The army continued to pursue.
The scouts in front of them encountered a small group of Tartars and were then cut down by the cavalrymen of the five camps.
"Everything is within Little Fox's expectations!”
"Then, can Benyashili still escape from my grasp?”
Zhu Di returned with great ambition and victory. It seemed that it would be tomorrow.
Zhu Zhanhe curled his lips.
He didn't know how long it would take for them to catch up to him.
It would be better to send someone to circle around and head west to intercept him on the road to Benyashili.
All the way to the west?
The only way to Benyashili?
Zhu Di muttered in his heart.
"Eh, how does the little fox know where Ben Yashili wants to go?
Also, why didn't you make it clear once and for all?
This bad habit of speaking halfway…
When I go back, I will teach Second Brother a lesson and let him raise such a son!
Humph!
Han King Zhu Gaoxu: ???
At this moment, the other generals had also discovered that Benyashili Tribe had no will to fight and seemed to want to run.
Arutai Tribe didn't appear.
None of those Tartar soldiers were from the Arutai Tribe!
"Emperor, you are truly a god."
Chen Mao couldn't help but give Zhu Di a thumbs up.
Chen Mao was the son of Chen Heng, Duke of Jing. In his early years, he participated in the battle of Jingnan with his father and was granted the title of Ningyang Bo because of his meritorious service.
He was a junior that Zhu Di valued more.
Chen Mao was a cautious person, so he trusted Zhu Zhanji's opinion when it came to Ben Yashili's matter.
However, he did not expect Zhu Di to be stubborn and risk being ambushed. The result proved that he was right.
This made his eyeballs almost fall out, and he couldn't help but be convinced.
"Hahaha."
Chen Mao's words made Zhu Di laugh heartily.
Zhu Di turned his head and saw Zhu Zhanhe slowly riding up from behind. He then said mysteriously,""Actually, all of this is my grandson's credit.”
Grandson?
The eldest grandson?
But hasn't he been stopping you?
So, your majesty, you said that the credit for the eldest grandson was because he stopped you, so you insisted on fighting?
Emperor, when did you become so willful?
Chen Mao was shocked.
In Zhu Di's eyes, he was shocked that he had a good grandson.
"Hahaha, you have a son too, right? You don't have to envy me."
Chen Mao was speechless.
I'm not envious.
However, since the emperor admires the eldest grandson so much, why do you still keep the son of the Han King by your side?
Chen Mao couldn't help but glance behind him.
The frail and sickly Crown Prince of Han, Zhu Zhanhe, ran forward in shock.
This…
Emperor, what illness do you have?
Zhu Di didn't know what Chen Mao was thinking under his complicated expression. Ben Yashili was just ahead, and success was just around the corner.
"Let's go, Benya isn't far away."
On the other side,
Zhu Di rode his horse forward.
Sure enough,
The majority of the Tartar army could already be seen from afar.
"Ming army! It's Great Ming's Great Emperor!"
A sharp-eyed Tartar soldier recognized the dragon flag and shouted.
The other Tartar soldiers were immediately thrown off their feet.
As remnants of the Mongol tribes, these Tatars were no strangers to the dragon flag. They had used it in the Yuan Dynasty, but in the Ming Dynasty…
Thinking of Zhu Yuanzhang's several northern expeditions, the painful days when his clansmen were beaten up and fled like rats, now the King of Yan, who was stationed in Beiping, had also come!
Run!
When the Great Ming cavalry approached the Tatars like a whirlwind, the Tatars 'reaction was not to fight but to flee!
As the Khan of the Tartars, Benyashri, who was revered as the Wanzhetimur Khan, was thirty-three years old this year. He had the strong physique of a Mongolian and deep eyes.
At this moment, he walked out of his tent and looked at the dust flying in the distance.
The Ming army charged over with an invincible aura.
As for his own people, the soldiers who were supposed to protect him, their first reaction was to run.
Ben Yashili did not feel angry.
He only frowned.
"The Ming army is still some distance away. Order the tribe closest to the Ming army to fight back.”
Ben Yashili ordered.
The eyes of the Tartar minister lit up."Great Khan, are we going to fight Zhu Di?”
"No, let's run."
"Ah?"
"What? The 500,000 Ming soldiers, Grand Preceptor…No, Arutai that bastard, had already led his men to Wuliangha.
What do you want me to use to fight this war with Da Ming?
Hurry up and run now, it's too late!”
The Minister of Tartar was speechless.
Ben Yashili ran away.
The Tartar soldiers were unable to form a strong line of defense.
They were cut off from each other by the cavalry of the 3,000 battalions of the Ming army and then killed cleanly.
Usually, this was the best way to fight.
It was better to break one than to hurt ten.
But now?
Zhu Di's saber chopped off the head of a Tartar soldier, but he felt that something was wrong.
He couldn't tell what was wrong.
Are you stupid? You're still calculating the number of kills.
What was the use of killing more heads?
Even if there were 10,000 Tartar soldiers, could they be compared to one Benyashri?
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