Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 772 Breaking the thief

  Zhu Houzhao shouted and rushed forward.

  After so many years of riding and archery, I only feel happy when riding a horse in this desert.

  Although it was cold and windy, the face of this biting cold wind was painful, but Zhu Houzhao was breathing white air in his mouth, but his blood was already boiling.

  I have been thinking about it for ten years, and now, I finally got my wish.

   da da da... da da da...

  The soldiers behind him rose and fell with the galloping horses.

  On the opposite horizon, black dots appeared one after another.

   Obviously... the Tatars on the opposite side are still watching and hesitating.

Getailu was ordered to go to Hexi for a while. There were not many of them, only a few hundred. Their purpose was to go around Hexi and then return to the desert. The goal of the Great Khan was Datong, and the team he led The strong man, after going to Hexi, seemed to have nothing to do.

  They were not in a hurry to rush back immediately, but stopped and stopped along the way.

When they heard the sound of horseshoes and saw a cavalry team in the distance, they were actually not on guard. After all... In their hearts, it is impossible for them to have enemies in this desert. Maybe... some small nomadic tribes nearby If you meet them, it's okay, you can also go to their tent to warm up and drink a few sips of milk wine.

  You can wait for the cavalry on the opposite side to get closer and closer...

  Ge Tailu realized something was wrong.

  He squinted his eyes, trying hard to aim at the oncoming cavalry team.

  For a long time... He woke up to something, with a look of horror on his face: "Han army! Han army!"

   This is a loud cry.

  Ge Tailu was taken aback. There... there is a Han army here. This is unprecedented. It has never been seen in the past few decades.

  He suddenly showed a ferocious face, hurriedly dialed the horse, and then took out the bow and arrow: "Follow me to kill the Han army."

  After hearing this, all the cavalry responded, all of them were full of power. In the desert, they never paid attention to the Han army. In their minds, the so-called Han army was just a joke.

   They shouted and got on their horses one after another.

  Ge Tailu looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "The Longevity really blessed the Great Khan, and today he encountered the Han army here, and today...he cut their corpses into thousands of pieces."

  He turned the horse slowly.

  But it's just opposite...

More than a thousand cavalry came like a whirlwind. Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanxi measured a distance of more than 300 steps. His body was ups and downs on the bumpy horse, but his heart was calm, and a lame leg was tied to the horse. Instead, he was fixed on the horse's back. He took the bow, took the arrow from the quiver beside the saddle, and flashed the cold star in his eyes, but only in an instant, he drew the bow.

  The arrow flew out like a shooting star.

  The war horses under the seat still raised their hooves, knocking on the grass that matched the loess.

  Ge Tailu laughed loudly, pulled himself together, and shouted: "Kill him..."

  The first syllable after    suddenly froze.

  The Tatars, who were eager to fight, were already eager to try, and they were waiting for Getelu's order.

   But all of a sudden... except for the sound of horseshoes approaching from far away, there was a terrifying silence.

  A feathered arrow shot directly at Getailu's heart in an instant.

  The feathered arrow was coming with great force, it quickly pierced Getailu's heart, and the remaining momentum was still there, it was actually alive, using inertia, it stabbed Getailu off the horse.

  Ge Tailu flew down like a kite with a broken thread, his tower-like body fell to the ground immediately, his heart...was filled with bright red blood, soaking the fur on his chest.

  His eyes are wide open, with an unbelievable appearance, until now...he can't understand where this arrow came from...

   And then...Ge Tailu died.

   The Tatars immediately caused a little confusion, and they didn't know what to do.

   Just when there were still people looking down at Getelu.

  But another feathered arrow came through the air, and someone let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground instantly.

  The Tatar suddenly felt that his scalp was about to explode.

   On the opposite side, there is such a strong marksman.

   Someone shouted: "Kill!"

   They raised their bows...

  The iron cavalry of the Han army on the opposite side has arrived like a whirlwind.

They were in neat formation, and when they were a hundred steps away, they immediately changed their formation. Zhu Houzhao pulled the horse rope obliquely, and then, with the Tatar team as the center, he began to circle around. He raised his bow, nocked an arrow, and shot an arrow The arrow shoots out.

   Countless iron cavalry behind them raised their bows and shot arrows.

   Arrows fell like rain in an instant, and they shot at the Tatars in a swarm.

At this time, the Tatars were quite like stragglers. The death of Getelu made them flustered. They hurriedly drew their bows and barely shot a round of arrows. Unfortunately, the cavalry of the Han army were constantly moving rapidly. , and most of their horses have not yet started.

  There were thousands of arrows raining all over the sky. In an instant, dozens of hundreds of people fell from their horses, howling.

   "The Han army has excellent bows and arrows."

   These people are all one-in-a-million. Zhu Houzhao is very accurate in choosing people, and he can tell at a glance whether they are proficient in riding and shooting.

   Among the Han army, after being shot by the Tatars, there were also a few people who were scattered.

   But taking advantage of this round of Tatars suffering from arrow rain, Zhu Houzhao, who was approaching seventy or eighty steps, had already put down his bow and arrow, and drew out his long knife.

  He was so excited... his eyes were red.

   Countless days and nights, what I think about is today.

  He waved his long knife, and shouted violently from his throat: "Follow me...kill!"

   Riding the horse, the horse roared, and then rushed straight to the Tatar army formation.

  The roaring cavalry behind him raised dust all over the sky, and the blade raised, shining brightly under the bright sun.

  Countless people and horses, full of heat, each roaring, rushed towards the Tatars without hesitation.

   Li Yi and Zhang Yuanxi did not step forward.

   This is the best shooting position.

  They bowed left and right, shooting arrows one by one.

  Especially Zhang Yuanxi, his eyes were fixed on Zhu Houzhao's direction, and whenever anyone approached Zhu Houzhao, he would shoot an arrow, and the arrows, like a cannonball, shot one after another.

  At this moment, Zhu Houzhao ran into the enemy without hesitation, and the Tatars around him fell down one by one, but Zhu Houzhao didn't care, raised his long knife, and slashed like crazy.

  The previous saber and sword skills are completely useless at this time, and blood will spurt out when the knife is cut, but at this time, it is impossible to tell whose blood it is.

Liu Jin screamed, he didn't dare to retreat, he listened to Zhu Houzhao's words very much, whether it is now or in history, although the hand holding the knife is weak, he can rein in his horse and rush into the enemy's line, waving the knife in his hand at will in the void, Although he didn't kill the enemy, his ferocious pockmarked face, coupled with his casserole-like roar, made him descend like a tiger.

   The Tatars panicked.

First, a person was shot down by an arrow, and before the battle, their leader was killed. In addition, they had far underestimated the strength of this Han army. To restore the decline, the Han army had already killed them. The knives in their hands were like killing chickens.

   These guys are crazy!

   Pieces of blood rained in the sky.

  The countless iron cavalry crazily killed, and the situation was settled in an instant.

  …

"Kill." The restless Zhu Houzhao burst into tears with excitement. The knife in his hand collided with the Tatar's weapon on the opposite side. He was so powerful that he knocked the Tatar's weapon into the air. Then, When the long knife slashed, the face of the Tatar on the opposite side was sliced ​​flat.

  ...

   After a stick of incense, the shouting stopped.

  Zhu Houzhao was panting and got off his horse.

  Underfoot, a Tatar man was moaning, covering his abdominal wound, and looked at Zhu Houzhao pitifully.

  Zhu Houzhao stepped forward and said in Tatar, "Let me give you a good time!"

  Zhu Houzhao can speak Tatar, he can even speak Sanskrit, and he can barely speak Japanese. It seems... as long as he thinks that everyone may be an enemy, he can probably understand some of the enemy's language.

   Of course, Fang Jifan did not bring Zhu Houzhao's language talent.

  In history, the famous Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty was indeed familiar with many languages. Zhu Houzhao had learned Tatar by urinating. And understand the customs of Hui people. Zhengde even fired many porcelains with palindrome himself. He also named himself Shaji Aolan; he learned the teachings of the Western Fanma monks and Sanskrit together. After that, the Frangji people began to contact Daming. Zhu Houzhao seemed to be interested in Frangji as well, and had also learned Frangji language.

  This guy has a wide range of hobbies, which is rare in the world.

  And whenever he finds something that interests him, he studies it very seriously and has a strong learning ability.

   After Zhu Houzhao finished speaking a sentence in Tatar to the Tatar man, the Tatar man burst into tears in an instant, perhaps because of pain or other reasons, he closed his eyes, trembling, willing to be slaughtered.

Without any hesitation, Zhu Houzhao stabbed fiercely with the long knife in his hand. The blade pierced through the Tatar's throat. Zhu Houzhao retracted the knife. As the blade was pulled out from the throat, a cloud of blood sprayed out suddenly, and the **** man The knife was immediately retracted into the scabbard.

  Zhu Houzhao looked up and looked at the corpses on the ground.

   Exhaled a breath, Zhu Houzhao made a voice: "Oye!"

  This sentence is weird and a bit convoluted.

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't understand why Fang Jifan liked Ouye and Ouye, following this guy, he learned badly.

   "Your Highness, four hundred and twenty-one people were killed! Nineteen people were killed or injured on our side."

   "Oh." Zhu Houzhao nodded, his face was ruthless.

  Looking at the smiling faces of all the soldiers.

   But it seems... Zhu Houzhao is not excited about the result.

  He sullenly said, "I beheaded four of you."

  He couldn't help looking around: "Where is Liu Banban?"

In the distance, Liu Jin grabbed a Tatar war horse and began to search for a bag hanging on the saddle. He found jerky from it, took out one of the jerky, and licked it with his tongue...no Put salt, taste...you can eat it.

   Without saying a word, he took the bag off the saddle and carried it on his back. Then, he squatted down again and searched for the dead body of a Tatar on the ground.

  (end of this chapter)