As expected,
Ben Yashili's team had unknowingly moved to the left, to the cavalry team led by Marquis Ningyang.
As for Ben Yashili himself, he was also targeted by Chen Mao, the Duke of Ningyang.
Seeing Chen Mao raise his mace and smash it down, Ben Yashili's head was about to split open like a watermelon.
"Oh no, the brat is right. Benyashili can't die for now!”
"But looking at Chen Mao, he wants to kill him and not capture him alive!”
With Zhu Di's ruthlessness, he didn't even dare to look at Ben Yashili's ending.
He could already tell that Ben Ya was unable to defend himself in time.
Ben Yashili was dead.
There was a certain distance between him and Ben Yashili, and there was the sound of swords clashing around him. Even if he shouted now, Chen Mao might not be able to hear it from such a distance.
Even if he could hear it, it was uncertain if Chen Mao, who had killed until his eyes were red, would still have the rationality to listen to the decree.
Zhu Di understood that fighting in a war was really irrational. He could only rely on his body's subconscious reaction.
This was the reason why the soldiers were familiar with all kinds of flags during military drills.
It was too late to get someone to blow the horn now.
This was bad.
It seemed that the northern expedition this time was going to be very difficult.
Zhu Di's eyes could not help but reveal a trace of worry.
The 500,000 strong army had a lot of rations. If this continued, how long could they hold on?
However, if the Tartars didn't submit, then this northern expedition wouldn't be considered a success.
The little fox said that there were four more northern expeditions. Could it be because of this reason?
Thinking of this,
Zhu Di could not help but frown.
At this moment, the Tartar Minister had also noticed that a Ming Dynasty general was actually raising his mace and aiming it at his Khan's head.
"Great Khan!"
The Tartar minister only had time to scream.
He didn't even have the chance to say," Quickly dodge!"
Seeing Benyashili about to be beheaded,
At this critical moment,
An ordinary arrow, with a swooshing sound, flew through the sea of people with boundless momentum. Then, with a swooshing sound, it pierced into the neck of the horse Chen Mao was riding.
"Xilvlu!"
The big horse felt pain and cried out towards the sky, about to fall to the ground.
With this,
Chen Mao's balance was immediately broken.
"Not good!"
Chen Mao was experienced in the battlefield. He knew that if this continued, the moment the warhorse fell, he would also fall to the ground.
Even if he relied on his agility to stabilize his body, what benefits could he get in this sealed space where everyone was huddled together to slash at each other?
The only good thing about it was that he died in a very unpleasant way.
Coincidentally, because of this arrow, Chen Mao's mace failed to accurately hit Benyashili's head. Instead, it injured another Ttar soldier on his left.
"It's him!"
Chen Mao had an idea. He took the opportunity to kick the injured Tartar soldier off his horse. Before his horse fell to the ground, he successfully changed horses and took over the other's horse.
When Chen Mao sat firmly on the horse of the Tartars, he heaved a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Chen Mao had the time to look around.
He furrowed his thick eyebrows and a fierce look shot out of his eyes.
"Motherf * cker, who was the one who plotted against me just now?”
Chen Mao spat angrily.
He didn't want the Marquis 'prestige anymore.
Curses came out of his mouth.
"Zhu Zhanhe, did I teach you this?
Don't shoot randomly. Do you know that you didn't kill that Tartar soldier just now? You almost killed me!”
From afar, the voice of the eldest grandson, Zhu Zhanji, could be heard.
In front of Zhu Zhanji,
There was also a pale-faced young man holding a bow and arrow, pretending to be at a loss.
Wasn't that the heir of the Han King, Zhu Zhanhe?
Why was he holding a bow and arrow?
Did he shoot me just now?
Chen Mao looked at Zhu Zhanhe suspiciously and measured the distance between the two.
"That's not possible. At this distance, how could the son of the King of Han shoot the arrow so far with his small arms and legs?”
"And…"
Chen Mao looked at his horse that had fallen to the ground and was wailing. His brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly to death.
"The wound is so deep, and there's so much blood…and the arrow feathers are missing.”
"With this kind of archery skill, it would take at least a Condor Hunter holding a ten-stone bow to be able to cause such a strong killing power.”
"Hmm, looks like this has nothing to do with the heir of the Han King.”
"If this injury was caused by the heir of the Han King, I would chop off my head to liven up the mood.”
Chen Mao thought disdainfully.
However, he had to admit,
If that was the case,
Who was it?
Who is plotting against me?
" Eh, this Tata didn't move at all. He didn't resist my mace at all. Could it be that he knows that someone is protecting him in secret?"
In that case…the person who secretly shot the arrow was a Condor Shooter from the Tartars?
Moreover, this Condor Hunter didn't appear on the battlefield, but was hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike?
Not good!
The Emperor is in danger!
After Chen Mao figured out the 'truth' in his heart, he was instantly shocked.
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