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

Chang Yuchun roared in the Fengtian Hall; he was the young man who issued orders on the battlefield.

"At his command, the tens of thousands of black-clad cavalrymen moved!"

"They were no longer advancing quietly and overwhelmingly as before. Instead, like a maddened ancient beast, they roared and launched a most resolute and frenzied charge towards the heart of the Yuan army!"

"Your Highness, it's still that same arrow!"

"He charged ahead alone, spear in hand! Behind him followed ten generals, all clad in heavy black armor, but whose aura was ten times more terrifying than the others!"

"Those ten men, like ten of the sharpest daggers, fiercely guarded His Majesty the King's flanks!"

"They formed an invincible, formation-piercing wedge formation!"

Everything that stood in their way was torn to shreds!

"So what if they're the Kheshig? So what if they're the Yuan army's most elite troops? They're nothing but a fart in front of His Highness Prince Ying and his Great Snow Dragon Riders!"

"I just watched helplessly as that black torrent, with unparalleled momentum, forcefully carved a straight, bloody path through the encirclement of 100,000 troops, leading directly to Commander Wang Baobao's banner!"

"Finally, His Highness the King charged to the foot of the banner."

"Wang Baobao, the man known as the invincible war god of the Yuan army, was shot down from his horse by His Highness the Prince of Ying with a single spear thrust!"

"Then, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of Kheshig soldiers, and surrounded by a hundred thousand Yuan troops, His Highness the King cleanly and decisively beheaded him with a single spear thrust!"

Chang Yuchun paused at this point.

The entire hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was completely stunned by the scene he described.

Amidst a vast army, he slew the enemy commander-in-chief!

This is a miracle that only exists in fiction and legend!

But now, Chang Yuchun tells them that it is true.

It was His Highness Prince Zhu Muying who did it!

Chang Yuchun slowly raised his hand, making an upward gesture.

"I saw with my own eyes His Highness the King of England hang Wang Baobao's head, which died with its eyes wide open, high on the tip of his spear."

"Then, with all his might, he threw the head into the sky."

"The entire battlefield fell silent at that moment."

"All the Yuan soldiers looked up at the head that was rolling in the sky, their faces filled with fear and despair."

"Then, I don't know who it was, the first to throw down his weapon and kneel on the ground."

"Then came the second, the third..."

"Like dominoes falling, entire swathes of Yuan soldiers knelt down."

"An army of 100,000 was utterly defeated."

The story of Chang Yuchun is finished.

He turned around and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang. For the first time, a pleading expression appeared on his rugged face.

"His Majesty."

"Now, do you know what kind of person His Highness the King is in the hearts of those soldiers?"

"He is not their prince, nor their commander."

"He is their god!"

"He is the only god in their hearts!"

"Now, God is dead."

"What do you think his followers might do?"

Chang Yuchun's last question was like an invisible hammer, striking the hearts of everyone in the Fengtian Hall.

God is dead.

What will his followers do?

The answer is self-evident.

Those fierce and powerful troops who followed the God of War and created the legend of slaying generals and capturing flags amidst a vast army, were shocked to learn that their God of War had been killed by mortals in the most humiliating way.

They will unleash a world-destroying rage, powerful enough to overturn the entire mortal realm and burn everything to ashes!

The civil officials inside the Fengtian Hall all looked ashen-faced.

Previously, they only knew that His Highness the King was a threat because of his great achievements.

But they never had a clear concept of just how big this threat really was.

Now they know.

Through Chang Yuchun's rough yet vivid description, they learned the answer.

That was no ordinary vassal king; he was a young war god with a million fanatical followers!

And they had just participated in a plot to kill gods.

Fear, like icy seawater, instantly overwhelmed them.

Some of the more timid ones had already collapsed to the ground, their legs going weak, muttering to themselves, "It's over...it's all over..."

The military officers' expressions also became extremely solemn.

They understood the terror of the "Great Snow Dragon Cavalry" better than the civil officials.

They also understand better the terrifying destructive power that a battle-hardened army, stripped of its faith and constraints, can unleash.

That would be a catastrophe that would sweep across the entire Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Biao stood there, feeling icy cold all over.

He looked at his fifth brother's pale, youthful face, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow and...

fear.

He always thought that his younger brother was just a talented general who knew how to fight.

But only today did he understand.

Zhu Muying, he's not just a talented general, he's a brilliant strategist!

He is the kind of unparalleled commander who is rare in history, capable of inspiring the spirit of the army and making millions of soldiers fight to the death!

Such a person should have been the strongest shield and the sharpest spear for the Ming Dynasty.

But now...

Zhu Biao dared not think any further. He closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears silently slid down his cheeks.

Empress Ma remained motionless, still holding her son's body.

Chang Yuchun's story did not make her feel proud, but only made her feel a deeper sorrow.

Her son is such a towering hero.

But this hero did not die on the battlefield, but rather from his father's suspicion and power struggles.

What a irony this is!

How tragic!

She tightened her grip on the longsword; the icy touch brought a slight sense of calm to her already dead heart.

Zhu Yuanzhang, on the other hand, was completely frozen on the dragon throne.

Every scene Chang Yuchun described was like a red-hot iron nail, driven deep into his mind.

A young man on a white horse and wielding a silver spear.

Iron cavalry descending from hell.

Amidst the vast army, a clear and resounding voice rang out: "Those who offend the majesty of our Great Ming Dynasty! Though far away, shall be punished!"

The head, its eyes wide open in death, rests on the tip of the gun.

……

These images overlapped with his memory of his son, who was always respectful and even somewhat dull in front of him.

He suddenly realized that he had never truly understood this son.

He only saw the military power in his hands, his growing prestige, and the "threat" he posed to the imperial power.

But they never truly looked at what kind of burning, loyal, and patriotic heart lay hidden beneath his dazzling brilliance.

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

Zhu Yuanzhang's lips unconsciously repeated those words.

What a magnificent spirit!

These are the words that should have been spoken by Zhu Yuanzhang's son!

This is how a prince of the Great Ming Dynasty should behave!

But he destroyed it all with his own hands.

It wasn't because of family ties, but because of fear.

He realized that he might have done the most foolish and fatal mistake of his life.

In his attempt to remove a "thorn" he had imagined, he inadvertently detonated a massive powder keg capable of shattering his entire empire!

"Zhu Yuanzhang, you personally killed the Great War God of the Ming Dynasty! Do you regret it?!"

Just when the entire hall was plunged into a deathly silence and despair.

A series of hurried footsteps approaching from afar, accompanied by a piercing shout, broke the silence.

"Report—!"

"Urgent dispatch—!"

"Urgent report from Northern Xinjiang!!"

The sound, like a bolt of lightning, pierced the gloom within the Fengtian Hall.

Everyone was startled and turned to look at the entrance of the hall.

……

Three chapters updated in a row.

This chapter is a supplement to yesterday's.

I updated two chapters yesterday, but it's a bit lacking.

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