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

Fengtian Temple.

Chang Yuchun's voice rang out again, filled with undisguised praise and admiration.

"In my entire life, who have I ever submitted to? Apart from Your Majesty, I've never put anyone in my eyes! But that day, I submitted! I submitted completely!"

"Those tens of thousands of black-clad cavalrymen were like one person. They charged down the hill without the slightest disorder, straight and tall, crashing into the Yuan army's rear!"

"It was absolutely devastating! It was unstoppable!"

Chang Yuchun waved his arms excitedly, once again becoming one of the soldiers watching the battle from the battlefield.

"The Yuan army's formation was like paper in front of them! It shattered with a single impact! It scattered with a single charge!"

"I've never seen a battle like that! Their long spears, lined up in a row, were like a moving wall covered in spikes! With one push, anything in their path, man or horse, was riddled with holes!"

"The Yuan soldiers' swords struck their armor like a tickle, making a clanging sound, but not even leaving a white mark!"

"And they didn't even need to swing their long spears; the sheer force of their warhorses was enough to crush an entire rank of enemies to death!"

"That wasn't war! That was a crushing defeat! It was an outright massacre!"

The military officers inside the Fengtian Hall were filled with excitement and trepidation as they listened.

They were all seasoned veterans of the battlefield, and they understood all too well what kind of tactics Chang Yuchun was describing.

That was the most extreme and terrifying use of heavy cavalry!

Use absolute defense, absolute weight, and absolute impact to crush all enemies!

This tactic demands an outrageous level of equipment, discipline, and individual skill from the rider!

Throughout the entire Ming Dynasty, apart from Xu Da's most elite Ironclad Guards, there was no other army capable of employing such tactics.

Judging from Chang Yuchun's words, His Highness the King's mysterious force not only has the resources to play games, but they play them better than anyone else!

"Just as those tens of thousands of black-clad cavalrymen, like a red-hot iron, were forcibly carving a path through the Yuan army's formation, His Highness the Prince of England made his move."

Chang Yuchun's tone changed again.

"He was alone, with only a spear, and on his white horse, he was as fast as lightning! He didn't follow the main force; instead, he broke away and charged towards me all by himself!"

"At that time, I was surrounded by several hundred elite Yuan soldiers who were hacking at me! When they saw the Prince of Ying charging in alone, they were all amused, thinking that a foolish young man had come to his death."

"But they were wrong."

"That's completely wrong!"

Chang Yuchun's eyes gleamed with fervent light.

"I've never seen a gun that fast in my entire life! Nor have I ever seen a gun that's so powerful!"

"He wasn't killing people, he was dancing! His silver spear seemed to come alive in his hands! Every tremor, every thrust, was a breathtakingly beautiful sight!"

"Yet it is this very beauty that can take so many lives!"

"A Yuan army centurion, brandishing a broadsword, tried to ambush him from behind. But without even turning his head, the centurion, as if guided by the back of his hand, swung his spear backward! With a 'thud,' the centurion's throat was crushed to pieces by the counterweight at the end of the spear!"

"Three Yuan cavalrymen, from three directions, tried to trap him with their spears. He spurred his horse, and the white horse reared up! It leaped over the heads of the three spears! In mid-air, he twirled his silver spear, unleashing a devastating sweep! The heads of the three cavalrymen flew into the air like three rotten watermelons!"

"He was just him, all alone, with only a spear, fighting his way in and out of the encirclement of hundreds of elite cavalry seven times! His white robe was stained red with blood, yet he himself wasn't even scratched!"

"Those Yuan soldiers were all terrified and dumbfounded by him! They looked at him as if he were a demon god descended from the sky, screaming and throwing down their weapons, they turned and ran!"

"And so, he single-handedly fought his way through the encirclement of 100,000 troops and reached me!"

Chang Yuchun paused at this point in his speech.

He walked up to Empress Ma and looked at the boy lying on the ground. This nine-foot-tall man, who had killed countless people, had tears welling up in his eyes.

He reached out his large, scarred, and calloused hand, wanting to touch Zhu Muying's face, but stopped in mid-air.

He feared that his blood-stained hands would soil the boy in his heart, the boy who was like a god.

He dismounted, walked up to me, helped me up, and called out, "Uncle Chang, I'm late, I'm sorry to have startled you."

"I cried then."

Chang Yuchun's voice choked with emotion.

"I'm a grown man, I crawled out of piles of corpses, when have I ever cried? But that one time, I couldn't hold back."

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's that... I feel it was worth it!"

"To have witnessed such brilliance, to have such a nephew, even if I, Chang Yuchun, were to die there, it would all be worthwhile!"

The entire hall was completely silent.

Everyone was deeply moved by Chang Yuchun's words.

What kind of extraordinary person could make Chang Yuchun willingly say "It's worth dying for"?

Zhu Yuanzhang's body was trembling slightly.

The image involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

His son, riding a white horse and wielding a silver spear, single-handedly carved a bloody path through the enemy ranks, all to rescue his uncle.

How valiant that is!

How benevolent and righteous this is!

But this is the son he has, the son who makes him proud to the core.

Today, right here in the Fengtian Hall, he personally forced him to his death.

An indescribable, sharp pain pierced Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

Chang Yuchun's choked sobs sounded particularly clear in the empty hall.

He quickly composed himself and stood up straight again, but his tiger-like eyes remained red.

He turned around and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang again, his voice regaining its previous roughness.

"Your Majesty, do you think this is the end of it?"

"No, this is just the beginning!"

Chang Yuchun's face once again showed that fervent worship.

"After His Majesty the King saved me, he applied all the medicine he had on him to my wounds. Then, he handed me his own water pouch."

"I was so thirsty my throat was practically burning, and I wanted to drink it right away. But he held my hand down."

"He pointed to the distance, to the center of the Yuan army's formation, to the largest and most conspicuous banner—Wang Baobao's command flag. He smiled and asked me."

Chang Yuchun mimicked Zhu Muying's tone, and his rough voice surprisingly carried a hint of youthful clarity and exuberance.

"Uncle Chang, are you thirsty?"

"Wait for me, nephew. Go get Wang Baobao's dog head. I'll use it as a chamber pot for you. Then we'll all drink our victory toast together!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's minds!

crazy!

This kid is absolutely insane!

He had just fought his way out of a massive army, narrowly escaping death.

Instead of finding a place to rest, they were thinking of turning back to charge into the Yuan army's central command tent and take their commander's head.

What arrogance!

How incredibly audacious!

Even Xu Da couldn't help but frown.

He knew his adopted son was bold, but he never imagined he would be this bold.

That's Wang Baobao's central command tent!

There were at least tens of thousands of the most elite Kheshig soldiers guarding the area!

Let alone him alone, even if he led that mysterious black cavalry, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky if he wanted to break in!

Zhu Yuanzhang's pupils also contracted sharply.

He remembered.

The battle report did indeed state that Zhu Muying only reunited with Chang Yuchun after breaking through the encirclement and killing Wang Baobao.

At the time, he thought it was just a literary device used by historians to embellish the story.

Saving lives first, then killing the enemy, is the only logical course of action.

But now, judging from Chang Yuchun's words, it turns out that after Zhu Muying saved him, she turned around and went back to fight?!

"At the time, I also thought he was joking."

Chang Yuchun shook his head with a wry smile.

"I told him, 'Fifth nephew, stop fooling around. We're already lucky to be alive. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. We can take Wang Baobao's dog head later.'"

"But guess what he said?"

A light shone in Chang Yuchun's eyes once again.

He said, "Uncle Chang, as the art of war says, 'Strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane on the second and be exhausted on the third.' Now our army's morale is soaring, and the enemy's formation is in disarray. This is the perfect opportunity to finish them off in one battle!"

"If we fail to kill Wang Baobao today and allow him to escape, he will regroup and return with renewed force, adding countless more innocent souls to the northern border of our Great Ming!"

"A general should possess the courage to take the head of a commander amidst ten thousand troops! Today, I, Zhu Muying, will show the world that those who offend our Great Ming will be punished, no matter how far away they are!"

"Those who offend our Great Ming Dynasty, though far away, shall be punished!"

These twelve resounding words echoed throughout the Fengtian Hall, making everyone who heard them feel their blood burning!

Zhu Biao clenched his fists tightly.

His eyes were filled with admiration, and, without even realizing it himself, jealousy.

This is what a prince should be like!

This is the spirit and responsibility that a prince of the Ming Dynasty should have!

"Having said that, he didn't give me a chance to persuade him further. He mounted his horse, turned it around, and his silver spear pointed at Wang Baobao's command flag!"

"Behind him, the tens of thousands of black-clad cavalrymen slowly changed direction as he moved."

Then, he raised his spear high and let out a long roar, like that of a dragon!

"That sound pierced through the entire battlefield!"

Chang Yuchun took a deep breath, used all his strength, and roared out the command that still makes his blood boil when he thinks about it.

"Great Snow Dragon Rider!"

"Follow me, charge!"

"Target: Wang Baobao's central command flag!"

"A fight to the death!"

"A fight to the death!"