Ming Dynasty: Pick up attributes from the battlefield to create the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 50: Behead Ahabchu! Zhu Ying: Anyone who violates the might of the Ming Dynasty will be beheaded!
After the galloping horses.

Zhu Ying led three thousand Ming cavalry to charge.

Looking at the tight shield formation in front and the shouts around.

Even in this noisy environment, Zhu Ying heard a key point.

"The Tartar leader is here."

Zhu Ying's eyes lit up.

Hearing the voices of the Tartars around him shouting to protect the patriarch, Zhu Ying understood everything.

The greatest achievement of this attack on the camp is now.

Think of this.

Zhu Ying glanced around.

He immediately saw hundreds of Tartar guards holding torches and shields in front of them, and in the center of them was the only one who was not wearing leather armor but fur, and looked frightened. It was obvious at a glance that he was the Tartar chieftain.

"Bros."

"Kill all the Tartars."

Zhu Ying shouted loudly.

He rode his horse and charged forward.

The fine steel sword in his hand is ready to strike.

"Quickly, kill him quickly."

Ah Hachu looked at Zhu Ying rushing towards him and shouted in fear.

The Tartar guards at the front immediately rushed towards Zhu Ying with spears in hand.

Several long spears stabbed directly at Zhu Ying.

The spear restrains the cavalry.

It is conceivable that the Tatar tribe is now really afraid of Zhu Yingru's ferocious tiger, and even his personal guards are equipped with spears.

Facing these charging Tatar spearmen.

Zhu Ying was not afraid at all. The speed at which they rushed towards him seemed like slow motion in front of him.

"die!"

Zhu Ying just slashed with his sword, and the blade flashed coldly in the night.

A knife was slashed out, and the knife light cut through.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The Tartar soldiers in front of him wailed, and six or seven heads flew into the air, and their headless bodies flew backwards.

"Kill the Tartar soldiers, pick up 10 points of internal energy, and pick up 10 days of life."

"Kill the Tartar soldiers, pick up 10 points of internal energy, and pick up 15 days of life."

"Kill the Tartar soldiers..."

The panel prompts constantly.

Zhu Yingzhan's horse kept charging forward.

Looking at the hundreds of Tartar soldiers in front of him, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He licked his lips and stared directly at Ahachu who was under protection. These were all his prey.

under night.

Ah Hachu seemed to have also felt Zhu Ying's bloodthirsty murderous intent, which made him tremble all over.

"Hurry up and kill him."

"Kill him for this clan leader." Ah Hachu pointed at Zhu Ying and roared.

"superior."

"kill."

Hundreds of Ahab's personal guards all held weapons and charged towards Zhu Ying and the Ming cavalry.

Just this moment.

In their tribe's home ground, where the clan headquarters is located, the situation is difficult to attack or defend.

Zhu Ying was the first to charge out.

Behind him were his personal guards, and thousands of Ming soldiers also rushed forward to fight.

"kill!"

Zhu Ying shouted angrily.

Like a tiger descending the mountain.

The long sword in his hand slashed wildly.

"Wild sword dance."

The knife flashed in the night.

With one slash of the sword, Zhu Ying slashed out at a very fast speed, and one slash was more than ten slashes.

The dozen or so Tartar soldiers who rushed forward were almost instantly swallowed up by the sword light.

"Ah...ah..."

There were screams.

More than a dozen Tartar soldiers fell to the ground and died struggling in a pool of blood.

"Kill the Tartar soldiers and gain 10 points of internal energy..."

The panel prompts continuously.

Zhu Ying swung his sword continuously, and his horse charged forward.

The sword was swung.

The Tatar soldiers were beheaded one after another.

Zhu Ying was like a killing god on earth, unstoppable, brave and invincible.

In this close combat, in this battle of cold weapons, Zhu Ying could be said to be able to defeat a thousand enemies.

Follow Zhu Ying to fight.

The soldiers behind him did not hesitate at all, especially Zhu Ying's personal guards, who looked anxious and could only ride their horses quickly to follow, swinging their swords to kill the enemy.

As Zhu Ying's personal guards, they admired their master's bravery and invincibility very much, but they were also very miserable because every time Zhu Ying charged, they could not catch up. Their master was too brave and perhaps did not need their protection at all.

"Follow the garrison."

"kill."

"Kill all these damn Tartars."

"kill……"

Wei Quan, Luo Hua, three captains, and Zhang Wu, a deputy captain, roared. Like Zhu Ying, they led their troops to charge, brandishing their swords wildly, and just wanted to kill these Tartar soldiers.

A feast of slaughter.

When hundreds of Tatars faced thousands of Ming cavalry, their numbers were immediately reduced sharply.

Zhu Ying was the first to kill these Tartars.

It was only a few feet away from Ahachu.

When looking at Zhu Ying rushing towards him with a knife.

Ah Hachu gripped the sword tightly in his hand, fear in his eyes, as if he was deciding between fighting and not fighting.

But seeing how brave Zhu Ying was and how he dealt with his soldiers as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, he was filled with fear.

No one is not afraid of death, and he, as the head of the clan, is no exception.

Almost instantly.

Ah Hachu immediately grabbed the reins and turned the horse around, trying to escape.

"Want to escape?"

"You are my military achievement."

"How can I get promoted if I let you escape?"

Zhu Ying sneered.

He slapped the horse suddenly.

The warhorse neighed and rushed out quickly.

It seemed as if he sensed the murderous intent behind him.

Ah Ha's face suddenly changed. Looking back, he saw Zhu Ying had already raised his sword and was slashing towards him at a rapid speed.

"Do not."

Ah Ha cried out in despair.

next moment.

The blade slashed down.

There was a click.

As Ah Ha came to his last consciousness, the world was spinning around him, and his head was chopped off.

Zhu Ying raised his hand and directly held Ahachu's head in his hand. Most people would avoid the bloody head, but Zhu Ying was completely accustomed to it. He directly hung the head around his waist. This was a real military achievement.

They attacked the Tartar clan and beheaded their clan leader.

Even though the Jianzhou Tartars were only a small tribe with a population of no more than one million, they were still a tribe after all. Although such a feat could not compare to the real victory over the foreign races and the achievement of conquering the enemy, the fact that Zhu Ying accomplished such a feat at such an age and with such a weak force was enough to inspire the entire Ming Dynasty.

"Kill Ahachu, the chieftain of the Jianzhou Tartar tribe, and pick up 200 points of all attributes. You will be rewarded with a first-level treasure chest."

With the successful killing of Ahachu, a prompt sound appeared on the panel and the reward was distributed.

Zhu Ying looked at the Tartar soldiers around him who had been almost killed, and the Tartar civilians fleeing everywhere.

Zhu Ying raised his sword and shouted loudly, gathering his internal energy in his throat. His voice was like thunder in the night.

"today."

"I, Zhu Ying, will execute the chieftain of the Jianzhou Tartars to avenge your invasion of the Ming territory."

"Anyone who violates the might of our great Ming Dynasty will be beheaded."

Zhu Yingwei shouted loudly.

The sound spread in all directions.

It reached the ears of countless frightened Tartars.

Hearing Zhu Ying's words.

It also destroyed the morale of the Tartars who were fleeing everywhere.

"The patriarch is dead."

"Zhu Ying, a general of the Ming army, killed the clan leader."

"The patriarch is dead."

"My clan is finished..."

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