Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 56: Killing the Jiannu
In the daytime competition, the two men only used fists and feet, but in Chinese Kung Fu, fists and feet have always been used to strengthen the body and penetrate the muscles and bones, while the real killing skills are all in the weapons.

Take Xu Renjue for example. Since he was young, he has been practicing how to use the spear to kill the enemy with one blow on the battlefield. Boxing and kicking skills are just to stretch the body.

So when the spear was thrust out, even though Zhu Cilang was not proficient in martial arts, he instinctively felt the difference.

Although Xu Renjue's shot was almost perfect in terms of timing, angle and strength, Ustu was in the battlefield after all, and the more than ten elite Tatars behind him were not just for show.
However, although this shot failed to kill the enemy, it gave the surrounding soldiers a chance to drag the dying Li Chaodong back to the formation, so it was not a failure.

"Your Highness has an order! Whoever takes his head will be promoted two levels!"

Following Xu Renjue's powerful voice, several torches were lit behind the Ming army, and Zhu Cilang's thin figure appeared on the slope next to the city wall.

"Your Highness."

"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Your Highness is here with reinforcements!"

Voices came from all over the battle group, and it was obvious that Zhu Cilang's voice, appearance, and figure had been imprinted in the soldiers' minds.

But at the same time, these voices all contained a hint of anxiety, as if they felt that His Highness's behavior was too dangerous.

God have mercy on him, how could Zhu Cilang not know how dangerous it was to expose his position to the enemy's sight? But under the current circumstances, what other choice did he have except to use this method to motivate his soldiers?

"Array up!"

Captain Liu's shout suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and the soldiers who were worried about the safety of His Highness reacted immediately. Then shouts continued to come from the small flags and even the soldiers' mouths.

"Array up!"

"Protect His Highness!"

"Stop the Tartars!"

Wu Changrui heard the shouts of his comrades. After hesitating for a moment, he stomped his feet and shouted to the person beside him: "Lao Wang! Take the pole!"

The presence of the head coach in person can naturally boost morale, but the effectiveness of this will also depend on how much prestige the head coach has.

If the generals and officers from before were here, not only would the soldiers risk their lives for them, they would probably be shot and shot by arrows in no time.

Seeing the soldiers like this, Zhu Cilang was naturally very pleased. However, Ustu, as the attacking party, was not angry because the morale of the defenders was boosted. Instead, he felt like he had received a windfall.

The achievement of Seizing the Gate could make up for the mistake of killing his superior on the battlefield, but if he also added the merit of capturing the crown prince of Ming alive, he would surely be awarded a first-class medal. He could be considered to have earned a merit worthy of being passed down to future generations.

But what should we do in this situation?

Under normal circumstances, the morale of the defenders would be high at this time, and they should avoid the enemy's sharp edge and use guerrilla warfare to wear down the defenders' fighting spirit before launching a full-scale attack.

But the defenders had the advantage of terrain after all. If they waited for a large number of reinforcements to arrive, it would be extremely difficult to seize the gate and capture people.

not to mention..

The more excited he was, the clearer Ustu's mind became. After weighing various factors, he gave the order decisively.

"Conical array!"

The reason why the elite are elite is not their personal martial arts, but the biggest difference between them and ordinary soldiers is that they not only remain calm when encountering emergencies, but can also quickly make appropriate responses based on the situation at the time.

Therefore, when Ustu shouted this, the people coming from behind immediately rushed into the small cone formation.

Seeing the enemy soldiers moving so quickly, Xu Renjue could only smile bitterly in his heart as he listened to the chaotic footsteps behind him.

The huge gap between soldiers can hardly be made up by morale.

He even thought that after a certain number of casualties, the morale that had been aroused with great difficulty would surely drop again, and the soldiers would gradually lose their will to fight until they finally collapsed.

And he must have died in the battle, but... Xu Renjue took advantage of the gap when the Tartars' battle formation was not yet completed to take a look at the fire, feeling regretful.

"If we can give Your Highness more time, maybe."

This "maybe" contains many meanings, including the humiliation of Yingtian being defeated in one battle, the resentment towards the officials of the current dynasty who have lost the support of the people, and the unwillingness of having a wise leader sent from heaven but not being able to wait for time.

Even though thousands of thoughts were lingering in his mind, facing the huge gap in strength between the two sides, he could not think of any solution except to fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Xu Renjue couldn't help but think: Maybe Shi Gebu, General Sun, and Grand Tutor Lu felt the same as I did at the last moment.

Is Xu Renjue pessimistic?

Of course I am pessimistic, but I am not pessimistic because I have already thought about my own death when I just met the enemy.

But he still stood in the front row of the army, just like the generals and soldiers who had died in the battlefield over the years, and just like the people of noble character and lofty ideals who would sacrifice their lives for China and this land in the future.

This is the bloodline inheritance of Chinese civilization. Even if the situation is ten thousand times worse, there will still be people who will continue to move forward until the seas are filled and the mountains are moved away.

As a time traveler, Zhu Cilang firmly believed in this and was willing to put it into practice with his own actions. But at this specific point in time, he had no other choice but to display himself like a flag in front of the soldiers.

"Charge!"

Following a command, the Tatars began to charge, while the defenders were only in general shape.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Cilang finally gave up the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

After all, he and his soldiers were not the powerful army of later generations. Tactics and fighting spirit alone could not make up for the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

"I can't even find a wife. I don't know if I will go back home if I die here or turn into nothingness completely."

Zhu Cilang's mumbling confused Ji Qingyuan who was following beside him, but before he could figure out the meaning, he saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince snatch the sword from the soldier's hand.

"Kill the Jiannu!"

The sound was not very loud, but most of the Ming soldiers present recognized it.

"Kill the Jiannu!"

A roar came from the Ming army, and all the soldiers stopped and waited in a serious manner, but at this moment someone shouted, "Your Highness, retreat!"

When he first heard this shout, Xu Renjue, whose whole attention was on the Tartars, did not pay attention. But then one shout after another came into his ears.

"Protect His Highness!"

"Stop Your Highness!"

"Your Highness can't!"

Why did they protect His Highness? Could it be that the Tartars were attacking from behind? If so, why did they stop His Highness?

Xu Renjue was disturbed by these shouts. He knew that if he didn't resolve his doubts, he would never be able to display his true strength.

Seeing that the Tartar was still several feet away from him, he thrust his spear forward but turned his head back.

Then he threw away the spear that had been caught by the Tartar, drew the sword from his waist and slashed forward fiercely, causing the Tartar who wanted to launch a sneak attack in front of him to stagger.

And his neck just turned back at this moment.

"Isn't this nonsense?!"

(End of this chapter)