Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 13 The mysterious Su Palace, a family’s nightmare comes to the door
An army of 300,000 martial artists.

This is a very terrifying number and word.

Anyone who just thinks about it will shudder, and the two people in the room are no exception.

"I once had doubts."

"Will this cause a backlash from Prince Su, and will it shake the foundation of our Ming Dynasty?"

The middle-aged man stood up and walked to the window. He looked at the endless queue of people waiting to join the army, and then at the majestic Tiance Mansion. He said in a low voice, "But now, I am extremely grateful."

The other person understood what he meant and nodded slightly. "Yes, if Prince Su is given a few more years, with the speed at which Prince Su's Palace has developed over the years, not to mention the Marquis's ambition, I'm afraid even the two ferocious nations of Meng and Liao, who regard Prince Su as a tiger or a wolf and a thorn in their flesh, would have to turn a blind eye at night."

A border prince with a million soldiers is inherently terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that the army under the command of this frontier prince is gradually transforming into an army composed entirely of warriors.

What concept?

Even if Shaanxi's million-strong army is composed entirely of warriors of the lower third rank, they can still produce an effect comparable to that of two million heavily armored shield guards or heavily armored cavalry.

At that time, let alone their secret plans, even if the Ming Dynasty recruited a million soldiers and drew some troops from the other nine borders to fight a decisive battle with Zhu Jinzhen, the final result would not change.

"The Duke of Zhou is afraid of the day of rumors, but Wang Mang is humble and does not usurp the time."

Zhu Wusi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Tiance Mansion. His eyes were filled with undisguised ambition and murderous intent: "Emperor Taizong's Jingnan Campaign will never be repeated in the Ming Dynasty."

"The Ming Dynasty will only be mine."

Wan Sanqian, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, felt a little worried when he heard this.

Then, as if thinking of something, he asked curiously, "The Marquis's Hulong Villa and Tianxia Dizhi Villa have the most extensive intelligence system in the Ming Dynasty, but they can't find the source of Prince Su's extensive training of warriors in recent years?"

"Can't find it!"

Zhu Wusi shook his head coldly, disappointment and dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes: "Not only this king, but even the three dogs and the six gates under my nephew the emperor have not found any clues."

Wan Sanqian was even more surprised.

Huolong Villa and Tianxia Diyi Villa have his financial support, and it is true that the speed of expansion of the intelligence network is extremely terrifying, but Jinyiwei, Dongchang and Xichang are the emperor's direct intelligence departments, and they are not there to eat and do nothing.

Can’t even find it?

Zhu Wusi seemed to see Wan Sanqian's surprise: "The only clue is that it is very likely the work of Prince Su."

"This……"

Wan Sanqian was speechless for a moment.

He understood what Zhu Wusi meant. If he wanted to find out the truth, he had to enter Prince Su's Mansion.

Although Prince Su's Mansion is located in Lanzhou, its guards are thousands of times stricter than those of the Imperial Palace. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, there lurks an endless abyss that even the Grand Master of Astronomy cannot stir up the slightest ripple.

With the rise of Zhu Jinzhen and the Prince Su's Mansion, have there been fewer plans to attack the Prince Su's Mansion?
The results of it?
It refers to Master Xuanzong entering the Prince Su's Mansion and appearing at a mass grave outside Lanzhou the next day.

The Grand Master of Astronomy entered Prince Su's Mansion, and the result was the same.

Ordinary means were of no use at all, because the Prince Su's Mansion did not recruit servants or maids from outside. It was like an iron hedgehog, leaving all forces with nowhere to start.

……

A restaurant.

A graceful young man waved his folding fan and couldn't help but exclaimed, "That Prince Su, it seems, is more than just a master of military command. Those poor people wouldn't want to go to the battlefield unless they were forcibly conscripted. But here in Jiayuguan, the opposite is true."

Everyone is afraid of death, without exception.

But what the young man couldn't understand was why the people of Shaanxi didn't seem afraid?
"If the princess wants to know, I can explain a little."

A voice that shouldn't have appeared sounded outside the boy's door.

"Who?"

The faces of the several followers in the room changed in horror. Without exception, they were all renowned masters in the martial arts world, including two Grandmasters at the Finger Profound Realm. Yet, until that voice uttered, they hadn't noticed a single thing.

Is it possible...

boom! !

The door of the room turned into debris all over the sky.

A woman holding a Mo Dao and wearing silver armor appeared in front of everyone.

Those wood chips were like the most terrifying hidden weapons in the world, causing several servants in the room who were planning to attack to change their expressions.

"not good!"

The wood chips were like a torrential downpour, like the Tang Clan's rain of pear blossom needles, shooting accurately towards everyone in the room except the young man.

"Damn it, look at my powerful Vajra Palm!"

Ah Er and Ah San joined forces, and continuously struck out with golden palm energy, trying to crush the wood chips into pieces.

Beside them, a sharp sword light lit up, dancing like a dragon, and the sword light formed a sword energy curtain that was impervious to water, as if to cut into pieces the wood chips that were shooting towards them.

Crack! Crack! Snapped! Snapped!
Ah Er and Ah San, who were the first to be hit, had their proud Vajra Palm power pierced through.

Ah Da's sword was fast, but useless.

The endless sawdust seemed to be in an endless supply, carrying the might of heaven and earth, and was simply not something his mere sword energy could shatter. The sawdust poured down from the sky, making him feel as if stars were falling from the sky.

Even though Ah Da tried his best to resist, he was soon covered in blood.

Ah Da opened his mouth and looked at the female general who was almost in front of him, his eyes full of fear: "Heaven...heaven...you, no..."

But at this time, he could no longer speak.

Countless sawdust pierced his body, including his throat.

With a 'ding-dong' sound, the sword in the hand of the Beggar Gang traitor fell to the ground, and he fell powerlessly in a pool of blood.

The person walked right past his body without even a second glance. Her order was only to bring back the princess in front of her, and to kill everyone else without mercy.

Be it Ah Da, Ah Er or Ah San.

The same was true for the monk over there who seemed to be hiding his weakness, and in the end, regardless of being exposed, he used all his skills, but was still pierced by the wood chips like flying petals.

The female general came before the young master and said, "I, General Yan Yimei, have been ordered to invite Princess Shao Min to be our guest."

"Yan Yimei?"

Minmin Temur, also known as Princess Zhao Min, had her pupils trembled. "Back then, on the battlefield, she killed seven of our Yuan Dynasty's fiercest generals, four Zhixuan masters, and even hunted down my father and his men."

She was familiar with the information about Tian Ce and Cang Yun.

What attracted her attention most were the heroines under the command of Prince Su Zhu Jinzhen, in addition to Changsun Wangqing, the commander of the Cangyun Xuanjia Army, and Cao Xueyang, the Xuanwei General of Tiance Mansion.

Zhao Min has studied the intelligence of Yan Yimei, the Cangyun female general, no less than a thousand times over the years.

More importantly, four years ago, in the life-and-death battle that determined the survival of the Ming Dynasty, Zhao Min's father, Prince Ruyang, and her brother, Wang Baobao, were directly hunted down by Yan Yimei, the leader of the female guard camp.

Wherever the Mo Dao passed, both men and horses were killed.

Even someone as strong as Zhixuan can be defeated with just one strike.

If the Mongols had not had many martial arts masters, and if Prince Ruyang and Wang Baobao had not been lucky, they would have been almost beheaded by Yan Yimei that year. Therefore, Zhao Min often heard them talking about it.

And the sound of fear that wakes you up in the middle of the night.

Zhao Min never dreamed that her father and brother's nightmare would come true! !
Yan Yimei seemed to be aware of Zhao Min's intelligence. Upon hearing Zhao Min's exclamation, she raised her chin and sneered, "If that man with the wheel hadn't blocked my three sword strikes, your father and your brother would have surely died."

(End of this chapter)