The Holy Emperor of Ming

Chapter 313 Battle
There was no other reason. The 130,000-man army of 13 wings could not outrun the Emperor Wu’s dragon cavalry, which only had 10,000 men.

Once they escape, even logistics will become a big problem.

Faced with the attack of Emperor Wu's dragon cavalry, Temujin could only fight head-on.

Although he had a bad feeling, he was still more confident.

With Thirteen Wings in his hand and the help of three powerful celestial beings, what does he have to fear in such a big world?
Without this confidence, he would not have come this far.

“Hahaha.” Suddenly, Temujin laughed heartily and said confidently, “Don’t think too much about it. If Zhu Houzhao dares to come, then let him come.

How could I, the Mongols, be afraid of him?

It would be even better if he didn't run away and dared to fight my army head-on."

"Hahaha."

Inside the tent, the thirteen wing generals, each of whom had an extraordinary aura, suddenly burst into laughter. Their morale was extremely high and they were full of confidence.

The Xiao brothers looked at each other and nodded secretly.

Temujin was indeed not an ordinary person. He could always raise the morale of his subordinates to the peak.

That kind of heroic spirit is hard to find in the world.

Only he can resist Zhu Houzhao.

Before the countries of the world had time to react, two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry, led by Zhu Houzhao himself, was not fast and took two full days to travel a distance of more than 400 miles.

On the afternoon of December 27, Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry camped more than 30 miles away from the Thirteenth Wing of the Mongols.

The atmosphere between the two armies became extremely solemn silently.

There were countless spies around who had been alarmed and were looking at the two armies in horror.

They didn't know what was going on, but Emperor Shengwu took action, as if he was going to attack the Thirteen Wings of the Mongols.

Their information has also been rapidly transmitted to countries all over the world, but it will take a while longer to spread.

As night fell, the Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry camp gradually became quiet, as if it was a prehistoric beast that had temporarily laid dormant, lying quietly on the earth.

"Are we really going to fight the Mongols?" Yang Zaixing, lying in a military tent, said excitedly.

He had just been a recruit for a month and a half, and now he had only one thought in mind: to fight the Mongols.

I am full of anticipation and excitement.

Yue Fei and Gao Chong next to them were equally uneasy, but relatively speaking, they were calmer.

"Hehe, Your Majesty, you definitely didn't bring us here in vain. No matter what, we will teach those Mongol barbarians a lesson again." An old soldier smiled confidently.

"good····"

The other people also spoke up, without much nervousness, but with confidence, fighting spirit, and pride.

"That's perfect. I've heard about how powerful the Quexue Army and the Thirteen Wings are. This time I must kill them thoroughly." Gao Chong couldn't help laughing.

"After this war, have we passed the recruit period?" Yang Zaixing asked with some anticipation.

As soon as these words were spoken, Gao Chong also showed a hint of anticipation.

"Hehe, it's only been a month and a half, and you can't stand it? The whole army is training you together. This is a rare opportunity and an honor." An old soldier teased, causing a burst of deliberately suppressed laughter.

Gao Chong and Yang Zaixing smiled obsequiously, looking somewhat helpless.

There was nothing wrong with the personal soldier training they went through, except that since they were trained together with so many people, there were bound to be more pranks.

Although the two of them were integrated into the Dragon Riders through all kinds of fights and quarrels, they still wanted to get through the recruit period as soon as possible and no longer be the "toys" of these veterans.

"If they say the recruit period is three months, then it must be three months, not a day less." The young flag captain spoke, and his words made the two of them sigh.

“But you are lucky. You have encountered such a big battle before you even got through the recruit period.

If you perform well, the Dragon Riders will definitely recognize you in advance and remember your names."

After hearing these words again, Gao Chong and Yang Zaixing were shocked, with gleams in their eyes.

"We will never let you brothers down." Gao Chong and Yang Zaixing said.

"Yeah." Yue Fei, who had always been calm, also showed a hint of determination and expressed his opinion.

“With your strength, as long as you have courage and remember the Dragon Rider tactics, you will definitely perform well.

But I still want to remind you, remember, although you are still new recruits, you are also part of the Emperor Wu Dragon Riders.

Especially on the battlefield, you are the real Wudi Dragon Riders, and you must not bring shame to His Majesty and the Dragon Riders, understand?" The flag chief said solemnly.

"Understood." The three voices responded without hesitation.

"Okay, go to bed."

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The night passed slowly and peacefully.

On winter nights, the sun rises very late.

It was just the hour of Mao (around five o'clock) and the sky was still pitch dark.

In the central tent of Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry, Zhu Houzhao slowly ended his power, and the boiling power of heaven and earth around him slowly subsided.

Tai Chi Thirteen Forms Fifth Level (50692/300000)

The fourth level of Mingshen Wudian (120028/120028)

Zhu Houzhao glanced at his talent out of habit and smiled. He had finally cultivated the Mingshenwudian to its peak.

After he had completed the deduction and practice of the fifth level of the Thirteen Forms of Tai Chi that day, Ming Shen Wu Dian had made great progress. In just a few days, he had officially reached the pinnacle tonight.

It exceeded twenty-eight points.

It was not difficult for Zhu Houzhao to understand that this was beyond the limits of the Ming Shenwu Code and he was breaking its limits.

His original idea was not wrong. The limit of the realm of heaven and man was far more than just 120,000 points.

Judging from the fifth level of Tai Chi Thirteen Postures, it should be 300,000 points.

Breaking the limit by twenty-eight points can be considered as completing Zhu Houzhao's experiment.

Perhaps only when one reaches a great realm breakthrough, can one have that kind of accumulation, and then suddenly realize and deduce a breakthrough in the technique, such as from the first level to the second level of Tai Chi Thirteen Forms, from the second level to the third level, and so on.

In a case like the fourth level of the Mingshen Martial Classic, a breakthrough within a greater realm requires no accumulation or sudden enlightenment.

You can only continue to practice little by little, and continue to break the limits, until you reach the limit of this great realm.

Like now, Zhu Houzhao broke the limit of twenty-eight points and pushed the fourth level of the Mingshenwu Dian forward a little bit.

In the future, we will continue to advance step by step.

"This is exactly the same as what Old Man Zhang and the others said about the normal deduction of the exercises."

Zhu Houzhao thought to himself, but he was not dissatisfied.

Although he could feel that in this situation, the speed of cultivation was slower than when he had the skills, it was no big deal.

It's impossible for him to change his martial arts method, so as long as he can still make progress, it's fine.

He also believed that he couldn't be much slower.

Putting aside these thoughts, Zhu Houzhao looked towards the north with shining eyes.

He has reached a peak, Temujin, what can you do to stop him?

He stood up and walked out of the tent.

About an hour later, the sky was still dark. The Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry was ready and slowly left the camp and headed straight for the Thirteenth Wing.

More than thirty miles away, the Thirteen Wings were experiencing almost the same movement.

Two torrents, one large and one small, slowly approached each other in the darkness.

The invisible oppressive atmosphere spread like an overwhelming force, making countless spies in all directions feel suffocated.

Does Emperor Shengwu really want to fight the Mongols again?

Where did he get the confidence to defeat Temujin at this time?
Is Wang Shouren back? Or are all the powerful men of the Ming Dynasty here?

Amidst the confusion, the sun rose and pierced the darkness.

The distance of more than thirty miles was continuously washed away by two torrents.

Their speed began to slowly increase, and the power of heaven and earth accumulated under the army became increasingly powerful, causing strange phenomena to appear in heaven and earth.

When the two armies were only a dozen miles apart, the roaring sound of horse hooves was like thunder, ready to crush everything in the world.

In the blink of an eye, the two armies began to collide, and the roar between heaven and earth was loud.

However, this time, the military force of the Thirteen Wings was obviously more powerful, pressing down on the Wu Emperor's Dragon Cavalry like a rushing sea.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao took action. With a wave of his long spear, he gathered the military power of Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry on himself in advance, so as to avoid a collision with the Thirteen Wings' army.

Suddenly, the military force of the Thirteen Wings became more turbulent and powerful.

"Hahaha, Zhu Houzhao, are you here to die today?" Temujin's laughter spread for dozens of miles in all directions. He was confident and domineering, as if everything was under his control.

"Temüjin, wait and see how I chop off your dog head today." Zhu Houzhao took the lead and galloped at the forefront of the dragon cavalry, full of murderous intent.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you're so confident. I'm curious, who gives you that confidence? Today, you won't run away like you did the last few times, right?" Temujin laughed.

As he spoke, the power of the Thirteen Wings grew more and more powerful.

"Humph."

An angry snort was heard, but Zhu Houzhao did not refute anything. Only the murderous aura in his voice became colder and colder.

From Zhu Houzhao and also from Emperor Wu’s Dragon Riders.

Faced with an army of 130,000 soldiers from 13 wings, every dragon rider showed no fear. They followed their Majesty and charged forward courageously.

Temujin's brows wrinkled slightly, and the bad premonition in his heart rose again.

"Bros!"

Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao's voice once again soared into the sky.

"Today, follow me to kill Temujin and flatten these so-called Thirteen Wings.

The sun, moon, mountains and rivers will last forever, and the Ming Dynasty will last forever! "

"The sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers will last forever, and the Ming Dynasty will last forever!"

The voice of Emperor Wu's Dragon Rider followed, like a sword, shattering the clouds in the sky.

"Hahaha! Kill!"

Zhu Houzhao laughed loudly and majestically, then flew up into the sky and headed straight for Temujin who was four or five miles away.

Temujin raised his eyebrows, suppressed all other thoughts, and murderous intent surged.

This is an excellent opportunity.

"You are seeking death, I will grant your wish."

With a cold and stern voice, Temujin rushed forward with the power of thirteen wings of troops.

One gold and one blood, two rays of light were like two meteors, and in an instant, they collided madly.

"Boom~!!"

An earth-shaking roar exploded, like the collision between heaven and earth, and the dazzling light surpassed everything in the world in an instant.

The space of dozens of feet in radius shattered like colored glass.

Under countless shocked gazes, the blood color faintly retreated a greater distance!

"With your strength! How is it possible?"

Temujin's shocked voice was earth-shattering and full of disbelief, and it also expressed the shock of the Xiao brothers, Bashiba and everyone else.

How can it be!

How terrifying is Temujin with the Thirteen Wings in his hands?
In the past, only Yang Jian, who was in complete victory and led hundreds of thousands of the founding Sui army, could match the enemy and fight him head-on.

Among all the countries today, Wang Shouren, who shocked the world with a battle this year, is only considered to have a chance to fight against Temujin, who has the Thirteen Wings in his hands.

This requires Wang Shouren to have more and more elite troops under his command.

In addition, even Zhu Houzhao, who led the Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry, was considered to be much inferior.

Unless the size of Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry expanded by one or two times, or Zhu Houzhao demonstrated his ability to command 100,000 cavalry.

And the scene before him still shows that there are only 10,000 Emperor Wu's Dragon Riders. How could Zhu Houzhao possibly still suppress Temujin?
Endless shock impacted the emotions of all those who could see clearly, except for a very few.

"Hahaha, Temujin, you are a toad at the bottom of the well, how can you know how powerful I am?
Today, my magical power has reached a new level, and I will definitely chop off your head."

Zhu Houzhao laughed heartily.

A big smile appeared on Emperor Wu Longqi's face.

"Let's try it, who kills who?" Temujin's face was ferocious, and he could not accept it and took the initiative to kill Zhu Houzhao.

"Come."

Zhu Houzhao held a long spear in his hand and attacked with a skilled fighting style, no, it was even crazier and more extreme than before.

Reaching the fifth level of Tai Chi Thirteen Postures brought him enormous benefits.

It is only a small point that Mingshenwudian is rapidly practicing to the limit.

The foundation is the most important thing, and it is a real transformation.

It became less like a human and more like the legendary dragon or phoenix.

The most noticeable thing is the sudden increase in physical strength, which allows a strong man to use his physical strength to reach the realm of heaven and man.

All other aspects have been greatly enhanced.

It allows Zhu Houzhao to vent his power unscrupulously.

"boom!!!"

In a flash, two terrifying forces, like two gods, fought between heaven and earth.

Fast, extremely fast, without any pause, the continuous collision sounds were endless, shaking the sky and the earth.

The golden and blood-colored lights seemed to replace the sun in the sky and illuminate the world.

Countless eyes were attracted and unable to be diverted.

At this time, Zheng Gong, Zhang Sanfeng and Wuji took action.

Three figures flew out from the Martial Emperor Dragon Riders, which were speeding up, and rushed towards the Thirteen Wings.

Among the Thirteen Wings Army, the Xiao brothers and the Eighth Division Ba flew out with solemn expressions to greet Zhang Sanfeng and his two companions.

"boom!!!"

Under the cover of this military force, six powerful men in the realm of heaven and man fought each other.

However, their movements were much smaller than the golden and bloody confrontation in the center, and they also tacitly avoided that place.

The fight between the eight celestial beings pushed the war to a climax.

The scene that seemed to be destroying the world left countless people stunned.

The Emperor Wu's Dragon Riders and the Thirteen Wings were only a mile apart, and the most brutal collision was about to take place.

"boom!!"

In a blink of an eye, Zhu Houzhao and Temujin clashed dozens of times. Temujin's face was ferocious. He could no longer accept it, but he had to accept it.

In a short period of time, Zhu Houzhao's strength improved greatly, to the point where the power of Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry alone was enough to rival him, and even barely suppress him.

The cunning and scheming nature of the peerless hero and emperor made him calm down quickly.

The bad premonition grew rapidly, his eyes flashed, and while continuing to collide, he shouted coldly: "..."

(Yesterday's shortfall of 4,000 words, today's 9,000 words, will be a little later.)
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(End of this chapter)