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

"I don't know. I've never seen that kind of weapon."

"But looking at their attack methods, they are somewhat similar to fire guns."

"Firegun?"

"When did their muskets become so powerful?"

Huerta had a gloomy face as he watched his soldiers falling down one after another. Some of them were even knocked down before they even got close and never stood up again.

"not good!"

"Great Khan, they are coming towards the center of the army."

I don’t know who shouted, but when I looked from afar, I saw Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Yunhuan coming in the same direction.

"Stop them!"

Huerta shouted immediately!
"Khan, I'm afraid we can't stop them. Their muskets are too powerful."

"Withdraw!"

"Yes, Khan!"

"Retreat! It will be dangerous if we don't leave now!"

"..."

All the generals were trying to persuade Huerta, but Huerta looked at Zhu Xiongying and his men who were killing people in the army with resentment in his eyes.

He knew very well that if people like Zhu Xiongying did not die, the Ming Dynasty would prosper for at least another hundred years.

in this way!

It was impossible for him to restore the former glory of his ancestors, after all, his ancestors were also descendants of Genghis Khan.

He also wants to restore the glory of his ancestors, but now it seems a bit difficult.

"Khan, retreat!"

"They are coming to kill us soon. Please help us."

"Withdraw!"

Huerta looked at the general kneeling on the ground and sighed deeply.

"withdraw!"

"Yes!"

"The Khan has ordered the entire army to retreat!"

"withdraw!"

At the command, the retreat horn sounded.

Chagatai's army began to retreat!

"Brother, they ran away!"

Zhu Yunhuan rode his horse to Zhu Xiongying's side.

"Chase!"

"Yes!"

Everyone immediately rode their horses to chase after him.

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"Great Khan, Zhu Xiongying and his men have caught up with us and are closely following our rear."

"what?"

"Damn it, this is too much!"

"Too deceiving!"

Huerta was furious when he heard this. If hundreds of people chased him and beat him with ten thousand people, wouldn't he be laughed at if this got out?
"Tell the rear troops to destroy them. If they cannot destroy them, don't come back."

"Khan, no!"

"The firearms in their hands are too powerful. Doing this might backfire!"

At this time, the military advisor beside him spoke.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Great Khan, there is a canyon ahead. We will set up an ambush there and when they arrive, we will fire all our arrows at them."

"Throw down the rolling stone, and no matter how powerful they are, they will be killed on the spot."

"Well! What the military advisor said makes sense!"

"That's it!"

"go!"

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canyon!

After Huerta arrived here, he immediately arranged people to set an ambush. He waited and waited, but there was no sign of Zhu Xiongying and the others.

"Why has it taken so long?"

Suddenly, he looked at the road ahead, but still couldn't see anyone, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Great Khan, have they discovered our intentions?"

Hearing this, Huerta's face changed.

"Wan Xingwen, what do you think of Zhu Xiongying?"

Huerta turned and looked at Wan Xingwen.

"Your Excellency, Zhu Xiongying is a very smart man, and he also has a good military talent."

"We set up an ambush here. We haven't seen him for such a long time. I'm afraid he has guessed our intentions."

Hearing this, Huerta frowned. It seemed that killing Zhu Xiongying was not an easy task.

"Withdraw!"

Having said that, he stood up and was about to leave!

Before he had taken a few steps, a voice was heard.

"Great Khan, why are you in such a hurry?"

Hearing this, everyone immediately became alert and kept looking around.

"I'm here!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhu Xiongying standing on a stone wall not far away, with his hands behind his back, and Yuan Tiangang standing behind him.

"Zhu Xiongying!"

"How did you do it?"

Huerta stared at Zhu Xiongying, his eyes full of fear.

"Hehehe..."

"Great Khan, why did you attack the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Xiongying looked calm and composed.

"That thing belonged to us. You stole it from us. What's the problem with us taking it back now?"

Zhu Xiongying smiled when he heard this: "That is not yours, this world is ours."

"Yours is what robbed ours, understand?"

"Humph! No matter who it belongs to, today is the day you die."

"You two dare to appear in front of me. If I kill you, don't worry, I will send your heads to your father and grandfather."

"Archer!"

Finished!

All the archers aimed at Zhu Xiongying and the other man, but they remained calm and composed.

"Huerta, who told you that I came in pairs?"

"Hahaha……"

"Yes, yes, you are not two people, you are hundreds of people."

"But I don't care how many people you have. Today, you, Zhu Xiongying, are seeking your own death. No matter how many people come, they will die."

"Fire arrows!"

shhhhhh...

Puff... Puff...

Huerta's archers were shot and fell one after another. This sudden scene shocked Huerta and his men.

Then, there were deafening shouts of killing!
The Ming army came out from all directions, led by Li Jinglong, the main force of the Ming army.

"Hurta, I told you I am more than one person."

"Today, this is where you will be buried."

"kill!"

For a time, both sides engaged in fierce fighting, with hundreds of thousands of people fighting each other.

On the battlefield, dust was flying and the shouts of killing were deafening.

The Ming army and the Chagatai Khanate army were like two raging torrents, which suddenly collided with each other, causing waves of blood and rain.

The main force of the Ming army led by Li Jinglong was like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

They were armed with spears and swords, dressed in iron armor, and their eyes revealed a determined murderous intent.

Every soldier seemed to have turned into a god of war, waving his weapon vigorously and fighting a desperate battle with the soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate.

The soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate were not to be outdone. They rode tall horses, held scimitars in their hands, and were extremely brave.

The sound of horse hooves, the collision of weapons, and the roar of soldiers intertwined together to form a tragic picture of war.

Soldiers from both sides fought back and forth on the battlefield, with swords flashing and blood flying everywhere, and lives were lost every moment.

On the battlefield, the Ming army's archers continued to shoot arrows, which fell like raindrops on the Chagatai Khanate's army.

The archers of the Chagatai Khanate were no less powerful; their arrows were equally sharp, and Ming soldiers were constantly shot and fell to the ground.

The generals of both sides also bravely took the lead and personally led their troops to charge into battle.

Li Jinglong was dressed in military uniform, holding a long sword, fighting bravely. His figure on the battlefield was like a flash of lightning. Wherever he went, the soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate fell one after another.

Huerta also went into battle personally, wielding a scimitar and continuously killing Ming soldiers.

The battlefield was littered with corpses and broken limbs everywhere.

At this time, a general of the Chagatai Khanate noticed Li Jinglong who was fighting.

He recognized him as the commander of the Ming army at a glance, and immediately drew his sword to kill Li Jinglong.

The moment Li Jinglong's eyes met with the general of the Chagatai Khanate, the noise on the battlefield seemed to freeze in an instant.

The sunlight shone through the thick smoke, illuminating the two men in patches, giving the upcoming showdown a layer of tragic golden glow.

Li Jinglong's eyes were sharp and his body was upright. The long sword seemed to have life in his hand. Every time he swung it, there was a whistling sound, pointing directly at the enemy general.

General Chagatai had a sturdy appearance, with muscles all over his body. He rode on a majestic warhorse, holding a long sword that shone with cold light, and his eyes revealed a wild light.

He also understood that if he could cut off the head of the Ming army's main general in this battle, it would greatly boost his own morale and reverse the situation.

"Please tell me your name. I will not kill nameless people!"

Li Jinglong shouted loudly, his voice penetrating the battlefield and echoing in the ears of every soldier.

"Chagatai warrior Barhu, I have come to take your head!"

Barhu roared, charged on his horse, his long sword cut through the air, causing a sharp whistle, and went straight for Li Jinglong's head.

Li Jinglong moved his body to the side, nimbly avoiding the attack, while at the same time sweeping his sword across, heading straight for Barhu's waist.

Barhu nimbly rolled over on his horse's back and narrowly avoided the sword, but the two men's horses were frightened by the sudden confrontation and collided with each other, causing chaos on the scene.

However, this is only the beginning of the battle.

Barhu quickly adjusted his posture and charged on horseback again. This time, he chose the strategy of close combat, trying to use the speed and impact of the horse, as well as his own strength advantage, to suppress Li Jinglong.

Li Jinglong demonstrated superb martial arts and combat wisdom.

He did not engage in a head-on confrontation with the Barhu, but instead took advantage of the terrain and his flexibility, constantly moving among the war horses, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Whenever Barhu's attack slowed down, he would take the opportunity to counterattack, with his sword flashing like a weave, and each strike was aimed at the vital points.

The two men fought back and forth on the battlefield, with sword shadows and knife lights intertwining. Every collision was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal colliding, as well as the background sounds of war horses neighing and soldiers screaming.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as well as the anxiety and tension unique to a battlefield.

The fight between the two became more and more intense, and gradually fell into a stalemate.

The speed of Li Jinglong and Barhu was so astonishingly fast that their figures were almost invisible. The only sound that could be heard was the clanging and muffled groans of the two weapons clashing.

Suddenly, Barhu was kicked away by Li Jinglong and fell heavily to the ground.

Balhu struggled to stand up, but found that he could not exert any strength at all.

Li Jinglong sneered, rode his horse forward, and aimed his sword straight at Barhu's throat.

If this sword hits, it will be fatal.

puff...

The sword blade penetrated the skin, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The bright red liquid flowed on Li Jinglong's armor, appearing particularly eye-catching and glaring.

Balhu's eyes widened, his pupils contracted, his face turned pale due to blood loss, and the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Death is not unfamiliar to these soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield for many years.

………………

The battle did not end with Barhu's death, but instead intensified.

“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The shouts of both sides shook the earth. Figures fell one after another, and corpses lay on the ground one after another.

The blood spread like a river on the ground, dyeing the loess red.

The color of blood seems to be the best evidence, highlighting the cruelty of war.

On the battlefield behind Li Jinglong, corpses fell one after another, blood gushed out from the ground, soon dyeing the surroundings a deep red.

At this moment, Zhu Yunhuan led the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and charged across the battlefield.

Wherever they went, they left a trail of blood.

Blood dripped from the horse's hooves, leaving rows of footprints along the way.

A bloody smell wafted into my nose.

On the battlefield, swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Zhu Yunhuan held a long spear with the tip like a dragon, and was invincible.

His marksmanship was sharp and each of his strikes was extremely accurate, often piercing the enemy's chest before they could react.

Each of his charges was accompanied by the shouts of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun behind him. The sound was like the roar of hell, which terrified the enemy.

The soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate seemed at a loss in the face of this sudden and fierce attack.

They thought their defenses were impregnable, but they never expected such a fierce enemy.

Under the charge of Zhu Yunhuan and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, the defense lines collapsed like dominoes. The soldiers fled in all directions, but often could not escape the fate of being massacred.

On the battlefield, cruelty and bravery coexist.

Every time Zhu Yunhuan swung his spear, it was accompanied by the enemy's wailing; every time the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun swung their swords, it meant the loss of life.

The blood dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, almost suffocating people.

Zhu Yunhuan rode ahead, as if he was in an empty space. His figure on the battlefield was like a flash of lightning. Wherever he passed, the soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate fell one after another.

Every time he swung his spear, it was accompanied by a silver trail, which was a sign of death.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun followed closely behind, they had perfect understanding and coordinated with each other.

Each horse is like an elite among war horses. They carry warriors and gallop across the battlefield. The sound of their hooves is like thunder, shaking the earth.

Their swords flashed, and every swing was precise and deadly, as if they were holding not cold weapons but the scythes of death that reaped lives.

On the battlefield, cruelty and bravery are intertwined to form a tragic picture.

Zhu Yunhuan was like a god of war descending to earth, unstoppable.

Under his leadership, the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun fought even more bravely. Every time they swung their swords, it seemed as if they were defending the dignity and glory of this land.

The blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate fell one after another under their fierce attack, and their defense line collapsed in an instant like a pile of sand blown up by the wind.

The soldiers fled in all directions, but no matter where they went, they could not escape the pursuit of Zhu Yunhuan and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.

Their wails and screams resounded through the sky, adding a touch of tragic grandeur to this brutal war.

As time passed, the balance of victory gradually tilted towards the Ming army, and the Chagatai army's defense line gradually collapsed under the Ming army's offensive.

We can’t keep retreating, there will be countless casualties!
They originally thought they were the ambushing party, but unexpectedly they became the ambushed party.

Looking at the soldiers falling one after another, Huerta's heart was bleeding. These were the 100,000 elite soldiers brought out from Chagatai! (End of this chapter)