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

Chapter 367 Internal Breath Transforms into Internal Force! Zhu Ying's Open Scheme!

Chapter 367 Internal Breath Transforms into Internal Force! Zhu Ying's Open Scheme!
After explaining everything,

Liu Lei respectfully withdrew.

Zhu Ying then sat directly on the tiger-skin throne of the Tatar Khan.

If he had served as a general in the northern frontier, he would never have recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan.

Sitting on this throne is a heinous crime; once it is reported to the emperor, it is considered an act of rebellion.

But nowadays...

Zhu Yingke was the rightful heir apparent of the Ming Dynasty and the crown prince of the country.

He can sit in this seat whenever he wants.

"Properties panel."

After everyone left, Zhu Ying couldn't wait to bring up his attribute panel.

Comes into view.

Host: Zhu Ying

Age: 22 years old

Internal Energy: 8038 points [7880 converted into Internal Force]

Strength: 8235 points

Speed: 8152 points

Constitution: 8142 points

Stamina: 8223 points

Spirit: 8173 points

Lifespan: 518 years and 326 days

Storage space: 89 cubic meters
Cultivation Technique: Nine Yang Divine Skill... Horizontal Training Technique
Martial Arts: Charged Slash [Perfect], Wild Dance of the Blades [Perfect], Mountain Crashing Fist [Perfect], Divine Arrow Barrage [Perfect], Tiger Roar [Mid-Stage], Golden Bell Cover [Perfect], Bajiquan [Perfect], Berserk [Perfect].

Skill Points: 5 points [Can improve proficiency in any martial arts]

these past few years.

Besides focusing all his efforts on converting his inner energy into internal force, Zhu Ying also devoted himself to cultivating the various martial arts techniques he possessed. Most of these techniques have now been perfected, and he has not touched any of his skill points.

"It has already transformed to this extent."

"Then let's add fuel to the fire today."

"By transforming internal energy into internal force, one can now release internal force externally, making one even more powerful on the battlefield."

It looked like he was only one step away from completely transforming his inner energy into internal force.

Zhu Ying was naturally filled with anticipation.

now.

If we ignore other attributes...

Zhu Ying is currently breaking through the barrier of innate ability through acquired means, and he is only one step away from achieving it.

of course.

Zhu Ying's acquisition of attributes is not considered a single form of martial arts internal cultivation, nor is it body refinement.

Rather, it means becoming stronger in every aspect.

but.

In today's world of cold weapons, the destructive power can be greatly enhanced if one possesses internal energy.

It looked like it was just a hair's breadth away, the final push.

Zhu Ying no longer hesitated and immediately sat up, holding two low-grade spirit stones in his hand.

To enter the Innate Realm, one must rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Despite cultivating for so long, Zhu Ying had not discovered any spiritual energy in this world. Perhaps it was just a low-level world, or perhaps it was sealed off.

Therefore, spirit stones are also key.

He activated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, absorbing the spiritual energy from the spirit stone in his hand and transforming his internal energy into internal force.

tonight.

Perhaps we can succeed.

Under the command of Wang Wei.

Moreover, since many orders had already been given out, no one could disturb them.

Time passed gradually.

The Tatar military camp, which originally belonged to the Tatars, was completely controlled by the Ming Dynasty, and their provisions and supplies were used by the logistics army to reward the entire army.

At this moment, the military camp was bustling with activity as people prepared meals.

of course.

There were also batches of surrendered soldiers who were transported to the border city, and then from the border city to the heartland of the Ming Dynasty, where they worked for the Ming Dynasty for the rest of their lives.

Simultaneously.

From the direction of the border town, large numbers of troops are heading towards the border.

Shenji camp.

Infantry battalion.

Logistics Battalion.

They've been constantly being reassigned.

soon.

That was three days later.

The grasslands of northern Xinjiang.

Tatar reserve army camp.

"General."

"In these three days, the army has been reorganized, and the soldiers who withdrew from Ming territory have been reorganized."

"However, our army suffered heavy losses in this battle."

"Nearly 400,000 troops marched south, but now there are less than 300,000 left."

"Among them were more than 10,000 to 20,000 wounded soldiers."

Inside the tent.

A Tatar general, his face grim, reported to Arughtai.

"After only two days of attack, our men have suffered such a crushing defeat."

"Has the Ming Dynasty's national strength reached such a level?"

"Our tribe has been defeated in this battle."

"After fighting for so long, we don't even know how many Ming troops are stationed in the border city, let alone their strength."

“Our clan’s scouts have become mere decorations; they are completely incapable of gathering detailed intelligence on the Ming Dynasty.”

As the casualty figures were reported, the Tatar generals in the tent all spoke with grim expressions.

Judging from their current state, it's clear how disheveled they were this time.

This battle is over.

It wasn't just a loss of soldiers, but a loss of generals.

There were originally at least several dozen Tatar generals standing in this tent, but now more than half of them have been lost.

Hearing the words of the generals in the tent, Arughtai's face was extremely ugly.

This expedition.

It was he who proposed it, and Benjamin Shiri fully supported it.

He never imagined he would suffer such a crushing defeat.

He overestimated his own fighting strength and underestimated the Ming Dynasty.

"Is there still no news of the Great Khan?" Arughtai asked in a deep voice, having calmed himself down.

After withdrawing the reserve troops from the border town, Arughtai had been searching for Benyashiri's whereabouts.

After all, he was the Khan of a tribe and the leader of a clan.

If something is lost, then it will be a really big problem.

"Reply to the General."

"I just received the message."

"Our military camps within Ming territory have been breached by the Ming army."

"All the supplies and food in the military camp were seized by the Ming army."

"And...and the soldiers who came back from the camp said...said..."

A general spoke hesitantly, with a hint of trepidation.

But having said that, he didn't dare to speak any further.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Arutai frowned and coldly shouted.

Reality.

Deep down, he was also somewhat uneasy.

"They say...the Great Khan has...has died in battle," the general said in a trembling voice.

But as soon as the words fell.

The Tatar generals inside the tent all had drastic changes in expression.

"Shut up."

"This is definitely fake."

"The Great Khan is the lord of our Tatars, protected by the Eternal Heaven, and it is absolutely impossible for him to die in battle."

"Yes."

"Absolutely impossible."

"It must be false information sent back by the mutinous troops."

"The Great Khan is protected by the Eternal Heaven..."

One by one, the generals angrily rebuked the one who said that Benjamin had died in battle.

visible.

None of them wanted to believe this outcome.

"General."

“This is not me talking nonsense. This…this is what the soldiers who came back from the military camp said.”

"This humble general does not know whether it is true or false, so I dare not make any rash statements." The general who had just spoken knelt on the ground and said in fear.

Arutai remained silent with a cold expression, waving his hand to make him stand aside.

Reality.

In the bottom of my heart.

He had already considered the worst-case scenario.

It was also at this time.

"Report!"

"Your Highness, General."

"The Great Khan... the Great Khan..."

A Tatar soldier ran into the tent in terror, knelt on the ground, and was filled with dread.

"What happened to the Khan?"

Arutai suddenly stood up, his unease growing stronger.

"Great Khan, we have been harmed by the Ming Dynasty."

"Now...now the bodies have been transported outside the camp."

The soldier who came to report said in a panic.

Arughtai's expression changed drastically, as did the Tatar generals inside the tent.

Arutai dared not think any further and quickly walked out of the tent.

All the Tatar generals followed. When they arrived outside the camp...

into the eye.

It was a horse-drawn carriage.

There were several Tatar soldiers with severed hands and feet nearby, each of them deathly pale.

Inside the car was a headless corpse.

Just a glance.

Arughtai immediately recognized him as none other than Benyashiri, their Great Khan.

"Great Khan... How could the Great Khan be like this?"

Arutai walked to the carriage, looked at the headless corpse in front of him, his face turned pale, and his whole body trembled.

"General."

"The Great Khan... the Great Khan was killed by Zhu Ying, the grandson of the Ming Emperor."

"And...and his head was cut off."

A soldier with a severed hand knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice.

"Asshole."

"Damn Zhu Ying, damn the Ming Dynasty."

"How dare they harm our Khan in this way?"

"They deserve to die."

"The Ming Dynasty... this enmity is irreconcilable."

"General, we must crush the Ming Dynasty and avenge the Great Khan."

"To avenge our grievances."

"That's right..."

The many Tatar generals were filled with rage as they looked at the Tatar Khan, whose head had been separated from his body.

Sending back the corpse but cutting off the head is clearly an insult, and an insult to the entire Tatar people.

Arughtai's face was even more unpleasant, extremely gloomy.

"This hatred, this grudge."

"Irreconcilable enemies."

Arutai gritted his teeth and said.

"General."

"This...this is Zhu Ying's challenge from the Ming Dynasty."

"He...he told us to come back and hand it over to the general."

"And...and said, give the general...a chance for a direct confrontation."

“If our tribe wins, the Great Khan… the Great Khan’s head will be returned; if we lose, then… the Great Khan’s head will be buried in a stinking ditch.”

A soldier with a broken leg held a letter of challenge and spoke in fear.

Hear this!

Arughtai's expression turned even more grim.

This.

That is to force a war.

This was also a direct, overt scheme by Zhu Ying to give to the Tatars.

It was clearly giving Arughtai a choice.

Is it a humiliating retreat, where even the head of the Khan cannot be saved and his body is buried incomplete, or a direct confrontation with the Ming army?

If Arughtai were to withdraw, and these Tatar generals were to truly abandon their Khan's head and retreat, even if they returned, they would be scorned and questioned by their own people.

of course!

Zhu Ying explained to Xu Huizu that if Arughtai wanted to stabilize the Tatars, he would inevitably have to fight the Ming Dynasty and win.

This was his only way to stabilize the Tatars, and also his only way to deter the Oirats and Uriyangkhai.

otherwise.

Returning in such a sorry state will surely invite further mistreatment from both departments.

Using his head as leverage was just another open scheme against him.

It can be said.

Once Yashri's body reaches this military camp, it will be an open conspiracy that Arughtai cannot refuse.

Arughtai accepted the challenge letter from the soldier.

Although deep down they knew that the Great Khan had already died in battle, it was not a good choice to fight the Ming army again.

but.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Arughtai had no choice.

Open the challenge!

There were just a few words.

"The barbarians are rampant and have offended the majesty of our Great Ming Dynasty."

"Your leader, the Great Khan, has been personally killed by me. This is the first price I have paid."

"Since you barbarians are so rampant, then I will give you a chance."

"An opportunity for a head-on confrontation."

"Soon, I will march north and deploy my troops on the northern border of the Ming Dynasty. If you barbarians have the guts, then lead your troops to meet me in battle, and I will give you the opportunity for a direct confrontation."

"If you barbarians have no guts, you may withdraw your troops."

Then comes the signature.

Grandson of the Ming Emperor, Zhu Xiongying!
This is a challenge.

He then stated it directly.

It's also thrilling throughout.

Anyway, Zhu Yinghui will lead the Ming army to the border. If you Tatars have the guts, then come.

If they lack the courage, then withdraw their troops.

"General."

"What did Zhu Ying say?"

The Tatar generals looked at Arughtai with a mixture of anger and curiosity.

At this moment.

Arutai looked thoughtful.

They're already considering a way out.

Zhu Ying's challenge to a duel made Arughtai feel uneasy.

A head-on confrontation.

The Ming army abandoned the advantage of defending the city.

This was exactly what Arughtai wanted, but Zhu Ying's confident demeanor and willingness to relinquish the advantage of defending the city made him uneasy.

If they win, that's fine, but if they lose, then the Tatars are truly finished.

"General."

"If Zhu Ying really wants to confront our clan head-on, what do we have to fear?"

"On the grasslands, my people come first, and our Great Yuan is the strongest."

"Since the Ming Dynasty is courting death, and Zhu Ying is courting death, then we'll grant their wish."

"Yes."

“If they abandon the city, then our army will slaughter them and advance unimpeded.”

"As long as we defeat them, we can destroy the Ming Dynasty and restore the glory of our Great Yuan Dynasty."

All the Tatar generals advocated for war.

However, these sounds were extremely noisy in Arutai's ears, leaving him somewhat helpless.

At this moment.

Arughtai still hasn't made a decision.

"General."

"Don't you want to fight the Ming army?"

"The Khan's head is still in the Ming Dynasty. If we retreat, our tribe will truly become a laughing stock on the grasslands."

“The Oirats and Uriyangkhai will surely trample on our people.”

"Please make the decision, General."

Seeing that Arughtai had not yet expressed his opinion, the Tatar generals all looked at him, some even with doubt in their eyes.

but.

Ultimately, most people still volunteered to fight.

"Everyone."

"Haven't you considered why Zhu Ying dared to challenge you?"

After calming himself down, Arughtai addressed his generals.

"General."

"In terms of siege warfare, our people are indeed inferior to the Ming Dynasty, but when it comes to battles on the plains and cavalry combat, what do we have to fear?"

"good."

"Although our army suffered many casualties in this battle, most of the cavalry survived, and our tribe still has seventy to eighty thousand cavalry."

"Enough to crush the Ming army."

"I urge the General to give the order to engage the Ming army, not only to reclaim the Khan's head, but also to avenge our people."

"Please give the order, General."

Many Tatar generals placed their right hands on their chests, knelt down, and saluted, requesting permission to serve.

The whole area.

Almost all the generals and soldiers knelt down and begged for permission to serve.

See this!

"Ugh!"

Arutai sighed.

He knows.

This time, Zhu Ying's open scheme succeeded.

Even if he orders a withdrawal, he will ultimately not win over the people.