" However, Zhu Zhanhe, that fool, doesn't know that grandfather doesn't like him at all…"
Zhu Zhanji recalled the discussions of the meritorious officials of Jingnan and his grandfather's " arrangements ". He couldn't help but put on a reserved smile again.
Forget it, I won't argue with a fool.
"Cousin, come and watch me teach you how to kill the enemy.”
As he spoke, Zhu Zhanji waved his sword and charged at the Tartar soldiers beside him.
He chopped down with his saber…alright, he didn't chop off the other party's head.
Instead, he was flustered by the opponent's counterattack.
Fortunately, there was a general beside him who saw that the imperial grandson was in danger and helped.
Otherwise, it would probably be Zhu Zhanji's memorial day next year.
Zhu Zhanji was still in shock. He pulled the horse back a few steps before his face turned red.
"It was a mistake just now. Again!"
He shouted angrily,
Zhu Zhanji charged forward again.
This time, he was much more cautious. At least he didn't fail.
There was also a feeling of being a tiger.
It was a pity.
"Fancy."
As the audience that Zhu Zhanji wanted to watch the most, Zhu Zhanhe only glanced at it indifferently and did not care much.
Zhu Zhanji's level was probably at the level of a beginner saber technique.
Seeing his cousin Zhu Zhanji brandishing his beginner saber technique, Zhu Zhanhe was too embarrassed to open his skill panel.
[Saber technique: Grandmaster level.]
There were many other skills that Zhu Zhanhe had exchanged for with his lying points over the years.
He regretted it.
Before he exchanged for these abilities, he felt that others were very handsome when they waved their sabers. However, ever since he exchanged for the grandmaster-level saber technique, all the saber techniques in the world were so boring in his eyes.
After all, the current him was many times more powerful than them with his eyes closed and a casual swing of his saber.
The sword qi swept across 30,000 miles, and the sword light shone on 19 states.
This was really not a joke.
Of course,
To reach this level, he still had to pass the 19th year of Yongle, after Zhu Zhanhe became a god.
But even so, the blade techniques of the mortal world were already boring to him.
"My happiness is gone."
This was the only feeling Zhu Zhanhe had.
Even so, Zhu Zhanhe had exchanged for some basic skills, including daily disguise, medical skills, horse riding, archery, and so on.
If he was not fully prepared, how would he dare to come to the battlefield?
Just by relying on these Brocade Guards?
The prince glanced at the red-faced Thousand Households of the Embroidered Uniform Guards who were killing the Tartar soldiers. The more they killed, the more excited they became.
Poor child, he had probably never killed a Tartar so easily before.
But do you still remember that your mission is to protect me?
Relying on the Jinyiwei to protect him?
The prince shook his head.
Forget it.
The prince had probably forgotten how he had left their protective circle quietly and wanted to hide behind them. Then, he was entangled by the Tartar soldiers and had all kinds of " dangerous " exchanges.
"Kill them!"
The Ming army charged forward smoothly.
Benyashri relied on the nearby Tartar soldiers to avoid a few waves of attacks and wanted to escape from the side.
This time, he didn't want any gold or silver.
"Protect me, let's retreat, retreat quickly!”
Ben Yashili pulled the minister beside him and said in a low voice with an anxious expression.
Running again?
You are the Great Khan of Tartar.
Can you give me some courage?
If you took the initiative to accept the challenge, your subordinates wouldn't have died so miserably.
This time, there were more than 30,000 elite Tartar soldiers.
However, before the battle even started, they had already lost nearly 20,000 people, either dead or captured.
With only 10,000 people left, it was not like they did not have the strength to fight.
Sweat, pull yourself together!
The Tartar minister was in despair, but he had no choice. This was their own Khan.
He could only helplessly give orders to the people around him,""Cover the Great Khan's retreat."
Neither Benyashili nor the Tartar Minister noticed that a figure had unknowingly approached them while they were fighting.
And this one was bloodthirsty.
A second ago, he had chopped off a Tartar soldier's horse. The next second, his blood-red eyes saw the terrified Benyashri.
It had to be said that Ben Yashili had a good appearance.
It was not that he was handsome, but that he had a strong back and a strong waist. He was the kind that people would praise at a glance.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the first Tartar Khan to be supported by Arutai.
It was a pity.
His stomach was full of idiots.
But this person didn't know that his eyes were red from killing. It was not difficult for him to kill the Tartar soldiers with one slash.
Now, he saw a handsome man dressed in luxurious clothes.
His hands itched.
"Come, come, come. Let's fight for 300 rounds!”
The man shouted and charged at Benyashili with his mace in hand.
Benyashili was about to be chopped off his horse by the spiked club.
Not good, if this continued, Marquis Ningyang would kill Benya Shili.
Once Benyashili died, Arutai could not be killed to appease the Tartars.
Otherwise, Wala and Wuliangha would continue to grow indefinitely…
Then wouldn't there be four more northern expeditions?
I don't want to be captured by the old man again!
A voice suddenly sounded in his heart, and it immediately attracted the attention of Zhu Di, who was fighting.
Four northern expeditions? Where did this come from?
Zhu Di was puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it because he had already heard something more serious.
He quickly looked up.
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