My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 119 Zhanji, Grandpa Takes You Home!
"Kill them, don't let them escape!"

On the vast grassland, more than 30 cavalrymen of the Ming army, led by a young man, chased hundreds of cavalrymen of the Wacha.

It stands to reason that if hundreds of people fight against more than 30 people, the chances of winning should be very high, and they are the best cavalry on the grassland, but they chose to escape.

They also knew that these people were not their opponents, and it was easy to fight back. The reason why they chose to run away regardless was because there were chasing Ming troops everywhere around them. Once they stopped for a moment, they would be surrounded by the enemy.

"His Royal Highness, we can't chase anymore. This place is too far away from the Chinese army. If they come back, we will be in danger."

At the beginning of the charge, Nei Shiqian had several heads on his horse.

Although he was very envious of the previous achievements, he knew that it would be too dangerous to continue chasing him like this.

It would be fine if it was only him, but he still had a grandson of the emperor with him.

If something happened to this grandson, even if he hacked Mahamu to death, he would still be buried with him.

"What are you afraid of? The enemies have already fled in embarrassment. Now is the time to hunt them down. Once you let them escape, it will be endless."

Zhu Zhanji, who also chopped down a few enemies, was blood boiling at this time, so he ignored Li Qian, waved his spear, and continued to pursue with the cavalry.

Seeing this, Li Qian shook his head helplessly, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

If he knew this was the case, he shouldn't be greedy for merit and lead troops to chase and kill the enemy just now, so that the grandson would not follow suit and enter this dangerous place.

"Go back and tell Your Majesty that His Majesty the Grandson did not listen to our persuasion and insisted on chasing and killing the enemy. Please send reinforcements here!"

Worried that there would be danger, Li Qian had no choice but to send someone back to inform the old man, hoping that the old man would call back this red-eyed grandson.

When the messenger soldier left, Li Qian hurriedly chased after him with the two guards around him.

However, not long after he followed Zhu Zhanji, the hundreds of Oirat cavalry who had fled ahead suddenly stopped!
Li Qian didn't know the specific reason, but judging from the number of opponents, it seemed that dozens of people had been added, and the leader was still a seemingly very well-known person.

"not good."

Li Qian was startled, and quickly caught up with Zhu Zhanji, shouting: "His Royal Highness, hurry up, they seem to want to fight back."

However, Zhu Zhanji seemed to be possessed, and he ignored him at all. With a raised spear in his hand, he shouted: "What are the hundreds of Wala barbarians in the district? It's just my credit. All the soldiers follow me to kill the enemy!"

"kill!"

Instigated by Zhu Zhanji, the great grandson, more than 30 cavalrymen were high-spirited, holding weapons and looking at each other without fear.

"Lord Tuo Huan, why should we stop? The reinforcements from the Ming army will arrive at any time. For the sake of these dozens of people, it is not worth our lives here!"

Among the hundreds of Wala cavalry on the opposite side, a centurion captain asked with a panicked expression, and suddenly appeared "Take off joy".

They met just now, and a few cavalry led by the other party ran over from the side and asked them to obey the order.

Tuo Huan is the grand master's son, so the captain of a hundred people naturally dare not refuse.

It's a pity that he is only a team leader and has never seen Tuo Huan up close. If he could see Tuo Huan up close, he would find that the "Tu Huan" in front of him was a little thinner.

"I got the secret news that there is a big fish on the opposite side. If you kill him, my father, your grand master, will give you a very big reward."

"Big fish!"

The captain of the hundred people's eyes lit up.

Even Mr. Tuo Huan is here, the fish on the opposite side is definitely not too small.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that with such credit, the Ming army's reinforcements were no danger at all.

"Stop talking nonsense, enemy reinforcements will come at any time, follow me and kill them."

"As long as you kill them all, I promise you, each of you can get a big reward, women slaves, cattle, sheep, gold, whatever you want."

"Tuo Huan" didn't talk nonsense, and raised the gold-encrusted scimitar in his hand, motivating the flustered Wala cavalry, and gave the order to attack.

Hearing the gold reward of cattle, sheep and gold for the female slaves, the Oirat cavalry who fled in panic, regained their confidence in an instant.

"kill!"

As the captain of a hundred people gave the order to attack, hundreds of Oirat cavalry, roaring and screaming, rushed towards Zhu Zhanji and others on the opposite side.

Not to be outdone, Zhu Zhanji also raised his spear and gave the order to attack.

It's not that he can't see that his side has fewer people than the opponent, but he feels that he has the ability to defeat these chickens and dogs on the opposite side.

Young people need to be strong, and Zhu Zhanji is in this period at this time, no matter how smart and wise he is in the future, he is still in the period when young people need to be strong.

In this period, he refused to obey the sky and the earth, and always felt that Lao Tzu was number one in the world.

In addition to practicing martial arts on weekdays, those people were afraid of hurting him and dared not use their full strength, which created a feeling of self that his martial arts were very strong.

Thinking of the fourth uncle leading the cavalry and rushing to kill tens of thousands of cavalry for nothing, he will not be far behind.

Not for his own sake, but just to win some face for his father in front of his grandfather, he also wants to fight the opponent.

If he chooses to run away and the news reaches grandpa, maybe grandpa won't say anything, but he will definitely be a little disappointed in his heart.

For this and other reasons, Zhu Zhanji refused Li Qian's persuasion many times, and insisted on competing with the Oirat cavalry on the opposite side.

Zhu Zhanji's idea is that his courage is commendable, but he overlooked one thing.

In order to form a fighting force with the horses brought by Wu Shan, the old man removed almost all the soldiers who could fight on horseback from the army, even his own guards, in order to increase the strength of the cavalry.

Cavalry does not mean that you can ride a horse, but it requires strict training.

After being removed, although the remaining people can also fight on horseback, their ability is not 01:30 points behind the real cavalry.

The guards around Zhu Zhanji were the ones who were picked out.

It's okay for these people to simply ride a horse and deal with ordinary infantry, or deserters who have lost their fighting spirit.

If it is against real cavalry, it will not be enough.

Sure enough, there was only one collision between the two parties, and the judgment was made instantly.

A dozen or so people fell directly on Zhu Zhanji's side, while only five or six of the Oirat cavalry on the opposite side fell off their horses.

What's even more unfortunate is that the "tear off" seemed to be aimed specifically at Zhu Zhanji, and when the two sides met, they attacked with all their strength.

Zhu Zhanji, who is usually able to fight with those trained martial arts masters, can't show his ability at all at the moment, and being suppressed and beaten by that "unhappy" can be said to be dangerous.

"His Royal Highness!"

Li Qian, who cut down a cavalryman, saw that Zhu Zhanji was beaten by the opponent without fighting back, roared angrily, and rushed over desperately.

But his joining didn't make much difference to the results.

Holding the golden knife, Tuo Huan avoided Zhu Zhanji's sudden stab, and the golden knife in his right hand knocked Li Qian's weapon away, and then slid it hard, directly slashing Li Qian's neck.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out wildly, Li Qian spouted blood, stared angrily, hugged the golden knife that was cut on his neck, exhausted his last strength, and faced Zhu Zhanji, who was staring at him in a daze, Roar.

"Come on!"

"Hehe, let's go, where are we going!"

Tuo Huan sneered, and with a sharp increase in his hand, the golden knife sliced ​​across Li Qian's neck, and directly chopped off his head.

"Li Qian!"

Zhu Zhanji roared angrily, and wanted to rush up to avenge him, but was held tightly by the guards next to him. He was injured desperately, blocking the attack of the surrounding Oirat cavalry, and guarding Zhu Zhanji to escape.

"If you want to escape, stay!"

"Tuo Huan" smiled contemptuously, picked up the bow tied with gold thread next to it, drew out a mace arrow, drew the bow to the full string, took a slight glance, and the bow string in his hand was released instantly.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp sound of piercing the air sounded instantly, and the arrow shot at the speed of lightning, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. When it reappeared, it was halfway deep into Zhu Zhanji's armpit, where there was no armor.

"Your Highness!"

Several Ming army cavalry who were covering Zhu Zhanji's rush out roared angrily when they saw that Zhu Zhanji was shot into by arrows.

However, they didn't dare to stay, and forced Zhu Zhanji, who was about to fall off the horse, to turn around and run away.

"Don't let him run away, run after him!"

"No need to chase!"

The [-]-person team leader who was planning to lead someone to chase him was stopped by "Tu Huan".

"My lord, that is obviously a big fish. If we let him escape, all our previous efforts will be in vain."

"Tuo Huan" shook his head, "It's useless to run, his life has already been taken."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at the few Ming soldiers who ran away, and shouted that Ming army reinforcements were coming, so he led the team and ran to the distance.

"Your Highness, hold on, hold on, don't sleep, don't sleep!"

A guard pulling Zhu Zhanji's horse looked at Zhu Zhanji who was about to close his eyes with blood oozing from his mouth, and shouted loudly.

"Asshole, hurry up and hurry up!"

He supported Zhu Zhanji who was about to fall with one hand, and beat the horse desperately with the other, trying to make the horse go faster.

Listening to the shouts in his ears, Zhu Zhanji's confused consciousness gradually became clearer, but he became groggy for a moment.

He felt that he was so cold, the kind of biting cold.

When he was a child, his fourth uncle accompanied him to play, his mother taught him, his father was simple and honest, his grandparents doted on him, and his second and third uncles were harsh. These memories formed a series of pictures and flowed quickly in his mind.

He had imagined many, many times before, he thought that he would become an emperor like his grandfather, or that he would fail to compete with his uncles and be imprisoned for life.

However, he never thought that he would end his life hastily the first time he stepped on the battlefield.

"Hehe...cough cough cough..."

He wanted to laugh, but when he laughed, his lungs burst into tearing pain, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Your Highness, hold on, hold on."

Looking at Zhu Zhanji, who was spraying black blood from his mouth, the guard was terrified.

He was horrified to find that the enemy's arrows were smeared with poison.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The dense sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and the old man who came with the cavalry personally had a gloomy expression.

He was very angry.

I don't know how capable this little brat is. Dozens of people dare to chase and kill hundreds of enemies. Does this mean that he regards himself as the god of war?

Hmph, come back and see how I deal with you.

The old man has made a decision in his heart, he must clean up Zhu Zhanji when he goes back, and let him know what the care of the elders is.

"Your Majesty, look!"

The team had just crossed a high slope, and the old man was thinking about how to deal with Zhu Zhanji when he went back. The Chengshan Hou Wangtong who followed seemed to find something, and pointed to the front and shouted at the old man.

For some reason, the old man felt a sudden pain in his heart, and looked in the direction Wang Tong pointed.

And seeing this, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Zhanji!"

The old man let out a loud roar, and rushed over frantically on his horse.

"His Majesty!"

The guard saw the reinforcements rushing over, and the leader was still the old man. Instead of being surprised, he let out a sad cry.

Hearing this desolate cry, the old man's heart felt as painful as a knife.

The two sides met quickly, and before the horse stopped, the old man jumped off and staggered towards Zhu Zhanji, who was lying on the horse's back.

Pushing away the guard who was about to help, the old man checked Zhu Zhanji as quickly as possible.

"Zhanji, don't sleep, don't sleep!"

Although Zhu Zhanji was confused at this time, he still had a sense of consciousness.

Feeling the familiar call, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the red-eyed old man, and smiled silly.

"Sun...sun...grandson, Wu... Wu... Incompetent, the disciples are annoying Grandpa... Grandfather!"

"Stop talking, shut up, shut up for me."

Watching the grandson say a few words, the blood gushed out of his mouth as if he didn't want money, and the old man roared angrily.

"Where is the imperial physician..."

The accompanying imperial physician rushed over quickly, Wang Tong and others quickly helped Zhu Zhanji off the horse, and asked the imperial physician to examine and treat him.

The old man silently held Zhu Zhanji's hand, staring blankly at Zhu Zhanji who had fallen into a coma.

Wang Tong, who was next to him, called the guard over and asked about the situation.

When he learned that the murderers who hurt Zhu Zhanji hadn't run far, he ordered a group of thousands of cavalry to pursue them, and they must all be captured.

However, the rescue was in vain.

The imperial doctor was so busy that his head was sweating, and he tried everything he could, but he couldn't take out the arrow.

The arrow shot was really tricky, it passed directly from the armpit and went straight into the lungs.

What's more, from Zhu Zhanji's situation, it can be seen that the arrow was smeared with poison.

If it weren't for Zhu Zhanji's young age and strong body, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for so long, and he would have already died in Huangquan.

But what's the use of persistence, let alone this kind of injury in this desolate wilderness, even in the Tai Hospital, it can't be rescued.

With the treatment of the imperial physician, not only did Zhu Zhanji not recover, but the vitality visible to the naked eye gradually disappeared.

The blankness in the old man's eyes gradually turned into anger, and at the same time, there was a trace of self-blame and regret.

He regrets it very much now. If he knew it would be like this, he would never bring Zhu Zhanji here.

It was his decision, it was his stupidity that killed his grandson.

As a veteran of the battlefield, he actually knew in his heart that Zhu Zhanji's injury in this situation cannot be saved.

But he couldn't believe it, he was still looking forward to that glimmer of hope in his heart.

He didn't want this grandson to die. He rebelled for this grandson. Although he already had the idea of ​​passing the throne to his fourth son, it didn't mean he didn't care about this grandson.

But it was all over.

He didn't know how to face his eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law when he went back.

He didn't know how much his heart would hurt when his wife knew that this would leave her grandson.

Although his wife seems to be in good health under the diagnosis and treatment of a famous doctor, there are great hidden dangers in herself.

After every diagnosis and treatment on weekdays, the doctors told me not to get too angry, so as not to hurt my mind.

But as for myself, I want to send the greatest grief to my wife.

When he took Zhu Zhanji to the battlefield, his wife strongly opposed it, and the two got angry.

The more I think about the old man, the sadder I feel, and the more I think about it, the deeper the pain in my heart.

There are too many people involved with this child...

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

After an unknown amount of time, the imperial physician stopped the rescue and knelt on the ground motionless.

When Wang Tong and the others saw Bi, a look of sadness flashed across their faces, and they knelt silently on the ground.

The hands are already cold, without any warmth.

The old man looked at Zhu Zhanji who seemed to have fallen asleep, and tears gushed out of his red eyes.

Holding on to his heartache, he hugged Zhu Zhanji.

The old man looked at Zhu Zhanji in his arms: "sleep, son, sleep well when you are tired, in this life, grandpa is sorry for you, and in the next life, grandpa will give you back thousands of times, and grandpa will give you whatever you want. "

"You should be homesick. Your father, mother, and grandma are waiting at home. Grandpa will take you home. Let's go home!"

Half an hour later, countless messengers rushed out of the camp, and they had only one order.

No matter what the chasing troops are doing, even if Mahamu is under the knife, they must withdraw immediately.

"Your Highness, His Majesty ordered the immediate withdrawal of troops..."

Tens of miles away from the camp, Zhu Gaoyu led hundreds of cavalrymen, biting Mahamu tightly.

The distance between the two parties is less than three miles, one is desperately chasing, and the other is desperately fleeing.

With the pursuit, the distance between the two sides is getting farther and farther.

no way.

The war horse that Mahamu rides has not been consumed by the battle, and its physical strength is very complete.

The cavalry led by Zhu Gaoyu had charged on the battlefield for so long and pursued them for so long, and their horsepower had already reached their limit.

In the end, in desperation, the chasing team could only slow down to let the horse recover its strength.

However, not long after the speed slowed down, a cavalryman riding a high-quality horse rushed over, shouting and stopping Zhu Gaoyu and others.

"What's going on, Mahamu is right in front of you, why did you stop?"

He stopped the horse, glanced at the direction of the camp, and sighed slightly in his heart, Zhu Gaoyu asked the messenger who came.

"Your Majesty has an order to withdraw troops immediately, no matter who it is, those who disobey the order will be executed!"

The messengers rode panting horses and loudly conveyed the old man's orders.

Zhu Gaoyu frowned tightly, looking at the messenger.

"What the hell happened, tell me!"

Feeling the murderous aura of His Highness the King of Yue, the messenger fell silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:
"His Highness Taisun suffered a counterattack in the pursuit of the enemy, and now he is seriously injured and his life is dying. Your Majesty..."

However, before he could finish his words, Zhu Gaoyu had already driven the bloody BMW, ran past him, and frantically rushed towards the camp.

(End of this chapter)