Chapter 28: Slaughtering Through the Tartars!!

"Killed one Tartar sentry, gained 20 points of Strength."

"Killed one Tartar sentry, gained 20 points of Speed."

"Killed a Tartar..."

Four consecutive notification sounds rang out.

Zhu Ying's divine archery skills had demonstrated their prowess.

With immense strength combined with the power of the Precious Eagle Bow, he pierced throats with ease.

As Zhu Ying took action, the many Ming soldiers following behind did not hesitate for a moment.

"Kill!"

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Kill!"

Roars instantly echoed through this northern Tartar tribe.

Accompanying the cries, the four thousand cavalrymen drew their bows, notched their arrows, and raised them high, raining arrows down upon the foreign tribe ahead.

Under the cover of night, a volley of arrows was unleashed, transforming into thousands of streaks of killing intent that fell upon the Tartar tribe.

Many Tartars were sleeping in their tents; in the midst of their dreams, before they could even react, they felt excruciating pain as arrows pierced their bodies, killing them on the spot.

As the Ming cavalry charged, they pulled their bows and released arrows frantically.

The arrows fell like rain, pouring down relentlessly.

The Tartar soldiers on duty in the watchtowers were met with a baptism of arrow rain.

"Enemy attack!"

"Ming army attack!"

"Quick... quickly report to the Ten-Thousand-Man Commander..."

"Fire! Fire arrows to block them..."

Upon the watchtowers, many Tartar sentries frantically rang small bells.

The sound rapidly spread throughout the entire tribe, accompanied by their panicked screams.

The Jianzhou Tartar tribes had always resided in the northeastern borders of the Ming Dynasty. Although they were vassals to the Yuan court, there had been no warfare, especially regarding the tribes located in the center of their territory, which were even harder to encounter.

Today's Ming raid was, in truth, a complete shock to them.

"Not good!"

"The Ming army didn't attack from the southern tribes; they bypassed them and circled to our northern tribe!"

"Quickly gather the troops! Quickly report to General Agunu!"

The Tartar commander stationed in this tribe shouted urgently.

In the chaos, the Tartar soldiers in the tribe were jolted from their sleep and scrambled to assemble.

The entire tribe fell into instant turmoil.

Many Tartar soldiers gathered at the front of the tribe, drawing bows and firing into the darkness outside, though they couldn't even see their targets.

Their defense was abysmal.

"Soldiers, follow me and kill!"

Zhu Ying took the lead, gripping a fine steel long saber in his right hand, his eyes fixed forward.

As a flurry of arrows flew toward him, he swung his steel saber, swiftly cutting them down.

As they approached the main gate of the Tartar tribe, they found the wooden gates tightly closed and numerous chevaux-de-frise blocking the way.

"Slay!"

Zhu Ying brandished his war saber.

Even under the cover of night, the blade flashed brilliantly under Zhu Ying's immense strength.

The sound of shattering echoed.

As the blade swept through, the chevaux-de-frise in front of him were instantly hacked to pieces. With his warhorse charging forward, he reached the camp gates.

Dozens of Tartar soldiers stood their ground at the gate, desperately trying to block the Ming onslaught.

Zhu Ying's gaze was sharp. The moment he neared the camp gate, he cried

"Wild Dancing Saber Technique!"

Gripping the saber in his right hand, he swung violently toward the camp gate.

It looked like a single strike, but the blade light was ferocious.

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen slashes erupted.

In an instant—

*Boom!*

The massive camp gate shattered into more than a dozen pieces.

"Ah!"

The Tartar soldiers inside were thrown to the ground by the sheer force of the impact.

"Slay!"

Zhu Ying spurred his horse forward.

The fine steel long saber descended once more.

As the blade rose and fell, several Tartar heads were severed from their bodies.

"Killed a Tartar infantryman, gained 20 points of Stamina."

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

A series of notifications rang out.

Zhu Ying continued his slaughter, swinging his blade incessantly.

Empowered by over six hundred catties of strength, every strike carried an unrivaled force, accompanied by the whistling of fierce winds.

Wherever the blade passed, the Tartar soldiers before him were like ants, reduced to minced meat and corpses. Even if the edge did not strike them directly, the sheer power of the blade's spine was enough to kill them through blunt force.

With every swing, several Tartars met their end.

He was peerless in his ferocity.

"Ming soldiers!"

"Follow me and kill all the enemies!"

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying raised his blood-stained war saber and roared.

His voice exploded through the night like a clap of thunder.

At that moment, the fifty personal guards behind Zhu Ying lit their torches, serving as guiding lights for the four thousand soldiers.

"Follow the Commander!"

"Kill!"

Thousand-man commanders like Wei Quan and Zhuang Wei roared in unison.

"Follow the Commander, kill!!"

Four thousand Ming soldiers roared, gripping their long sabers and spears.

From a scattered formation, they gradually converged into a long dragon, following their commander as they charged into the heart of the Tartar tribe.

Zhu Ying had torn open the main gate, and the Ming cavalry poured in like a flood.

"Kill! Kill!"

"Kill all the Tartars..."

Countless Ming soldiers roared, killing anything they saw that was Tartar.

Whether soldier or civilian.

This was Zhu Ying's command.

Once inside the tribe, everyone was an enemy. How could one distinguish them in the dark of night?

If they were Tartar, they were to be killed.

This was the battlefield.

It was precisely this cruel.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying also swung his blade madly.

He hacked down one Tartar after another.

As his attributes rapidly increased, Zhu Ying grew even more courageous in battle.

As they pushed deeper into the tribe, perhaps even Zhu Ying's own men did not realize that as they followed him into the heart of the enemy, their stamina, combat power, and morale were being bolstered to a heightened state. Their combat effectiveness was so strong that they felt no fear, even deep within enemy territory.

This was the influence brought by Zhu Ying's Authority Official Seal.

It commanded his subordinates, increasing their combat power, morale, and stamina.

As the Ming cavalry surged in, the entire foreign tribe was filled with the sounds of battle, slaughter, and screams.

***

Blue Flag Main Tribe.

"Report!"

"Reporting to the General!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

"An urgent report has come from the northern tribe! The Ming army is attacking our tribe! Please send troops to reinforce them immediately!"

A Tartar messenger rushed to the outside of Agunu's tent, reporting loudly.

Inside the tent, Agunu was riding his horse, enjoying himself immensely.

The sudden shouting caused him to pause.

Though angry, hearing that the Ming army was attacking, Agunu did not dare to be negligent. He suppressed his rage and quickly sheathed his spear and walked out of the tent.

"What is going on?" Agunu asked coldly.

"General," the messenger knelt on the ground to report, "the Ming army has launched a sneak attack on the northern tribe."

"How could they attack our northern tribe? That is the heart of our clan's territory! Are they not afraid of being surrounded?" Agunu looked thoughtful, unable to comprehend the move.

He had already calculated that if the Ming army were to attack, they would surely start with the southern tribes. To prepare for this, he had stationed heavy troops in the south and maintained certain forces on the east and west sides.

Once the Ming army attacked the southern tribes, the three tribes could reinforce them at any time.

"What exactly is the Ming army's intention?" Agunu pondered, clearly unable to fathom the Ming army's motives. "Men! Quickly dispatch five thousand troops to reinforce the northern tribe!" Agunu commanded after a moment's thought.

But just then!

"Report!"

"Reporting to the General!"

"The Ming army is attacking the southern tribe!"

Another messenger came running in, breathless.