My father is Jiajing

Chapter 164 We Are One
fierce!
It’s so fucking fierce!
Zhu Zaigui never dreamed that Huang Jin, who seemed harmless, could be so ferocious when he attacked.

He was seen riding his warhorse into the Tatar camp, slashing with his sword, leaving no living creature anywhere he passed.

Looking at such a ferocious Huang Jin, Zhu Zaigui was almost stunned.

Is this still the usual smiling eunuch? The force he burst out was as if he had practiced the "Sunflower Manual".

Of course, Zhu Zaigui was not in too bad a situation. Under the protection of his personal guards, he was like a hungry wolf breaking into a sheepfold. The long knife in his hand was like the fangs of a hungry wolf. Every time he bared his teeth, he would bite off a sheep's neck.

The Tatar soldiers stationed and recuperating in the Tatar camp never dreamed that one day they would become as helpless and weak as sheep.

The counterattack they tried to stop in panic was of no use at all. They were directly dispersed by the Ming cavalry that rushed in, and then ruthlessly harvested by the butcher knives raised by the Ming cavalry.

Guruge, who was enjoying himself comfortably in the big tent, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he heard the noise outside. The kumis in his hand couldn't help but tremble and fell to the ground, leaving a pool of beige stain.

"what's going on?"

Guruge stood up nervously and excitedly, grabbed the sword beside him and shouted outside.

The guards outside were so panicked at this moment that they forgot to inform their masters.

Guruge didn't hear anyone respond to him, and his fear increased. He carefully held the scimitar in his hand, approached the curtain of the tent, and then quietly raised it.

The scene that came into Guruge's eyes at this moment was like a portrayal of hell on earth.

He saw a group of Ming cavalry, like demons from hell, rushing into the Tatar camp recklessly. They were killing and killing people everywhere in the camp, setting fire while they were killing.

The frightened Tatar soldiers were like headless flies at this time, not knowing where to go.

Guruge was terrified and he took a few steps back involuntarily, but he soon came to his senses. He knew very well that there was no chance of survival if he hid in such a camp, and the only way to survive was to give it a try and rush into the current Tatar camp, only then would he have a hope of escaping.

Therefore, even though Guruge was extremely frightened at this time, he was still thinking about rushing out.

Guruge did not dare to delay any longer, because he had seen that the Ming cavalry charging towards him were no more than a hundred steps away from his tent. If he could not escape within this gap of a hundred steps, he might never escape.

Guruge rushed out of his tent with a scimitar in his hand. Looking at the warhorse tied beside the tent, he rushed over without hesitation, cut the rope that tied the horse with one knife, then jumped on the horse and tried to escape.

Zhu Zaigui looked up and saw a Tatar who rushed out of the tent and climbed onto a horse in panic and was about to run away. Wasn't this questioning Zhu Zaigui's order to leave no one alive?

Therefore, Zhu Zaigui could not allow the man in front of him, who was suspected to be the Tatar leader, to escape like this.

Zhu Zaigui pulled the reins in his hand and rode his horse to chase after them. The two wind-like shadows instantly jumped up in the Tatar camp.

The warhorse under Zhu Zaigui's crotch had long been replaced by a grassland horse with greater speed and endurance, and it was also Zhamu's previous mount.

So in this familiar environment, the warhorse under his crotch leaped as if it had returned home, and soon rushed behind Guluge. Zhu Zaiqi shouted, "Stop! I'm here, you still want to run?"

When Guruge, who was running for his life in front, heard Zhu Zaigui's loud shout, his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He was not as studious as his other brothers, and he could not understand Zhu Zaigui's Chinese at all.

But fear told him that even if he didn't understand the words, they contained a deadly threat, and if he didn't run, he would die.

So Guruge ignored Zhu Zaigui's shouting. He urged the horse under him even harder, thinking about how to escape.

But fate seemed to be playing a joke on him. The barricades they had built around the camp with great difficulty seemed like a natural barrier blocking his way to life. The horse under him could not leap over the barricades and escape as he had imagined.

When his horse reached the chevaux de frise, no matter how much Guruge urged him, his horse still slowed down urgently, for fear of running headfirst into the sharp wooden spikes on the chevaux de frise.

Seeing this, Zhu Zaigui laughed out loud, and his horse rushed forward without any hesitation. Zhu Zaigui slashed at Guruge's neck with the long knife in his hand.

Guruge was so frightened by the fatal knife that he shrank back and fell off his horse in a panic. He then rolled on the ground and fortunately avoided Zhu Zaigui's fatal knife.

Guruge shouted on the ground: "I am the son of Khan Alda, you can't kill me!"

Unfortunately, Zhu Zaigui’s cultural level was not high and he could not understand the Mongolian spoken by Guruge.

So no matter how Guruge shouted and begged for mercy, Zhu Zaigui's next blow still came at him mercilessly.

Guruge's head seemed to be free from gravity and flew towards the sky, but before he flew very high, gravity, which had originally forgotten it, began to take effect again, and his head fell to the ground with a thud, just like a large watermelon falling freely.

Guruge's head rolled on the ground a few more times, his pupils were filled with disbelief and fear. At this moment he was still unwilling to believe that he was going to die. His thoughts suddenly stopped, his pupils gradually dilated, and an invisible darkness completely submerged his consciousness.

The once arrogant Guruge finally completed his mission in the world and returned to the embrace of Changshengtian, whom he had always believed in. Of course, Zhu Zaigui was not sure whether Changshengtian was willing to take him in.

Zhu Zaiqi looked at Guluge's head on the ground and snorted, "I told you not to run away, but you ran away. In the end, you even cursed me in a language that I couldn't understand. If I don't chop you off, who else should I chop?"

Zhu Zaigui didn't even look at Guruge again, as if what he was killing was just an ordinary chicken that was not worth his attention at all.

Huang Jin was also very enthusiastic in killing. This was the first time he had killed someone so excitingly. He never dreamed that the Tatar bandits who were described as extremely vicious and arrogant in the memorials could be killed at will like cutting melons and vegetables. This made Huang Jin's excitement swell.

"Ha! Don't run! Our knife is very sharp. It won't hurt at all."

Huang Jin was chasing after a wounded Tatar soldier who was wearing bandages and clinging to his horse's neck as he fled.

When the poor wounded man being chased by Huang Jin heard the voice behind him, he also excitedly replied: "Don't kill me, I am the governor of Duoyan Guard appointed by the Ming Dynasty, we are family!"

(End of this chapter)