Chapter 10: Saving Chen Heng! Zhu Ying Aims to Achieve the Merit of an Immediate Execution!

The two armies were completely locked in a chaotic melee.

At this moment, even the Ming army’s archers had been dragged into the fray.

Following this.

"First Thousand-Man Battalion archers, draw your blades, engage!"

Wei Quan let out a thunderous roar.

Many Tatar infantrymen charged forward, hacking and slashing wildly.

"Brothers, stay close to me, follow me and kill!"

Zhu Ying did not hesitate for a second, shouting to the soldiers beside him.

"Follow the Small Flag Officer, kill!"

The ten new recruits also roared to bolster their courage; despite their fear, looking at Zhu Ying before them, they felt less terrified.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying drew the fine steel saber at his waist and charged toward the oncoming Tatar army.

Head-on.

A group of Tatar soldiers spotted Zhu Ying, and one of them swung a long blade down at him.

"Die for me!"

Zhu Ying raised his saber to meet it.

*Clang!*

The Tatar soldier's blade was instantly snapped in two.

Before the Tatar soldier could even register his shock, Zhu Ying swung his blade.

The fine steel saber was incredibly sharp; a head flew into the air, and blood sprayed out.

"Killed a Tatar infantryman, gained 20 points of Strength."

Zhu Ying took a quick step forward, sliced off the ear of the Tatar soldier's head, and tucked it into his tunic.

This was military merit; the ear was the proof.

Zhu Ying had a firm goal: he was determined to climb the ranks.

He wouldn't let a single bit of military merit slip by.

"Damn Han!"

"Die!"

After Zhu Ying cut one down, several surrounding Tatar soldiers glared at him in fury.

Four or five of them charged directly at Zhu Ying to surround and kill him.

"Protect the Small Flag Officer!"

The ten soldiers beside Zhu Ying immediately rushed up, clashing with these Tatar soldiers in a chaotic fight.

"Kill!" Zhu Ying swung his blade down at the Tatar soldier in front of him once more.

Another Tatar soldier was decapitated.

Blood splattered, and the head fell.

"Killed a Tatar infantryman, gained 20 points of Speed," the panel prompted.

Having dealt with this one, Zhu Ying looked at his few battered soldiers, immediately charged forward, and swung his blade again.

The fine steel saber was exceptionally sharp, and combined with Zhu Ying's immense strength, it was incredibly fierce.

The Tatar soldiers before him couldn't block it at all and were cut down on the spot.

After a few strikes, he had easily slaughtered the five Tatar soldiers in front of him.

Zhu Ying quickly sliced off the ears of the enemies he had killed, then said to the soldiers beside him: "Stay close to me, kill!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded immediately, looking at Zhu Ying as if he were a god of war.

He was too fierce.

These savage Tatars were no match for their Small Flag Officer at all.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying charged directly into the chaotic ranks.

He just hacked away with his blade.

In this life-or-death struggle, technique seemed useless; it was all about fighting for one's life.

Zhu Ying's strength had now broken through to over four hundred points—he was a true powerhouse. With the addition of the fine steel saber, every strike claimed the life of a Tatar soldier.

Every time he swung, even if a Tatar soldier tried to block with their blade, their arms would tremble from the impact, and their weapons couldn't withstand the blow.

Zhu Ying gripped his saber with both hands, hacking wildly like a slaughtering god, possessing an unstoppable momentum.

The battle continued.

This time, the Tatar border tribe had committed their entire force of fifteen thousand, divided into multiple routes to encircle the Ming army.

Although the Ming army was outnumbered by fifty percent, their combat prowess was not a bit inferior. As the two armies clashed, the Ming soldiers did not retreat, fighting a bloody battle instead.

Chen Heng, the general commanding the troops, rode his horse and swung his blade, shouting wildly as he cut down enemy soldiers.

This was the ferocity of a Ming general—not just commanding, but charging into the fray himself.

In these Hongwu years, most generals had carved their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; the national strength was built the same way.

"The Ming army's battle flag is ahead!"

"The Ming general is right there, kill!"

Jin Guda saw the battle flag of the Qian-shi battalion and immediately roared as he charged toward it.

Following his shout, numerous Tatar cavalrymen charged along with him, lunging straight for the flag and Chen Heng.

"Ming soldiers!"

"Kill!"

Chen Heng was not afraid in the slightest. He raised his saber and led his personal cavalry guard to continue the assault.

By now, the two armies were completely locked in combat; what they were fighting for was morale and endurance.

They only needed to wait for reinforcements to arrive and surround the Tatars, and the outcome would be decided.

"That must be the Tatar general."

"Kill him, and I'll definitely be promoted and rewarded."

Jin Guda's shout also caught the attention of Zhu Ying, who was less than a hundred paces away.

When he saw Jin Guda charging on horseback—while other Tatars wore leather armor, this one wore iron armor—it was clear he was a Tatar commander.

Moreover, there were Tatar cavalrymen behind him holding a large banner.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ying did not hesitate. He locked his gaze on the charging Jin Guda, gripped his fine steel saber, and charged forward at a sprint.

The battlefield was chaotic; both armies had lost their formations and were fighting each other.

Whenever he encountered an enemy, Zhu Ying would strike. While others grew weaker the longer they fought, Zhu Ying grew stronger. With every enemy killed, his attributes increased, and he could clearly feel his strength growing.

Zhu Ying sprinted, closing in on Jin Guda's position.

"Damn Tatars."

"Kill!"

Chen Heng let out a cold shout, leading his cavalry to clash with the Tatar cavalry before him.

Jin Guda raised his blade and charged toward Chen Heng.

The two generals' blades met in a fierce collision.

After just one exchange, Jin Guda realized that Chen Heng's strength was greater than his own. He immediately waved his hand: "Kill this Ming general, and our tribe will win!"

"Kill him!"

"Promote the one who does to Thousand-Man Commander, and grant him ten Han women!"

Hearing this, the surrounding Tatar soldiers, filled with fervor, immediately surrounded Chen Heng, completing the encirclement.

Chen Heng swung his blade with all his might, while numerous Tatar soldiers attacked with spears and blades.

The surrounding Ming soldiers were also locked in a desperate struggle and had no time to assist.

"Damn it."

"Why hasn't that bastard Liu Zhen arrived yet?" Chen Heng cursed inwardly.

Just then, a Tatar soldier thrust a long spear forward.

Chen Heng's expression changed; he dodged violently, lost his balance, and fell from his horse.

"Kill!"

The Tatar soldiers immediately swarmed in, hacking wildly.

"It's over." A look of despair flashed in Chen Heng's eyes.

But just then!

A blood-soaked Ming soldier rushed in, *clang*, one strike to finish one, another strike to finish another.

The Tatar soldiers surrounding Chen Heng were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

"Eh?"

Chen Heng looked at the scene in astonishment, having survived the ordeal.

But the soldier before him, after finishing off the few Tatar soldiers, glanced at Chen Heng, then looked straight at Jin Guda, and charged toward him with his blood-stained blade.

"Don't go over there, you're seeking death!"

Seeing this, Chen Heng stood up abruptly and shouted.

But the next moment, a scene occurred that Chen Heng never expected.

He saw Zhu Ying sprinting forward with incredible speed, his saber dancing; one strike claimed one life, and a few more enemies fell. In the blink of an eye, he had reached Jin Guda.

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