"It's me." Zhu Qizhen maintained a posture of holding his head high, looking directly at the tile spur general, and said calmly, but his big hands hidden in his sleeves and clenched into fists were already so tight that his knuckles turned white.

The general of the tile spur laughed like an owl, and then waved his hand and roared a Mongolian dialect that Zhu Qizhen couldn't understand. Behind him, the tile spur cavalry who had already surrounded a group of people in Zhu Qizhen rushed out like a pack of vicious dogs, and in a short period of time, the eight unarmed Ouchi guards and the middle-aged eunuch were all left on the grass and could not move.

"What are you doing here?" Zhu Qizhen saw that the guards were only captured by those tile spur cavalry and not slaughtered, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and turned to the tile spur general and said in a deep voice.

"The emperor of the Ming Dynasty, how can there be such a few soft eggs around you who don't even have weapons, you must be pretending!" The general suddenly shouted, choked, and the scimitar on his waist was instantly unsheathed, and a dazzling cold light swirled out in mid-air, slashing towards Zhu Qizhen's front door.

Zhu Qizhen didn't react at all to the scimitar that slashed head-on, his eyes were flat, his expression was calm, and he didn't even blink his eyelids. The scimitar slammed as it approached Zhu Qizhen's front door.

The knife momentum was only a few inches away from Zhu Qizhen's front door, but the knife wind blew Zhu Qizhen's slightly scattered hair up.

“…… I didn't expect to be a good man. Seeing that Zhu Qizhen didn't even have the slightest reaction to his sword, the general was not angry, but his eyes showed admiration.

And it was only at this time that Zhu Qizhen, who had actually been frightened by the sudden action of the tile spur general, came back to his senses, and when he heard the words of this tile spur general, Zhu Qizhen, whose clothes had been soaked in cold sweat, grinned forcefully, showing a smile that was no better than crying, but his voice was quite well controlled, and he was still so stable and calm: "I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and the sword and soldiers are added, what do I have?!" ”

Hearing Zhu Qizhen's words, which were similar to the scene used by the underworld gang to support the stage in the later generations, the guards who were struggling hard couldn't help but be full of admiration and fanaticism. Your Majesty is really extraordinary......

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Who can know that Zhu Qizhen, who is just a genius, is just stupid because he has no time to react because of a moment of confusion? However, being able to make these people make such a misunderstanding also saves Zhu Qizhen from having the cheekiness to explain what kind of stupid theory that I am standing tall and immovable.

"Although I admire you for being a good man, I can't say for sure whether you are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty or not. You wait. The tile spur general shouted a few words loudly to the surroundings, and someone immediately responded, and then, Zhu Qizhen saw several tile spur soldiers rushing towards the bottom of the hillside, it seemed that they should have gone to find a more senior general to recognize people.

After the order, the general sat on a big stone next to him, but his eyes kept looking at Zhu Qizhen.

After being frightened, Zhu Qizhen, who already felt that his legs were a little weak, didn't care about anything, and sat down cross-legged in the same place, those tile spur soldiers seemed to have been explained, and they didn't rush up to tie themselves up, but just surrounded themselves tightly.

Seeing those Tile Thorn soldiers staring at him, his eyes were full of excitement, curiosity, and even a little doubt, as if he had run to the zoo to see the gorillas for the first time. Zhu Qizhen, who was tired and thirsty, and even became a little nervous with a nervous breakdown, simply closed his eyes and tried to recover some physical strength so that he could cope with everything unknown afterward. While trying to find everything about the shingles in the fragmentary memories that remained in this body.

After only about a minute or two, Zhu Qizhen, who was closing his eyes and meditating, heard the rumbling sound of hooves, as if a group of cavalry was rushing towards this small hillside.

With a loud shout from far and near, the hundred-watt thorn soldiers crowded on the top of the hillside were like butter cut by a hot knife, and in just a few breaths, they gave way enough for several horses to gallop. A group of men and horses galloped forward, led by a sturdy man with eyes and eyes, a splendid brocade robe, and a chest and abdomen covered by thin chain armor.

Zhu Qizhen slowly stood up, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at this Mongolian general who was sitting on a war horse and knew from his outfit that he was an extraordinary member of the Tile Spur Army.

The Mongolian general stretched out his hand and gently stroked the mane between the neck of the war horse under him, and looked at Zhu Qizhen, who was standing in front of the horse, and shouted in a deep voice: "You are the emperor of the Han people?" "His Chinese is far more fluent than that of the general.

Zhu Qizhen didn't answer his question, and after carefully looking at him a few times, he asked calmly: "Who are you, you are also Boyan Timur, or the king of the magazine?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the senior general who was sitting on the back of the horse and proudly looked at Zhu Qizhen, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and after looking at Zhu Qizhen a few times, he jumped off the horse, threw the horsewhip in his hand to his subordinates, and walked to Zhu Qizhen. And just facing one of his own subordinates.

After beckoning the general who had been guarding here, and after the two exchanged words in Mongolian quickly, the senior general's gaze at Zhu Qizhen was a little more refined.

"Although I can't be sure of your identity, I can tell you that I am the third brother of the Tile Thorn Taishi Yexian, the king of the Saikan." When the king of the competition magazine, who stood in front of Zhu Qizhen again, spoke again, there was no arrogance in his tone, but a little more humility.

"It turned out to be the king of the magazine. I don't know where the master is? Zhu Qizhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as the saying goes, the king of Hades is easy to see, but the little ghost is difficult, seeing the king of the competition, then, those barbarian soldiers who don't know what politics is and only care about the leadership of the people dare not hurt themselves.

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ps: Today's second watch is here, everyone watch, everyone is working hard.