Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 172 The King of Han and the King of Zhao were captured

Prince Han walked out of the gate of Emperor Yongle's imperial camp, grinning and looking solemnly at Yu Qian and Fan Zhong who were standing in the middle of the camp.

"Yu Qian, where did you take the emperor?!" Prince Han held the hilt of the sword, his face full of ferocious murderous intent, staring at Yu Qian and Fan Zhong standing in the center of the camp, and kept pinching the hilt of the sword back and forth with his right hand, as if he was trying to find a comfortable feel on the hilt.

Prince Zhao standing aside also had his lips curled up, his narrowed eyes trembling slightly, showing his inner restlessness. He stared at Yu Qian and Fan Zhong, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, his eyes full of murderous intent!
Yu Qian was not at all flustered by the question from Prince Han.

"Your Majesty, he passed away last night!" Yu Qian stood in the middle of the tent and answered the question of the Prince of Han. His resounding voice spread throughout the whole area.

Suddenly, all the soldiers who heard the voice changed their expressions and became panicked. They were filled with astonishment and panic, and kept looking at each other, as if to confirm the authenticity of the matter.

Alas! He is really gone! Zhu Zhanhe couldn't help but feel sad.

After hearing the concrete news from Yu Qian, although Prince Han had been mentally prepared, he still found it difficult to conceal his disappointment. The ferocious look on his face was beyond words, and even the muscles on his face were twitching.

Similarly, Prince Zhao's face was filled with sadness. However, both of them still held the hilt of the sword tightly.

"The holy body has been escorted to Beijing by the Crown Prince Zhu Zhanji!" After Yu Qian finished speaking, he spoke again and announced the remains of the late Emperor Yongle.

As soon as Yu Qian said this, the hearts of the King of Han and the King of Zhao tightened, and the ferocity on their faces became even more intense. They couldn't help but have a worse premonition in their hearts.

"The emperor's last will: order Yang Rong, Yang Pu, and Yang Shiqi to be regents, and order the crown prince to succeed to the throne in front of the emperor's coffin!" Yu Qian said this loudly, and it was like a blockbuster bomb falling straight into the heart of Prince Han. He was so shocked that his eyes were dull, and the anger in his heart burned and spread like wildfire!
"A new emperor has been established, and he is starting anew with the people!

Please, my two princes, accompany me back to the capital to attend the emperor's funeral! " Yu Qian's previous words only made the King of Han and the King of Zhao stunned. But now the last sentence, asking them to attend the emperor's funeral, awakened the furious King of Han and the King of Zhao.

The King of Han and the King of Zhao did not respond to Yu Qian's words. Instead, they looked at each other and slowly moved forward a few steps.

Fan Zhong and others in the audience were also very nervous when they saw the actions of the King of Han and the King of Zhao.

Now, no matter whether it is the generals brought by the King of Han and the King of Zhao, or the generals of Fan Zhong’s central army, each of them holds the hilt of the sword, ready to start fighting at any time!

Facing the two kings' resistance, Fan Zhong waved his hand. Immediately, countless soldiers rushed out from the various tents, each armed with swords, spears, and halberds, and directly surrounded the King of Han, the King of Zhao, Zhu Zhanhe, and all the people they brought with them.

The more than ten generals brought by Zhu Zhanhe quickly drew their swords and protected the three nobles behind them.

Zhu Zhanhe raised his head and looked at the gate in the distance. It was blocked at this moment, and the soldiers of both sides were pointing swords and spears at each other across the gate!
The atmosphere in the entire central military camp was tense.

"Oh~!" Looking at everything in front of him, Prince Han couldn't help but feel dazed and sighed inwardly.

"Fan Zhong, you have followed the emperor for so many years, and you betrayed him like this. Are you still a human being?!" Prince Han looked at the soldiers who surrounded him, sighed, squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, looked around with anger, and then turned his gaze to Fan Zhong who was not far away.

"My two princes, lay down your swords and follow me into the capital.

I! I can keep the two princes safe! " Fan Zhong's words were very firm. He also said this to Zhu Zhanhe, saying that he had no intention of killing anyone and hoped that the Prince of Han would not start a massacre!
"Fan Zhong, just you?
You protect both of us?!

Your life is as cheap as dirt, yet you can still protect us?!" Prince Zhao couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing Fan Zhong's words.

Prince Zhao just nodded to a general below.

"Swish!" Suddenly, one of the surrounded soldiers fired a whistling arrow. Under everyone's gaze, the whistling arrow soared into the sky, echoing throughout the fields. In an instant, the Prince of Han drew his sword.

"I knew you guys were acting weird today!
With a single shot of the whistle arrow, within a stick of incense, the three thousand troops will have flattened this place!" Prince Han held a sword in one hand, pointing it directly at everyone in the audience, his eyes full of pride.

After hearing this, the soldiers surrounding the crowd below the stage were thrown into chaos. They were closely connected with the Three Thousand Battalion and knew very well how powerful the Three Thousand Battalion was!
Fan Zhong had no way to deal with the chaos in the team. After all, the 3,000-strong cavalry battalion was an absolute crushing force for their infantry!
"Rebellious officials and traitors!
Kill them!" Prince Han's face was full of pride, but at the same time, he felt a mixture of sadness and joy, and he immediately ordered the killing!

After hearing the order from the King of Han, the generals of the Three Thousand Camp and the Five Army Camp took up their swords and started fighting without hesitation.

"Kill!" When Fan Zhong saw the other side taking action, he did not hesitate at all and directly ordered his own soldiers to take action.

Soon, the two sides engaged in a melee, with swords, spears, swords and halberds colliding with each other, making crackling sounds.

Although Fan Zhong's central army had a large number of people, they were still defeated by dozens of people led by the King of Han and the King of Zhao.

Zhu Zhanhe could see that the soldiers in the central army were very measured in their actions, and were obviously focusing on capturing the enemy and not daring to kill them.

The King of Han, the King of Zhao and Zhu Zhanhe followed their own generals who were advancing step by step and continued to move forward.

Prince Zhao grinned ferociously, and raised his knife to strike from time to time to prevent being attacked from behind.

After kicking a shield soldier down, Prince Zhao rolled over and picked up a shield. Suddenly, with the combination of sword and shield, he was invincible.

Soon, Zhu Zhanhe, the King of Han and the King of Zhao were separated and surrounded.

Zhu Zhanhe's situation was much simpler. A group of soldiers surrounded him, and no one dared to make a move!
"It's okay, don't worry, no one will die today!" Zhu Zhanhe didn't even draw the sword from his waist. He looked at the nervous soldiers in front of him who were retreating one by one with his footsteps. He couldn't help but be speechless. Finally, he spoke to comfort everyone.

After hearing Zhu Zhanhe's words, the soldiers surrounding him couldn't help but look at each other in confusion. They were well aware of the power of the Han prince, so no one dared to take action. But the Han prince's words left them somewhat confused.

Time passed little by little.

Soon, the soldiers of the three thousand battalions and five army battalions brought by the King of Zhao and the King of Han were thrown to the ground, each one of them without the ability to fight. The soldiers of the three thousand battalions that were originally promised had not yet arrived, which made the King of Han and the King of Zhao extremely anxious.

"Why hasn't the 3,000-man battalion arrived yet?!" The King of Han and the King of Zhao were surrounded and stood back to back with the enemy. He was full of anxiety and couldn't help but wonder why the 3,000-man battalion hadn't arrived yet.

Prince Han could see that the main purpose of the soldiers in front of him was to encircle him and the third brother, and they didn't dare to kill them at all! So, relying on his status, he swung the long sword in his hand wantonly, constantly forcing people back.

"Let's get out of the camp first!" Prince Zhao was also exhausted at this moment. He didn't know what went wrong, but he knew that the soldiers in front of him didn't dare to kill him! So although he had doubts in his heart, at this moment he could only say that he would get out of the central army camp first and make plans later!

Seeing that they were approaching the gate of the central army, the number of soldiers killed by the King of Han and the King of Zhao was gradually increasing. In order to prevent someone from killing his father and third uncle directly, Zhu Zhanhe decided to stabilize the current chaos.

After all, Fan Zhong's hidden archers never took action from beginning to end!
"Enough! Retreat!" Seeing that his side had no more soldiers left to fight, with only his father and third uncle struggling to hold on, and both of them exhausted and surrounded by people, Zhu Zhanhe walked up to them and spoke.

This sound, like thunder exploding in the sky, echoed in the ears of everyone who was fighting, making everyone feel dazed. Some timid people even dropped their swords and spears.

"He'er...?!" Prince Han stopped waving the sword after hearing his son's voice. He was full of doubts. He didn't know what his son was going to do. Could his son stop the rebels in front of him?

Prince Zhao also held a sword and shield, looking warily at the soldiers who had stopped fighting in front of him, then turned his head to look at his nephew who hadn't even drawn his sword, and was filled with shock!
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Under Yu Qian's shocked gaze, Fan Zhong walked through the soldiers one by one, came up to Zhu Zhanhe, and bowed to him!
(End of this chapter)