The withdrawal of the Warats caused them to lose a large number of their warriors, and they fled in a hurry, destined to expose their backs to the enemy.

The death of this part of the people in exchange for the obstacle to the chasing army, which also allowed some of the Warat people to escape.

However, neither the Ming nor the Tatars were willing to give up this opportunity, especially the Tatars, who were eager to kill all the Mahamu and their family, so that the Tatars could win the support of other tribes.

In this way, the tribes on the steppe take turns to hold power on the steppe.

Zhu Di may still have the idea of not wanting to kill them all, because in his thoughts, there is no idea of staying in the grassland at all.

But Zhu Zhanji doesn't care about this, now he is energetic in killing people, and he cares about him 3721, let's enjoy it first.

Chasing the enemy's back, the new recruits energetically chased the enemy.

Zhu Zhanji no longer remembered how many people he had killed, and the originally extremely hard meteorite horizontal knife actually left a gap in the slashing and killing.

His arm was numb, but his spirit was still high.

Chase, be chased......

It was already dark, and when it was about to get dark on the prairie, it would quickly darken in ten minutes.

Since one person has several horses, the Warat people can flee on different horses, but the chasing Ming soldiers do not have so many horses, and their mounts are exhausted.

Yang Zhangde, who had been following Zhu Zhanji, was run away because of his strong body, and the Mongolian horse under him was run away, his hooves were weak, and he collapsed in the grass.

Yang Zhangde, who was sitting on it, was thrown down all of a sudden, and he was not injured in the battle, but because of this reason, his face was bruised.

Zhao Yongliang shouted loudly: "Your Highness, it's dark, and the poor don't chase after you." ”

Seeing that most of their horses were no longer good, Zhu Zhanji had no choice but to stop, and spat a mouthful of spit with some indignation. "I am unwilling to fail to completely annihilate the enemy!"

Yiqingzi said with a smile: "Your Highness has killed forty-three enemies today, and he has already made a great achievement. ”

"Forty-three, I don't remember."

"In the lower capital, help His Highness remember that if one of them is not the prince of Warat, he is also the general of Warat!"

At this time, other Ming soldiers who were chasing the enemy in front also returned with their booty, and when they saw Zhu Zhanji's honor guard, they came over to salute.

The more people gathered, they walked back leisurely, and by the way, they also collected some loot.

When I chased the enemy, I didn't feel it, but when I walked back, I realized that they had chased them for a full fifty or sixty miles.

It is no wonder that except for Zhu Zhanji's horse, most of the other people's horses are already exhausted, and they can only come down and lead the horses away.

After walking back for about twenty miles, I met Wang Yan and them who came to find Zhu Zhanji.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was fine, Wang Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Your Highness, you are chasing the enemy regardless of your safety, so that the army is worried about you." Your Majesty hasn't eaten dinner yet, so I'm waiting for you! ”

There are still forty miles to go, and if you go back with the large army, I'm afraid it will be the middle of the night. A group of eunuchs couldn't help but say, changed dozens of healthy horses, and went back with Zhu Zhanji first.

Zhu Zhanji also knew that his identity was special, he never went back, and even the soldiers who won this great victory did not dare to celebrate.

If something happens to him, this big win will be greatly reduced.

Even so, when Zhu Zhanji returned to the camp where Hulan suddenly lost temperature, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Tonight's camp was lit with torches and bonfires everywhere because of the great victory and the loot to be seized. Seeing Zhu Zhanji return to the camp, everyone cheered.

Zhu Zhanji killed from the middle lane to the right flank today, and slashed and killed several enemies in front of countless people, and his bravery was seen by most people.

When he didn't come back, everyone didn't dare to celebrate the victory, and when they saw him return safely, they could let go of the celebration.

The cheers of the soldiers also reached Zhu Di's ears, knowing that it was Zhu Zhanji who came back safely, and Zhu Di's heart was also in his stomach.

Although he also rushed out of the army formation today, he only made a gesture with the generals, and he did not even kill a single enemy.

At this time, he couldn't help but sigh a little that he was indeed old!

When Zhu Zhanji, who was covered in blood and coagulated, walked into the Chinese military tent, he brought a smoky smell of blood.

Seeing that his face was clean and bloody, Zhu Di paused and asked, "Is Ji'er injured?" ”

Zhu Zhanji deliberately pretended to be proud and looked around, swept the eyes of the generals before saying: "Your Majesty Lao is worried, this is all the blood of the enemy!" ”

Zhu Di couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, good, I, Zhu Di, have a successor!" ”

Zheng Heng immediately bowed down and said, "Taisun is brave and martial, Your Majesty will have no worries in the future." ”

As soon as Zheng Heng slapped this sycophant, the others immediately followed, and after a while, Zhu Zhanji was praised as rare in the sky and unparalleled in the ground.

But after a big victory, Zhu Di was in a happy mood, and he was very happy with these sycophants, and he smiled very happily. "Okay, you go back and wash up first, and celebrate tomorrow."

Outside the big tent, Li Liang, who was waiting for Zhu Zhanji, and a group of eunuchs shouted when they saw Zhu Zhanji's bloody appearance.

Li Liang looked at Zhu Zhanji and wanted to get close, but he didn't dare, not to mention how awkward it was.

The more he twisted, the stronger Zhu Zhanji's mischievous psychology became. Regardless of the fact that the blood on his body had not completely coagulated, he directly put his arm on Li Liang's shoulder and hugged his neck. "I'm so tired that I can't walk."

Li Liang covered his mouth and said tremblingly: "Your Highness, how many people have you killed!" ”

Zhu Zhanji said with a smile: "Look at Wang Yan, Zheng He, Li Qian, they are all out of the sea of corpses and blood, not to mention the dead, even ghosts are not afraid." On the contrary, the demons are afraid of them! But what about you, you can't even stand a dead man, how can you compare with them? ”

Li Liang is good at everything, but he is timid and especially afraid of ghosts. The people of this era are convinced that there are ghosts.

Even Zhu Zhanji himself believes it. If there were no ghosts and gods, how could he be reborn once, travel once, and run to 600 years ago!

But it's one thing to believe in faith, and as a human being, it's right to do things according to human rules.

Being hugged by Zhu Zhanji like this, his nose was full of fishy smell, and there was a hint of rancid smell, Li Liang was trembling, and he couldn't speak.

Hearing Zhu Zhanji talk about ghosts again, he thought about seeing so many dead people in the afternoon, and his legs were weak at this moment.

"Grandpa, don't scare the slave and maid anymore, you know that the slave and maid are timid."

Zhu Zhanji laughed and said: "Tomorrow we will see if there are any Warat captives who have not been executed, if there are any, tomorrow I will let you be in charge of the execution, kill one you are afraid of, kill ten?" When you kill a hundred, even the ghosts will be afraid of you. ”

Li Liang suddenly collapsed on the ground and begged for mercy: "Grandpa, don't scare the slave maid, the slave maid wants to serve you for a few more years." ”

Zhu Zhanji laughed.

Dressed in bloody clothes, Zhu Zhanji returned to his big tent in good spirits, but this was just to pretend to be in front of other soldiers.

In fact, it is not comfortable at all to wear such a bloody outfit.

As soon as he entered the big tent, he immediately took off the clothes on his body, except for the steel wire inner armor for people to take to clean, and the rest of the clothes were thrown away and no longer wanted.

These clothes were almost soaked in blood, and they could not be washed at all.

It took four or five buckets of water for him to rinse his body, and then he had hot water boiled for a medicinal bath.

Others did not have Zhu Zhanji's conditions, so they could only go to the river to wash their bodies, but Zhu Zhanji absolutely refused to go into the water at night, even if it was living water.

Although there was no pollution in the Ming Dynasty, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and the air was fresh, but in this era, infectious diseases were rampant.

Plague, smallpox, malaria, all major infectious diseases that kill tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people as soon as they appear.

And under the beautiful appearance of the mountains and rivers, the germs everywhere, bloodsucking insects cannot be prevented.

Don't talk about ordinary people, even Zhu Di, the emperor, had a stomachache a few years ago. On a check, there were countless parasites growing in the intestines, and the person was disgusted to death.

In this backward era, sanitary conditions are the only way, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will die in a minute.

Therefore, Zhu Zhanji, who originally liked to swim the most, almost did not go into the water except for going to hot springs, and the living water was all derived from germs, not to mention those ponds.

Maybe it's because I'm too excited today, and I'm a little sleepy when I relax now.

After eating something casually and filling his stomach, he fell asleep on the bed.

Zhu Di finished his official duties and came to Zhu Zhanji's big tent, he was originally worried that his grandson had killed too many people today and seen too many cruel scenes, and he was afraid that he would not sleep well at night, so he came to relieve him.

Now I saw that he slept so sweetly when he woke up from his sleep on weekdays, and he couldn't help but smile with relief.

A wide heart and a big heart are the most important qualities of being a good emperor!

And in a valley 50 kilometers away from Hulan and sudden hypothermia, Mahamu, who was more than half a hundred years old, could not bear the heavy blow of today, and knelt in a mountain col, his heart like ashes.

In today's battle, his tribe has become the one with the heaviest losses, six of the eleven sons he saw with his own eyes die, and now he only has the eldest son around him, and the remaining four are also separated, I don't know whether they are dead or alive.

And the thirteen,000 grassland warriors he assembled when he came out, there were less than a thousand people left around him, and the war horses also lost more than 30,000.

This is the hope of the rise of the tribe, but today it is buried under the guns of the Ming Dynasty.

Now he didn't even dare to think about revenge, and without these warriors, he wouldn't even dare to appear in front of Taiping and Bald Solo.

Because they are also fierce wolves, seeing that he is so weak now, they will definitely bite him fiercely in turn.

He had no way out, and even if he surrendered, his prestige was too high, and the Taiping and Bald Solo would not dare to let him live.

On the grassland, there is only one end for those who fail.

(The war has been written enough, and I will not write it in detail later, so the details of the war, such as Mandu being killed in battle, Zheng Heng being hit by an arrow, and firearms raising his might, have not been written.) The main perspective is on Zhu Zhanji, as a grandson, the future emperor, he needs to know how to control the strategic direction. ）