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Chapter 555: The God of War of the Ming Dynasty?

Su Ning woke up with a splitting headache, and was surrounded by the sound of fighting that resounded through the sky. He looked around in a daze, but found that he was holding a good-looking sword and was being protected by a group of panicked Jinyiwei wearing Feiyu uniforms and holding embroidered spring swords. The trembling eunuchs in the corner were even more eye-catching.

"Where is this place?" Suning felt like his brain had completely crashed.

"Your Majesty! This is Tumu Fort!" a eunuch replied in panic.

"Wang Zhen?" Looking at the panicked eunuch in front of him, Suning blurted out a name.

"Your Majesty, General Fan is really useless. An army of 500,000 cannot resist the Mongolian Tartars." Wang Zhen was now so frightened that his teeth were chattering, but he still did not change his insidious and cunning nature.

"You dog slave! Shut up! How can a murderer like you slander my General Fan?" Suning quickly understood the situation and angrily scolded the eunuch in front of him.

"what?"

Soon, an old man with scars all over his body and arrows in his body ran in. When he saw Su Ning in the center position, he knelt down heavily, "Your Majesty, this general..."

"General Fan, there's no need to say anything. I already know everything." Looking at Fan Zhong, who was already on the verge of death, Su Ning felt a sudden pain in his heart and stopped him from wasting his energy. "Hurry and take these pills. We will die together on the battlefield."

"Your Majesty." Looking at Su Ning who was holding a handful of small pills of different colors but speaking in a righteous tone, Fan Zhong suddenly felt sad and took all the pills and ate them without caring about anything.

"Your Majesty." Fan Zhong swallowed all the pills, suppressing the intense bitterness in his mouth. Just as he was about to continue introducing something, he found that there was another transparent bottle in Su Ning's hand.

"General Fan, drink some water quickly."

Looking at Suning who was still able to laugh, Fan Zhong really wanted to smash his head. He restrained his impulse with great difficulty, took the "water" handed to him by Suning, and drank it directly in big gulps.

"emperor."

"Come on! You dogs and slaves, come and help General Fan take off his armor. I want to treat his wounds as soon as possible." Su Ning didn't want to listen to what Fan Zhong said. Instead, he looked at the eunuchs who were shivering in the corner and shouted.

"what"

At this time, all the Jinyiwei and eunuchs in the dilapidated house were collectively stunned. The tense and solemn atmosphere was dissipated by Suning's magical operation. They all looked back at their emperor in a daze.

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty."

"Hurry up! You bunch of dogs, can't you serve people?" Looking at the trembling eunuchs, Su Ning urged angrily.

"Your Majesty, our 500,000-strong army is finished," Fan Zhong said to Suning in grief, allowing several eunuchs to untie his armor.

"General Fan, I know everything you said. I'll apply the medicine to your wounds first, and then I'll take you to meet the 500,000-strong army underground."

"Ah? Your Majesty, absolutely not!"

At this time, Suning ignored the confused crowd. Instead, he magically took out a small medicine bottle and white wine again, mixed them together and applied them directly on Fan Zhong's wound. Soon Fan Zhong felt a coolness and his whole body became much more comfortable.

"Your Majesty, what kind of wine is this?" Fan Zhong looked at Su Ning in confusion.

"General Fan, I thought you'd ask what this medicine is first." Hearing Fan Zhong's first question, Su Ning couldn't help but laugh. Then he explained to Fan Zhong, who was addicted to alcohol, "This is Maotai! It's the best wine in the world. But you just took anti-inflammatory medicine, so you can't drink it right away."

"Ah? That's a pity." After hearing Su Ning's explanation, Fan Zhong no longer felt the grief he had at first. Instead, he couldn't help but feel regretful. "If I could have a sip before I die, I, Fan Zhong, would be willing to die."

"Don't worry! I have plenty here! We'll go out and kill everyone first, and then come back to drink Maotai."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" At this moment, all the Jinyiwei and Fan Zhong present knelt in gratitude, but Fan Zhong continued, "Your Majesty, you only need to stay here quietly. I, the generals, and others will go out and fight."

"General Fan, fellow soldiers, I know I've let you down, but things have come to this point. I'm willing to be buried here with you. Do you agree?"

"emperor."

"One incompetent general exhausts the entire army. I, the incompetent emperor, owe you all the wrongs."

"Your Majesty, it's all the fault of this dog slave Wang Zhen beside you. If he hadn't arbitrarily changed the marching route, how could our Ming Dynasty's 500,000 troops be in such a state of disarray?" At this time, an angry Fan Zhong gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Zhen beside him.

"Ah? Your Majesty." Wang Zhen felt the murderous intent coming from all sides, and he couldn't help but hug Su Ning's thigh in fear, "You must save this servant!"

"Get out of here, you dog!" Suning kicked away Wang Zhen, who was trembling and begging for mercy.

"General Fan, the primary responsibility lies with me listening to slanderous words, which led to the change of the marching route." Su Ning was not one to shirk responsibility. The harem's interference in government affairs was indeed his original fault. He looked at Fan Zhong firmly and explained, "We will charge out together and fight the Tartar army outside to the death. As for Wang Zhen and these eunuchs, let's give them a chance to die on the battlefield. It won't be a waste of their lives."

"Your Majesty." Fan Zhong did not expect Suning to make such a request.

"Wang Zhen, now everyone in the world thinks that you are the culprit. Your family and relatives will definitely be torn into pieces by the angry people. I will now give you a chance to redeem yourself and earn meritorious service. If you die on the battlefield with me and 500,000 soldiers, you will be considered an upright man." Suning suddenly turned his head and looked at the stunned Wang Zhen and shouted.

"Ah? Wang Zhen thanks Your Majesty for your help." Wang Zhen, who reacted immediately, knelt on the ground.

"And you, whether you hold a knife or not, you will die on the battlefield with me. You can be considered real men without testicles." Suning turned his head to look at the other eunuchs, including Xining, who had a "bad reputation" in history.

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty." Several young eunuchs answered fearfully.

"Your Majesty, if you had woken up earlier, this wouldn't have happened!" Looking at Su Ning who was indifferent to life and death, Fan Zhong was filled with grief again.

"General Fan, there's no need to say anything. I'll personally put on your armor."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Suning quickly helped Fan Zhong put on his armor again, and then magically took out a lot of Maotai and opened a bottle of wine in public. Then he said to the excited soldiers, "Soldiers, let's drink this wine now, and then go out to kill the enemy together."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" All the remaining soldiers followed Su Ning's example and opened the wine bottles, drinking together. Even the timid eunuchs shared a bottle of Moutai, and suddenly they felt their blood boiling again.

"Haha, what a great wine! So refreshing!" Everyone shouted in surprise.

Seeing others drinking so happily while he could only refrain from drinking, Fan Zhong felt very uncomfortable. "Your Majesty, we will all die in battle soon. Please let me have a sip." "This..." Looking at Fan Zhong's pleading face, Su Ning gritted his teeth and agreed, then handed the bottle of wine in his hand to Fan Zhong, "Okay! General Fan, drink!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

I don’t know if it was because Suning’s poor pre-war mobilization was effective, or if everyone had forgotten about life and death under the anesthesia of alcohol, but Suning felt that everyone seemed to be in a tragic state. Even the eunuchs who were trembling just now picked up the embroidered spring swords on the ground, and looked at their emperor Suning with red faces and excitement.

"Soldiers! Open the gate, let's kill together!" Suning shouted with great passion.

"Yes! Your Majesty, I am willing to die fighting alongside you."

"Squeak!"

A sharp sound of a wooden door opening was heard, and the sounds of fighting outside the gate suddenly stopped. Many soldiers from both sides looked over here. Sun Ning raised his sword high and shouted to the soldiers fighting in front of him, "Sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the Ming Dynasty will be forever!"

"The Ming army follows me and kills!"

"kill!"

Seeing Suning shouting and rushing towards the enemy, Fan Zhong and the Jinyiwei behind him immediately shouted and rushed over. Finally, Wang Zhen and several other young eunuchs also stumbled forward with their embroidered spring swords.

The retreating Ming army, seeing their emperor and General Fan coming out to fight, felt their pores open up and their blood boiled as they shouted, "Kill!"

Although his current body was weak, he quickly adapted to the situation due to his grief and reckless fighting style, stabbing the Tartar's throat with one sword after another.

Fan Zhong, who had been guarding Suning nervously, couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw Suning's martial arts value was so high. Without thinking about it anymore, Fan Zhong once again desperately rushed towards the endless enemy army.

The Ming army seemed tragic at this time. Even the emperor's last personal guards, the Jinyiwei, were dispatched. They struggled to bring the Tartar army's offensive to a sudden halt, showing the last bit of glory of the Ming army.

It was General Yesen's troops who were besieging the Ming army. Seeing that his offensive was suddenly blocked, Qimuge looked at his guards in confusion, "Sarilang, what is going on?"

"General, it seems that the emperor of the Ming army was killed personally." Sarlang reported the information he knew.

"Hmph! What a waste! Can a useless stinky dragon resist our army?" Qimuge scolded angrily.

"General, I will intensify the attack immediately."

"Hmph! You must hurry up!" Qimuge urged Sarlang.

"Yes! General." Sarlang responded respectfully and led his troops to join the battle in front.

At this time, Suning had no idea how many Tartars had died under his sword, but he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was not handy. Then he took out a Chinese two-handed sword that only appeared in the Qing Dynasty from the space world, and killed the Tartar army with one sword after another. He felt that every pore in his body was excited.

Suning was very angry that the system had turned him into the "Ming Dynasty God of War", and thinking of his tragic fate and the famous scene of "riding a pig naked" under the capital city, Suning wanted to vent his anger with the cold weapons in his hands. He felt that none of the hot weapons in the space world were as satisfying as this two-handed sword.

Suning's tireless killing inspired the remaining Ming army, but the Tartar army on the opposite side became a little frightened. Soon, there were fewer and fewer Ming soldiers around Suning. Wang Zhen and Xining's young eunuchs had long been killed, while the Tartar army on the opposite side hesitated there because Suning's Chinese two-handed sword was too sharp.

"Your Majesty, today is so exciting. I have no regrets in dying to be able to fight on the battlefield with you!" Fan Zhong, who was standing back to back with Suning, shouted to the sky.

"Fan Zhong, you have served the Zhu family faithfully, and it is I, Zhu Qizhen, who have let you and the 500,000 soldiers down!" Hearing Fan Zhong's long cry to the heavens, Su Ning felt only a silent sense of tragedy. Then, speaking on behalf of his original self, he said with shame, "If there is an afterlife, I, Zhu Qizhen, will repay your kindness."

"Your Majesty, you are indeed a descendant of Taizu and Chengzu. It's just that your bloodline awakened too late, otherwise why would you be so cowardly?" Fan Zhong was moved and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Fan Zhong, as long as I, Zhu Qizhen, die on the battlefield, I will be qualified to be a descendant of the Ming Dynasty."

"Enough! You killed so many of my men, and you are still shouting here!" Qimugege separated the Tatar army around him and walked straight to the remaining Ming army including Suning. He felt that the conversation between Suning and Fan Zhong was particularly harsh, and he wanted to go forward and kill Suning and Fan Zhong immediately.

"Girl, you are Qimugege, right?" Suning easily recognized the identity of the visitor.

"Choulong, you actually know me?" Qimugege seemed a little surprised.

"Qimuge, there are only emperors who died in battle in the Ming Dynasty, no cowards who were captured, so you'd better come directly!"

"Stinky Dragon, you killed so many of my men. I won't let you die easily. I have to torture you well to eliminate the hatred in my heart." Qimugege said gritting his teeth as he looked at Su Ning who was determined to die.

"Hmph! Qimuge, you can't capture me alive." Suning didn't want to be a prisoner of the Tartars and had already decided to die on the battlefield today. "So, your efforts will only be in vain."

"Sarilang, bring me my big knife!" Qimuge said to Sarlang angrily.

"Yes! General."

"Haha.Ah." Suning was just about to tease the other person before he died, but he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and then he passed out.

"Your Majesty, you are the true dragon emperor of the Ming Dynasty. You cannot die in such a miserable state. The Queen Mother and the princes and ministers will definitely find a way to rescue you."

The one who knocked Su Ning unconscious was Fan Zhong, a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty. He saw the bravery in Su Ning and could not bear to see him die on the battlefield, so he knocked Su Ning unconscious. After all, as long as he was alive, there would be a chance to turn things around.

Having just received the broadsword from Sarilang, Qimuge was also shocked by Fan Zhong's behavior. She stared at Fan Zhong with her big round eyes, dumbfounded and stupid, "Fan Zhong, are you going to surrender to our Yuan Dynasty?"

"Hmph! Don't even think about it! I will never betray the Ming Dynasty." Hearing Qimuge's wild thoughts, Fan Zhong trembled with anger. Then he looked at Qimuge pleadingly, "Qimuge, please treat our emperor well. Our Ming Dynasty's empress dowager will definitely come to rescue the emperor."

"General Fan, do you think I, Qimugege, am stupid?" Qimugege looked angrily at the whimsical Fan Zhong.

"Ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, I, the guilty minister Fan Zhong, feel ashamed of your kindness." Fan Zhong drew his sword and committed suicide in grief.

"Sarilang, stop him quickly!" Qimugege noticed Fan Zhong's intention, and while shouting at Sarlang, he took decisive action.

　Haha, the strongest international student in Ming Dynasty!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)