Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 179 It’s not that the Japanese army didn’t work hard, but that the enemy is truly invincible

At the exit of the valley, thousands of warriors held sharp blades and stared at them viciously.

The leader was a samurai dressed in black. Based on the family emblem on the back, the young guardian determined that it was from the Ouchi family.

"Baka! Why are these country bumpkins stopping here?"

The little guardian cursed and strode forward to ask what was going on.

"Kill it!"

However, just as he moved, the leading black warrior swung his samurai sword and gave the order to attack.

"Onboard!"

The warriors behind the black-clad warrior roared, and then launched a charge.

"idiot!"

Although I don’t understand what’s going on, the other party who launched the attack is the enemy.

The little guardian drew his katana and swung it forward.

"assault!"

The two sides immediately started fighting at the entrance of the valley.

"Baga, what's going on?"

Ashikaga Yoshimochi, who was about to follow the team into the valley, saw the team suddenly stop and heard shouts of killing in the distance, so he hurriedly asked loudly.

"General, we encountered enemy troops at the exit ahead. They seem to be from the Ouchi family."

A reconnaissance soldier got off the pony and reported loudly.

"Ouchi Morimi, what is this guy doing? Wasn't he defeated by the Ming army? Why is he attacking us?"

Ashikaga Yoshimochi frowned and asked in confusion.

"Perhaps they have betrayed the Great Japanese Gourd Nation."

A minister explained the reason.

Ashikaga Yoshimochi turned around and looked at him suddenly, and the minister returned his look calmly.

Ashikaga Yoshimochi's face was dark and ugly.

This minister obviously knew the news in advance, but he didn't report it to him.

If the timing wasn't wrong, he would have chopped the old guy to death.

"Tell me that I will ..."

"Woooooooo..."

Just as Ashikaga Yoshimochi was about to order his troops to destroy Ouchi Morimitsu's army, the warning sound of a conch shell suddenly sounded from the rear.

The group quickly turned their heads and saw that there was a violent chaos in the direction they came from.

"Baga, what happened again?"

Ashikaga Yoshimochi was going crazy, problems kept happening one after another.

"General, we have discovered an unknown cavalry corps behind us. They are attacking our rear guard. We have suffered heavy casualties and are almost unable to stop them."

A cavalryman with a broken arm ran over with a pale face and reported loudly the situation behind him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell off his horse due to excessive bleeding and died no more.

"No, we fell into a trap."

A feudal lord had a very unpleasant look on his face and expressed his guess.

Blocking in front and killing from behind, it was obviously an ambush arranged in advance.

Hearing this, many people looked at Ashikaga Yoshimochi with dissatisfaction.

Just now the little guard in front reported whether he wanted to go and check it out, but this guy looked arrogant and directly refused.

Now I've fallen into an ambush.

If I had checked it just now, I wouldn't be so passive.

"Humph, they are just two groups of enemies. We have 13 troops. Why should we be afraid of them?"

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Ashikaga Yoshimochi said with a cold face that these were all minor issues.

"Tell me that I will ..."

"Woooooooo..."

However, just as he began to issue his order, a desolate horn sounded suddenly from the peaks on both sides.

"Baga, can you please let this general finish what he is saying?"

Ashikaga Yoshimochi was so angry that he wanted to curse, and he looked up fiercely in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a flag standing on the top of a mountain on one side, and at the same time, countless figures appeared on the mountain.

As a high-ranking general, Ashikaga Yoshimochi knew some Ming characters and could even speak some Ming dialect.

The moment the flag was raised, he could clearly see the words on it.

"bright!"

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Just as Ashikaga Yoshimochi was shocked and angry, countless black smoke rose from the top of the mountain, and a deafening roar was heard at the same time.

"What is this? Divine thunder?"

Ashikaga Yoshimochi was a little confused and didn't understand what weapon made the sound.

"Huhuhu..."

Just as he was wondering, countless black spots roared in from the valley and joined the somewhat confused group of soldiers.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Ashikaga Yoshimochi saw the most shocking scene in his life.

The warriors who were fleeing in panic were hit by those black spots.

Anything that touches the body will shatter, and anything that touches the limbs will break instantly.

The unlucky guy closest to him was hit on the head by a black spot. His brain was gone instantly and blood spurted out from his chest, splashing all over his face.

"What exactly is this?"

Not only Ashikaga Yoshimochi was confused, the team, which was already a disorganized group, was thrown into complete chaos.

You push and shove each other, like headless flies, trying to escape from this death zone.

Some even had bad tempers and, when a few guys blocked their way, they would simply swing their knives and chop down the people who were blocking their way.

My goodness! As more and more people started taking action, the team became completely chaotic.

They all had hatred for each other, and if it weren't for the protection and suppression of the various feudal lords, they would have started fighting among themselves long ago.

That's it. If you don't pay attention to it, several people will be assassinated in duels.

Now that someone had started fighting, coupled with the mental pressure brought by the artillery, they collapsed instantly and started killing each other.

At this moment, no one remembered Ashikaga Yoshimochi's heroic words before setting out. All they had in their hearts was fear and killing.

Anyone who dares to block them will be struck down without hesitation.

The artillery on the top of the mountain roared, and iron balls whizzed into the group of squash, intensifying the chaos.

On the top of the mountain, Zhu Zhanjun was observing the effect of the bombardment through a telescope. Seeing that the Japanese army below was in complete chaos, he raised his hand and drew the knife from his waist.

"Kill!" "Brothers, kill!"

Xiaohu Wang Jun and others who had been on standby for a long time shouted and launched the attack.

Zhu Zhanjun divided the team into four parts.

The samurai under Ouchi Morimi were responsible for blocking the exit.

This was a test given to him by Zhu Zhanjun. If he could complete the task, Zhu Zhanjun would take him in as a real dog and be responsible for guarding the Japanese area.

The other part was led by Wu Sangui. Three thousand cavalrymen hid in an area. After the attack order was issued, they launched an attack from the rear, cutting off the enemy's retreat and disrupting the enemy's order.

The rest were led by Xiaohu and Wang Jun.

Xiaohu led 3000 ghost-faced soldiers, and Wang Jun led the fleet's combatants to launch an attack from the mountains on both sides.

Zheng Zilong did not come because he needed to protect the fleet and the Iwami Silver Mine. Zhu Zhanjun only brought his deputy and half of the ship's artillery.

Under the watchful eyes of Zhu Zhanjun, as the Ming army launched a charge, the Japanese army collapsed instantly.

In particular, the ghost-faced soldiers who were responsible for launching the first wave of charge entered the gourd array as if they were entering an empty space, slashing and killing their way forward.

"Your Highness, General Wu's cavalry corps has arrived."

One of the guards protecting Zhu Zhanjun pointed to the back of the group with surprise.

Zhu Zhanjun raised his telescope and looked over.

Wu Sangui led the cavalry corps, covered in blood, charging through the ranks of the Japanese army, and no enemy could stop them.

Behind them, there were corpses lying all over the ground.

"Victory is determined!"

Zhu Zhanjun put away the telescope with satisfaction.

"Clap clap clap..."

Lao Zhu and others who were watching the battle in the space clapped their hands in satisfaction.

Zhu Zhanjun planned the entire battle alone, and none of them put forward any ideas or suggestions.

It’s not that they don’t want to help, but this battle is a test for Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun has also studied with them for two or three years, and now it is time for a practical test.

It just so happened that the overall combat effectiveness of these squashes was not very good, so Old Zhu suggested using them as a test for Zhu Zhanjun this time.

The result made everyone very satisfied.

The result of the battle was a complete one-sided crushing.

Although they knew that there were advantages in equipment and soldier quality, that was how war was, there was no such thing as equality.

Either one side is weak or one side is strong.

In a battle, the enemy will not give in to you just because you are weak. That is totally impossible.

"Alas, the child has finally grown up."

Old Zhu, who was observing the entire battlefield through the screen, couldn't help but sigh and said to the people around him: "When this kid first commanded the army, he couldn't even tell the army's organization. Now he has finally become a general who can take on important responsibilities."

After saying this, he looked at Xu Da beside him with a proud look.

"So, I can teach you well, right?"

Xu Da rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "You are teaching others with your limited skills. Don't mislead the young man. This child is smart. If he were a duller one, and fought according to your method, he would be just like Zhao Kuo."

Old Zhu was not angry. Instead, he said proudly, "Xu Tiande, you are just jealous of my great-grandson. Look at your great-grandson, he eats, drinks and plays all day long, and he has no skills at all. To put it nicely, he is a playboy, to put it bluntly, he is a good-for-nothing."

Xu Da snorted disdainfully: "So what? The future emperor of your Zhu family will be half of our Xu family's blood. You are his great-grandfather, and I am still his great-grandfather. You are not taking advantage of him."

"Besides, I am the security guard, and you are a farmhand. I hold a knife, and you hold a hoe."

"You are a man holding a hoe, how can you have the confidence to show off to someone like me holding a knife?"

"Xu Tiande!"

Old Zhu's voice suddenly rose and he slammed the table.

"I was your emperor after all, can't you just give in to me for once?"

Xu Da picked up a big duck pear next to him, took a bite, and looked at Lao Zhu calmly.

"cannot!"

"Dig!"

Old Zhu was furious, picked up the hoe beside him and shouted: "Xu Tiande, I want to duel with you, I want to teach you a lesson and let you know what it means to be the boss, the second to the world, and the third to me."

"Okay, Zhu Laosan!"

"puff!"

The battle ended at dusk.

Teams of Japanese captives, with their thumbs tied up and covering their pumpkin-like heads, lined up and were escorted by the samurai of the Ouchi family. They gathered in several areas and waited for their unknown fate.

"General, we have fulfilled our mission."

When Ouchi Sheng saw Zhu Zhanjun covered in blood, he limped to him and knelt down respectfully to pay homage.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded: "You did a good job, but it's not enough to get my approval!"

After saying that, he waved and turned to leave.

Ouchi Morimi knelt on the ground until the footsteps faded away. Then he raised his head and looked at Wu Sangui who was cleaning the blood off his body beside him.

He stood up, walked forward, and bowed 90 degrees.

"Please give me some advice, General Wu!"

Although he understood the Ming language, he still hadn't understood some of its profound meanings.

Zhu Zhanjun couldn't explain it, so he could only ask Wu Sangui, his future partner.

His attitude was very clear. He treated Zhu Zhanjun with the courtesy of master and servant, and treated Wu Sangui and others with the courtesy of subordinates.

Wu Sangui was very satisfied that this guy was so sensible.

Throw the blood-red rag in your hand into the basin.

Ouchi Shengjian hurried forward to help clean up, and then helped Wu Sangui wipe the bloodstains on his back that he couldn't reach.

Wu Sangui was even more satisfied and decided to give some guidance to his future subordinate.

"Do you understand our Yanhuang culture?"

"I only know a little!" Ouchi Shengjian replied humbly.

Their family had many trade exchanges with the Ming Dynasty, and his father was also very respectful to the Ming Dynasty.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Zhu Zhanjun chose their Da Nei family instead of others.

"Have you heard of the Battle of Changping?"

Wu Sangui spoke slowly.

Ouchi Morijian suddenly stopped wiping the armor with his hands, but he was busy again after only a moment.

After wiping the blood off Wu Sangui's back, he took a step back and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance, I now understand what to do."

Wu Sangui smiled with relief, but he did not forget to explain: "Ashikaga Yoshimochi offended the majesty of heaven. Keep him and bring him back to the Ming Dynasty for punishment."

Ouchi Morimi bowed again, turned around, took the samurai sword handed to him by his subordinates, and strode towards the prisoner camp.

(End of this chapter)