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

Blood splattered, staining their armor red.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Chagatai people were like crazy, waving their scimitars and charging at the Ming army.

"Swish swish"

Another round of rain of arrows came.

"Pfft."

Chagatai's soldier was shot through the throat by an arrow and fell heavily to the ground, dying with his eyes open.

Chagatai's soldiers seemed to be blood-thirsty. They were fearless and tireless, and continued to rush forward waving their scimitars, moving forward courageously.

“Puff.”

An arrow flew past the chest of a Chagatai cavalryman, taking his life.

"boom!"

The arrow pierced Chagatai's soldier's shoulder, carrying him far away and then falling to the ground.

"what"

The Chagatai cavalryman howled in pain, covered the arrow in his shoulder blade, his face turned extremely pale, and blood dripped through his fingers.

The blood was dripping, making his face even paler than paper.

Blood stained his armor red, and blood dripped onto his face, making him look like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Chagatai's soldiers continued to wave their scimitars and rush towards the Ming army as if they were energized by chicken blood, as if they would never get tired.

"kill!"

The Ming army soldiers roared.

They waved the spears in their hands and fought hard like a lone boat in the raging sea.

Blood splattered like flowers blooming, and corpses fell in a pool of blood.

"Poof!"

A Chagatai cavalryman was pierced through the chest by a spear, then fell from mid-air and knocked down another Chagatai soldier. His body twitched a few times, and then there was no sound.

"Puff puff!"

One by one, Chagatai soldiers fell off their horses, with long spears stuck in their bodies. They fell in a pool of blood with their eyes wide open, as if they were unwilling to end their lives like this.

But everything is already destined.

After struggling on the brink of death for a moment, they finally died.

The blood soaked their armor and dyed their battle robes red. They died with their eyes wide open.

The bodies of the Chagatai people were lying all over the battlefield, and a strong smell of blood filled the air, suffocating anyone who smelled it.

The Ming army soldiers were gasping for breath, their bodies covered in blood, and they could no longer tell whether it was their own or the enemy's.

But even so, their eyes were still full of ferocity.

They kept swinging their weapons, chopping down their targets to the ground.

"kill!"

"Go!"

"Kill all the Chagatais, kill!"

"Kill them!"

They shouted, their eyes filled with ferocity, like wolves.

"Second Uncle, when will I go on stage?"

"I can't wait!"

At this time, the fight between Zhu Yunhuan and the other party on the field was fierce, and he could no longer hold back his excitement.

"Boy, when are you going to change your impatient temper?"

"Well! Go ahead!"

"Take your Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and charge in from the flank, cutting them off in the middle."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan was overjoyed.

"Got it!"

"Uncle, just wait and see!"

As he said this, he immediately rushed forward with the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.

He held the reins in his hands, and the black horse under him raised its head and neighed, then spread its hooves and charged forward.

The war horses neighed and rushed into Chagatai's crowd like sharp arrows from a bow in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Yunhuan led the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, like an unstoppable black storm, and suddenly swept into Chagatai's army.

Their appearance instantly broke the original rhythm on the battlefield, adding a bit of tragedy and determination to this brutal battle.

The sound of horse hooves roared, dust rose, and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were dressed in black armor, their faces smeared with battle paint, and their eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

They held sharp scimitars in their hands, carried powerful crossbows on their backs, and exuded the breath of death.

Zhu Yunhuan was at the front, his black horse was like a god of war, and every step of its hoof seemed to shake the earth.

"kill!"

Zhu Yunhuan roared angrily, and his voice echoed on the battlefield, as if it could penetrate the hearts of every soldier.

His spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly piercing through the chest of a Chagatai soldier. Blood gushed out, staining the tip of the spear red.

Then, he drew the scimitar from his waist and swung it, chopping off the head of another enemy. Blood splattered everywhere and the scene was extremely tragic.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun followed closely behind, and they cooperated with each other in perfect harmony, as if they were one.

The scimitar was as fast as lightning, cutting through the sky, and every cut left a trail of blood.

Their fighting style was both ferocious and efficient, throwing Chagatai's army into panic and chaos.

On the battlefield, cruelty and tragedy are intertwined!
The sounds of fighting, screams, and weapons clashing between the Ming army and Chagatai's soldiers intertwined together, forming a tragic war song.

The ground was dyed red with blood, corpses were piled up like mountains, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning.

But in this land of death, Zhu Yunhuan and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were like messengers of death, constantly reaping lives.

Zhu Yunhuan's fighting skills were skillful and fierce. He would sometimes charge on horseback and pierce several enemies with one spear.
Sometimes he would dismount and engage in close combat with the enemy. The scimitar in his hands was like a dance, and every move was precise and deadly.

His figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, making the enemy terrified.

In a fierce confrontation, Zhu Yunhuan faced the siege of several Chagatai masters.

They held spears and worked in perfect harmony, trying to trap Zhu Yunhuan to death.

But Zhu Yunhuan was not afraid at all. He was agile and dodged the attack of the spear. At the same time, he turned around and slashed the arm of an enemy with his sword.

Blood gushed out, and the enemy screamed and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Yunhuan took the opportunity to rush forward, swung his spear, pierced another enemy, and then swept his scimitar, killing the remaining enemies one by one.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were equally brave.

They charged into the crowd, brandished scimitars and fought the enemy in close combat; others drew their crossbows and shot at distant enemies.

"This boy Yunxun is really brave."

"I thought Xiongying was brave enough, but I didn't expect him to be even braver than Xiongying. How did Big Brother train him?"

"I wish my boys were that good."

Zhu Chong couldn't help but sigh as he watched Zhu Yunhuan rushing around on the battlefield.

"Your Highness, I heard that His Royal Highness the Prince of Wu was given to the Bad Commander to be trained by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

“I suffered a lot during this period!”

Li Jinglong on the side said.

"Really?"

"Your Highness, I heard that too!"

Guo Ying on the side spoke up.

"So, can I also throw my guys to the Bad Leader?"

After Zhu Chong said this, no one spoke.

"Why don't you say anything?"

"Uh……"

"Your Highness, the Bad Commander doesn't accept just anyone."

"Eh? No?"

"Li Jinglong! What do you mean?"

"Why? Is my son so bad?"

"This prince's son is also the emperor's grandson."

Upon hearing that, Zhu Chong immediately became unhappy and started cursing at Li Jinglong.

"Your Highness, please be patient, don't be anxious!"

"This is not what I said. It was said by the bad commander. When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted the bad commander to take in His Royal Highness the Prince of Wu, he also had to get the bad commander's consent."

"At the beginning, the bad commander accepted him because he thought that His Royal Highness the King of Wu had good physique and was a good candidate for martial arts training."

"I didn't say that!"

"is it?"

"You didn't lie to me?" "Look at what you said, I wouldn't dare to do it even if I had ten courage!"

Li Jinglong waved his hands quickly.

"In that case, next time we meet, let Xiongying show his bad boy my brat."

"How can this prince's son be so bad!"

Zhu Chong made up his mind secretly.

At this time on the battlefield, the battle has entered a white-hot stage.

Zhu Yunhuan was rampaging on the battlefield!
The cavalry under his command moved around him with ease, leaving corpses everywhere they went.

They are like a sharp knife, wantonly reaping the lives of the enemies on the battlefield.

They are like poisonous snakes, stalking the battlefield.

Once you are entangled by them, you will be bitten to death on the spot and unable to move.

The battle became more and more brutal, blood flowed like a river, and the blood dyed the earth red.

Many people have fallen to the ground, their bodies soaked in blood, turning black and yellow.

Corpses were lying all over the ground.

Led by Zhu Yunhuan, the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun moved across the battlefield like ghosts, and wherever they went, the enemies retreated.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were like a sharp sword, piercing into the enemy's belly.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were as fast as lightning and killed the enemies in an instant, with blood spurting out along their spears.

They held steel knives in their hands, like demons.

Seeing this, a Chagatai soldier quickly swung his sword at the back of Zhu Yunhuan's head.

But at this moment, Zhu Yunhuan suddenly turned his head, shook his wrist, and a long spear stabbed towards the Chagatai soldier like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

puff!

A muffled sound was heard, and a deep wound suddenly appeared on the neck of the Chagatai soldier, and blood spurted out.

He stared at his chest with his eyes wide open.

Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain. He covered his chest with his hands, his eyes full of horror and disbelief.

Kill with one move!
Zhu Yunhuan stabbed the other person to death with one shot.

"kill!"

He shouted loudly and stabbed the remaining Chagatai soldiers with his spear again.

Puff puff!
One after another, Chagatai soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and Zhu Yunyong had countless wounds cut by his knife.

He stood on the battlefield like the god of death, waving his spear and killing his way into the enemy.

He is like a murderous Shura.

Figures fell one after another and turned into pieces on the ground in front of him.

The blood was flowing, dyeing the earth red.

There were no less than 100,000 corpses lying at his feet.

Some of the bodies were killed by knives and guns, while others were killed by his scimitar.

His eyes were bloodshot and murderous.

He broke through the formation of Chagatai's army and cut it in half.

Seeing this, the Ming army immediately surrounded the front half of the enemy.

A total of 30,000 people were surrounded by the Ming army.

When Zhu Chong, who was in the central army, saw this scene, he was overjoyed and immediately ordered the entire army to attack and head straight for the enemy's central army.

Divide and surround them, and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

"not good!"

"General, our people have been divided."

"The Ming army has moved out. They must want to divide and surround us and annihilate us in one fell swoop."

The deputy general quickly looked at Chagatai commander Yeerbuhuadao.

"Bastard!"

"It's all because of that young general!"

Yeerbuhua was very angry.

"General, the front army cannot be saved, let's retreat quickly!"

"It's too late. The Ming army will surround us and then none of us will be able to escape."

The deputy general was very anxious.

"late!"

Yeerbuhua sighed deeply, and just as he finished speaking, a large number of Ming troops appeared on their flanks.

They wanted to leave, but it was too late!
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"General, don't give up!"

"We have to break out quickly before they form an encirclement!"

"I didn't give up. I just sighed. The Ming army is indeed cunning."

"Pass the order, everyone break out at all costs."

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the horn of breakout sounded.

When all the Chagatai army heard the horn, they looked around hurriedly, only to see Ming troops all around them.

They were surrounding them and suddenly got panicked!
He immediately turned around and ran away...

For a time, the morale of the Chagatai Khanate army was in chaos and it was on the verge of defeat.

Seeing this, how could the Ming army miss the opportunity to give the enemy a beating?

"kill!"

Zhu Yunhuan shouted loudly!
Lead tens of thousands of Ming troops to chase the Chagatai Khanate army!

“Hurry, follow me.”

Led by Zhu Yunhuan, the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun rushed forward rapidly like a black whirlwind.

"what!"

"Quick, kill them quickly!"

"what"

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun pounced into the soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate like hungry wolves.

"kill!"

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

They exude a bloodthirsty aura, and no one survives wherever they go.

Blood dyed the earth red.

Their target was Chagatai's army ahead, and they were determined to capture them all in one fell swoop.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

They shouted and fought hard.

A bloody smell floated in the air, permeating the entire world, making people want to vomit.

Whether they were soldiers or generals, they were all terrified at this moment.

When seeing this scene, everyone’s faces turned pale as paper.

In this situation, they had no power to resist at all.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat quickly!"

The generals of the Chagatai Khanate shouted desperately, trying to escape from the battlefield.

But they haven't gotten very far yet!

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun caught up with them, with tens of thousands of Ming troops behind them.

“Shoot!”

The eighteen riders of Yanyun shouted together.

shhhhhh!
Countless arrows were shot out, instantly nailing these Chagatai Khanate soldiers to the ground.

Fear appeared on their faces and they ran away crawling, trying to escape from the danger zone.

Their backs were covered with cold sweat.

"Kill them all, don't let any of them go!"

Zhu Yunhuan's voice was like a demon from the Netherworld.

"kill!"

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

For a moment, there was the flash of swords and sabers.

Chagatai's army was on the verge of collapse and was chased and beaten by the Ming army. They ran for their lives, lagged behind others, and died under the swords of the Ming army.

(End of this chapter)