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

Chapter 195 The Best of the Game: Horse King Kangxi
"Dong dong dong dong dong dong..."

On the broad plain, the two legions stood facing each other.

The flags were waving, the spears were like a forest, and the murderous aura penetrated into the bone marrow.

Zhu Zhanjun got a set of armor from Zhu Houzhao and held a lance in his hand.

The red tassel fluttered under the cold blade, looking indescribably elegant and heroic.

"Follow me closely later. With me here, nothing will happen to the two of you."

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the Tatar Legion in the distance and gave instructions to the two bruised-faced guys beside him.

Lao Zhu decided to command this battle personally.

Poor Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Qizhen were also ordered by Old Zhu to go to the battlefield.

Especially Zhu Qizhen. Old Zhu has already explained that he must chop off a few heads in this battle to wash away the shame, otherwise he will have to farm for the rest of his life and will never have the chance to go out for fun again.

But after all, they are our own descendants, in order to give these two guys some protection so that they will not die on the battlefield.

Old Zhu asked them to follow Zhu Zhanjun.

Old Zhu knew Zhu Zhanjun's abilities very well, so it was no problem for him to protect both of them.

"Woooooooo..."

Suddenly, a horn sounded, and a Tatar general rushed out from the opposite side, pointing at the Ming army camp with a mace in his hand and shouting.

"I am the First Baturu under Dayan Khan. You two-legged sheep of the Ming Dynasty, dare you come out and fight me?"

Such a scene made everyone stunned.

Fighting general!

They didn't expect that the events in the story of the novel would actually happen before their eyes.

I looked at the opposite side speechlessly and couldn't help but complain in my heart.

"These barbarians must have taken the stories in the vernacular novels as military tactics."

Although it is speechless, I have to fight back when the enemy challenges me, otherwise I will be laughed at.

"Grandmaster, I will go and kill this bastard."

Zhang Yong clasped his fists towards Lao Zhu, wanting to show off and take the first place.

As a result, Lao Zhu didn't even look at him.

The guy who was knocked down by Zhu Zhanjun with a stick still wanted to fight with the enemy. Wasn't he afraid of being stabbed to death by the stick?

Being stabbed to death doesn't matter, but losing face for the Ming army and losing momentum is a big deal.

Old Zhu took out a flag and raised it slightly.

A soldier holding the Xuanshui flag rode out quickly and headed straight for the cavalry corps on the right wing.

Seeing the flags coming, Zhu Houzhao was very excited and said to Zhu Zhanjun: "Grandpa Gaozu, please let me go."

Zhu Zhanjun hasn't spoken yet.

Zhu Qizhen said with disdain on his face: "Forget it, you can't even beat me. Look at that guy, his arms are as thick as your legs, and the barbs of his mace are longer than your head. Are you sure you're not going to die if you go up to him?"

"Besides, you are an emperor. Fighting alone in front of so many soldiers will not be glorious if you win, but will be embarrassing if you lose. You will only cause trouble if you go up there."

"Who said I can't beat you?" Zhu Houzhao looked unconvinced and angrily said, "If it weren't for the fact that you are my great grandfather, I would have punched you in the head like a rotten watermelon hammer."

"you……"

"Okay, you two have no regard for time when you quarrel."

Zhu Zhanjun gave a scolding and then raised the lance in his hand. Wu Sangui, who was behind him, raised the flag in his hand high and waved it vigorously.

"Dong dong dong..."

The war drums sounded vigorously, Zhu Zhanjun kicked the horse's belly, and Kangxi, who had been called over overnight, stepped out gracefully.

As Kangxi took a step forward, his height, which was already conspicuous among the cavalry, was instantly exposed to everyone.

"Hiss, is this a horse? This must be an elephant."

Many people took a breath.

However, when they saw the person sitting on the horse, many people's eyes lit up instantly.

He has an upright, handsome and majestic figure, and the maroon cloak fluttering in the wind makes him look even more majestic.

"Da da da……"

Kangxi slowly increased his speed, the sound of horse hooves hitting the drums, exuding a fierce and oppressive aura, and headed straight for the No. 1 Batur.

When the Tatars saw people standing up from the Ming army, their eyes widened.

Mongolian horses are known for their strong endurance, but they have a natural flaw: they are short in stature.

Among all the horses, it is only slightly bigger than the Japanese foal.

Normally, it is barely enough to fight against the Ming army.

As Kangxi stood up, his tall stature was amazing.

Not to mention the No. 1 Baturu holding the mace, even the horse under his crotch looked up in shock, with its mouth wide open and its eyes rounded.

When the two sides were within ten feet of each other, the contrast became even more striking.

Zhu Zhanjun is a tall man, and when people look at him, they feel like they are looking up at him.

The First Baturu on the opposite side, although also strong, was riding a Mongolian horse. Compared with Zhu Zhanjun, he looked like a big bear riding on a dog. The feeling of incongruity was extremely awkward.

"Gudong!"

Looking at the generals of the Ming army who stood up, the First Baturu swallowed his saliva.

This is not because of fear, but because of greed.

He looked straight at Kangxi, swallowing his saliva, and muttered in a low voice: "Oh, oh, I want this horse."

He raised the mace in his hand fiercely, looked up at Zhu Zhanjun, and said with contempt: "Little kid, hand over the horse if you know what's best for you. For the sake of the horse, I, Baturu, can spare your life."

"puff!"

Before Zhu Zhanjun could answer, Kangxi spitted at him with disdain and looked at the little kid in front of him with contempt.

Uh, I was actually mocked by a horse.

Looking at the horse's obvious contempt, the No. 1 Baturu instantly became annoyed, raised his mace and rushed forward.

Zhu Zhanjun did not move, nor did he raise the weapon in his hand. He just quietly watched the guy rushing towards him.

"What is Second Uncle doing? Why aren't you charging yet?"

Seeing Zhu Zhanjun sitting motionless on his horse, Zhu Qizhen became worried. "Could it be that my second great-grandfather was frightened on his first battlefield?"

Zhu Houzhao expressed his guess.

Wu Sangui, who was standing next to them, glanced at the two men and reminded them, “Your Highness, when you were only seven years old, you led dozens of people across thousands of miles of wasteland and icebergs, fighting against wild wolves and beasts.”

"He came back and led a large army to fight against the Tatars."

"How could I be frightened by such a small scene?"

"Then why hasn't Second Great Grandfather moved yet?"

Zhu Houzhao asked back in disbelief.

Wu Sangui ignored him and turned to look at the battle site in the middle.

Not to mention the two of them, he was actually a little confused as well.

Many generals also talked about this, and the Tatars even laughed sarcastically.

Under the gazes of both sides with various mentalities, Zhu Zhanjun and the first Baturu quickly met.

"Whoa, kill!"

Baturu raised his mace and even half sat up.

There was no way. Kangxi was too tall, and Zhu Zhanjun was sitting on the horse. If Kangxi didn't sit up halfway, he wouldn't be able to hit Zhu Zhanjun at all, but would hit the horse instead.

He didn't want to hurt the BMW, so he half sat up.

close, close...

Under the tense gaze of both sides, the two met quickly.

"puff!"

Suddenly, the motionless Kangxi raised one of his horseshoes.

In a flash, the horse's hoof pushed aside the mace and collided directly with a black face.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared blankly at the headless corpse that had its head kicked in and was dragged to the side by the foal.

"Is this, is this all?"

Some people still didn't believe it and rubbed their eyes hard to make sure they were not hallucinating.

"Hahahaha... Number One Baturu can't even beat a horse. This is the only strength of your number one master on the grassland."

Zhu Houzhao laughed heartily and even stood up from his horse, whistling loudly and mockingly.

When the Ming army heard Zhu Houzhao's voice, they reacted and burst into cheers instantly.

"Mighty, mighty, mighty!"

The soldiers hit the armor on the chest of the shield with their weapons and roared with excitement.

The war drummers beat the war drums excitedly along with the soldiers' shouts.

Kangxi gracefully shook his hoof, shook off the two pieces of tofu pudding on it, rubbed it on the ground, and looked at the opposite side with contempt.

At the same time, it kept chirping, reminding Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun was very upset. He turned around and waved. Zhu Qizhen and Zhu Houzhao rode their horses excitedly over.

After whispering in the ears of the two men, Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up instantly, and he shouted at the other side at the top of his voice: "Kangxi, the first horse king of the Ming Dynasty, is here, who dares to step forward and fight!"

"Fizz!"

Kangxi also cooperated by raising his horse's hooves, looking up and neighing loudly, looking provocatively at the Tatar army opposite.

Wow, with his roar, the horse king's aura instantly burst out.

The Mongolian pony on the opposite side couldn't help but retreat and lowered its head.

Some mares had shining eyes and kept twisting their buttocks, exuding the breath of spring.

"kill!"

Dayan Khan had a cold face, raised his whip and gave the order to charge. He was determined to capture this horse that brought shame to the Mongols and breed it with all the mares until the day when the horse was exhausted to death.

"Woooooooo..."

"dong dong dong dong..."

Trumpets and drums sounded simultaneously on both sides.

"Kill!"

Wu Sangui roared, raised his saber, and rushed out fiercely with the 1000 Guanning cavalry behind him and 5000 cavalry organized by the Ming army.

Zhu Zhanjun raised the lance in his hand and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

Kangxi, who had been on standby, raised his horse's hooves instantly and rushed directly towards the Tatar army on the opposite side with Zhu Zhanjun with unmatched momentum.

The two sides hit each other like waves in an instant.

The moment the two sides collided, blood splattered and countless lives were lost in an instant.

The cavalry corps behind Zhu Zhanjun was divided into two parts.

One of them, led by 500 Guanning cavalry, followed closely behind Zhu Zhanjun.

Another step followed behind Wu Sangui.

The two of them turned into charging arrows, and the enemies retreated wherever they went.

The two war horses of Kangxi and Aobai galloped across the battlefield.

While their master was hacking and killing with the weapon in his hand, the two of them were not idle either, their hooves were flying and their mouths were open biting.

The two cavalry corps, led by Zhu Zhanjun and Wu Sangui, divided the Tatar corps into pieces.

The main force of the Ming army, under the command of Zhu Yuanzhang, followed the cavalry team and swallowed up the separated Tatar legions one by one.

When the sun set, the bloody battle that lasted the whole day officially came to an end.

Looking at the Tatar army fleeing in the distance, Zhu Zhanjun, whose body was covered in blood, raised the spear in his hand high.

The fighting on the battlefield had already ended and the Ming army was looking at the figure sitting on a tall warhorse holding a lance.

Zhu Zhanjun turned around and looked at everyone, roaring at the top of his voice.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

The strings in the soldiers' hearts were instantly plucked. The injured soldiers, even those with broken legs, stubbornly got up from the ground, raised their hands and beat their chests towards the tall figure.

"Great Ming will win, win, win"

(End of this chapter)