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On August 28, Emperor Xuande's car set off from Beijing, the young master, the secretary of the Ministry of Shangshu Jianyi, the young master and the prince of the young master, the household secretary Xia Yuanji, the young master, the Ministry of Industry and the scholar of the palace Yang Rong, the line in the Ministry of Rites Shangshu Hu Tong, the military department of the squire Wang Ji, the criminal department of the squire Lang Shili, the Ministry of the Ministry of work Shangshu Wu Zhong, the right of the capital Yu Shi Ling Yanru, Taichang Temple Qing and Hanlin bachelor Yang Pu, Taichang Temple Qing Yao Youzhi, Dali Temple Shaoqing Wang Wengui and others to follow, the British Gong Zhang Fu, Yang Wuhou Xue Lu and other sub-generals each led the troops.

Passing through Jizhou (today's Jinji County) to Xifengkou (now south of Kuancheng, Hebei), encountering Wuliangha leading 10,000 people to invade the border, Emperor Xuande then ordered Xining to wait for Song Ying, Wuding to wait for Guo Xuan, Bancheng to wait for Li Xian, and the governor Ji Jietun to Zunhua (now Hebei), and he led 3,000 elite cavalry, two horses each, with ten days of rations, to meet the enemy, Wenchen only Yang Rong followed.

On the evening of the sixth day of the ninth month of the third year of Xuande, the elite cavalry led by Emperor Xuande arrived at Kuanhe (now south of the left wing of Karaqin) and met the enemy.

Although it was only September, the cold wind in Shuobei pierced people like knives, and fine needles and threads crashed into people's chests, as if the armor and iron clothes were worn through the air.

There is a hook of lemon yellow crescent moon hanging in the sky, also like a knife, hanging upside down on the dark sky, the moonlight is bright, the weather is dark, the vast mountains and rivers are shrouded in it, a big river with a turbid yellow color under the dome, wrapped in mud and sand, magnificent, turbid waves are monstrous, the turbid river water keeps beating the stones on both banks, stirring up a thousand waves like mud, as if ten thousand horses are hunting and neighing, the sound is amazing.

Because of the churning river, the field suddenly seemed quiet, and a loud chord sounded in the silence, like a horse stepping on the frozen soil and plucking the lute.

“…… The meteor white feather is inserted around the waist, and the sword flower autumn lotus light is out of the box. The heavenly soldiers shine on the snow under the jade pass, and the captured arrows shoot golden armor like sand. The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all handed back, and the enemy can be destroyed when Taibai enters the moon. The enemy can be destroyed, the head is destroyed, and the intestines of the beard are involved in the blood. Hanging Hu in the sky, burying Hu Zi plugged around. Hu no one, Han Daochang ......"

At the beginning, it was low, gradually turned high-pitched, and finally broke the embankment, swept all the silence, and rose up in a noisy manner - the fir gold drum, the moon and the frost horn, the flag, the cymbal song and the column rode and blew, the feathers galloped together, and the sound of surprise came one after another.

Zhu Zhanji seems to have returned to the years of the Northern Expedition with Emperor Yongle, and his blood was stirring in his chest, swaying his surging passion, and giving him an indomitable determination like a tide.

Standing on the horse, he opened his bow and arrows, and shot at the opponent's forward like a meteor catching the moon, and before the man fell to the ground from the horse, Zhu Zhanji had already drawn his sword and raised his arms and shouted: "Where are the Ming warriors today?" ”

"In! At! At! "There were countless responses, like thunder and tsunamis, landslides and earth cracks, flicking the enemy's knives and bones, and before they could fight, those who listened felt that something had pierced into the bones and stirred and turned, as if they were going to pierce the ribcage and pierce the skull!

Zhu Zhanji slammed the horse's belly, and under the escort of the shadow guard, rushed into the enemy formation.

With a wave of his long knife, he swayed a dazzling brilliance. With a backhand stab, a blurred head flew out, and with a twist, it struck the shoulder of the person on the right.

If you get a little closer to him, the enemy army that presses his long knife will be picked off by the swords of Qinglong, Baihu, Xuanwu and others...... Although the enemy army was endless, the black pressure was crowded next to each other, this side was rushed to pieces, and the other side was surrounded, Zhu Zhanji rushed left and right in the crowd, as if entering a no-man's land.

The four wild men were densely shadowed, as if an invisible net was about to cage him, obviously, the enemy had discovered that this group of cavalry was not simple, and the leader was a big fish.

The sound of the wind stirring the horse's hooves, and the sound of the intersecting blades in the hands, became clearer and clearer in the roaring river and the open field, as if with an echo, and thousands of horses galloped.

"The Son of Heaven guards the country, the king dies, this battle will definitely be driven thousands of miles away by pretenders who are not of my race, and have different intentions, and see if you dare to come and offend me again!" Zhu Zhanji suddenly reined in his horse and stood still, suddenly pointed his long knife to the west, and shouted: "Wuliangha, I am here today, you dare to cross the wide river one step, and I will take your head." ”

- He slashed down with his knife, cutting the figure in half across the face. Outnumbered, he will also have the victory in his hands and return triumphantly!

What he led was the most elite cavalry of the Ming Dynasty, and behind him, there were 100,000 male divisions.

A spear swept over, Zhu Zhanji's crotch dismounted from the horse and suffered pain, he neighed, his forefoot knelt down, and another spear in the oblique stab crossed out from the horse's belly, dragging a string of horse intestines with blood to the ground, the horse threw him off his back in the tumbling, Zhu Zhanji stood up staggering with a knife, only to feel that his limbs were heavy, and the dense soreness between his muscles and bones was surging.

Seeing that the horse's hooves were about to step on him.

"Your Majesty—" Qinglong shouted in a low voice, swinging his sword diagonally to cut off a shiny spear.

"Your Majesty—" The white tiger exclaimed, slashing at each other, overturning a dark figure in front of him.

"Your Majesty—" Xuanwu and Du Ziheng's long knives danced into a snowy knife shadow, cutting off several horses' feet close to Zhu Zhanji, and when the injured horse fell to the ground, Xuanwu also took advantage of the situation to pull Zhu Zhanji to his horse.

The enemy's rear flank galloped in, and the nearest one swung his spear straight in.

Because he wanted to protect Zhu Zhanji, Xuanwu didn't care about the spear that stabbed him, he didn't dodge or dodge, he was stabbed hard, the spear passed obliquely past his forehead, he returned his hand and let go of the horse's reins, clamped the spear with two fingers, and then gave the other party's frightened face a knife.

His eyes were blurry, and he didn't know whether he was covered in his own or the other party's blood. For some reason, the scene of the master teaching him swordsmanship when he was a child flashed in his mind, one move and one style, as if the rough palm of the old master was supporting his arm, although the sword was heavy, his hand felt light.

It was as if the master had once again grabbed his hand and carried most of the burden on his body for him.

He jumped to another horse.

The green dragon and the white tiger who followed closely immediately covered the horse that Zhu Zhanji was riding, and together with the other shadow guards who came up in front and behind, they protected Zhu Zhanji tightly.

This time, it became Xuanwu to face the front.

Because his eyes were covered with blood, he couldn't see that several spears were coming towards his chest—

"Master—"

Du Ziheng beside him stepped forward and picked off several spears, but because he was outnumbered, a spear pierced his chest, and a canopy of blood splattered out.

At Du Ziheng's level, the cavalry behind them had already rushed over, some of them were protected, and some were engaged with the enemy.

Seeing each other with white blades, it seems that it is not blood that is boiling all over the body, it is spirits, the spirits are burning blood, burning wounds, iron riding on the tomb, swords and knives pierce the heart and bones, easy water is cold, swords pierce clouds and cracked stones, and the sky is dark for a while, and the mountains and rivers are depressed.

Du Ziheng only felt that the spear that pierced into his chest was scorching hot, as if it was about to burn his internal organs, his chest cavity was fried to a crisp, and all the limbs and bones were removed.

Xuanwu, who wiped a handful of blood from his eyes and could barely see, had already grabbed him, put him on his horse, protected him on his chest, and then handed the reins of the horse to a cavalryman, and shouted: "Escort him back to the camp for treatment." He himself switched to another horse of the cavalry, and went into battle again.

The enemy is about to come together, like an encirclement, to encircle them in it.

At this time, the white tiger was also ordered by Zhu Zhanji to rush over again.

Xuanwu glanced at him, and both shouted to the people behind him, "Keep up—"

The two of them each led a team, like scissors, to attack on two wings and cut deep into the enemy's belly.

Xuanwu swung his iron sword and slashed at the man across from him.

The wide and straight iron sword, with the overwhelming might, slashed heavily on the iron armor, and the crack easily split the opponent in half.

Seeing him so fierce, the enemy army suddenly parted like a river, rushing to both sides, revealing the Uliangha who was guarding him closely, exposing it.

The next moment, the river poured back again, covering the frightened Uliangha in the middle.

Xuanwu and the White Tiger led the iron horse, wielding their swords and swords again.

Once again, the enemy was torn open.

They continued to swing their swords, one sword more fierce than the other, each sword more urgent than the other.

The enemy army separated again and again, and recovered again and again, but there were fewer and fewer people hiding Uliangha, and several times, Xuanwu's iron sword almost swung in front of his eyes.

As if he was about to chop up the rocks and shocking the clouds, Xuanwu's black hair had been scattered, and the hair was fluttering with the night wind, and the armor on his body had already been cut out of countless thin cuts, and he was covered in blood.

But it is such a bloody man, but it does not give people a sense of embarrassment at all, and every sword he stabs out is wide open and closed, giving people a sense of thunder.

And his expression was calm, peaceful, and even a little wooden.

He continued to swing his iron sword.

……

In this way, Xuanwu and the White Tiger attacked on both wings, and the encirclement of Wuliangha, which had not yet been synthesized into a circle, was cut into pieces.

Finally, Xuanwu's sword swung in front of Uliangha, who was fighting and retreating.

Uliangha watched as the guards hidden in front of him were like a few fallen leaves gently picked apart by the wide iron sword, and one of the guards in front of him was obviously holding the spear tightly, but his arm left his body, splashing a pool of blood, flying in front of his eyes for a moment before falling.

The iron sword, which was flat and steady, suddenly trembled violently, grabbed a sword flower, and then flew up like an arrow from a string, slashing at his neck...... He only heard the roar of the river in the surrounding world, and then it was cold, it was silent, and it was dark.

The black that can never wake up again.

Seeing that Uliangha's head was cut off by himself, Xuanwu exhausted his strength and fell off his horse.

This battle was so tragic, the other side suffered countless casualties, and the Ming Dynasty also lost its troops, but after all, it still won, and the victory was very majestic, so that every time the tribes on the grassland talked about it, they were worried and panicked.

In this battle, Emperor Xuande personally shot his forward, killed three people, divided the iron cavalry into two wings to attack, won a big victory, beheaded its leader, and obtained countless weapons and horses.

On September 15, Emperor Xuande returned to Beijing.