Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhu Houzhao shouted and rushed forward.

After so many years of riding and archery, the only way to feel happy is to ride a horse in this desert.

Although the cold wind was blowing, the face was painful, but Zhu Houzhao was breathing white air, but his blood was already boiling.

I have been thinking about it for ten years, and now, I finally got my wish.

Da da da... da da da...

The soldiers behind him rose and fell with the galloping horses.

On the opposite horizon, black dots appeared one after another.

Obviously... the Tatars on the opposite side were still watching and hesitating.

Getailu was ordered to go to Hexi for a while. There were not many of them, only a few hundred. Their purpose was to go around Hexi and then return to the desert. The goal of the Great Khan was Datong, and the team he led The strong man, after going to Hexi, seemed to have nothing to do.

They were not in a hurry to rush back immediately, but stopped and walked along the way.

When they heard the sound of horseshoes and saw a cavalry team in the distance, they were actually not on guard. After all... In their hearts, it is impossible to have enemies in this desert, maybe... some nomads nearby Small tribes, if you meet them, it's okay, you can also go to their tents to warm up and drink a few sips of milk wine.

But when the cavalry on the opposite side is getting closer and closer...

Only then did Ge Tailu feel something was wrong.

He squinted his eyes and tried his best to stare at the cavalry team galloping towards him.

After a long time... he woke up to something, with a look of shock on his face: "Han army! Han army!"

This one shouted loudly.

Getailu was taken aback, here... there is a Han army, this is unprecedented, it has never been seen in the past few decades.

He suddenly showed a ferocious face, hurriedly plucked his horse, and then took out his bow and arrow: "Follow me to kill the Han army."

After hearing this, the cavalry responded one after another, all of them were full of power. In the desert, they never paid attention to the Han army. In their minds, the so-called Han army was just a joke.

They shouted and mounted their horses one after another.

Getailu looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Longevity really blessed the Great Khan, today he encountered the Han army here, today...he cut their corpses into thousands of pieces."

He turned the horse slowly.

But just opposite...

More than a thousand cavalry came like a whirlwind. Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanxi measured a distance of more than 300 steps. His body was ups and downs on the bumpy horse, but his heart was calm, and a lame leg was tied to the horse. Instead, he was fixed on the horse's back. He took the bow, took the arrow from the quiver beside the saddle, and flashed the cold star in his eyes, but only in an instant, he drew the bow.

Arrows flew out like shooting stars.

And the horses under the seat still raised their hooves, knocking on the grass that matched the loess.

Getailu laughed loudly, he had cheered up, and shouted: "Kill him..."

The next syllable suddenly froze.

These Tatars, who were eager to fight, were already eager to try, and they were waiting for Getelu's order.

But all of a sudden... except for the sound of horseshoes approaching from far away, there was a terrifying silence.

A feathered arrow shot directly at Getailu's heart in an instant.

This feathered arrow came with great momentum, it quickly pierced through Getailu's heart, and the remaining momentum was still there, it was actually alive, using inertia, it stabbed Getailu off the horse.

Ge Tailu flew down like a kite with a broken thread, his tower-like body landed on the ground immediately, his heart...was filled with bright red blood, soaking the fur on his chest.

His eyes are wide open, his expression is unbelievable, until now... he still can't understand, where did this arrow come from...

And then...Ge Tailu died.

The Tatars immediately caused a little confusion, and they didn't know what to do.

Just when there were still people looking down at Ge Tailu's kung fu.

But another feathered arrow came through the air, someone let out a muffled grunt, and fell to the ground in an instant.

The Tatar suddenly felt that his scalp was about to explode.

On the opposite side, there was such a strong marksman.

Someone shouted: "Kill!"

They raise their bows...

The iron cavalry of the Han army on the opposite side has arrived like a whirlwind.

They were in neat formation, and when they were a hundred steps away, they immediately changed their formation. Zhu Houzhao pulled the horse rope obliquely, and then, with the Tatar team as the center, he began to circle around. He raised his bow, nocked an arrow, and then shot an arrow The arrow shoots out.

Countless cavalry behind them raised their bows and shot arrows.

Arrows fell like rain in an instant, and they shot at the Tatars in a swarm.

At this time, the Tatars were quite like stragglers. The death of Getelu made them flustered. They hurriedly drew their bows and barely shot a round of arrows. Unfortunately, the cavalry of the Han army were constantly moving rapidly. , and most of their horses have not yet started.

There were thousands of arrows raining all over the sky. In an instant, tens of hundreds of people fell from their horses, howling.

"The Han army has excellent bows and arrows."

These people are all selected one in a hundred. Zhu Houzhao is very accurate in his selection, and he can tell at a glance whether he is proficient in riding and shooting.

Among the Han army, after withstood the shooting of the Tatars, there were also a few scattered people.

But after this round of Tatars suffered arrow rain, Zhu Houzhao, who had approached seventy or eighty steps, had already put down his bow and arrow, and drew out his long knife.

he is excited

Yes...the eyes are red.

For countless days and nights, what I think about is today.

He waved his long knife, and shouted violently from his throat: "Follow me...to kill!"

Riding the horse, the horse roared, and then rushed straight to the Tatar army.

The roaring iron cavalry behind him raised dust all over the sky, and the blade raised, shining brightly under the bright sun.

Countless people and horses, all hot and roaring, rushed towards the Tatars without hesitation.

Li Yi and Zhang Yuanxi did not step forward.

This is the best shooting position.

They opened their bows left and right, shooting arrows one by one.

Especially Zhang Yuanxi, his eyes were fixed on Zhu Houzhao's direction, and whenever anyone approached Zhu Houzhao, he would shoot an arrow, and the arrows, like a cannonball, shot one after another.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao ran into the enemy without hesitation, and the Tatars around him fell down one by one, but Zhu Houzhao didn't care, raised his long knife, and slashed like crazy.

The previous saber and sword techniques are completely useless at this time, and blood will spurt out when the knife is cut, but at this time, it is impossible to tell whose blood it is.

Liu Jin screamed, he didn't dare to retreat, he listened to Zhu Houzhao's words very much, whether it is now or in history, although the hand holding the knife is weak, he can rein in his horse and rush into the enemy's line, waving the knife in his hand at will in the void, Although he didn't kill the enemy, his ferocious pockmarked face, coupled with his casserole-like roar, made him descend like a tiger.

The Tatars panicked.

First, a person was shot down by an arrow, and before the battle, their leader was killed. In addition, they had far underestimated the strength of this Han army. To restore the decline, the Han army had already killed them. The knives in their hands were like killing chickens.

These guys are crazy!

Pieces of blood rained in the sky.

And countless iron cavalry crazily killed, and the situation was settled in an instant.

...

"Kill." The restless Zhu Houzhao burst into tears with excitement. The knife in his hand collided with the Tatar's weapon on the opposite side. He was so powerful that he knocked the Tatar's weapon into the air. Then, When the long knife slashed, the face of the Tatar on the opposite side was sliced ​​flat.

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After a stick of incense, the shouting and killing stopped.

Panting for breath, Zhu Houzhao got off his horse.

Underfoot, a Tatar man was moaning, clutching his abdominal wound, and looked at Zhu Houzhao pitifully.

Zhu Houzhao stepped forward and said in Tatar: "Let me give you a good time!"

Zhu Houzhao can speak Tatar, he can even speak Sanskrit, and he can barely speak Japanese. It seems... as long as he thinks that everyone may be an enemy, he can probably understand the language of the enemy.

Of course, Fang Jifan did not bring Zhu Houzhao's language talent.

In history, the famous Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty was indeed familiar with multiple languages, and Zhu Houzhao had learned Tatar by urinating. And understand the customs of Hui people. Zhengde even fired many porcelains with palindrome himself. He also named himself Shaji Aolan; he learned the teachings of the Western Fanma monks and Sanskrit together. After that, the Frangji people began to contact Daming. Zhu Houzhao seemed to be interested in Frangji as well, and had also learned Frangji language.

This guy has a wide range of hobbies, which is rare in the world.

And whenever he finds something that interests him, he studies it very seriously and has a strong learning ability.

After Zhu Houzhao finished speaking a sentence in Tatar to the Tatar man, the Tatar man burst into tears instantly, perhaps because of pain or other reasons, he closed his eyes, trembling, and was willing to be slaughtered by his neck.

Without any hesitation, Zhu Houzhao stabbed down with the long knife in his hand. The blade pierced through the Tatar's throat. Zhu Houzhao retracted the knife. With the blade pulled out from the throat, a cloud of blood suddenly spewed out, and the bloody man The knife was immediately retracted into the scabbard.

Zhu Houzhao looked up and looked at the corpses on the ground.

Exhaling a breath, Zhu Houzhao made a voice: "Oye!"

This sentence is weird and a bit convoluted.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't understand why Fang Jifan liked Ouye and Ouye, and following this guy, he learned badly.

"Your Highness, four hundred and twenty-one people were killed! Nineteen people were killed or injured on our side."

"Oh." Zhu Houzhao nodded, his face was ruthless.

Looking at the smiling faces of the soldiers.

But it seems... Zhu Houzhao was not excited about the result.

He sullenly said, "I beheaded four of you."

He couldn't help looking around: "Where is Liu Banban?"

In the distance, Liu Jin grabbed a Tatar war horse and began to search for a bag hanging on the saddle. He found jerky from it, took out one of the jerky, and licked it with his tongue... There is no salt, the taste...you can eat it.

Without saying a word, he took the bag off the saddle and put it on his back, and then squatted down again, searching the ground for the dead body of a Tatar.

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