Ming Dynasty: Pick up attributes from the battlefield to create the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 193 Zhu Ying, Sealing the Wolf's Den, Supreme Glory! [Part 1]

"Brothers!" Zhu Ying's voice boomed like thunder across the battlefield.

"Today is the day to achieve great things!"

"After winning this battle, the northern border of our Great Ming Dynasty will enjoy several years of peace!"

"After this battle, the Northern Yuan will be destroyed, and the great threat to the northern frontier will be resolved!"

"For China, for the Ming Dynasty, follow me and kill!"

Zhu Ying roared loudly, full of heroic spirit.

He wielded the tiger-headed broadsword with fierce and powerful movements, each swing bringing forth a storm of blood and carnage, cutting down the enemy soldiers before him as easily as mowing grass.

as always!

On this brutal battlefield, Zhu Ying was like an invincible war god.

He exuded a chilling aura that was unstoppable.

Even the once mighty and powerful Hegemon of Western Chu, who was capable of conquering and lifting heavy cauldrons on the battlefield, could hardly match Zhu Ying's terrifying combat strength.

Zhu Ying is now just that powerful and terrifying.

At this moment, Zhu Ying had completely transformed into a god of death.

Immersed in a frenzied slaughter, the blade in his hand gleamed with unparalleled sharpness, swirling wildly in the air.

Each flash of the blade was accompanied by a blinding spray of blood, adding to the brutality of the bloody battlefield.

"Killed a Northern Yuan soldier, collected 1 point of internal energy..."

"Killed a Northern Yuan soldier, collected 1 point of strength..."

The panel notification sounds kept ringing in Zhu Ying's mind.

Various elemental powers continuously empowered him during the process of killing enemies, and he also gained lifespan.

Zhu Ying had a clear objective, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Yuan army's main general's battle flag, and charged forward without hesitation.

Despite being in the midst of a chaotic battle, surrounded by shouts of battle and the glint of swords.

But high above, there was a golden eagle, an invisible pair of eyes watching over everything, guiding Zhu Ying so that he could accurately find the location of the Yuan general.

This is what makes Zhu Ying unique, and it is one of the reasons why he is so invincible on the battlefield.

now!

Listening to Zhu Ying's inspiring shouts.

All the soldiers and generals of the Ming Dynasty were filled with excitement, and their morale was at its peak.

"Follow the general to the death!"

"Kill them! Slaughter them all!"

"Kill them all!"

"Kill..."

Countless Ming soldiers roared in unison, their voices rolling and soaring into the sky.

Supported by their already formidable combat strength and high morale, and further enhanced by the double boost brought by Zhu Ying's command, their combined combat power was formidable, as evidenced by their performance on the battlefield.

Five long cavalry columns, like roaring beasts, rampaged across the battlefield, charging and killing madly.

Wherever they went, the Yuan army's already collapsing formation was instantly broken into fragmented pieces.

All of a sudden!

On the vast grassland, corpses piled up like mountains. Crimson blood flowed freely, staining the entire land a shocking red.

Screams echoed throughout the Yuan army camp, one after another, without end.

The air was thick with the scent of slaughter. Faced with the sudden and ferocious attack of the Ming cavalry, the Yuan army, which was originally stronger than the Ming army, was completely powerless to resist and was routed and completely collapsed.

"General!"

A Yuan general, his face filled with terror, stumbled to Ma'erke'er and said in a trembling voice, "The Ming cavalry are fierce! Our army simply cannot stop them! The strength of infantry is utterly insignificant in the face of such a cavalry charge!"

Hear this!

Ma'er Ke'er's face instantly turned extremely ugly, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and confusion.

What angered him was that the men of their steppe tribes had always been renowned for their cavalry.

In the past, relying on its powerful cavalry combat capabilities, it conquered the Central Plains and established the vast Yuan Dynasty, suppressing the Han people for a century.

But now, the tables have turned, and they are being crushed and slaughtered by the Han people, whom they once considered weak and easily bullied, using cavalry.
How could he possibly swallow this insult?

As for what he couldn't understand, it was that he simply couldn't fathom why Zhu Ying would suddenly lead his army to abandon the attack on the royal court and instead attack his formation.

This bizarre action completely caught him off guard, plunging him into extreme confusion and panic.

"withdraw!"

Ma'er Ke'er struggled with her thoughts for a moment.

Looking at the unstoppable Ming cavalry in front of him, and then at his own army which was already showing signs of collapse, he gritted his teeth and finally loudly gave the order to retreat.

"Withdraw! Retreat north! Send a fast cavalryman to deliver the message and have the cavalry stationed in the north engage them!"

"The general has ordered: Retreat! Retreat!"

The Yuan generals around them were also shouting at the top of their lungs.

however!
Before the army could begin an orderly retreat, Ma'erke'er herself turned her horse around and fled north in a panic and a very disheveled manner.

"Protect the general."

Upon seeing this, his personal guards immediately followed closely behind.

At this critical moment of life and death, Ma'er Ke'er didn't care about anything else; saving his life was the only thought in his mind.

With his order to retreat, the Yuan army, which was already being pushed back by the Ming cavalry, became even more chaotic.

Like ants on a hot pan, they scurried about in all directions.

"Retreat! The General has ordered a retreat!"

"Run! These Ming soldiers are insane!"

"Run! We can't stop them at all, or we'll be dead..."

The order to retreat triggered a chain reaction, further demoralizing the troops.

The Yuan soldiers panicked and threw down their weapons, fleeing northwards in a frenzy.

The military system, which had been barely maintained, completely collapsed at this moment!
Upon seeing this, Zhu Ying revealed a cold smile.

"Do you want to escape north and join up with the Yuan army there?"

“One defeated soldier can take away ten others, and ten others can take away a hundred others.”

"Your nearly 100,000 defeated troops will be instantly scattered and rendered useless, no matter what army they encounter."

"This Yuan army commander is truly a complete waste!"

"However, this suits me just the way it is."

Zhu Ying was secretly pleased with the current situation of the Yuan army's defeat.

Originally, it wouldn't have been impossible for the Ming army to completely defeat these Yuan troops, given their bravery and continued attack.

However, this would inevitably take a lot of time, and during the attack, the Yuan army would also have large armies on both sides.

If the two sides were completely locked in combat, the Ming army would also be at risk of being surrounded.

But now, things have gotten worse. The Yuan army's commander-in-chief is incredibly foolish; he has actually ordered a retreat.

This is undoubtedly digging its own grave, destroying its own army.

Moreover, given this trend of defeat, it is highly likely that the Yuan army in the north will also be crushed.

Given this, how could Zhu Ying not seize the opportunity and make the most of it?
"Bros!"

Zhu Ying raised his battle sword and roared again, "Hold them tight! Don't overextend! Kill them!"

"I will obey the general's orders!"

Chen Heng and Zhang Wu, who were behind them, responded almost in unison.

Having followed Zhu Ying for so long, they understood every single one of his orders on the battlefield.

Take this order for example. They understood that Zhu Ying wanted them to slow down their attack and keep a close watch on the fleeing Yuan soldiers.

While minimizing their own casualties, they aimed to continuously slaughter the Yuan army as much as possible.

As the order was given, the Ming cavalry continued their charge.

However, compared to their previous rapid and fierce attacks, their speed had noticeably slowed down. Like ghosts, they relentlessly pursued the Yuan army, weaving through their chaotic ranks, wildly wielding their weapons and carrying out merciless slaughter.

During this pursuit, the Ming soldiers suffered almost no casualties.

Because at this time, the Yuan army was completely shrouded in fear, and everyone was only thinking about escaping, with no intention of fighting the Ming army.

Time passes minute by minute!
Countless Yuan soldiers perished every single moment.

Time that felt like purgatory.

On the grasslands east of the Northern Yuan royal court, the brutal scenes of war were increasingly shocking. As far as the eye could see, corpses lay strewn across the fields, and rivers of blood flowed.

The earth seemed to be covered by a thick, blood-red carpet.

Of course!
The sounds of killing showed no sign of ceasing.

The Yuan army was in front, fleeing desperately like startled birds, while tens of thousands of Ming soldiers pursued them closely, relentlessly chasing after them.

The two armies seemed to be completely intertwined; wherever they went, the earth trembled, and cries of agony and agony mingled together, echoing through the sky.

In this chaotic and tense situation, many of the generals were already in a panic.

Completely unaware of the immense crisis brought about by the rout, they continued their frantic northward escape.

at the same time!

The Yuan army stationed to the north was only a few miles away from the royal court.

The fast riders dispatched by Ma'erke arrived without stopping.

"quick!"

As soon as the swift riders arrived at the front, they immediately shouted at the top of their lungs.

"The General has ordered the cavalry to prepare for battle!"

"The Ming army has bypassed the royal court and is attacking our garrison to the east. Prepare for battle immediately!"

At this moment, leading the charge were 30,000 cavalrymen from the Northern Yuan.

"what?"

"The Ming army bypassed the royal court and headed straight for the eastern army formation? How is that possible?"

Upon hearing this astonishing news, the Yuan generals stationed in the north were all stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

But at this moment, they had no time to think further.

Just then, a deep and awe-inspiring rumbling sound swept in from the south.

Like rolling thunder, it came from afar and drew near.

The sound grew louder and louder, as if a thousand troops were galloping towards them.

When the generals subconsciously looked up and gazed ahead, their faces instantly turned deathly pale.

Ma'erke'er's banner fluttered in the wind.

Beneath the battle banner, thousands of personal guards surrounded Ma'erke'er and many Yuan generals, who were fleeing in a disheveled state.

Behind them were countless defeated Yuan soldiers, densely packed together, surging forward like a tide.

The entire earth trembled violently under the impact of this massive flow of people, as if it too was trembling at the tragic scene of defeat.

"What...what should we do?"

The Yuan cavalry commander, seeing this despairing scene before him, immediately lost his composure.

As far as the eye could see, almost the entire land was obscured by the fleeing Yuan army, which surged like a tidal wave.

They knew that if they rashly charged forward to meet the enemy, they would be like moths to a flame, crashing headlong into their own routed army and falling into an abyss of no return.

"Attack immediately! Fight for me, General!"

But at this moment, Ma'erke'er seemed to have completely lost her mind.

He shouted hysterically at the Yuan cavalry in front of him, seemingly oblivious to the nightmarish scene of the routed army behind him.

"Your Highness, what should we do?"

Left with no other option, the Yuan cavalry generals turned to Prince Dalima for help. After all, he was the commander-in-chief in the north, and in this critical moment, they could only hope that the Prince could come up with a solution.

"This this……"

King Dalima felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of panic wash over him as he looked at the scene before him, which was almost completely obscured by the routed army.

But the situation was critical, and he had no time to think.

"Make way immediately and clear a path!" Dalima gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"Only by letting the routed troops retreat one by one can our army have a chance to fight!"

"The King of Dai has ordered that you immediately part to the left and right to open a passage!"

The generals immediately shouted to relay the King's orders.

However, as the Yuan troops stationed in the north began to carry out orders and split to the left and right in an attempt to open up a passage, they found that it was already too late.

next moment!
Like a raging flood, the routed army charged forward like wild horses.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Looking at the Yuan troops stationed in the north who were still trying to organize their formation and block their way, these routed soldiers, who had long been terrified, shouted hoarsely and completely lost their minds.

Although some passages have begun to be opened up, some defeated troops have been able to rush through successfully.

However, as more and more Yuan troops surged in from behind, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse and completely spiraled out of control.

These nearly 100,000 defeated Yuan troops, like a flood bursting its banks, surged and intertwined with the Yuan troops stationed in the north.

The Yuan army in the north, which had originally maintained a somewhat orderly formation, was instantly thrown into disarray and chaos by this sudden attack.

And at the very back!

Zhu Ying led the Ming soldiers, chasing the Yuan army like wolves after sheep, relentlessly pursuing them.

"Frontline soldiers charge! Rear troops, prepare your bows and arrows! Fire!"

While brandishing his sword and engaging in fierce fighting, or rather, massacre, with the charging Yuan army, Zhu Ying loudly issued orders to command the entire army.

The sound was like thunder, echoing in all directions.

"I will obey the general's orders!"

"Archers prepare!"

"Kill, kill, kill..."

The generals and soldiers responded in unison, their voices clear, loud, and full of fighting spirit and killing intent.

now!

Every Ming soldier under Zhu Ying's command felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

Since the start of the war, they have been unstoppable, defeating the Yuan army in one fell swoop.

Then, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, they pursued and killed enemies for nearly ten miles, killing countless enemies.

With only 50,000 troops, they chased the 100,000-strong Yuan army like stray dogs, forcing them to flee in all directions.

How magnificent and awe-inspiring this is!

They knew in their hearts that when news of this battle reached the Ming Dynasty, the glorious victory would surely shake the entire world.

The fighting continues relentlessly!

At this moment, the Ming soldiers had only one belief in their hearts: to pay any price to kill the enemy army in front of them.

Like a powder keg that had been ignited, they unleashed unprecedented fighting power, slaughtering madly on the battlefield.

The soldiers at the front bravely charged forward and engaged in close-quarters combat with the Yuan army.

The weapons in their hands gleamed with a cold light, and each swing brought forth a spray of blood. The soldiers in the rear quickly drew their bows and nocked arrows, hurling them like raindrops at the Yuan army in front.

The Yuan army was now completely crowded together, creating utter chaos.

This made it as if the Ming army's arrows had found perfect targets, and they all hit the Yuan soldiers with perfect accuracy.

Countless arrows rained down like a dense storm, instantly unleashing a bloody storm within the Yuan army's ranks.

"Ah...ah..."

"Run away..."

"what……"

The moment the arrows rained down, countless Yuan soldiers, crowded together, had no time to dodge and were mercilessly pierced through by the arrows, falling screaming into pools of blood.

The scene was exceptionally gruesome and bloody, like a living hell.

"Foolish Ma'erke'!"

Looking at the chaos before him and the broken ranks of his own army, Dalima was filled with anger and helplessness. He could only curse, "They actually brought a defeated army! My Great Yuan has been utterly defeated this time!"

original!

The situation is not that bad.

As long as Ma'erke'er can lead his troops to block the Ming army's attack, his northern army can quickly rush to his aid, and may even be able to encircle and kill the Ming army.

But now, everything has vanished because of Ma'er Ke'er's cowardice and desertion.

Their defeat seemed inevitable.

To this!

Dalima could only rage and curse a few times, but there was nothing else she could do.

The situation had reached a dead end, and he had no way to salvage the situation except to issue a retreat order.

After all, the fleeing troops were already charging wildly at the enemy lines, and their own army was already showing signs of collapse. The infantry of the fleeing troops and the cavalry at the front were already intertwined and in complete chaos, making it impossible to separate them.

In this situation, if they do not withdraw their troops, their only option is to wait to die on the spot.

"withdraw!"

"Fall back!"

Darima gritted her teeth, her heart filled with resentment and anger, yet she had no choice but to roar helplessly.

Without hesitation, he turned his horse around and, under the protection of the central army, retreated in a disheveled manner.

As soon as he gave the order to retreat, the 100,000 Yuan troops in the north, along with their cavalry, began to retreat in a panic, like startled birds.

now!

Except for the rearmost troops, who were a little further away from the fleeing army and still managed to maintain some semblance of discipline, the Yuan army in front had already been thrown into chaos by the fleeing troops.

Upon hearing the order to retreat, they naturally fled north without a second thought, wishing they had more legs.

Before this army of 100,000 could even truly engage in a direct confrontation with the Ming army, it was already completely routed by the onslaught of its own defeated troops, and was even led to its annihilation by their own allies.

Zhu Ying naturally responded with a series of cold laughs.

"Brothers, kill! Slaughter all the Yuan soldiers!"

Zhu Ying let out another earth-shattering roar, and swung his battle sword even more swiftly, like a storm, frantically slashing at the enemy soldiers in front of him.

At this moment, he was surrounded by densely packed enemy troops, which was undoubtedly a golden opportunity for him.

He already harbored ambitions and was determined to use this battle to break through all his attributes to over 7,000.

Thus, amidst the chaos of battle, he unleashed his full power, displaying unprecedented combat strength.

With a flurry of movements, his sword moved with dazzling speed. To the average person, it appeared as if he had unleashed a single strike, but in that instant, he had already delivered more than a dozen consecutive blows.

The black eagle neighed, as if sensing its master's fighting spirit and determination, and charged forward madly.

Zhu Ying was like a reaping god of death from hell; wherever he went, Yuan soldiers fell under his blade.

Wu Feng trampled over the mountains of corpses, tirelessly charging forward as if he wanted to crush all the enemies in his path.

"Follow the general! Kill!"

Liu Lei roared loudly, leading his seven hundred guards to follow closely behind Zhu Ying and charge forward bravely.

Although they all fought with all their might, relying on their superhuman strength to fight fiercely on the battlefield, they were still far behind their general, who was like a god of war.

Under these circumstances, they could only fight with all their might, trying their best to keep up with Zhu Ying's pace, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on the general in this brutal battle.

"The Yuan army's commander-in-chief!"

A chilling murderous intent and a burning ambition flashed in Zhu Ying's eyes.

"Killing you will be the greatest victory of the day."

"And ahead lies Mount Langjuxu, the most glorious symbol of the Han Chinese warriors."

"Today, I will definitely set foot on it!"

Under Zhu Ying's sharp gaze, the fleeing Yuan general was clearly visible, and the Langjuxu Mountain behind the Yuan army was the target.

now.

Zhu Ying went completely mad.

"kill!"

A loud shout.

They continued their frenzied attack.

He charged single-handedly into the chaotic Yuan army.

The fleeing Yuan army, like a swarm of startled ants, huddled together, unable to move an inch.

Zhu Ying wielded his tiger-headed broadsword with endless blade light, each strike bringing forth a rain of blood, the blade slicing through flesh and blood, an endless slaughter and carnage.

Time passes gradually.

The battle cries gradually faded into a blur, but Zhu Ying could clearly hear the pounding of his heart.

It's unclear how long the fighting lasted.

His armor was already soaked in blood, making him a blood-soaked figure.

at last.

Within Zhu Ying's sight, the Yuan army's main general's battle flag was faintly visible amidst the chaotic rout, less than a hundred paces away from Zhu Ying.

"kill!!"

Zhu Ying shouted loudly, completely unconcerned even though he was surrounded by enemy troops.

He spurred his horse, and the black-horsed warhorse reared up with a neigh, its front hooves crushing a Yuan soldier's corpse as it charged toward the Yuan general's battle flag.

Zhu Ying's cold, sharp gaze was fixed on Ma'er Ke'er, whose path had been blocked beneath the battle flag.

It seemed that she had sensed Zhu Ying's gaze.

Ma'er Ke'er suddenly turned her head. The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.

They came face to face with Zhu Ying, whose eyes were bloodshot and already consumed by murderous intent.

this moment.

Ma'er Ke'er trembled all over, as if enveloped in an ice cave. He felt extremely terrified, and a chill ran up his spine to the back of his neck, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Zhu Ying... Zhu Ying, a Ming general..."

Ma'er Ke'er's voice trembled, as if filled with unspeakable despair.

"Come on."

"Let's go quickly."

"quick……"

Ma'er Ke'er screamed hoarsely, his voice filled with despair and fear. He frantically whipped his mount, only to find that all around him were densely packed fleeing soldiers, and the warhorse could not move an inch.

Looking at the crowded rout army before her, even though Ma'erke'er was riding a warhorse, she couldn't move at all.

He screamed in terror, glancing back every now and then.

He could only watch helplessly as Zhu Ying wielded his sword and slaughtered his troops.

Those usually fierce warriors of the Northern Yuan were as fragile as straws under Zhu Ying's blade, unable to stop him at all.

He could only watch as Zhu Ying drew closer and closer.

he knows.

The general before him was his father's killer, someone he wished he could tear to pieces.

But now.

……

(End of this chapter)