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

"it is good!"

"General Alimo is worthy of being the most powerful general under my father. I will wait here for your triumphant return."

"As long as you can kill Zhu Xiongying, I will reward you with a thousand gold coins."

"Thank you, Marshal. Now wait and see how I kill him."

Alimo immediately turned around and went down. Soon the city gate was opened and Alimo came out with a thousand men.

"Zhu Xiongying, come out. You killed my Grand Marshal Si Lunfa and my Second Young Master."

"Your crime is unforgivable. Come out and die!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiongying wanted to ride out, but was stopped by Zhu Yunhuan.

"Brother, why do you need to take action against such bastards?"

"Let my brother kill him!"

Zhu Xiongying nodded: "Be careful!"

"understand!"

Zhu Yunhuan rode out on his horse!

"Traitor, I'm here to meet you!"

"Who are you? How dare you, a brat, come out here?"

"Humph!"

"I am the King of Wu of the Ming Dynasty—Zhu Yunxun!"

"The second son of the current crown prince!"

Alimo was slightly stunned when he heard this: "So he is Zhu Xiongying's younger brother."

"Go back and call your brother over. This young boy is not worthy to be my opponent."

"Get back!"

"asshole!"

"How dare you look down on me?"

"Take your life!"

Zhu Yunhuan immediately rode forward, and Alimo sneered at the sight: "Okay!"

"Since you want to die, I will kill you and take some interest."

He immediately rode his horse to meet him.

Zhu Yunhuan gripped the spear tightly, the tip of the spear flashed coldly in the sunlight, like a silver dragon about to break free.

Alimo held the broadsword horizontally, the blade was broad and sharp, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

He was tall and strong with muscular build, like a tiger coming down the mountain, and he exuded a frightening murderous aura.

"Today, I will let you know how powerful I really am!"

Zhu Yunhuan shouted loudly, spurred his horse forward, and aimed his spear like a dragon at Alimo's vital points.

Alimo snorted coldly, swung his sword and faced the spear.

There was a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew from the collision of metal, and the two men each took a few steps back. Their horses neighed and dust flew.

With this attack, both of them tested each other's strength.

Zhu Yunhuan's spear is flexible and versatile, his spear skills are superb, and every move and every style contains infinite power.

Alimo's sword was so powerful that every strike was enough to split mountains and rocks, which was terrifying.

"interesting!"

Alimo laughed and swung his sword again.

This time, he did not try again, but went all out. The broadsword drew a brilliant arc in the air and chopped directly on Zhu Yunhuan's head.

Zhu Yunhuan moved his body to the side and thrust out his spear diagonally. The tip of the spear drew a graceful trajectory in the air and went straight to Alimo's waist.

Alimo crouched down and swept his sword across, knocking the spear away.

The two men fought back and forth, with the shadows of guns and the lights of swords intertwined, forming a thrilling picture.

As the battle progressed, the two men became faster and stronger.

Zhu Yunhuan waved his spear, and the tip of the spear left silver trails in the air.

He was agile and nimble, like a nimble swallow, moving freely among the swords and sabers.

Alimo wielded his sword, and each blow was so powerful that it seemed as if he could split everything in half.

"Take another move from me!"

Zhu Yunhuan shouted loudly and thrust his spear forward suddenly, with powerful internal energy condensed on the tip of the spear.

When Alimo saw this, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He shouted loudly and swung his sword upwards to meet the spear.

There was a loud bang, and the spear and the sword collided again, making an extremely harsh sound.

Zhu Yunhuan's spear was like a dragon, flying and dancing continuously.

Alimo wielded his sword, and every blow was as fierce as a storm.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting inextricably.

The spear and the sword collided again, raising dust.

The warhorse under his crotch neighed, as if it felt the fierceness of the battle.

Every collision was accompanied by a deafening noise and flying sparks.

Zhu Yunhuan suddenly retreated violently, and his spear drew a gorgeous arc in the air. It seemed like he was retreating, but in fact he was hiding murderous intentions.

Seeing this, Alimo thought that his opponent was out of strength, so he shouted loudly and swung his sword forward with a whistling sound, intending to kill Zhu Yunhuan in one fell swoop.

However, Zhu Yunhuan's retreat was just a ploy to lure the enemy.

He took advantage of the backward force of his horse and accelerated suddenly, like an arrow shot from a bow, and his spear attacked Alimo's blind spot at an incredible angle.

Alimo reacted very quickly, but was still a step too slow.

He could only hastily hold the sword across his chest, trying to block the fatal blow.

The spear and the broadsword collided again, but this time, Zhu Yunhuan's spear force penetrated the broadsword's defense, and its power remained undiminished, causing Alimo's palm to go numb and his body to sway involuntarily.

"Little beast, I underestimated you."

Alimo roared angrily, and all his contempt for Zhu Yunhuan disappeared.

The young man in front of us is by no means an easy target, he must go all out to win.

Zhu Yunhuan did not answer, but just raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and waved his spear again, with the shadows of the spear weaving together, and each spear was aimed directly at Alimo's vital points.

Alimo wielded his sword, and the blade flashed like a dragon.

Zhu Yunhuan relied on his agile body and superb marksmanship to constantly look for Alimo's flaws.

Alimo relied on his rich battlefield experience to withstand every attack from Zhu Yunhuan.

At this moment, Zhu Yunhuan suddenly used a "backstab" move. At the moment when the war horse galloped past, he suddenly turned around and stabbed Alimo's back with his spear as fast as lightning.

This move was unexpected and caught Alimo off guard, and he felt a sense of crisis.

Alimo shouted loudly and jumped up suddenly, like a tiger coming down the mountain. He twisted his body abruptly and swept his sword out at an incredible angle, colliding with the spear in mid-air.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere, and dust rose up, covering the sky and the sun.

When the dust gradually settled, Zhu Yunhuan and Alimo were seen standing on their war horses.

Alimo was breathing rapidly, but Zhu Yunhuan still looked extremely relaxed.

"Boy, you are indeed very strong, but today, you must die here!"

Alimo's voice was hoarse, and he swung his sword again. The blade flashed like a streak of light and went straight for Zhu Yunhuan's neck.

Zhu Yunhuan snorted coldly, shook his spear, and the tip of the spear drew a perfect arc, cleverly avoiding the edge of the broadsword.

At the same time, he took a step forward like a ghost, and stabbed Alimo's chest with his spear.

The two men once again engaged in a fierce confrontation, and every collision was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing, the neighing of war horses, and the flying of dust.

The two figures constantly intertwined and collided, presenting a thrilling battle.

At this moment, Zhu Yunhuan suddenly came up with an idea. He deliberately exposed a flaw, which attracted Alimo's broadsword to chop at him.

Just when the broadsword was about to touch his body, Zhu Yunhuan moved to the side, and the spear shot out like a snake out of a cave, piercing through Alimo's armpit and pointing straight at his heart.

Alimo was horrified, but it was too late.

The tip of the spear had penetrated his armor, and blood gushed out, staining his battle robe red.

"Pfft."

Blood gushed out, Alimo covered his wound, his face pale.

"how come?"

Alimo's face was filled with horror.

He was spitting out large gulps of blood and felt his life was rapidly draining away.

"Little beast, you"

Alimo wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't have time to say it because, at the moment he spoke, Zhu Yunhuan's spear was pulled out and pierced his abdomen again.

This time, the spear was not withdrawn immediately, but kept stirring against the abdomen, stirring Alimo's internal organs as if they were displaced.

Alimo's eyes widened and a low whimper came from his throat.

His body slowly fell to the ground with his mouth open and a look of resentment, and he finally died completely.

"Won again!"

The soldiers of the Ming army cheered. They didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Prince of Wu was so powerful. These two brothers are simply the twin stars of the Ming Dynasty!

"Big brother!"

"well done!"

Zhu Xiongying praised generously.

"Your Highness, don't play for so long next time!"

"The battlefield is no joke!"

Yuan Tiangang on the side spoke up.

"I understand, Master!"

Zhu Yunhuan nodded quickly. After all, with his strength, it wouldn't take that long at all.

"Fuck!"

"Your Highness, were you taught by the Marshal?"

"Marshal, can you teach me?"

Li Jinglong on the side spoke up.

"You have too little talent. I don't want to teach you."

Li Jinglong: (O)
Damn it?

Am I poorly talented?

What's wrong with me?

I wanted to complain, but when I thought of Yuan Tiangang's strength, I decided to give up.

Can't beat it!
Si Xingfa on the city wall was dumbfounded. The most powerful general actually lost, and what's more, he lost to a little kid.

I guess he's not even an adult yet?

Are all members of the Ming Dynasty royal family so powerful?

"hateful!"

"Who's going to kill him?"

Si Xingfa was furious, but no one dared to speak and everyone lowered their heads.

Si Xingfa sighed deeply. He really couldn't bear to look at these things.

"Listen, rebels above, leave the city and surrender immediately. Otherwise, when the city is captured, you will be killed without a burial place."

Si Xingfa looked down and saw Li Jinglong shouting from below.

"Bastard!"

"It's just too much!"

"Fire arrows!"

shhhhhh...

Arrows and crossbows were shot at Li Jinglong, who immediately fled on his horse.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing this, Si Xingfa on the city wall laughed out loud, finally feeling relieved.

"His grandma's!"

"Marshal, it seems that they are determined to resist to the end."

"In that case, don't blame us for being polite."

Fu Youde waved his hand, and the Ming army began to move, with mortars lined up in a row.

"put!"

At Fu Youde's command, one mortar after another roared.

Bang bang bang…………

One shell after another cut through the sky, carrying destructive power and landing accurately on the city held by the rebels.

On the city wall, Si Xingfa's originally smug smile froze in an instant, and was replaced by unprecedented fear and despair.

The moment the shells fell, the gravel and dust flying up from the city walls were like raging sand in a storm, covering the sky and dyeing it gray.

Every explosion was accompanied by the wails and screams of the rebel soldiers. It was the last cry before life disappeared, mournful and desperate.

The air was filled with pungent smells of burning and blood, creating a picture of hell on earth.

"what--!"

An anti-communist soldier lost both legs in the explosion. He lay on the ground, scratching the ground helplessly with his hands, his eyes filled with desire for life and fear of death.

However, the surrounding artillery fire did not stop. Another shell whizzed over, burying him and the surrounding rubble in deeper despair.

"Help me... help me..."

A soldier shouted desperately in the ruins.

His clothes were stained with blood, his voice gradually became weaker, and it seemed that even the fire of life was close to being extinguished.

However, there was no other response except the roar of artillery fire.

"Save me. Save me. Save me."

The soldier's cries for help gradually faded away, and his body was gradually buried by the shells.

"Grand Marshal, it's too dangerous here. You go first and leave this to us."

Si Xingfa nodded, turned around and ran, fearing that if he hesitated for a moment, the shell would fall on him.

He was very scared in his heart. He didn't want to die. He was really scared!
He wants to live!
But he would rather have someone block the bullets for him.

The Ming army's artillery fire continued, with shells hitting the city walls one after another.

Rumble.
One shell after another hit the city wall, making a deafening noise, sparks flying, smoke and dust billowing, and the entire city wall began to shake violently.

On the city wall, soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and their blood soaked the soil.

They could no longer hold on and were just trying hard not to make any sound. However, as the artillery fire became more and more intense, they were undoubtedly going to die.

"Get out of the way, quick!"

"Find a place to hide, quickly!"

Some soldiers shouted in panic, but to no avail.

Under the bombardment of artillery fire, the city walls collapsed, blood dyed the soil red, and corpses fell in the ruins. Their deaths were hideous and horrible. A strong smell of blood wafted from them, making people nauseated.

On the city wall, a soldier struggled to climb a few steps, trying to escape from here, but as soon as he stood up, a cannonball hit him, and his flesh and blood were instantly blurred and his bones were broken.

The soldier roared in pain, lay on the ground, and wailed in agony, holding his wound.

At this time Fu Youde waved his hand, and the Ming army began to attack, advancing towards the city wall step by step under the cover of shield soldiers.

"General, the Ming army has begun to attack!"

Someone shouted, and the general defending the city stuck his head out and looked down, just in time to see the Ming army approaching them step by step.

"Crossbowmen, crossbowmen, get ready!"

"quick!"

The Ming soldiers quickly drew their bows and aimed at the rebels on the city wall. Their faces were extremely cold.

As soon as the Ming army came into range, he immediately ordered to shoot arrows.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The crossbowman drew his bow, released it, and it went whoosh whoosh whoosh
Arrow after arrow shot into the Ming army camp like sharp arrows, and crossbow arrows hit the shields, making a harsh metal friction sound.

The Ming army's shields were made of iron sheets and were extremely hard, making it impossible for arrows to penetrate them.

"General, we can't shoot through them."

"Bastard!"

The general defending the city cursed helplessly.

At this time, a small hole appeared in the Ming army's shield, and gun muzzles extended out.

Da da da da da…

Countless bullets rained down on the city wall like raindrops. The city wall was in a mess, filled with smoke, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Heads flew into the sky, blood was spilled on the city wall, and screams were heard continuously.

It’s the Ming army’s musketeers!
"asshole!"

"what is this?"

"General, this should be their musket."

"Firegun?"

"When did their muskets become so powerful?" (End of this chapter)