The Holy Emperor of Ming

Chapter 314 Great Victory
"Zhu Houzhao, what if you can rival this Khan?
You are courting death if you try to use the Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry to oppose our Thirteen Wings.

Today, you will still be defeated."

Temujin's voice was still full of confidence, domineering and majestic.

“Ha.” Zhu Houzhao sneered arrogantly, and swung his spear fiercely: “Today, you will see the strength of the Ming Dynasty.

kill."

"Boom~!"

There was another roar, as if in response to the words that made Temujin feel even worse.

On the ground, the two torrents were about to collide, and suddenly twenty-six figures flew out from the Wu Emperor Dragon Riders camp.

Twenty-six auras rose up, lined up in a row, like twenty-six chariots, and crashed into the thirteen wings.

"Bang!!!"

"what!"

"die!"

"Grandmasters! They are all Grandmasters!"

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In a breath, the Thirteen Wings, which were as mighty as a rushing river, seemed to be stopped abruptly.

Twenty-six figures charged into the Thirteen Wing Army with unstoppable force.

The battle line they formed was a hundred feet long, and in a blink of an eye, they cleared out a large area of ​​the Thirteen Wings' front army.

Thousands of cavalrymen died, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams were heard one after another. A Mongol general in the innate realm only had time to shout in horror "They are all grand masters" before he was killed in one move.

The Thirteenth Wing, the most elite unit of the Mongols, was stunned in an instant.

The one-sided battle continued, with twenty-six figures at the forefront, rushing unstoppably deeper into the Thirteenth Wing.

Behind, Emperor Wu's dragon cavalry followed, expanding the victory.

Massacre, naked massacre occurred.

In the distance, countless spies were stunned, their bodies tense and almost unable to control themselves.

High in the sky, Temujin was also stunned.

While resisting Zhu Houzhao's crazy attack, he looked at the battle situation below with bloodshot eyes.

"Three grandmasters at the highest level, twenty-three grandmasters, how could you possibly mobilize so many strong men to the battlefield?" Temujin gritted his teeth and glared at Zhu Houzhao.

It was not surprising to him that Zhu Houzhao used strong men to help Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry and deal with the Thirteen Wings.

Because Zhu Houzhao was definitely not stupid, he would definitely not let Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry fight against the Thirteen Wings head-on, otherwise Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry would only end up being wiped out.

The other Ming army did not arrive, and the only ones who could help Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry deal with the Thirteen Wings were the Ming masters.

But what he never expected was that there were actually three Grand Masters at the highest level and twenty-three Grand Masters!
Especially the latter, how could there be so many?

There are only a few grandmaster-level warriors in the Ming Dynasty court, not counting those who went to the Song Dynasty.

Not to mention that reforms are underway in the country and experts are urgently needed to take charge of the local areas. Even if there are no reforms, the Ming court would not be able to mobilize so many grandmasters to the battlefield.

Is the palace no longer defendable?

Is the capital no longer defendable?

Aren’t those secret locations of the Ming Dynasty being guarded anymore?

Is Zhu Houzhao crazy?

"Hehe, you toad at the bottom of the well, do you know the true strength of our Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Houzhao laughed arrogantly and disdainfully. His attacks became more and more fierce, and he looked like he was ready to fight to the death.

Temujin gritted his teeth, resisted with some difficulty, and watched the battlefield with great reluctance.

The other three battlefields of heaven and man.

Except for the Eighth Division, Ba can still entangle Zheng He and keep the situation stable.

Facing Zhang Sanfeng and Wuji, the Xiao brothers have gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

On the earth...

Temujin's eyebrows and eyes twitched and he felt extremely heartbroken.

The Thirteen Wings, including the core Qiexue Army, were being slaughtered wantonly.

The Mongols actually also had some great masters on their side, and Temujin had specially transferred them here just in case.

But there are not many, only three.

At this time, these three did not dare to stand in front of the twenty-six people. They only dared to blend in with the Thirteen Wings of Iron Cavalry and try to stop them from a distance.

The effect is almost non-existent.

The twenty-six people were unstoppable. The three figures in the center were Mi Wentian, Zhang Daoyun, and Hengdao Toudao.

The ways of their attacks varied, but each time and each strike could kill or injure nearly a hundred people.

Among the remaining twenty-three people, there was one who held two rings. With one strike, more than twenty iron cavalry in front were smashed.

There was another woman, wearing a white dress, dignified and elegant, with a very beautiful appearance. Her temperament was very similar to Bai Fanghua, but she was obviously much older.

With just one look, even the murderous Qiexue soldiers in front of him became dazed and died instantly with blood gushing out of all their orifices.

Another person struck out with one palm, and golden dragon-shaped palm force flew out, knocking away dozens of cavalrymen.

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Under the leadership of these twenty-six people, they advanced unstoppably all the way and carved out a path made of flesh and blood.

"Shangguan Jinhong, Chi Zunxin, Qianluo...you are the one who subdued those captured grandmasters!" Temujin looked at a few of them, suddenly realized, and said with great regret.

He did not expect, nor did he realize, that Zhu Houzhao still had a group of powerful men at his disposal.

There were more than a dozen great grandmasters captured by him.

Because it had never happened before, these people were ignored.

With these dozen grandmasters, Zhu Houzhao could indeed draw some more powerful men if he tried his best, thus forming a crushing situation at this moment.

The heritage of the Ming Dynasty~!

The heritage of the Ming Dynasty~!

Temujin thought fiercely in his heart that these people were undoubtedly part of the Ming Dynasty's foundation.

He also understood what Zhu Houzhao said.

This is the strength of the Ming Dynasty.

"Hmph, idiot, you just realized it." Zhu Houzhao said disdainfully.

The 135th spear was slashed out. Temujin resisted with all his might, and with a roar, his body retreated dozens of feet, his breath shaking and a little unstable.

Feeling the military's strength beginning to wane, his heart bled as he made up his mind.

"Everyone, disperse and retreat."

A blood-soaked roar came out of Temujin's mouth, instantly drowning out all other sounds.

On the battlefields of the three realms of heaven and man, the Xiao brothers glared coldly at Zhang Sanfeng and Wuji, then turned around and ran without hesitation.

Bashiba sighed softly and said the same thing.

Zhang Sanfeng, Wuji and Zheng Gong were obviously well prepared. Wuji and Zheng Gong chased after the Eighth Master.

Zhang Sanfeng rushed towards Temujin, and no one paid any attention to the Xiao brothers.

On the ground, the Thirteen Wings, whose morale was already unstable, looked at the figure in the sky in disbelief, and their morale completely collapsed.

Before the Thirteen Wings could react, Temujin shouted that sentence, took Zhu Houzhao's attack head-on, and then flew away with a roar, using the force of the rebound.

"Temujin, where are you escaping to?" Zhu Houzhao shouted angrily and chased after him.

Zhang Sanfeng did not chase after him, but stayed where he was, quietly watching the battle below.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhang Sanfeng was left among the eight powerful celestial beings.

The Thirteen Wings also completely collapsed, and were defeated. The remaining people in the Thirteen Wings no longer cared about anything else and fled madly for their lives.

Seen from the sky, it looked like a previously orderly colony of ants had broken up and were fleeing in all directions.

And this is the time for Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry to expand their victory.

The Thirteen Wings are the core army of the Mongols and the most elite force. The Ming Dynasty will never let them go.

Emperor Wu's dragon riders were divided into teams and dispersed to chase and kill.

Most of those powerful masters at the grandmaster level did not stop.

A dozen of the figures looked at Zhang Sanfeng in the sky, then looked at the three great masters who were staring at them vaguely, and the other great masters, and silently gave up their thoughts.

It really doesn't give them any chance.

Zhang Sanfeng stayed.

It was an unprecedented war, and like Zhu Houzhao's previous wars, it ended extremely quickly.

It was so fast that countless people felt it was not real and were filled with a trance.

"It's over!"

"The Mongols were defeated! Just like that!"

"The Mongols were defeated, and the Ming Dynasty is now invincible!"

"Is this the strength of Ming Dynasty?"

"The sky is really going to change!"

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The spies from all directions stared blankly at the chase in the distance, all feeling a suffocating pressure.

This pressure comes from the Ming Dynasty.

Information was transmitted frantically from their hands in all directions.

'The 28th day of the twelfth month in the fifth year of Shengwu.

The Shengwu Emperor led the Wu Emperor Dragon Cavalry, three celestial beings, three great masters at the ultimate level, and twenty-three great masters, and took the initiative to attack the Mongol army of Genghis Khan.

In this battle, Temujin was badly defeated.

Emperor Shengwu defeated Temujin, who was in charge of the thirteen wings, with the force of 10,000 Emperor Wu Dragon Cavalry.

The four powerful celestial beings from the Mongol Yuan Dynasty fled, and the Thirteen Wings collapsed, being chased by a group of powerful men and the Wudi Dragon Riders.'

The top leaders of the major countries in the world had just received news that Zhu Houzhao had taken the initiative to send troops and seemed to be planning to attack Temujin. Two days later, they received a similar message.

There was a roar of thunder, shaking everything.

Eyes filled with shock and fear were looking towards the northern Ming Dynasty.

Temujin was defeated like this!
How can it be?

State of Song.

Zhao Gou's eyes were blank for a moment, and then he shuddered and couldn't suppress his fear.

"Hurry up and send all the money and grain promised to the Ming Dynasty."

Golden State.

Emperor Shitian and Wanyan Aguda, who had already agreed with the Liao Kingdom to launch a war against the Ming army at the same time when the weather got warmer, were stunned.

"Useless Temujin." After a few breaths, Indra cursed angrily.

Then, he looked at Wanyan Aguda coldly and said without question: "Investigate this matter immediately.

Before this, no action is allowed.

Once you figure out what happened, report to me immediately."

As the voice fell, the figure disappeared mysteriously.

Wanyan Aguda lowered his head, clenched his hands tightly with his veins exposed, and looked unwilling.

Liao.

Yelu Deguang and others were also silent.

Looking at this information which couldn't possibly be false, his face was filled with heavy feelings.

Once Temujin is defeated, who in the world can restrain the Ming Dynasty and check and balance the Emperor Shengwu?

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Sui Dynasty.

Yang Guang's great ambitions came to a standstill.

"Temujin, trash, trash, you were defeated so easily by Zhu Houzhao, trash."

Taiyuan Li family.

"Quick, ask Master Yuan to come and send Yuan Ba ​​to the Holy Martial Emperor of the Ming Dynasty immediately."

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The former Turkic land.

Kublai Khan was stunned for a while, and his expression changed for a long time.

(The first chapter has 6,000 words left today, and will be completed within two days.)
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(End of this chapter)