Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 143 Battle of Sanxiakou 2
"Woo woo woo~" A long horn sound suddenly rang out from the mountain at the mouth of the Three Gorges!

The sudden sound made Zhu Zhanhe realize that the foreign tribes on the grassland were preparing to launch a counterattack and confront the Ming army head-on under the pressure of the artillery bombardment!
Soon after the horn sounded at the Three Gorges Pass, countless grassland Tartars rushed out from all directions with the Three Gorges Pass as the center!
As he got closer, Zhu Zhanhe could see clearly that the Three Gorges Pass was truly narrow, only allowing about ten horses to pass side by side. This location was truly a place where one man could hold the pass, and ten thousand could not!

Without any hesitation, Zhu Zhanhe rushed straight towards the entrance of the Three Gorges.

A grassland cavalryman waved a long sword above his head and rushed towards Zhu Zhanhe. Zhu Zhanhe was not panicked at all and did not slow down at all. He stabbed the opponent with his sword and was directly pierced by the long sword.

"Ah~!" The screams of the Tartars who were pierced by the long swords were inconspicuous on the chaotic battlefield.

At this time, two more cavalrymen came towards Zhu Zhanhe from the left and right sides with spears!
Zhu Zhanhe swung his broadsword and directly smashed the grassland Tatar on the broadsword towards one of them. Then he swung the broadsword in a circle and chopped at the other person with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

With a "Shua!" sound, the Tartars charging over were split into two by Zhu Zhanhe, including their horses! There were no screams, no wails, only the twitching bodies of people and horses on the ground!
Then Zhu Zhanhe swung his sword again, sweeping away the enemy with one blow. The grassland cavalry who avoided the impact of the corpses continued to charge with their lower bodies following the horses!

As for the upper body, it slowly fell from the air to the ground!

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"Swish~" A series of teeth-grinding stabbing sounds were heard, and several grassland people came straight at Zhu Zhanhe with their spears. However, Zhu Zhanhe did not even try to dodge such an attack, and even the BMW under his crotch did not dodge! After all, Zhu Zhanhe and his horse were both wearing heavy armor, and such an attack could not break through his defense at all!

The sound of "hiss" rang out, and the snow-stepping horse was enraged by the stab, and it immediately jumped into the air, kicking two people away with its front hooves. It seemed that they were doomed. As for the rest of the people, Zhu Zhanhe swung his sword again and took them all away.

"Heavy cavalry! Heavy cavalry!" Seeing countless grassland people die wherever Zhu Zhanhe passed, someone finally shouted loudly in the grassland dialect, telling everyone that Zhu Zhanhe was a heavy cavalryman and needed heavy weapons! They needed more people to surround him!
But obviously, although he was right, it was of no use at all.

"Kill!" A Tartar from the grassland holding a hammer swung the hammer and charged directly towards Zhu Zhanhe's snow-stepping horse, but before he got close, Zhu Zhanhe chopped off his head with a big knife, and the head rolled far away.

At this time, Zhu Zhanhe was surrounded by dozens of alien tribes from the grassland. They just surrounded Zhu Zhanhe with fear in their eyes, but no one dared to rush over to attack.

Zhu Zhanhe glanced around with sharp eyes and saw Zhu Zhanji who had been knocked off his horse and was fighting someone in close combat with a knife.

Complex emotions flashed in his eyes several times. Finally, Zhu Zhanhe gritted his teeth, sighed, and rode his horse towards Zhu Zhanji!

"Swish! Swish! ~" After several consecutive swipes of his sword, Zhu Zhanhe broke out of the encirclement of the grassland Tartars and headed towards Zhu Zhanji.

Although rescue efforts had begun, there was still some distance to go. Zhu Zhanhe watched as Zhu Zhanji was knocked away by a cavalryman. Before he could even stand up, a steppe Tartar with a sledgehammer knocked his helmet off his head!

Zhu Zhanji fell down in a daze! Seeing this, Zhu Zhanhe was stunned! Didn't they say that Emperor Xuanzong would die here?

But then, Zhu Zhanji actually staggered to his feet!

Zhu Zhanhe casually slapped a grassland cavalryman who dared to charge over, and saw that there was actually a soldier dressed in Ming army uniform, who was approaching Zhu Zhanli with a knife. Anyone who approached him was killed, and at this moment he was already close to Zhu Zhanji!

Some generals in the army also discovered that the crown prince was injured and were rushing to rescue him!

But before the Ming soldiers could kill Zhu Zhanji, he was shot through the chest by a charging grassland cavalryman, falling to the ground. Then, the grassland cavalryman thrust his spear directly at Zhu Zhanji who was a few steps away.

"Swish!" Seeing that the future Emperor Xuanzong was really about to die, Zhu Zhanhe did not hesitate. He swung out the big knife in his hand and nailed the cavalryman and his horse to the ground!
Then, Zhu Zhanhe drew out the sword hanging on the saddle, and pulled out the round shield hanging on the other side, slashing left and right, and any Tartar who dared to approach fell to the ground.

Finally, not long after Zhu Zhanhe threw the sword, the charging soldiers from the Fifth Army Camp rushed over and carried the dizzy Zhu Zhanji away.

Looking at Zhu Zhanji being carried away, Zhu Zhanhe breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and then his eyes flashed with a tyrannical aura...

The battle lasted until dusk, when the steppe Tartars slowly retreated. Zhu Zhanhe and his horse were already covered in blood. He could not remember how many people he had killed. He only remembered that the steppe Tartars fled as if they had seen a ghost when they saw him, and he chased and hacked them.

The stench of blood and the broken limbs all around him made it so that even the Ming army didn't dare to approach him!

"Your Highness, your sword!" Under the setting sun, Zhu Zhanhe sat upright on the horse's back like the Hell-Blood Demon God, calmly watching the retreating grassland Tartars.

The soldiers of the vanguard camp struggled to pull Zhu Zhanhe's sword off the corpses of the men and horses. Two brave men came up to him with swords in their hands and spoke to Zhu Zhanhe cautiously.

"Let's go back to the camp!" Zhu Zhanhe took the big knife casually, wiped the still sharp but blood-stained sword in his hand on his body casually, and went back to the camp with the long knife and big sword.

On the way back to the military camp, countless people looked at Zhu Zhanhe with eyes filled with endless horror and admiration! The timid ones even vomited on the ground!
Zhu Zhanhe had just rode his horse into the military camp when he looked up and saw several people walking and talking in front of him. Seeing that his father, Prince Han, and Emperor Yongle were among the crowd, Zhu Zhanhe prepared to hide and take a detour back to his tent.

"Sir Qianzong!" But the opposite happened. Zhu Zhanhe was stopped by someone, especially Qian Zhongcai, whose voice was so powerful that Emperor Yongle and others who were walking in front turned back.

Emperor Yongle had originally been planning to go check it out when he heard from his second son that the Crown Prince was injured, but he heard someone yelling in the military camp, so he turned around to see who it was. However, when he turned around, Emperor Yongle was stunned!
In fact, it was not only Emperor Yongle who was stunned. Even Prince Han, Prince Zhao, and Fan Zhong who were following behind Emperor Yongle were looking back in horror at the front.

Behind them, at the entrance to the military camp, was a man in bright red armor, riding on an equally bright red horse, holding a large Guandao and a long sword! Especially the strong smell of blood that filled their noses, which could be clearly smelled even from such a distance.

"He'er?!" Prince Zhao was the first to react, shouting subconsciously. At this moment, Prince Zhao was filled with shock. The person before him was actually the second son's family?!
"Second brother?! You..." Prince Zhao turned around and looked at his second brother, Prince Han, hesitantly: "Second brother, are you crazy? You don't want your son anymore? Are you going to kill your son?!"
"He'er!..." Prince Han also looked up at his son covered in blood in front of him, and was stunned for a long time without saying a word.

"Grandpa, Dad, Third Uncle! I'm all dirty, so I won't be noticed. I'll go back and wash myself!

"General Fan Zhong!" Seeing that they had spotted him, Zhu Zhanhe rode over and greeted them.

Originally, Zhu Zhanhe wanted to get up and dismount, but he found that some of his armor was stuck to the saddle. In order to avoid embarrassment, he could only talk to a few people while riding on the horse.

"Go, wash yourself well and have a good rest!" Emperor Yongle looked at his grandson, whose body was covered in blood, his eyes full of disbelief and heartache.

"Grandson, I'm leaving!" Zhu Zhanhe immediately turned around and rode away after hearing what Emperor Yongle said. After all, the filth all over his body was really fishy and smelly! It also made him feel uncomfortable!

“Second brother!

You did a great job! " Seeing his grandson, covered in blood, leave, Emperor Yongle narrowed his eyes, his eyes filled with anger, staring at Prince Han like an angry tiger!
(End of this chapter)