Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Millions of lions marched in a mighty and murderous manner. For a moment, the mountains and rivers were moved, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The people of the capital lined the streets to see him off, shouting "Long live the emperor". Women, children, old and young, all wept.

"Your Majesty is wise and brave. You will surely succeed and return triumphantly!"

"Your Majesty's military fortune is prosperous and your power is great. The Mongolian Tartars are doomed!"

Chu Ze spurred his horse, whipped the horse, looked back at the capital city, and felt very proud.

There is gunpowder and smoke in the air ahead. The journey is long, and only by killing the enemy and serving the country can we wash away the humiliation of these years!
"Shen Qingwu, your spirit in heaven, just watch! I, Chu Ze, swear that I will kill the enemy with my own hands and use your blood to sacrifice my military spirit!"

A tragic war song echoed between heaven and earth. The sound of horse hooves was like the beating of war drums.

A bloody battle is quietly beginning on this ancient land.
"Keshiketeng! Keshiketeng!"

The Mongolian cavalry came roaring, with thousands of troops and horses, invincible.

In the distance, the Ming soldiers were fighting fiercely with the enemy. The two armies were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell the winner.

A ferocious-looking Mongolian general was sitting on his horse. He had a strong back and a face full of flesh, and a hideous scar on his left cheek, which made people shudder.

"Tribal warriors, kill! Kill all these Han people, seize their land and wealth, and take all their women and children back to be our slaves!"

Temujin waved the scimitar in his hand and gave an order.

Thousands of cavalrymen swept through the Ming military camp like a storm.

Amid the whistling wind, the screams of the soldiers and the clanging of weapons were deafening.

Chu Ze shouted and waved his hand to point at the enemy formation.

Behind him, thousands of troops rushed towards the enemy positions like a tsunami!
Chu Ze led the way, galloping at full speed, and the army behind him followed closely, surging forward like a tide.

The horses' hooves thundered, the earth shook, the battle flags fluttered like the raging sea. The army was mighty and powerful, with a terrifying momentum!

The Mongolian cavalry on the other side panicked when they saw this. Countless iron hooves ran backwards, and chaotic shouts were heard everywhere.

"The Han people are coming to kill us! Run away!"

"Damn it! Why are there so many people?"

Temujin was furious. He swung his blade and shouted, "You bastard! Go back and fight the Han people!"

Before he could finish his words, a feather arrow came flying through the air and pierced into his chest with a "puff".

Blood gushed out, Temujin staggered and fell off his horse.

"Temujin!"

The Mongolian generals around him were horrified and rushed to help him up. However, the arrow had already pierced his heart, and Temujin rolled his eyes, vomited blood, and could no longer speak.

"Sweat! Sweat!"

Angry roars resounded through the sky, and the Mongolian generals rushed forward, swinging their swords and bows, and launched a frantic counterattack on the Ming army.

Arrows rained down, swords flashed, blood splattered, and corpses were everywhere.

"Kill! Kill all these Tartars and avenge my Khan!"

"What Han emperor? He's nothing but a yellow-haired boy! Today I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

The Mongolian cavalrymen roared and charged madly. For a while, the two armies were in a melee, and it was difficult to separate them.

At this moment, a general in golden armor suddenly stood up from the Ming army. He held two maces in his hands, stood sternly, and shouted loudly:
"Emperor Hongwu is here! You barbarians, prepare to die immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung out both maces with strange moves and launched a series of attacks.

His whole body was shining with golden light and his powerful energy was surging, knocking away countless Mongolian cavalrymen.

"what!"

Screams rang out one after another and blood flowed out.

No one within a ten-foot radius could get close to him. The general was none other than Qi Jiguang, the newly crowned number one scholar!
"What amazing martial arts! Could this person be the Hongwu Emperor?"

"It is said that Hongwu is the true dragon emperor, with unrivaled martial arts skills. Seeing him today, I find that his reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

The Mongolian generals were horrified and couldn't help but gasp.

There was a deafening dragon roar, and Chu Ze had already arrived close.

"Don't run away, Tartars! Today I will make sure that you die without a burial place and be buried with the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty!" The sword in his hand gleamed coldly and the sword energy was overwhelming.

He let out a long roar toward the sky, and swung his sword across. Immediately, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and countless enemy soldiers fell under the sword.

Wherever the sword pointed, corpses were scattered all over the ground. Hot blood flowed in the wind.

Chu Ze was filled with murderous aura, like a god descending from heaven.

The more he killed, the braver he became. He raised his hand and swung his sword, and there was another bloody storm.

Qi Jiguang followed closely behind, wielding his two maces and invincible.

The two cooperated well and killed countless people. The Mongolian army was defeated and routed.

"The Emperor is mighty! The number one scholar is heroic!"

"The Mongolian Tartars deserve to die!"

The soldiers behind him cheered and their morale was greatly boosted.

The drums thundered, the flags fluttered, and the army rushed forward in a mighty force, killing the Mongolian cavalry and forcing them to flee in all directions, abandoning their armor and shields.

In a blink of an eye, the position was breached, and the Mongolian army fled in panic, leaving behind corpses all over the ground.

"Go away!"

Chu Ze shouted and urged his horse to chase after him.

Qi Jiguang and Yang Jinglong followed closely behind, full of murderous intent and pursuing relentlessly.

In a flash, the three of them broke through the encirclement like a gust of wind and rain and attacked the enemy's base camp.

"Emperor Hongwu? Qi Jiguang? Yang Jinglong?"

The Mongolian generals were horrified and hastily drew their swords to fight back. However, it was too late and they were unable to withstand the fierce attack of the three men.

In an instant, there were flashes of swords and shadows, blood and gore, screams and wails, and the ears were endless.

In the tent, a tall figure was sitting on the main seat.

He was dressed in a black robe and had a fierce look in his eyes. He was none other than Temujin's younger brother, Temujin's brother!

Seeing Chu Ze and his two companions rushing into the tent, Tiemuge became furious and jumped up.

"Emperor Hongwu, you are so brave! How dare you lead your troops to attack my camp! Today I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

Before he finished speaking, he drew out the long knife from his back and rushed towards Chu Ze with murderous intent.

"court death!"

Chu Ze sneered and swung his sword.

The two men's weapons collided, sparks flew, and the hot air wave overturned the tent to the ground.

After all, Tiemu Ge was born in the grassland and was very skilled in martial arts. For a while, he fought with Chu Ze and they were evenly matched.

Qi Jiguang and Yang Jinglong attacked him from the side, but they could not do anything to him.

"Hahaha! Emperor Hongwu, you're nothing but that!"

Tiemu Ge laughed wildly towards the sky, feeling extremely proud.

He became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and gradually forced Chu Ze to retreat.

Chu Ze was secretly surprised and thought to himself that this was not good. Could it be that there was such a master among the Mongols?
At the critical moment, a delicate shout suddenly rang out: "Chu Ze, take it!"

I saw a graceful figure passing by, waving a spear, like a blooming blood lotus, and slamming into Tiemu Ge fiercely.

Tiemu Ge was shocked and quickly dodged to the side.

However, it was too late. The spear grazed his arm and blood immediately flowed.

Tiemu Ge screamed and stepped back, covering his wound.

Chu Ze turned his head and saw a heroic woman in tight clothes standing there holding a spear.

"Yunyun? Why are you here?"

The person who came was none other than his queen Qin Yunyun! (End of this chapter)