I was to be executed by Zhu Yuanzhang, and Empress Ma smashed Zhu Yuanzhang's jade seal.

Xu Da's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed for a long time in the Fengtian Hall.

"Your Majesty! The generals and soldiers under the King of England are still unaware that the King of England is dead."

"If those fierce soldiers knew that the King of England was dead, who in the world could restrain them!"

This is no longer a question, but a warning.

It was the most somber and direct warning from the top military official of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang leaned heavily against the back of the dragon throne.

He wanted to refute, he wanted to roar, he wanted to tell Xu Da, "We are the emperor, we are the heavens!"

We can lift them up with one hand, and we can also press them down with the other!

However, when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

Because he knew better than anyone that Xu Da was telling the truth.

Those soldiers were people he watched Zhu Muying raise from scratch, step by step.

He knew the origins of those soldiers, their equipment, and, more importantly, their combat strength.

That was a fierce and powerful army that Zhu Muying had secretly built over fifteen years with countless resources and effort, an army that obeyed only his orders!

In the past, when Zhu Muying was around, this force was the sharpest sword of the Ming Dynasty, capable of striking wherever it was pointed and was always victorious.

But now, Zhu Muying is dead.

This sword, now out of its master's control, will it point at whom?

Zhu Yuanzhang dared not think any further.

He felt a chill run from his tailbone all the way to the back of his head.

The entire Fengtian Hall fell into a deathly silence.

The civil officials trembled with fear, while the military officers looked solemn.

Everyone was stunned by Xu Da's words.

They finally realized that the consequences of the King's death might be ten thousand times more serious than they had imagined.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a rough voice broke the silence.

"That's right."

Chang Yuchun, a man who had been like an enraged lion from beginning to end, was surprisingly calm at this moment.

His murderous eyes swept over everyone present, finally settling on Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Your Majesty, you may not know just how fierce and heroic the men under the King of England are."

"Zhu Yuanzhang! You framed the Prince of Ying! You have severed the pillar that holds up the Ming Dynasty!"

Chang Yuchun didn't care whether Zhu Yuanzhang agreed or not, and started talking on his own.

His voice was no longer a roar, but a deep, hoarse voice filled with memories.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the time we beat Wang Baobao five years ago?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyelid twitched.

Of course he remembers.

That battle was personally planned by him, and it was also the largest proactive attack against the Northern Yuan since he ascended the throne.

That battle was earth-shattering, and it was also...

It was exceptionally tragic.

"That time, I, Lao Chang, was the vanguard."

Chang Yuchun's gaze became somewhat distant, returning to that battlefield of blood and fire.

"I led 30,000 brothers straight into the Yuan army's encirclement. My plan was to break through their formation by striking from the center. But who would have thought that Wang Baobao, that damned fellow, is more cunning than a fox! He had already dug a pit, waiting for me to jump in!"

"An army of 100,000 surrounded my 30,000 men like an iron barrel. There were people on all sides, a dark mass that stretched as far as the eye could see. Arrows rained down like a storm, never stopping for a moment. My brothers were falling one by one."

Chang Yuchun's voice was very calm as he spoke about someone else's story.

But everyone in the Fengtian Hall could hear the ferocity and danger of that battle from his calm tone.

Even a fierce general like Chang Yuchun said that they were "surrounded like an iron barrel," which shows how desperate the situation was at the time.

"I, Lao Chang, have fought all my life, but I've never fought such a humiliating battle. Almost all of my brothers died, and I myself was stabbed seven or eight times. The blood was flowing like a spring, and I couldn't stop it."

"At that moment, I thought, 'That's it, I, Chang Yuchun, am going to die here today.'"

He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, but his smile carried a hint of lingering fear.

"I thrust my spear into the ground, thinking that even if I died, I'd take a few with me. I said to the remaining few hundred brothers, 'Brothers, let's fight these Tartars to the death!'"

"Just as I, Lao Chang, was preparing to lead the last of my brothers to charge forward and perish together with them..."

Chang Yuchun's voice trailed off.

He took a deep breath, and his entire demeanor changed.

Those eyes, which had been filled with a hint of reminiscence, suddenly burst forth with an incredibly bright light.

That was when I saw a miracle, when I saw the radiance of redemption.

"He's here."

"Just as the sun was setting and the last light on the horizon was about to go out, the highest hill behind us suddenly lit up."

"It wasn't firelight, nor sunlight. It was a... a vast expanse of black, a black tide that could swallow the sky!"

"The tide just rushed down from the mountaintop."

"There was no sound, not a sound at all. No war drums, no horns, not even the sound of horses' hooves. It just pressed down quietly."

"At that moment, the Yuan soldiers surrounding me were all dumbfounded. They turned around to look, not knowing what was happening behind them."

"I'm dumbfounded too."

"It wasn't until that black tide rushed right up to me that I could see clearly."

Chang Yuchun swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

"That's not a tide."

"That was a cavalry unit."

"A cavalry force, men and horses alike, completely clad in heavy black armor!"

"The spears they carried were longer and thicker than ours, and the tips of those spears gleamed with a ghostly blue light."

"They were like... ghostly soldiers crawling out from underground!"

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the Fengtian Hall.

All the military officers stared wide-eyed.

They were all experts, and with just a few words from Chang Yuchun, they had already sketched out the image of that army in their minds.

A silent yet unstoppable heavy cavalry force!

What a terrifying existence this is!

"The leader rode a white horse taller than any of the warhorses, standing out conspicuously in the black army."

"He was carrying a silver spear."

Chang Yuchun's gaze slowly shifted from Zhu Yuanzhang's face to the already cold body in Empress Ma's arms.

His voice became incredibly soft, yet incredibly sorrowful.

"That person is His Highness the King of England."

"That's our dear fifth nephew, Zhu Muying!"

Yu Chun's voice echoed in the deathly silent Fengtian Hall.

All eyes involuntarily focused on the lifeless boy.

It's him?

That Prince of England, who, despite his illustrious military achievements, was ultimately still just a child?

He was the commander of that army of hellish soldiers.

Zhu Yuanzhang gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly with both hands.

His breathing became heavy.

He knew what Chang Yuchun was saying.

He had read the battle reports from that battle.

The battle report stated that Prince Zhu Muying led a surprise attack, relieved Chang Yuchun's siege, and killed the Yuan army commander Wang Baobao in battle.

At the time, he felt only pride and thought that his son was a prodigy and a young hero.

He even held a grand banquet for his officials and personally poured a cup of celebratory wine for Zhu Muying.

But he never knew that behind those few simple lines lay a scene so terrifying that even a seasoned general like Chang Yuchun felt his heart tremble.

An army that crawled out of hell!

A son who is like a god or a demon!

"That kid is a born war god!"

The entire court wanted to know what happened next!