Daming: The Sims, Lao Zhu’s mentality collapsed

Chapter 22: Take the enemy general’s head from a hundred steps away!

"kill!"

On the battlefield, weapons faced each other, and the sound of killing was deafening.

Nai'er Buhua was red-eyed and fought bloody battles with Chahan's men. People kept falling around him, but he still stood upright and brandished his sword, demonstrating the bravery of the number one general under King Qi.

Chahan was not to be outdone. Although he was the son of King Kaiyuan, he still went into battle in person and fought against Nai'er Buhua's troops.

The two generals of Beiyuan were already full of energy at this moment, and they had to fight to the death!
  "General, general!"

Nai'er Buhua tried his best to swing his sword. When he heard someone calling from beside him, he swung the sword directly. He could only put the sword away when he saw that it was his lieutenant.

He said angrily: "What did you call me to do?"

If he hadn't sheathed the sword quickly, this man would have become a dead soul under the sword.

In the melee, people's brains were turned into dogs' brains, and it was impossible to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy clearly.

The deputy general shouted anxiously: "General, the Ming army has joined the battle!"

"What did you say?" Nai'er Buhua thought she heard wrong.

Isn’t this nonsense!
  The Ming army under Xu Da should still be circling in Yongping Mansion within the pass at this time. How could they possibly come outside the barrier?
  But when he saw the flag of the Ming army rushing in the distance, he froze on the spot.

Damn it, it’s really the Ming Army!
  Nai'er didn't have to worry anymore, and quickly grabbed the deputy general's collar and shouted: "Ceasefire! Ceasefire! No more fighting, tell Chahan to take care of the Ming army first before talking about anything else!"

As the successor of Timur, the king of Qi, Nai'er is still a person who can distinguish his position.

In the Northern Yuan Civil War, yes, but if there is a Ming army present, the Ming army must be killed first!
  But at this moment, the melee was already going on in darkness. How could a truce be so easy? Chahan had gone crazy and bit Nai'er Buhua's army like a wild dog.

Nai'er Buhua was furious and said angrily: "Call as many people as you can, don't worry about Chahan, let's go fight Mingren first!"

He turned his horse's head and charged towards the army carrying the flag of the Ming Army.

As for whether he would be stabbed in the back by Chahan, he no longer cared. Even if he died in Chahan's hands, it would be better than letting the Ming army take advantage.

……

Li Shimin couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw a group of people emerging from the melee and running towards him.

"This person is quite courageous. He wants to stop me even at the cost of being stabbed in the back. He is such a brave man. If it weren't for our different positions, I would definitely get to know him."

Li Jinglong smiled bitterly and said: "When are you coming? How can you still think about this?"

Li Shimin held a hard bow in his hand and said proudly: "With just this bow in my hand, I can take the lives of enemy generals like picking out objects from a bag!"

Li Jinglong curled his lips, feeling that King Wu was bragging. He even doubted whether His Highness could pull the bow string.

But Li Shimin didn't panic at all, he bent his bow and drew an arrow, his eyes locked on the leader of the Yuan army like an eagle's eyes.

The bow string was stretched into a full moon shape, and even the bow body was making a trembling sound, as if it might break at any time.

Li Jinglong was also a little curious. He wanted to see if King Wu's arrow could hit someone.

Li Shimin, on the other hand, remained silent, just counting the distance between the two sides getting closer.

Five hundred steps.

Three hundred steps.

One hundred and fifty steps.

The arrow in Li Shimin's hand suddenly shot out like a meteor!
  ……

"The Ming army only has a few thousand people, don't be afraid, follow my steps, wave the scimitars in your hands, and chop off their heads!"

Nai'er did not waste time riding his horse at full speed, but he did not forget to shout loudly to boost morale.

He took thousands of soldiers and horses who barely escaped from the melee and went straight to "Zhu Ju" to kill him with great momentum!

"kill!"

Nai'er Buhua was in high spirits and rushed forward, but suddenly she felt a chill on her back. There was a flash of silver light in front of her. At the center of her mouth, a flower of blood spattered on her chest. The next moment, she fell off the horse. Go down. The Yuan army following him panicked and quickly reined in their horses for fear of trampling the general to death. But not everyone could cooperate so tacitly. Some people did not stop their horses and collided with the people in front of them.

Because of the fall of the general, the Yuan army was in chaos.

Nai'er Buhua was lying on the grass, her eyes were confused, her body was in excruciating pain, and she couldn't even lift her fingers.

He could clearly feel the sharp pain in his chest, and the arrow penetrated his armor and stabbed into his heart.

He was shot down before he collided with the Ming army.

"My lord, I have embarrassed you."

Nai'er Buhua burst into tears.

……

Not only was the Yuan army in chaos, but the Ming army was also dumbfounded.

Everyone looked at His Highness King Wu blankly.

Shooting down the enemy general at a distance of one hundred and fifty steps?

No, you Lu Bu?
  This is the level of halberd shooting at the gate!

Li Shimin put away his bow and arrows with a calm expression, waved his hand and shouted: "Charge with me!"

His arrow not only disrupted the Yuan army, but also knocked out the morale of the Ming army.

The veterans of the cavalry battalion became excited and rushed towards the Yuan army, shouting!

Li Shimin wanted to move forward, but a cavalryman stopped him.

The young man named Ping An said calmly: "You don't have to fight in the front line, just follow me."

Li Jinglong was a little angry: "Boy, how can you, a big-headed soldier, speak? Do you have the right to speak? Who are you?"

Ping An glanced at the eldest son of Cao Guogong's family and said calmly: "Ping An, the commander of the Miyun Guard, is your majesty's adopted son."

Li Jinglong's momentum suddenly dropped, and he froze on the spot: "What, what is this?"

This is where the adopted son of an emperor suddenly appeared!

No, brother, you are a third-level commander, why are you here pretending to be a top soldier?
  Li Shimin frowned slightly: "Are you a warrior raised by the royal family?"

Ping An nodded slightly: "I was ordered by His Majesty to guard His Highness. I had never thought of revealing my identity, but now His Highness wants to be in danger, and I have to step in to stop him. I hope Your Highness will forgive you."

When Li Shimin heard this, he knew what was going on.

It seems that Emperor Zhu still loves his son very much. Although he threw his son into the army, it seemed ruthless, but in fact he secretly sent people to protect him secretly.

The identity of Ping An's adopted son of the emperor should be true, but to put it bluntly, he was a dead soldier raised by the emperor.

Li Shimin asked: "Since you were sent by the old man, I think you must be pretty good at it. Can you use a knife?"

Ping An clenched the hilt of the knife at his waist. Although his tone was still calm, he was full of pride: "No one can get close within ten steps."

"Okay, then I want to see if what you said is true."

Li Shimin did not hesitate and charged towards the Yuan army with his bow.

"I am good at bowing. I can take a person's head from a hundred steps away and my arrows will not miss a beat."

"You hold a knife and protect me, do you dare?"

Li Shimin's bow skills in the Tang Dynasty are rare in ancient and modern times. It is unknown how many people died under his arrows.

As long as someone can protect his left and right, Li Shimin is not afraid of thousands of troops!
  Ping An remained silent and followed with a knife.

Since even good words and persuasion could not make His Highness the King of Wu retreat, he, who was not good at speaking, said nothing more.

He wants to protect King Wu, whoever comes will die!
  (End of this chapter)