Ming Dynasty: A centenarian madman criticizes the Grand Secretary and brings his coffin to court!

In the celestial display.

The sandstorm raged, and a murderous aura soared to the sky!

Northern desert, Yumu River.

At this moment, the battlefield situation was nothing short of a hopeless hell for the Ming Dynasty.

Although Gu Canghai arrived with reinforcements.

but!

This team, which was carrying the flag with the character "Gu" on it, had no more than three thousand people at most!

The combined Oirat and Tatar forces outside the encirclement numbered fifty to sixty thousand cavalrymen, covering the mountains and plains!

That's a twenty-fold difference in troop strength!

Moreover, the opposing force was none other than the Mongol cavalry, known as "invincible in open field battles"!

"Hahaha!"

Mahmud, the leader of the Oirat Mongols, rode on his horse, brandishing his scimitar, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Is that old man crazy?"

"Bringing a coffin to war?"

"Did he think he wasn't dying fast enough, so he deliberately brought himself a ready-made death?"

The surrounding Mongol cavalrymen also burst into laughter, and whistles rose and fell.

In their eyes.

This Ming army, numbering only a few thousand, was merely an appetizer sent to them, not even enough to fill their teeth!

however.

Faced with this widespread ridicule.

Gu Canghai standing on top of that huge coffin truck.

I wasn't angry.

He simply took a deep drag on the thick root cigar in his mouth, let the smoke swirl in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

Those old eyes, bloodshot and filled with tears.

A glimmer of light flashed—

Look at me like I'm trash!

"laugh?"

"Laugh a few more times while you can still laugh."

"Wait a minute..."

"I'll make you cry so hard you won't even be able to find the right tune!"

Gu Canghai suddenly slammed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground!

Sparks flew everywhere!

He turned around and looked at the three thousand soldiers behind him who were already ready to die, as well as the "coffin chariot" that he had modified.

At the rear of the coffin made of Phoebe zhennan wood.

Dozens of thick bamboo tubes were clearly bound together!

That's an enlarged version of the "One-Nest Bee" rocket, the top-tier black technology of the Ming Dynasty's Divine Machine Battalion!

It wasn't filled with ordinary gunpowder.

Instead, it was a high-explosive propellant specially formulated by Gu Canghai, with the addition of potent oil and sugar!

"My lords!"

Gu Canghai raised the two gleaming watermelon knives and let out the most frenzied roar on the battlefield:

"See those monkeys riding horses up ahead?"

"They think we're outnumbered!"

"They think we're going to our deaths!"

Tell me!

"What should we do when faced with a dog blocking our way?!"

Three thousand warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking the wasteland:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"wrong!"

Gu Canghai stomped his foot on the coffin lid, making a loud "bang":

"Kill my ass!"

"That's something only women do!"

"We're men!"

"A real man wants to—"

Gu Canghai suddenly pointed to the dense enemy formation ahead, his eyes bulging bloodshot:

"Push them down!!!"

"No prisoners!"

"Do not seize it!"

"Don't try to save me gunpowder!"

"Squeeze all their shit out! Squeeze all their brains into tofu pudding!"

"Anyone who dares to step on the brakes..."

"I'll personally stuff him into a cannon barrel and fire him like a firework!"

"ignition!!!"

boom!!!

With a command from Gu Canghai.

The guards responsible for lighting the fire did not hesitate to bring the torches to the dozens of thick fuses at the end of the coffin!

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The sound of the fuse burning was particularly jarring on the battlefield.

next second.

A blue flame suddenly shot out from behind the coffin!

It was like a sleeping giant suddenly opening its eyes!

"Boom—!!!"

The enormous reaction force propelled this coffin-shaped war chariot, weighing thousands of kilograms, from a standstill to a burst of extreme speed in an instant!

The eight warhorses didn't even need to pull; they were propelled forward by this terrifying force!

This is not a horse-drawn carriage.

This is clearly a spacecraft flying very close to the ground—

Fireball!

"Holy crap?!"

Mahmud, the leader of the Oirat Mongols, whose smile froze on his face in the distance.

He watched helplessly as the fiery coffin cart, with an aura of annihilation, charged toward his central army formation!

It was so fast that it even left afterimages!

"What...what is that thing?!"

"Why...why is it breathing fire?"

"Quick! Stop it!"

bar?

What can stop them?

Are you going to stop me with your head?!

When faced with absolute quality and speed, all techniques are just fancy tricks!

This is physics!

This is the Ming Dynasty's version of—violent aesthetics!

"Bang!!!"

The first impact rang out!

That was the sound of the huge, iron-clad, spiked wheels of the coffin cart crashing into the first rank of Mongol heavy cavalry!

There was no stalemate.

There is no game.

only--

Shatter!

The Mongol cavalryman, who weighed over a thousand pounds along with his horse, was sent flying more than ten meters into the air like a paper toy!

It fell apart in mid-air!

Blood splattered down like rain!

But this is just the beginning!

"Rat-a-tat ...

The rockets at the rear of the coffin truck continued to fire, providing a terrifying and inexhaustible source of power!

Gu Canghai stood on the roof of the car, the strong wind blowing his beard straight!

He's like a street racer from hell!

"Hahaha! That's awesome!"

"Run me over!"

"Hey you on the white horse! Don't run! I've got my eye on your horse!"

"Oh dear! It's broken? What a pity!"

The coffin chariots moved through an empty field as if it were nothing!

Wherever they went, men and horses fell!

Those scimitars and bows that they usually take pride in cannot even leave a mark when they hit the thick golden nanmu wood!

And those Mongol cavalrymen blocking the way.

Either you'll be crushed into mincemeat by the wheels of a car!

They would either be thrown to the ground by the shockwave from the high-speed impact, and then hacked to death by the three thousand mad dog assassins who followed behind!

This is not war!

This is a one-sided affair.

Traffic accident!!!

"Aaaaaah!"

"Eternal Heaven! What kind of monster is this?!"

"It's alive! It eats people!"

"Run! This crazy old man knows sorcery!"

The once invincible Mongol coalition has completely collapsed!

They are not afraid of death.

But they were afraid of this monster, which was beyond their comprehension!

This fighting style—breathing fire, playing music, and crushing people into photographs—completely shattered their worldview!

At this time.

At the very center of the encirclement.

Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di, was originally prepared to draw his sword and commit suicide to die for his country.

I am standing on a dirt slope right now.

He was holding a telescope (a gift from Gu Canghai).

Watching that coffin truck rampage through the enemy ranks, carving a bloody path through their ranks.

Looking at that old guy standing on the roof of the car, waving two watermelon knives, laughing like a pervert.

Zhu Di's hands were trembling.

His lips were trembling.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Waaaaah..."

"madman……"

"My madman..."

"This is truly my strategist!"

"This is truly my Great Ming War God!"

Zhu Di threw down his sword, pointed at the coffin cart, and roared at the dumbfounded generals around him:

"Did you see that?!"

"That's my brother!"

"He's come to take me home!"

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Stop fucking watching the show!"

"Draw your swords, all of you!"

"Follow that coffin truck! Counter-charge!"

"Anyone who dares to fall behind, I'll stuff them into that coffin as ballast!"

"kill!!!"

"Kill them!!!"

The Ming army, which had already given up hope, was completely ignited by this scene!

Morale is sometimes a mysterious thing.

When you feel you are doomed, you are a lamb to the slaughter.

But when you see a madman with superpowers come to save you, you'll feel like a Super Saiyan too!

Working together from the inside and outside!

Flowering from the center!

Tens of thousands of Mongol troops were actually broken through by this rescue team of three thousand people and the remnants of several thousand soldiers!

on the screen.

Gu Canghai has gone berserk.

His two watermelon knives were worn down from cutting, so he simply picked up a spare piece of wood (actually a roof beam) from the coffin cart.

"Bang!"

With one blow, the head of a Oirat tribal chief was sent flying like a baseball!

"Who else?!"

Gu Canghai stepped on the hood of the vehicle and roared at the terrified enemy soldiers around him:

"Those who block my way shall die!"

"My coffin is still empty!"

"Who wants to come in and stay in a private room?!"

"Free! Food, lodging, and cremation included!"

This moment.

Amidst the endless yellow sand and the bloody storm.

The old man standing on the coffin, covered in blood.

It is the only one on this battlefield—

god!

God of Slaughter!

"Run!"

"This old man isn't human! He's the King of Hell!"

I don't know who started it.

The Mongol coalition forces have been routed!

Tens of thousands of people were chased and hacked down by thousands of others, and the mountains and fields were full of deserters!

And the Hongwu dimension.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yuanzhang had long forgotten about the "disgrace to civilization".

He was so excited that he took off one shoe, held it in his hand, and slammed it hard on the table.

"good!!!"

"Well played!"

"That's what you call momentum!"

"This is the majesty of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Push them over! Crush these bastards into a pulp!"

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at Gu Canghai in the picture and shouted to Zhu Biao:

"Biao'er! You should learn from him!"

"If anyone dares to bully our Great Ming Dynasty in the future, don't bother trying to reason with them!"

"Just like that crazy guy, Gu!"

"Build a giant coffin and smash it into our heads!"

"truth……"

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and repeated the golden quote that had just flashed across the sky:

"Truth lies only on the edge of the sword!"

"dignity……"

"Under the wheels of our Great Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Biao was also thrilled, nodding repeatedly: "Your subject has learned a great deal! This method of physical salvation is indeed much more effective than using classical Chinese phrases!"

……

The orthodox plane.

Zhu Qizhen was so engrossed in the sight that he knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

He looked at the Grand Tutor, who was even more formidable than his own great-grandfather.

Then think about the tragic experience of "studying abroad" in the future.

I was so regretful!

"If only I could have one of these coffin carriages..."

"If only I had half the Grand Tutor's madness..."

"Those Oirat people dare to make me knock on the door?"

"I'll just break the door down for them!"

pity.

There's no chance anymore.

Although Gu Canghai's "Northern Expedition" is exhilarating, it's something you have to fight for with your life on the line!

Zhu Qizhen's "Northern Hunt" was a sacrifice that cost the fate of the Ming Dynasty!

They're not even in the same league!

The imagery on the sky gradually faded.

The fire-breathing coffin finally came to a slow stop after breaking through the last layer of encirclement.

The rocket boosters behind it were already red-hot, emitting blue smoke.

The wheels were also covered with bits of flesh and severed limbs.

Gu Canghai stood on the car.

He was panting heavily.

That red robe had turned blackish-purple.

He looked at Zhu Di, who was stumbling and crying as he ran towards him from not far away.

A disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He threw the wooden stick in his hand away.

He pulled out the half-smoked root cigar from his pocket and lit it again.

"call--"

He exhaled a smoke ring.

Gu Canghai held up the middle finger at the Ming emperor who was running towards him:

"Zhu Laosi".

"This time..."

"Remember to reimburse me for the gas!"

"This gunpowder...it's very expensive!"