knife skills were extremely sharp. Every move he made could kill his opponent with his palm, and every swing of the knife could make his opponent's head roll off.

Every swing of the knife will take away a life, every attack carries the summons of death, and every attack will take away a head.

The south gate had been occupied by them, and the enemy had no way to escape.

The soldiers at the South Gate retreated one after another, not daring to fight with the Ming army again, for fear of losing their lives if they were not careful.

"Kill them!"

Zhu Yunhuan shouted loudly!
"kill!"

The Ming army soldiers roared and waved their weapons to kill the retreating enemy.

The battle at the South Gate has completely ended, but there are still corpses everywhere.

The bloody corpses piled up in front of the South Gate were shocking to see.

At the same time, at the north gate!

Zhu Xiongying also charged into the battlefield holding a ring-handled sword.

The battle at the north gate was even more intense. The two Ming armies fought each other back and forth, enjoying the battle.

Zhu Xiongying and his sword were like a tiger among a flock of sheep. His attack was even more ruthless than Zhu Yunhuan's.

Every time the sword was swung, several Goguryeo soldiers died.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shouted in a low voice: "Kill!" Only to hear the muffled sound of 'puff puff' one after another, and a ring-handled knife was spinning rapidly in his hand, like a storm, and blood splattered wherever it passed.

He kept spinning with the ring-handled sword in his hand. The surrounding was in a mess. Goguryeo soldiers kept screaming and falling down. Blood splattered and dyed the entire land red.

His sword technique is very strange, like a knife, a hammer, and a whip. He uses not only brute force, but also skills and techniques.

Of course, his body movements are even more agile. His figure on the battlefield is like a ghost, and he can always find the enemy's fatal weakness.

His figure was as fast as lightning on the battlefield, and every move of his sword was so exquisite that every move could take the opponent's life.

Each of his moves was filled with the aura of killing and death. With one strike of the sword, he could take the life of an enemy.

Wherever he went, countless Goguryeo soldiers were killed by him, and the blood dyed the entire land red.

The Goguryeo soldiers panicked and fled in all directions.

"Soldiers, kill them all!"

Zhu Xiongying roared angrily, his face was extremely ferocious, he held the ring-handled knife and chased the enemy, slashing and killing continuously.

The Ming army soldiers behind him were greatly encouraged to see how brave their highness was. They charged forward one after another, each one of them as ferocious and bloodthirsty as a hungry wolves.

They charged forward bravely, holding spears in hand, like cheetahs pouncing on a flock of sheep.

Around them, blood dyed the muddy ground red, their robes were stained with the blood of the enemies, and they held spears in their hands, like sharp daggers, constantly reaping the lives of Goguryeo soldiers.

"Ahhhhh"

“Help! Help!”

“No, don’t kill me.”

Screams were rang out, and one Goguryeo soldier fell down. Their bodies lay on the ground, and blood continued to flow from their wounds, staining the ground red.

Their bodies were covered with wounds, and blood oozed from their wounds, staining the ground red.

Their legs and chests were covered with scars from swords and knives, and each one was horrible, horrible to behold.

This war is destined to be a massacre, a killing without the smoke of gunpowder and without painful experiences.

The tragic scene on the battlefield, with rivers of blood, was horrifying.

On this battlefield, there is only endless killing, only blood, no mercy, no compassion, only death and cruelty.

Zhu Xiongying wielded the ring-handled sword, his eyes were red and his eye sockets were filled with blood. He turned his wrist and swung continuously with the ring-handled sword in his hand.

The sword light was flashing everywhere, and every swing of the sword took away a life. Blood spurted out and sprinkled in the dust.

There was a bloodthirsty scarlet flashing in his pupils, and the ring-handled sword in his hand was like a hungry evil spirit, devouring the enemy in front of him.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"kill!"

His voice was loud and booming like thunder, shaking the battlefield.

There was a hint of coldness on his face, and a bloodthirsty murderous intent filled the air.

In his sight, the enemy in front of him had become a dead man and no longer had any resistance.

His steps were as light as a swimming dragon. With a flip of his wrist, the blade cut through space, making a 'swish' sound.

His wrist danced like lightning, the knife flashed, taking away several lives, and killing hundreds of enemies in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Xiongying was decisive in killing, like a mad demon. His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light and his whole body exuded a strong murderous intent.

His hands were tightly gripping the ring-handled sword, and a fierce murderous aura was released with his movements. His whole body was filled with strong murderous intent. He was like a Shura from hell, decisive and murderous.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, flashing with a cold and cruel light, and the corners of his mouth were drawn in a cold and bloodthirsty smile.

Zhu Xiongying was like a demon returning from hell. His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty cold light, which made people afraid.

The Ming army soldiers behind him were greatly encouraged and opened the north gate.

The Ming army poured into Kaesong City like a tide.

"Kill all the enemies who resist!"

"kill!"

After the Ming army entered Kaesong, the entire city seemed to be engulfed in a sea of ​​fire and blood.

As soon as the north gate was opened, the Ming army rushed in like a tide. Their shouts and the sound of war drums were deafening, interweaving with the cries of fear from the Goguryeo soldiers and civilians in the city, forming a tragic war song.

Zhu Xiongying led the charge, his ring-handled sword flashing coldly in the sun, and every swing was accompanied by the enemy's wailing and fall.

His figure was as fast as lightning on the battlefield, and wherever he passed, the Goguryeo soldiers were easily cut down like straw.

His eyes were filled with coldness and bloodthirstiness, as if he had disregarded life and death and only cared about killing and conquering.

The Ming army soldiers followed Zhu Xiongying closely, armed with spears and swords, and charged bravely.

There was chaos in the capital city of Kaifeng.

Goguryeo soldiers and civilians fled under the massacre of the Ming army. They tried to find a safe refuge, but found nowhere to escape.

The entire city seemed to have turned into a hell on earth, with blood and corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

Zhu Xiongying led the Ming army to kill all the way. They passed through the streets and alleys and headed straight for the Goguryeo palace.

In front of the royal palace, Goguryeo's guards were already on high alert. They knew that this was a battle of life and death, so they fought with all their might.

However, under the leadership of Zhu Xiongying, the Ming army soldiers seemed to have turned into a group of crazy beasts. They charged forward desperately and fought a desperate battle with the Goguryeo soldiers.

The battle was extremely fierce, and soldiers on both sides tried their best. However, thanks to Zhu Xiongying's bravery and courage, the Ming army gradually gained the upper hand.

Goguryeo's guards fell one after another, and their defenses began to collapse.

Zhu Xiongying brandished a ring-handled sword and fought his way into the palace. His figure on the battlefield was like a flash of lightning, intimidating.

Behind him were tens of thousands of Ming army soldiers. They charged forward, invincible. Wherever they passed, blood splattered, and everyone was frightened.

The Ming army soldiers were like a wave, they fought their way into the palace.

Zhu Xiongying took the lead. His ring-handled sword was like the scythe of the god of death. Every swing took the life of an enemy.

His figure was as fast as lightning on the battlefield. Wherever he passed, Goguryeo's guards fell down one after another, as if they could not stop him.

The Ming army soldiers followed Zhu Xiongying closely, armed with spears and swords, and charged bravely.

Their shouts were deafening and mixed with the sound of war drums, forming an unstoppable force.

They were like a group of crazy wild beasts, charging forward recklessly and fighting a desperate battle with the Goguryeo guards.

Their spears, like sharp arrows, pierced the enemy's breasts;

Their swords were as fast as lightning, cutting off the heads of their enemies.

Their figures shuttled across the battlefield, blood splattered wherever they passed, and enemies fell one after another.

Although Goguryeo's imperial guards were superior to other Goguryeo troops, they were soon caught in trouble under the fierce offensive of the Ming army.

Their defenses collapsed, and the soldiers fled or surrendered. (End of this chapter)