The fierce grandson of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 150 Zhu Xiong Ying: Our great-uncle is really something!

One night passed.

Until the hour of Yin the following day.

Lan Yu's cavalry, braving the biting cold wind, finally arrived at Shilipo, ten miles outside Qingzhou City.

Looking towards the distant city, a few lights can be faintly seen.

It was getting late.

However, if the stay continues for too long, and it gets bright daylight, a sneak attack becomes even more difficult.

Therefore, Lan Yu quickly summoned all his personal generals to discuss how to defeat the enemy!

The remaining cavalrymen seized the opportunity to rest on the spot in order to conserve their energy and prepare for the battle!

After the discussion concluded, Lan Yu's tiger-like eyes swept across the direction of the city. Lowering his voice, he ordered, "General Wang, you will lead a thousand cavalry on the left flank to attack the east gate. Once inside, first burn the Yuan invaders' stables and granaries, and make a great commotion!"

"General Hu, lead a thousand cavalry on the right flank to block the west gate. Don't let a single prisoner escape!"

"The rest of you, follow us through the south gate and head straight for the enemy general's headquarters!"

"And remember, muskets and crossbows cleared the way, advancing with the force of thunder, a full-scale attack!"

"If we burn grain supplies again, we must do it thoroughly, leaving not a single grain of rice for the Yuan invaders!"

Having said that, the generals accepted the order.

Lan Yu gripped the hilt of his sword, his back straight, his face sharp, his eyes gleaming coldly. He continued, "You should all know that this battle is of paramount importance!"

"His Majesty in the capital, the eldest grandson of the emperor in Beiping, and General Feng in Tongzhou are all waiting for our good news!"

"Such a massive mobilization—either we return with the enemy general's head and claim our reward, or we'll be buried beneath the walls of Qingzhou!"

"My lords, are you confident?"

Before the battle, Lan Yu was already quite adept at boosting morale.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone responded in unison, "Yes!"

Lan Yu squinted and said, "We'll move out in 15 minutes!"

Among the Ming army, even a quarter of an hour felt like it passed extremely slowly.

When the time came, Lan Yu drew his sword, gave the order, and everyone mounted their horses and lit torches.

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

Amidst shouts of battle, they resembled streaks of fire, heading straight for each city gate.

The remaining Yuan soldiers defending the city, upon hearing the thunderous sound of hooves and gazing at the distant flames, were immediately terrified and at a loss for what to do!

Amidst the shouts and curses, some hastily grabbed their weapons, while others ran off to report the situation.

Because the remnants of the Yuan army were completely unprepared.

Therefore, when Lan Yu and his generals led their troops to the city gate, they shot them with bows, crossbows and muskets, killing many of the defending bandits with almost no effort, causing chaos among the enemy!

As soon as the city gates opened, Lan Yu took the lead and charged in. He raised his long sword, and with a flash of cold light, a man in front of him fell to the ground with a crack.

This scene greatly boosted the morale of the Ming army, making their fighting spirit soar.

"General, you are mighty!!"

"May the Great Ming Dynasty prosper!!"

Lan Yu's long sword did not stop; he charged towards the oncoming enemy.

His swordsmanship was swift and ruthless; with each swing, enemy heads fell to the ground!

In the end, wherever they went, the Yuan invaders were routed and fled.

As the Ming army charged in from all directions, the entire city of Qingzhou was already in complete chaos.

The sounds of muskets, screams, horses' hooves, and cries mingled together in a cacophony!

As for the Yuan invaders' grain and provisions stockpiled, flames soared into the sky, illuminating most of the heavens!

Lan Yu snapped out of her daze, turned around and glanced at him, her heart immediately settling down.

Then, disregarding the blood covering his body, he raised his long sword high and, like a fierce tiger, headed straight for the commander's mansion.

As for any enemy that tried to stop them, they were all killed by the Ming cavalry!

After arriving at the gate of the mansion.

Lan Yu ordered his personal guards to bring in a prisoner who happened to speak some Chinese. He then sternly questioned him, "Where is Pingzhang Guolai? If you don't tell the truth, we'll kill you!"

The prisoner trembled with fear, pointing to the inner rooms and stammering, "In—inside, we drank all night last night."

Upon hearing this news, Lan Yu stopped pausing, decisively shoving the prisoners aside and roaring, "You lot, follow me and kill!"

"Kill them!"

Inside the main hall, the room was in a mess, with wine jars scattered around.

Pingzhang Guolai was dressed in a single layer of clothing, his hair disheveled, and he looked outside with fear and unease.

The servants then reported that the Ming army had already stormed into the mansion.

With nowhere to retreat, he simply picked up his long sword, intending to fight his way out.

Unexpectedly, they ran into Lan Yu on the way!

Lan Yu didn't even ask any more questions; upon seeing the Yuan thief guarding him on the left and right, he guessed the newcomer's identity.

He raised his head and couldn't help but sneer, "The Marquis of Yongchang of the Great Ming Dynasty, Lan Yu, is here!"

"That son of a bitch Nahachu was blind to send a piece of trash like you to guard Gyeongju!"

"And we've come here today for only one purpose: to take your head!"

These words were extremely insulting.

Upon hearing this, Pingzhang Guolai's small, beady eyes gleamed red. He raised his curved sword high, swayed his fat body, and shouted in broken Chinese, "Insolence!"

"You want to take my head? Try and see—"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Lan Yu gestured to his attendants not to go forward, and he, alone with a large sword in hand, slashed straight down.

Only a click was heard.

Pingzhang Guolai suddenly felt numbness in both arms.

And in his heart, he was filled with regret.

After several rounds.

Knowing he was no match for the enemy, and driven by the will to survive, he wanted to surrender.

Unexpectedly, Lan Yu didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and fought even more fiercely.

"die!"

With a loud shout, the broadsword was swung backhand, and Pingzhang Guolai's eyes widened as his body was instantly decapitated.

"Victory!!"

Amidst the cheers of the Ming army.

Lan Yu bent down, raised the severed head, and shouted, "Pingzhang Guolai is dead; those who surrender will not be killed!"

The Yuan invaders, who had initially hesitated, all laid down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

Just then, a cavalryman rushed in with a report, saying, "General, enemy troops are attacking from the north of the city!"

Upon hearing this news, Lan Yu was not surprised but rather delighted.

He threw the enemy general's head to his henchmen and charged back again.

The battle in Qingzhou City lasted for a full night.

Before dawn, the Ming army cleared the spoils of war.

In this battle, more than 3,200 of the main force of the Yuan rebels were killed and more than 7,000 were captured!

The enemy general Pingzhang Guolai was killed, and his son Bulanxi, along with more than thirty officers and generals, were all captured.

In addition, they burned countless enemy supplies and captured a large number of warhorses, cattle, sheep, tents, and other items.

Thinking back to when he left Beiping, he remembered the instructions given by the eldest grandson of the emperor and the military orders given by General Feng Sheng.

Lan Yu did not linger in battle. After cleaning up the battlefield, he immediately summoned his generals and announced an immediate retreat.

It is certain that Nahachu will send a large army to pursue them once he learns of the fall of Gyeongju!

Upon receiving the order, the Ming army acted swiftly, carrying prisoners and spoils of war, and sped toward Xifengkou.

News of the great victory at Qingzhou was quickly relayed back to Beiping by scouts.

That day, Zhu Xiong Ying was at the South Camp outside the city, observing his fourth uncle Zhu Di training troops, and originally wanted to ask him a few questions.

Suddenly, they saw Er Yatou, Li Jinglong, looking excited, with a soldier following behind him, walking quickly towards them.

As soon as he approached, before the eldest grandson of the emperor and the Prince of Yan could ask any questions, Li Jinglong bowed and said, "Your Highness Prince of Yan and Your Highness the eldest grandson of the emperor!"

"My father sent word that the Marquis of Yongchang has decisively defeated Qingzhou, beheaded the enemy, and is returning victorious—"

After hearing the detailed battle report, Zhu Xiong Ying felt pleased.

Look at him, his great-uncle is really something!