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

"Hahaha"

When Zhu Xiongying saw this scene, he immediately raised his head and laughed wildly.

"Boom boom boom"

The roar of artillery fire continued to resound through the sky.

Mortars kept firing at the mountain below!
Each time, more than a dozen shells fell on a huge rock, blowing it to pieces. Some rebels had no time to escape and were instantly blown into meat paste.

"asshole!"

"Where did the gun come from?"

"Send me some men to kill them."

"Yes!"

A group of people rushed over immediately, but unfortunately they were doomed to fail as they thought the enemy had already escaped.

"Shield soldiers, press forward!"

At Si Lunfa's command, everyone hid behind the shield soldiers and approached the city wall step by step.

"Fire!"

Zhu Xiongying's voice sounded again, with unquestionable determination.

The fingers of the bad guys were almost integrated with the trigger, the roar of the Gatling gun resounded through the sky again, blue flames jumped at the muzzle, as if the gates of hell were suddenly pushed open, releasing endless breath of death.

The bullets were like dense hail, with whistling sounds, hitting the shields of the shield soldiers hard, and the shields were directly pierced, revealing the terrified soldiers behind them.

"what!"

A scream pierced the battlefield as a shield soldier was hit by a stray bullet and his shield instantly lost support.

His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, his blood drew a sad arc in the air, and then he fell heavily to the ground, and the fire of life was extinguished.

When the surrounding soldiers saw this, fear spread quickly like a plague, but military orders were as firm as a mountain, so they had to bite the bullet and move forward.

However, the firepower of the Gatling gun did not weaken at all. It was like a cold-blooded god of death, constantly reaping lives.

The rebels' attack route was turned into a bloody road of death.

“Bang, bang, bang… Dadada…”

The sound of gunfire and screams intertwined to form a tragic war song.

The Ming army's bullets poured down like a storm, tearing the rebels' shield formation into pieces.

Some shield soldiers tried to raise their shields to resist in desperation, but they could only watch in vain as their comrades fell one by one around them, and ultimately could not escape death.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains and blood formed streams, flowing on every inch of land.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, which almost suffocated people.

The Ming army's Gatling machine guns were like ruthless harvesters, constantly drawing bloody arcs on the battlefield and crushing the rebels' attacks time and time again.

"Don't hold back! Charge!"

Si Lunfa shouted hysterically, trying to use his voice to cover up the noise on the battlefield and encourage the soldiers to keep moving forward.

However, his figure seemed so small in the hail of bullets, as if he was swallowed up mercilessly.

The rebels began to waver, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Some people began to flee the battlefield, trying to find a chance of survival; while more people trembled under the Gatling fire, waiting for the decision of fate.

"Hahaha……"

Zhu Xiongying looked at the battle situation in front of him and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"No! I can't die!"

A rebel soldier shouted in despair, trying to escape from this land of death, but the Gatling gun's bullet followed him like a shadow and knocked him down instantly.

His body twitched a few times on the ground, and then stopped moving completely.

The tragic scene on the battlefield terrified everyone who witnessed it.

The Ming army's Gatling machine guns were like the god of death's scythe, constantly reaping the lives of the rebels.

The rebels were like a flock of driven sheep, and could only wait for death in despair.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and another rebel soldier was knocked down.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and resentment.

He might be thinking about his family far away, or his unfulfilled dreams, but all this is irreversible.

With every gunshot, the air on the battlefield was filled with a thicker smell of despair and death.

The Ming army's Gatling machine guns were like the whisper of death, constantly shuttling through the rebels' formations, and each strafing took away several lives.

Those rebel soldiers who were once full of fighting spirit were now like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, drifting helplessly in a pool of blood.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Silunfa's voice was hoarse, and he waved the sword in his hand, trying to inspire the soldiers with his courage.

However, facing the overwhelming firepower of the Ming army, his efforts seemed so insignificant.

There was no longer firm belief in the soldiers' eyes, but deep fear and despair.

The Ming army’s machine guns roared continuously.

Blue flames jumped from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets slammed into the rebels' positions like a dense meteor shower.

Every burst of gunfire was accompanied by screams and desperate cries.

The rebels' shields became vulnerable under the firepower of the Gatling gun and were pierced one after another, revealing the terrified soldiers behind them.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up higher and higher, and the streams of blood had turned into rivers of blood, flowing on every inch of land.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The Ming army's machine guns did not stop firing because of their deaths.

Bullets are like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the life of every person who tries to escape from the battlefield.

After being hit, some people's bodies drew a sad arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, and the fire of life was extinguished; others dragged their injured bodies and crawled hard in a pool of blood, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Si Lunfa looked at the tragic scene in front of him, his heart filled with anger and helplessness.

A rebel soldier shouted in despair.

He tried to break through the Ming army's firepower network, but he was soon hit by bullets and fell in a pool of blood.

His body twitched a few times on the ground, and then stopped moving completely.

On the battlefield, blood formed a bloody river, flowing down the trenches little by little.

The bright red blood dyed the loess red, like a blooming rose, blooming on the snow-white grassland, like petals in midsummer.

The bright red color and the white snow complement each other, like a picture before the end of the world, filled with the smell of death.

On the battlefield, every minute there is a stray bullet flying through the air.

The speed of these stray bullets was very slow, and some even passed by the soldiers, leaving a string of blood beads.

But even so, the soldiers were still terrified.

They knew that they would die in the next second.

"Open the city gates. I want to defeat these rebels in one fell swoop."

Seeing that the rebels' morale was crushed, Zhu Xiongying walked down the city wall with a spear in hand.

Zhu Xiongying, wearing heavy armor and holding a spear, walked towards the bottom of the city wall with firm steps. His eyes revealed unquestionable determination and murderous intent.

Behind him followed a group of equally well-equipped Ming army soldiers and the Unruly People. They all had solemn expressions, holding their weapons tightly, ready for the upcoming bloody battle.

The city gate slowly opened with a heavy creaking sound, as if playing the prelude to the upcoming battle.

Zhu Xiongying took the lead and rushed out of the city gate. His spear drew a dazzling arc in the air, pointing directly at the rebel position ahead.

"Kill!" Zhu Xiongying roared and rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The spear in his hand shuttled like lightning, and every swing was accompanied by a shrill scream.

The rebels looked at this war-like enemy in horror, and their morale collapsed instantly under Zhu Xiongying's charge.

The Ming army soldiers followed closely behind, wielding swords and engaging in a fierce fight with the rebels.

On the battlefield, the flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers intertwined, and the sounds of gunfire and screams rose and fell, forming a tragic and brutal picture.

Zhu Xiongying rushed left and right in the enemy's camp, his spear like the scythe of the god of death, constantly reaping the lives of the rebels.

The soldiers around him were equally brave. They were not afraid of life and death, and fought bravely to defend their homeland.

Although the rebels were numerous, their attacks were repelled again and again due to the heroic resistance of the Ming army soldiers.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains, blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

Under the leadership of Zhu Xiongying, the morale of the Ming army soldiers was high, and they were unstoppable like a tiger descending from the mountains.

There was wailing on the battlefield.

“Puff. Puff.”

Zhu Xiongying held a spear in his hand, and the tip of his spear shuttled through the enemy's formation like the scythe of the god of death.

Heads flew high in the air, and the rebels were pierced through the throat by his spear and fell to the ground.

"what"

A traitor had a spear pierced through the throat. His eyes were wide open and his face was distorted. He struggled for a few times and then closed his eyes forever.

“Da da da da da da.”

The Ming army soldiers pounced on them like wolves and tigers, killing the rebels one by one.

Zhu Xiongying was galloping through the enemy camp alone. He was like a killing machine and no one could stop him.

Si Lunfa was in the central army. He looked at Zhu Xiongying's figure like a god of death, and he felt cold all over.

"Kill him! Kill him!" he screamed.

His hands were shaking and he didn't dare look at the young general again.

As soon as Si Lunfa finished speaking, a man stood up from the back of the team, raised the scimitar in his hand, and slashed at Zhu Xiongying.

He was a traitor with a burly figure and a face full of flesh.

There was a ferocious and bloodthirsty look in his eyes, like a hungry beast wanting to tear apart food.

Crazy hatred burst out of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth stretched out, revealing a hideous smile: "Go to hell"

His body was as agile as a cheetah, and in a flash, he rushed in front of Zhu Xiongying.

Zhu Xiongying's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt a fierce murderous intent coming from behind.

A terrifying cold light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his spear in the air in a beautiful shape, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and stabbed at the rebel.

"Sound"

The spear hit the scimitar, and the two made a crisp sound of metal impact.

The rebel's body seemed to be struck by lightning. He staggered backwards and the scimitar in his hand flew out of his hand.

"Click"

The spear stirred the scimitar with great force, and the scimitar broke into two pieces.

The scimitar was cut into two pieces, but the spear was intact, with only a little blood on the surface.

"You deserve to die"

The traitor roared angrily, raised his arm suddenly and punched Zhu Xiongying in the chest.

His fists were bronze in color and exuded a chilling aura.

Zhu Xiongying's eyebrows suddenly raised.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, his spear hit the rebel's chest hard. The rebel's chest caved in, his mouth opened, a cloud of blood mist spurted out, and the whole person flew backwards.

"boom"

His head hit a huge rock hard, and his brains splattered everywhere.

"kill!"

There was another roar, and another man rushed out from behind the crowd, slashing at Zhu Xiongying with a scimitar in his hand.

Zhu Xiongying narrowed his eyes slightly, turned the spear in his hand, and aimed straight at the man's throat.

The man didn't expect Zhu Xiongying to have such a reaction. He was so scared that he quickly dodged to the side.

Unfortunately, his reaction was too late. The spear passed by like lightning and went straight for his neck.

"Pfft"

A splash of scarlet splashed out, and blood spurted out from his neck and scattered in the air.

The man fell to the ground, eyes wide open, lying unwillingly in a pool of blood.

"what!"

Another person screamed, and Zhu Xiongying kicked him in the lower abdomen, sending him flying.

"kill!"

Zhu Xiongying roared, raised the spear in his hand, and another head flew up, with blood raining everywhere.

He turned his wrist, and the spear drew a graceful arc in the air, piercing the other man's shoulder, and then threw him away.

His spear was stained with blood, looking weird and cruel, which was chilling.

Zhu Xiongying's figure wandered among the crowd, blood splattered wherever he passed.

His spear was like a spirit snake, carrying a cold murderous intent, and it kept shuttling back and forth in the enemy's formation.

“Swoosh”

A scimitar came flying at him, and Zhu Xiongying quickly pulled back and avoided the scimitar.

Zhu Xiongying was dodging the scimitar just now, and the spear in his hand swept backwards like a whirlwind.

"clang!"

The scimitar folded in the air and broke into two parts, with a few strands of black hair hanging on the blade.

"Swish"

The spear in Zhu Xiongying's hand was like a poisonous snake. It drew a graceful arc in the air and pierced the rebel's chest again.

"Pfft"

The spear pierced through his chest and came out from his back, and blood immediately spurted out like a fountain.

The traitor covered his chest and kept backing away, a look of fear on his face and muttering something.

Zhu Xiongying walked closer step by step with a spear in his hand, a gloomy expression on his face.

With a thrust of his spear, he sent the rebel flying.

The traitor's body fell heavily to the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with panic.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Zhu Xiongying kept moving through the crowd with a spear in his hand, leaving behind corpses wherever he went.

Every time he swung his spear, someone died. In just a few moments, he had killed twenty or thirty enemy soldiers.

All of these people in front of him were the best of the best, but in front of Zhu Xiongying, they were like chickens and dogs that could not withstand a single blow. (End of this chapter)