Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

Zhu Gaochi, perched atop the tiger, saw everything clearly and roared with laughter, "You little Oirat brats! You wanted to charge our camp? Come on! I'll personally send you to meet your Eternal Heaven!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped the tiger king on the back of the neck. The tiger king roared and leaped down from the clouds like a black lightning bolt, crashing into the Oirat formation.

With each swing of the sword, screams erupted as severed limbs flew into the air, their blood gleaming like blooming red flowers under the moonlight.

Zhu Gaosui followed closely behind, the tip of his blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. The ruthless swordsmanship he had honed in the Embroidered Uniform Guard was now on full display.

Each strike of the blade brought forth a spray of blood, swift, accurate, and ruthless, without any hesitation.

The Oirat cavalrymen couldn't even see his figure before they were stabbed and fell from their horses.

Seeing that the two princes had already charged into the enemy ranks, Zhang Fu immediately drew his sword, pointed it forward, and roared like thunder: "Brothers! Follow me and kill!"

"kill--!"

Hundreds of Ming cavalrymen, like arrows released from a bow, followed behind Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui, charging fiercely towards the Oirat vanguard. Where swords flashed, men and horses fell.

Before the Oirat cavalry could recover from the shock of "gods in the sky," they were pierced through by the Ming army's swords and spears.

Esen watched from afar on the high slope, his expression completely changed.

He originally thought that the Ming army, having been cut off from water for a day, was already at its last gasp and would collapse with just one charge.

But instead of panicking, the Ming army seemed to have taken a magic pill, and everyone fought bravely, causing his vanguard to retreat in defeat.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that on those few white clouds in mid-air, there were clearly people riding tigers and lions, swooping down from the sky as if they were in an empty place.

"Then...what exactly is it?" Esen's hand, gripping the riding crop, trembled uncontrollably. "Did the Ming army really bring down the Eternal Heaven?"

The general beside him was also stunned, his voice trembling: "Grand Tutor, that seems... seems... seems to really be a deity from the Ming army's side!"

"Bullshit!" Esen lashed the general's shoulder with his whip. "There are no gods in this world! It's all a smokescreen by the Ming people! It must be sorcery!"

But while he cursed fiercely, his eyes were fixed on those clouds. The people, tigers, and lions on the clouds were all alive, wielding knives to kill and tearing horses apart with their claws—more real than anything he had ever seen in his life.

He was a suspicious man by nature and never dared to do anything he wasn't sure of. When he attacked the Ming army, he only dared to encircle them after he had calculated that they were exhausted.

But given the current situation, how can it be said that it was "accurately predicted" at all?

"Grand Tutor... what... what should we do?" The general beside him asked, his voice trembling.

Esen gritted his teeth, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the Ming army camp and the few white clouds, before finally shouting fiercely, "Retreat! Retreat first! This battle cannot be fought like this!"

"What? Grand Tutor, we've come all this way, are we just going to retreat like this?" A grassland general with a full beard shouted indignantly.

Esen lashed out with his whip again, making the general's fleshy face tremble: "Are you blind? Do those Ming soldiers look like they've been deprived of water? And what the hell is that thing in the sky? At this rate, not only will the entire vanguard be wiped out here! I don't do things I'm not sure I can win! Retreat!"

The general standing nearby felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately ordered his men to sound the retreat horn.

The deep and urgent sound of horns rang out in the Oirat ranks. The vanguard cavalry, who were still being suppressed by the Ming army, turned their horses around and fled back to their main force like madmen upon hearing the horns.

In an instant, the Oirat army was in complete chaos, with men and horses jostling each other, horses trampling men, and soldiers losing their armor and weapons in utter disarray.

On the Ming army's side, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui were engaged in a fierce battle. Zhu Gaosui, after all, was not used to riding into battle, and was already panting, his forehead covered in sweat, and the sword in his hand felt as heavy as lead.

He turned his head and saw Zhu Gaoxu still chasing after the fleeing soldiers, hacking and slashing. The man and the tiger seemed tireless, and wherever they went, the Oirat cavalrymen fell to the ground.

"How come this second brother is still so good at fighting?" Zhu Gaosui gasped for breath, secretly amazed.

Zhu Gaochi, watching the battle from the clouds, was also stunned. He rode on the tiger's back, his hands gripping the saddle tightly, his eyes fixed on the scene below.

Zhu Gaoxu was incredibly fierce; with each swift stroke of his knife, he took down his enemies as easily as slicing vegetables.

Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but mutter, "My second brother is too fierce... He usually seems so carefree, but on the battlefield, he's truly a living tiger?"

Zhu Zhanji also leaned forward, his small hands tightly gripping Zhu Gaochi's belt, his eyes sparkling as he stared down below.

He counted for a while and said, "Second Uncle is amazing! I just counted, and Second Uncle has already killed dozens of people. Doesn't his arm get tired? I just beat up my son for a while, and my arm is so sore."

When Empress Xu heard him mention "my son" again, she couldn't help but burst out laughing again, covering her mouth with her sleeve, her shoulders trembling.

Zhu Gaochi patted Zhu Zhanji's head: "Your second uncle has superhuman strength, and he has been practicing martial arts diligently since he was a child. He is not someone that ordinary people can compare to."

Zhu Di snorted upon hearing this, glancing at Zhu Gaochi: "Didn't you see? The second prince just took the pills the fourth prince gave him. Otherwise, do you think he's made of iron? He keeps talking about his innate superhuman strength. Do you think I don't know what kind of brute strength he has?"

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

"So he was on drugs!" Zhu Gaochi slapped his thigh, the surprise in his voice instantly diminishing. "I knew it."

Zhu Zhanji wasn't too concerned about whether his second uncle had taken his medicine; he was more interested in something else: "Fourth Uncle, is there any more medicine? I want to take one too. Once I take it, I'll go fight the Oirats!"

Zhu Gaoxi, reclining on his cloud-shaped chair, smiled upon hearing this: "Yes. But it's too early for you to take that medicine now; we'll talk about it when you're older."

Zhu Zhanji said "Oh," and then leaned back to watch his second uncle chase after the Oirat people. At his age, he couldn't distinguish between medicine and drugs; he just thought his second uncle riding a tiger and killing people was incredibly impressive.

Just then, the retreat horns of the Oirat Mongols sounded. The sound was urgent and short, like the cry of a goose being strangled, and it carried exceptionally clearly in the night.

Zhu Gaochi listened intently, his brow furrowing slightly: "This means... they've withdrawn their troops?"

Zhu Di heard it too. His face darkened, and he turned to look at Zhu Gaoxi: "No, they're retreating."

Zhu Gaoxi lay back on the cloud chair, not even lifting his eyelids, and lazily said, "Father, don't worry. Second Brother told me that this matter can be left to him."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Gaoxu, who was still chasing and slashing ahead, and after a moment's thought, he felt somewhat relieved.

This second brother, though usually unreliable, always has some tricks up his sleeve when it comes to warfare. Since he informed the fourth brother beforehand, he must have some backup plan.

"Alright, since the second son has spoken, let him go." Zhu Di said no more, only casting his gaze into the distance.