The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 421: Taizu Enters the Camp
Emperor Wu Ding, spear and shield in hand, walked half a mile to his mount. Just then, a hint of dawn appeared in the eastern sky, signaling the start of a new day.

The July breeze blew across the fields covered with corpses and blood. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. He turned his face toward the direction of the wind.

"Without destruction, there is no construction. The killing begins from now on."

Some half-dead Ming soldiers were still wailing on the ground, but Liu Zhaosun ignored them. Flocks of crows flew low in the chaotic, stagnant air.

"Why are there so many crows?" Emperor Wuding asked himself. "Where are they flying to?"

This was the first time he charged into the enemy camp alone. Although he was full of brute force and half human, half god, he was still a flesh and blood body after all. Perhaps a cannonball could end the emperor's life.

"They flew to the battlefield," Liu Zhaosun answered himself.

"Death is like the wind, always by my side, and I have become Death."

The wounded soldiers were still alive when crows began to peck at their eyeballs.

Liu Zhaosun reined in his horse and looked around, overlooking his empire, which was already in ruins.

Along the canal, thousands of miles of barren land lay, the soil was barren, the rivers dried up, and hungry crows and egrets followed the corpses. Because they devoured the plague victims without restraint, they eventually died of the plague themselves.

The river bank was covered with dark bushes. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that these were not plant branches and leaves, but piles of raptor feathers and dried bird bones.

"It all started with me and it will end with me!"

He finished speaking silently, whipped his whip and urged his horse on. The Arabian horse slowly accelerated and rushed towards the Red Barbarian cannon position two miles away.

The Linqing battlefield gradually became clear. The Ming troops on both sides of the moat were like fallen trees, and thousands of corpses were densely scattered across the river bank.

Over a thousand well-equipped Ming archers, arranged in three or four rows and protected by shield carts, advanced to a trench about fifty paces from the city wall. The trench, originally over six feet deep, was now half-filled with corpses. Archers stepped on the backs and chests of the dead and hurled their arrows at the city walls. A hail of arrows rained down on Guangji Gate, wave after wave, and the faint sound of metal clanging could be heard.

In between the rain of arrows, thousands of muskets jutted from the battlements, unleashing a barrage of fire at the archers hiding in the trenches of the shield carts. The dense stream of lead bullets sent wood chips flying from the shield carts, and some bullets sank into the trenches, causing dust to fly and blood to splatter everywhere. The injured archers struggled for a moment before dying. The injured were then trampled under the feet of the teammates who came up from behind, becoming new stepping stones.

Two miles behind the shield carts and the trench, across a moat, stood two or three thin rows of servants. Holding bows and swords, each of them looked murderous. They were closely supervising the gunners in front and ordering them to fire at Guangji Gate. Behind the servants stood a 17-foot-long vermilion general's flag. A bloated fat general sat on a throne, looking forward with a smile.

Amidst the roar of thunder, iron balls shot out from the front of the Ming army and slammed hard into the Guangjimen city wall two miles away. The bricks of the city wall were hit by the ten-pound iron balls and immediately shattered and cracked. Bricks and rubble fell like raindrops, killing and injuring the defenders hiding behind Xuanhu.

The Qi army's artillery took a short break and immediately launched another attack. The infantry field guns on Guangji Gate were not as powerful as their opponents, but their firing rate was amazing and their hit rate was extremely high. The gunners were threatened by the Huaiyang archers hiding behind the shield cart trenches under the city, and people were constantly hit by light arrows.

Suddenly, the thousand-jin gate of the Guangji Gate city wall was slowly lifted, and rows of Qi soldiers holding long shields and spears rushed out from inside. They ignored the dense rain of arrows and quickly approached the Ming archers hiding behind the shield carts.

The artillery of both sides almost simultaneously gave up bombarding the enemy artillery and began to target the enemy infantry...
When they were only one mile away from the general's flag, Liu Zhaosun raised Yue Wumu's Liquan magic spear. He tapped the horse's belly with the butt of the spear, and the warhorse under his crotch moved in tacit understanding and accelerated.

A few cavalrymen soon appeared in front. Liu Zhaosun looked excited. He loosened the reins and gently pressed down on his helmet. This was his action before every charge and it had long become a habit.

He sped up his horse, raised his spear, and pointed it diagonally at a panicked Ye Bushou twenty steps ahead.

What a great Emperor Wuding!
Wearing a gilded helmet and chain mail, his horse resembled a red dragon playing in the water, and his spear resembled pear blossoms dancing in the wind.

The horse is like a lion that can lift the sky, and the man is like a diamond that can stand on the ground.

Where the gun comes, everyone dies; where the horse arrives, everyone dies.

Since ancient times, no emperor has been as good as the Emperor of Qi.

A spear as thick as a bowl, and 80,000 soldiers are all surnamed Liu!
Sweep the world, cleanse the hemisphere (Eastern Hemisphere), name the country Da Qi, the leader of nine dynasties and eight emperors, the founding emperor for seven hundred years!
Mr. Meng Wuyue praised:
Once the clouds clear and the sky appears again, the people will be able to see the face of God!
...I won’t go into details.

Liu Zhaosun smashed the Liquan Spear down at the enemy's head, and Ye Bushu raised his sword to block it. How could a mortal like him withstand the divine power of Emperor Wuding?
Go to hell!

Liquan's magic spear shook Ye Bushou so much that both his arms were broken. He screamed, "Not good!"

Liu Zhaosun stabbed the enemy directly in the heart, striking him squarely in the ribs. He raised his spear, threw the enemy off his horse with his feet facing up, and with another strike, he was dead.

At this time, the drums in Zuo Liangyu's camp were beating loudly and shouting was loud, like the sky collapsing and the earth falling, and the mountains shaking and collapsing!

Zhang Dong, shirtless, swung his drumstick and beat the drum with all his might, and the surrendered Ming soldiers followed suit and shouted, "Victory!"

Liu Zhaosun's blood rushed to his chest, his fingers yellow as he attacked the servants, and he shouted:
"The Emperor Wuding of the Great Qi is here, why don't you, rats, die quickly!"

The guards who were in charge of the battle turned around and saw the killer, their faces turned pale. Huang Degong was so shocked that he stood up from his armchair and said incoherently:
"Stop him! Kill this monster!"

All the servants shouted in unison. They thought they had more people than the generals and did not take them seriously. At that moment, two Ming generals came from both sides to attack. Liu Zhaosun shouted loudly and waved the Liquan magic spear, which was like dancing snowflakes.

The two servants on the opposite side, holding copper clubs and meteor hammers on their waists, mounted their horses to meet the enemy and shouted:

"Liaodong Tartar, wait a minute! Your grandfather will kill you!"

He took the copper stick, raised the meteor hammer, and hit it with one blow.

Liu Zhaosun didn't even look at the two men, he swept his gun over, and the two families were picked up like candied haws by the magic gun.

With another push, the servant and his horse flew out.

Huang Degong shouted from behind, "Whoever can kill this man will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, no, a thousand taels!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Degong's fierce general, the commander Fang Yuan, rushed to Liu Zhaosun, let out a strange cry, swung his whips, pointed at Emperor Wuding and shouted:

"Liu thief, stop being so arrogant! Taste the power of grandpa's double whip."

The double whips came down with a buzzing sound.

Liu Zhaosun steadied himself on his horse and sneered:
"I'll start with you!"

When he saw the iron whip coming back, he did not dodge, but caught it and pulled the opponent off the horse. He threw it out with one hand, and the iron hammer flew out before it hit the ground. The iron hammer weighing more than ten pounds in his hand was like an iron ball rushing out of the barrel of a cannon, smashing straight towards the Ming army leader.

There was a clang, and before Fang Yuan even landed on the ground, he was hit by the hammer again. His armor was shattered, and he was already dead.

Liu Zhaosun Ce stepped forward, raised his spear and hammer, and glanced at the dark mass of servants around him, angrily saying:

"Who else!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two cold arrows whizzed towards him from behind. Liu Zhaosun had heard the sound of the wind and spurred his horse to avoid the arrows. Two more arrows were shot at him, and the Ferghana horse raised its front hooves high and suddenly jumped out of the circle.

Emperor Wu Ding picked up the iron whip on the ground and threw it with all his strength. The iron whip whistled in the wind and flew straight up, cutting off the heads of two bow-wielding servants ten steps away like a blood dripping dart.

Liu Zhaosun swung his spear and pierced another fleeing servant.

The servants had never seen such a scene before, so they shouted and dispersed.

Huang Degong, surrounded by his servants, fled hastily to the east.

Liu Zhaosun was not in a hurry to chase the fat man. He turned and looked at the Ming army gunner.

The Ming army artillerymen in front were still immersed in the joy of shelling and killing, unable to extricate themselves, and they were unaware of the killing happening behind them.

Soon, several gunners successfully attracted the attention of Emperor Wuding. They were all red-haired barbarians, and they were gesturing towards the top of the city wall, directing several auxiliary soldiers to turn the wheel of a red cannon.

The red-haired barbarians moved slowly, had long beards, and their robes hung down to their feet, making them look like two mathematicians.

Liu Zhaosun rode his horse and whistled in the west wind, thinking:

"I'm here to help you calibrate your gun positions."

He jumped on his horse, holding his spear, and rushed straight towards the Red Cannon. His spear shot out like a dragon, ending the sinful lives of the two mathematicians.

(End of this chapter)