Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty when the emperor

Chapter 288
Killing a few tartars who are at the end of the road does not require him, the emperor, to take action. He may not even come to the scene today, but sleeps in the temporary palace with his concubines in his arms. Zhu Yousong is no ordinary emperor.

What is different from ordinary emperors is that Zhu Yousong still maintains the habit of dancing to the sound of chickens every day, which is almost unshakable.Now at the fifth watch of the day, it is the time when he usually wakes up to practice martial arts. Wouldn't it be more beautiful to have two princes from the Tartars accompany him as a live sword target?

Zhu Yousong had an idea, and suddenly had a whim.

It's not that Zhu Yousong deliberately wanted to play with two dying people, but because he really hated the Tartars too much.

He shouted back the soldiers, these soldiers knew that their majesty was interested again, and wanted to open their eyes, so they retreated one after another, surrounded them, and cheered the battle around.

Zhu Yousong drove his horse into the encirclement, and sneered at Nikan and Boluo: "You two, I didn't expect this day, today I want to let you know that it is a crime to send troops into the customs without reason, trample on our Daming society, and trample on our Daming people." What's the end!"

Nikan said coldly: "Inferior races should be enslaved by us and other bloody races. Why, do the false emperors want to teach them in person?"

Zhu Yousong said: "Of course. You can call me a false emperor, but that little boy of yours who hasn't shed his shit and smelly is not a real emperor, right? , as the saying goes, the world is for everyone, not for one person, one surname, today I will show you who can be called the real son of heaven!"

Nikan and Boluo couldn't help being furious when Zhu Yousong uttered disrespect to their seven-year-old little emperor. Nikan, who had been in battle for a long time and was also a fierce general on the battlefield, took off his sword and rushed over.

"Slow, take your time," Zhu Yousong yelled, "I am very excited today, and I decided to send you two to the west, and you are considered lucky people. Let's go together, do you want to rest?" Keep it up, lest Lord Yan say that I won't use martial arts at that time!"

At this time, Zhu Yousong still didn't forget a few humorous words, and the soldiers of the Ming army did not dare to laugh.As Zhu Yousong said, he flew off the horse and slapped the horse's butt lightly. The horse came out of the encirclement, and Li Quan had already come over to take the reins in his hands.

They didn't even ride a horse, but a sword hadn't been drawn yet, and Zhu Yousong's extremely contemptuous and molesting words, the two princes were completely enraged, and they both wanted to kill one enough, so the two swords shot at Zhu Yousong. It came from Song's left and right sides.

It's not fair to fight one against the other.But the soldiers of the Ming army present just watched with confidence, and no one came to help.Because they know that their Majesty is very skilled, they don't need their worry and help at all. Even He Xuanjiao, as if enjoying a big show, watched her beloved Majesty abandon the horse and use the sword to kill the two tartars.

The two Tartar princes were not very old, and they were all in their prime. Their horses were fast and their swords were flying like arrows. They swung their big swords like snowflakes and slashed at Zhu Yousong from left and right directions at the same time.

Nikan's broadsword was the first to strike the fallen leaves like the autumn wind. Zhu Yousong saw the blade had arrived, but did not draw out his sword. Suddenly, his body bent down like a wicker arc, his legs and hands propped up on the ground, and his whole waist was arched. Nikan's broadsword swept the sky above the small bridge, and Pegasus rushed past.

Just as Zhu Yousong straightened up, Boluo's big knife arrived, and he chopped down Huashan with all his might.

Zhu Yousong made a gorgeous turn, and the big knife clinged to Zhu Yousong's back and chopped it off.Before Boluo could withdraw the saber, Zhu Yousong, who had already turned around, had sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed the saber handle with both hands, and moved to the side with force, similar to the movement of pulling a sheep, and shouted, "Come down for me! "

The tall and burly Boluo is really obedient. He feels a huge force majeure, and he can't sit still on the horse. He is about to fly, but he doesn't fly. The reason is that the force is not strong enough. , but in desperation, one foot got stuck in the stirrup and he couldn't get out.

This time, he didn't fly, but he lost his balance, and fell off the horse all of a sudden, with one foot stuck in the stirrup, and the big knife in his hand was also let go.

This large knife weighing several tens of catties that no one wanted was thrown several feet high in the night sky, and then fell down with somersaults, which shows how powerful Zhu Yousong is.

But the most terrible thing was that Boluo's horse didn't stop at this time, and Boluo fell off the horse with one foot stuck in the stirrup.

The horses are still galloping forward. Although Boluo is a 200% purebred Tartar, and archery on horseback is his specialty, but now he can't do it anymore. One foot is stuck in the stirrup, and the rest of more than [-] catties is hanging under the horse's belly. , The horse galloped forward.

This position was so uncomfortable, he felt that his ankle might not be broken, so he hung on the horse like this, with his head down and his feet on top. He tried a few times, trying to straighten up and sit back on the horse again, but all failed.It may also be that he is a bit fat, and it is also because of his armour, and his body is not flexible, so the only way to stop the horse is to yell.

If his steed had been obedient at this time, he might have lived a little longer.But unfortunately, Boluo's long knife fell in the air at this moment, impartially, it landed right in front of the horse, and plunged into the ground with a thud, the long knife shaft trembled in the night sky.

As a result, the horses were frightened, the more Boluo yelled, the faster the horse ran, and finally Boluo stopped shouting.

Even if it was hanging from the horse, its strength was exhausted, its feet were hanging in the stirrups, and its head was dragging on the ground, where the ground was hard rocks.

After two laps, the shock of the war horse had passed, but when he looked at the prince of the Qing court again, his head was only half-stretched, his face could not be found, his flesh was bloody, and he had died a long time ago.

It's too late, but it's fast.Bolo went from falling off his horse to dying, which is 20 seconds.

It was night again, and the light of the torches was limited after all, and those who were far away could not see clearly at all.

Of course Zhu Yousong could see clearly, not to mention how close he was, the eyes of martial artists in the cultivation world could be seen clearly even without a torch.

Seeing this, Zhu Yousong couldn't help laughing, "This rotten pineapple, it's over now, and it's too fucking messy, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

As he spoke, he looked at Nikan, who was a few feet away, "It's your turn, come here, play with me for a while, don't be like him, I haven't had time to draw the sword yet, it's too boring."

Nikan was a little dumbfounded, this false emperor is too ruthless, what kind of trick is this?Just when he rushed over to turn the horse around again, his brother Wang died, a tragic and useless death.

He didn't even see what was going on, because Zhu Yousong was still standing there with his bare hands, the sword in his waist was not out, and the only helper was gone.

Zhu Yousong was still talking sarcastic remarks to him with a playful smile. He was afraid and hated, ashamed and annoyed. In the darkness, his big copper face turned into a purple eggplant again.

(End of this chapter)