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

Zhu Yunhuan led the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and charged forward, unstoppable all the way, heading straight for Yeerbuhua.

"Oh no, General, someone is catching up with us."

Yeerbuhua was running desperately. When he heard this, he turned around and saw Zhu Yunhuan and his men chasing after him.

"The thief will leave!"

Seeing Zhu Zhu Yunxun's ferocious look, Yeerbuhua was horrified.

"Stop him, stop him, quickly!"

Upon hearing this, several generals immediately stopped and turned their horses around to charge towards Zhu Yunhuan.

When Zhu Yunhuan saw several generals of the Chagatai Khanate turning their horses around and galloping towards him, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He raised the spear in his hand high and shouted loudly: "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, follow me and charge!"

Before he finished his words, Zhu Yunhuan rushed out like an arrow, followed closely by the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, sweeping in like a black storm.

The sound of horse hooves roared, dust rose, and it seemed that the only unstoppable force left between heaven and earth was this one.

The leading Chagatai general, wearing heavy armor and holding a broad saber, rushed towards Zhu Yunhuan with a grin.

He was confident of his immense strength and superb swordsmanship and wanted to establish himself as a military hero in front of Zhu Yunhuan.

However, when his spear collided with Zhu Yunhuan's, he suddenly realized that the opponent's strength was far superior to his.

"clang!"

With a loud bang, General Chagatai felt his arm go numb and his saber almost slipped out of his hand.

He was horrified and retreated quickly, but he saw Zhu Yunhuan's spear following him like a shadow, with the tip of the spear drawing a silver arc in the air and heading straight for his throat.

The thief hurriedly raised his knife to resist, but it was too late.

The spear was as fast as lightning, instantly penetrating his armor and piercing his chest.

A trace of unwillingness and fear flashed across the general's eyes, and then he fell to the ground powerlessly, his blood staining the yellow sand red.

Led by Zhu Yunhuan, the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from a mountain.

They were skilled in riding and swordsmanship, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the enemy's wailing and fall.

The soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate had never seen such a ferocious enemy. Their morale was greatly reduced and they retreated one after another.

The remaining generals of Chagatai were no ordinary men.

They quickly adjusted their tactics and no longer confronted Zhu Yunhuan head-on. Instead, they dispersed and took advantage of the terrain and numbers, trying to use guerrilla warfare to consume Zhu Yunhuan's physical strength and will.

A general rode a fast horse around Zhu Yunhuan's flank and suddenly attacked, shooting an arrow at his back.

Zhu Yunhuan reacted quickly, and the arrow flew past the corner of his clothes.

But he was not distracted by this. The spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly piercing the attacker's chest.

At the same time, another general led a group of soldiers to encircle the enemy from the rear.

They held bows and arrows and kept shooting at Zhu Yunhuan and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.

Arrows rained down like rain, forcing Zhu Yunhuan and others to be on guard at all times.

Faced with the enemy's cunning tactics, Zhu Yunhuan did not panic.

He calmly analyzed the battlefield situation and responded quickly.

He ordered the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun to be divided into two teams. One team, led by him personally, would continue to attack the enemy head-on; the other team, commanded by his deputy general, would go around the enemy's rear and launch a surprise attack.

Following Zhu Yunhuan's order, the two teams acted quickly.

The vanguard led by Zhu Yunhuan swept through the enemy camp like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and the enemies fell one after another wherever they went.

The rear team led by the deputy general appeared behind the enemy like a ghost and launched a fierce attack.

The generals of the Chagatai Khanate were horrified when they saw this. They did not expect Zhu Yunhuan to be so cunning and able to quickly see through their tactics and respond.

For a time, they were caught in a dilemma of being attacked from both sides.

Zhu Yunhuan rushed left and right in the enemy's formation as if he was in an empty space.

His spear was invincible. No matter whether it was a heavily armored soldier or an elite cavalryman, they were as fragile as pieces of paper under his spear.

His eyes were firm and cold, as if he wanted to trample all enemies under his feet.

A Chagatai general felt a surge of anger when he saw Zhu Yunhuan being so brave.

He shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhu Yunhuan, waving the sword in his hand.

The two men collided in an instant, and the flashes of swords and guns intertwined into one.

This general's swordsmanship was tricky and ruthless, and each of his moves was aimed directly at Zhu Yunhuan's vital points.

But Zhu Yunhuan was not afraid at all. Relying on his superb martial arts and extraordinary courage, he fought with the generals to a standstill.

The two men fought back and forth in an extremely fierce battle. The surrounding soldiers retreated one after another for fear of being hit by their weapons.

However, just as the two were fighting fiercely, Zhu Yunhuan suddenly moved to the side and thrust out his spear like a dragon emerging from the sea. The tip of the spear drew a silver lightning in the air and went straight to the general's throat.

The man was horrified and raised his sword to block. However, Zhu Yunhuan's spear was so powerful and fast that he was unable to resist.

"Pfft!"

With a slight sound, the spear penetrated the general's armor and pierced his throat.

A trace of unwillingness and despair flashed in his eyes, and then he fell to the ground powerlessly.

His blood dyed the yellow sand red and also announced his defeat.

With the fall of this general, the morale of the soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate was greatly reduced.

When they saw how brave and invincible Zhu Yunhuan was, an irresistible sense of fear arose in their hearts.

They began to retreat one after another, and some even dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Zhu Yunhuan did not stop. He continued to lead the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun to charge into the enemy's formation.

His spear reaped the lives of his enemies like the god of death's scythe, and every swing was accompanied by the enemies' wails and falls.

Under the fierce attack of Zhu Yunhuan and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, the soldiers of the Chagatai Khanate completely collapsed.

They dropped their weapons, surrendered or fled, and the only sounds on the battlefield were the sound of horses' hooves pursuing Zhu Yunhuan and his men and the wailing of the enemy.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Yeerbuhua felt a sense of despair in his heart.

He ran desperately, trying to escape from this horrific battlefield.

However, Zhu Yunhuan followed him closely, as if he wanted to crush him completely under his feet.

"The thief will leave!"

Zhu Yunhuan shouted loudly, and his voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder.

He increased his speed and instantly closed the distance between him and Yeerbuhua.

Yeerbuhua looked back in horror, only to see Zhu Yunhuan's spear stabbing towards him like lightning.

clang……

A shrill voice was heard!

The weapon in Yeerbuhua's hand almost slipped out of his hand, and his knuckles were hurt by the shock.

"Don't panic, General. I'm here to help you!"

"Don't be so arrogant, you little brat!"

"Bah!"

The deputy general shouted loudly and swung the big knife in his hand straight down at Zhu Yunhuan's face. The knife was so powerful that if it hit Zhu Yunhuan, he would probably be split into two.

"go to hell!"

Zhu Yunhuan snorted coldly, and the spear in his hand twisted and deformed like a spirit snake, turning into a black shadow and stabbing towards the deputy general's waist.

The deputy general was startled and hurriedly raised his knife to block.

clang!
The swords collided, sparks flew, and the two men each took two steps back.

Zhu Yunxun stared at the other person with a cold gaze, his eyes full of murderous intent: "You're looking for death!"

"Today, I will send you off."

The deputy general laughed wildly, kicked his legs, leaped up, and slashed at Zhu Yunhuan's head with his sword like a meteor. Yeerbuhua was not idle either, and slashed at Zhu Yunhuan with his scimitar.

Facing the fierce attack of his deputy general and the sneak attack of Yeerbuhua, Zhu Yunhuan did not show any panic at all.

He turned his body to the side, easily avoiding the deputy general's sword that was slashing down like a meteor. At the same time, the spear in his hand changed direction in an instant like a snake emerging from a cave and stabbed towards Yerbuhua.

When Yeerbuhua saw the spear coming at him, he was shocked and quickly retracted the scimitar and held it across his chest to block it.

However, Zhu Yunhuan's shot was not a real move, but just a feint.

While Yeerbuhua was defending, he suddenly turned his body to the side, and his spear pierced through the deputy general's chest in an instant like a dragon emerging from the sea.

A gleam of disbelief flashed in the deputy general's eyes. He didn't expect that he would die at the hands of Zhu Yunhuan.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground weakly.

When Yeerbuhua saw this, he felt a strong sense of fear in his heart.

He didn't expect that Zhu Yunhuan's spear skills were so exquisite that even a master like him could hardly resist.

He didn't dare to be careless anymore, and quickly calmed his mind and concentrated on dealing with Zhu Yunhuan's attack.

Zhu Yunhuan looked at Yeerbuhua coldly, the spear in his hand moving in the air like a poisonous snake, looking for the opponent's weakness.

He knew that Yeerbuhua was a fierce general of the Chagatai Khanate and his strength should not be underestimated. If he wanted to defeat him, he had to go all out.

Yeerbuhua took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and launched another attack.

He kicked his legs and pounced on Zhu Yunhun like a cheetah, the scimitar in his hand flashing with cold light, as if he wanted to cut Zhu Yunhun in half.

Zhu Yunhuan lightly moved to the side and easily avoided Yeerbuhua's attack.

He took advantage of the situation and stabbed Yeerbuhua's ribs in an instant with his spear as fast as lightning.

Yeerbuhua reacted quickly and blocked with his scimitar.

However, Zhu Yunhuan's shot was so powerful that he felt a huge force coming, and the scimitar in his hand was actually shaken out of his hand.

Yeerbuhua was shocked. He didn't expect Zhu Yunhuan's power to be so amazing.

He quickly took a few steps back, trying to distance himself from Zhu Yunhuan.

However, Zhu Yunhuan followed closely, his spear moving in the air like a dragon, constantly looking for opportunities to attack.

The two of them fought back and forth, and the fight was extremely fierce.

Yeerbuhua's skills were indeed extraordinary, and he was able to narrowly avoid Zhu Yunhuan's attacks every time.

However, as time went on, he gradually felt exhausted.

Zhu Yunhuan seized the opportunity and suddenly used a unique skill.

He moved his body to the side, and the spear pierced through Yeerbuhua's left arm in an instant like a snake emerging from a cave.

Yeerbuhua let out a scream and the scimitar in his hand fell weakly to the ground.

Zhu Yunhuan did not stop. He took advantage of the situation and stabbed Yeerbuhua's throat with his spear like lightning.

A trace of despair flashed in Yeerbuhua's eyes, he knew that he was powerless to turn the situation around.

However, at this critical moment, he suddenly turned his body to the side and hit Zhu Yunhuan's spear with his right shoulder.

puff...

Blood immediately spurted out from his shoulder.

Blood spurted out and splashed on Zhu Yunhuan's face.

Zhu Yunhuan was stunned. He had never expected that Yeerbuhua could actually dodge the fatal blow.

Yeerbuhua gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, grabbed his left arm with his right hand, and pulled it hard.

Chi!
Blood was spilt everywhere and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

Blood instantly splattered on Zhu Yunhuan's robe.

He grabbed the reins and wanted to run, but how could Zhu Yunhuan let him do as he wished?
Zhu Yunze's figure flashed and came to Yeerbuhua's side like a ghost.

Zhu Yunhuan turned his wrist and the spear stabbed out like a poisonous snake, instantly blocking all of Yeerbuhua's escape routes.

A hint of horror flashed across Yeerbuhua's eyes. He didn't expect Zhu Yunhuan's speed to be so fast that he arrived in front of him in just a moment.

At this moment, he felt the threat of death.

Just as Zhu Yunhuan's spear was about to pierce his heart, he suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand.

clang!
The spear in Zhu Yunhuan's hand hit the scimitar, sparks flew, and a tiny crack appeared on the scimitar.

Yeerbuhua flew backwards in an instant and fell heavily to the ground.

The blow made his face turn purple from the pain, and before he could recover, Zhu Yunhuan had already arrived in front of him.

He pointed the spear directly at his throat, making him unable to move.

"You are defeated, surrender!"

"Perhaps I can spare your life!"

"you……"

Yeerbuhua felt extremely aggrieved when he saw the high-spirited Zhu Yunhuan.

"Who are you?"

"Is it Zhu Xiongying? Or Zhu Yunhuan?"

"The King of Wu of the Ming Dynasty—Zhu Yunxun!"

Hearing this, Ye'er Buhua felt disappointed.

The fighting ability of these two brothers has spread like wildfire among the upper echelons of the Chagatai Khanate, and now it has fallen into the hands of one of them.

If you want to run away, the dog will have to lick all the noodles, the chicken will have to eat all the rice, and the fire will have to burn through the chain.

"Zhu Yunhuan, I admit that you are very powerful, and your Ming Dynasty is also very powerful, but the generals of my Chagatai Khanate are not cowards either."

"You want me to surrender? Dream on!"

"It is fate that I fell into your hands today. Kill me if you want!"

"There are no surrendered generals in the Chagatai Khanate!"

As he said this, he closed his eyes and waited for Zhu Yunhuan to take action.

"Ha ha……"

"He's a man, not bad!"

"That makes me think highly of you!"

"But that's all. You're still going to die!"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared!
puff...

A head flew high into the air, then fell to the ground, rolled around and stopped.

Yeerbuhua's body was like a fountain, gushing blood continuously.

At the same time, the Ming army also formed a siege and surrounded Chagatai's army.

Zhu Yunhuan grabbed Yeerbuhua's head and held it high, then shouted:
"Yerbuhua is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Yerbuhua is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Yerbuhua is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"..."

Zhu Yunhuan's voice penetrated the entire battlefield, and everyone looked at him, whether they were Ming troops or enemies.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

When Li Jinglong saw this scene, he immediately started shouting.

Seeing this, the soldiers followed suit and started shouting.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

(End of this chapter)