The rain of arrows roared overhead, hitting a dense piercing sharp sound, Zhu Qizhen finally regained his composure, and he asked Fan Zhong in a low voice: "What's his name?" ”

After Fan Zhong groped on the soldier, he took out a wooden sign and presented it with both hands: "Your Majesty, his name is Liu Thirteen." ”

Later, Zhu Qizhen learned that many people in this era don't even have names. The reason why Fan Zhong knew that the person's name was Liu Thirteen was also because the brand was made of willow wood. The word thirteen is simple, but the willow strokes are complicated, and this person can only use willow wood to represent the surname.

"Wu Jin! Treat his family well! ”

Wu Jin beside him nodded vigorously, but it was too late to grieve, and after the arrow rain stopped, there was a neighing of war horses, and Zhu Qizhen and the others got up to look.

The king of Saikan did not know when he was eyeing everyone, and after a few rounds of arrow rain, he led the cavalry to charge towards everyone.

Without waiting for everyone to look closely, the cavalry was already approaching, and their ears were filled with the strange syllables of Humai.

The 3,000 battalions are known as the 3,000 little Tartars, all of whom are Mongols who have been recruited, and they are also the troops with the highest combat effectiveness per capita, but at this moment, in the face of the most familiar way of fighting, they can only raise their shields and resist if they lose their war horses.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the defense line was directly broken. The thin shield wall could not stop the Warat cavalry at all.

The faces of the people around him were numb to the war, and the sound of broken bones and tendons spread in their ears. The opponent was like a blade, easily cutting their formation.

Near, near, near......

The king of the race journal who took the lead rushed to the door in front of him, the Mongolian saber in his hand was already stained with blood, but it was still flashing with dazzling snow, the piercing Zhu Qizhen squinted, and the face of the king of the race magazine in front of him was full of disdain.

The emperor's self-esteem prompted him to get up and fight for his life against the king of Saikan. But as soon as he got up, he was pulled by a huge force, and his body was quickly dragged out of the enemy's attack range.

Zhu Qizhen, who was wide-eyed, shouted: "I'm going to kill him!" But he was dragged by Fan Zhong and Guo Mao to a farther position.

The king of Saikan, who had cut through the position, had already begun to charge again, and Zhu Qizhen struggled left and right: "I order you two to let go!" ”

The two of them didn't hear it, they just fled for their lives in the rout of the Ming army, and there were only four people left around Zhu Qizhen. Wu Jin led the rest of the crowd to block the enemy, staying in place to attract the attention of the king of the competition.

A massacre was staged in front of Zhu Qizhen's eyes again, and Wu Jin and dozens of soldiers were in a group back to back, constantly trying to attack the war horse with spears and other weapons, but often stabbing out the spears had to pay the price of their lives.

The cavalry was much more flexible than the infantry, and the king of the race was like a cat and mouse, slowly reaping the remaining lives of the Ming army, and a drop of blood and tears slipped down the cheek of the young emperor.

These are all debts owed by "them", and the mentality of the original game is gone.

The king of the competition looked at the Ming army who was still breathing with playfulness, and the corner of his eyes inadvertently swept into the distance, and in the white rout, the few people in armor attracted his attention.

The person who was dragged away, just now, seems to have looked at me? The eyes are fierce!

He smiled contemptuously: "Come with me two people." Then he turned his horse and chased after them.

Zhu Qizhen looked at the chasing Saikan King, his arrogance rose, the cowardice in his eyes had faded, and he reminded loudly: "We are here for the Saikan Dynasty, stop it!" Get ready for battle! ”

Fan Zhong and Guo Mao, who rushed forward, turned back at the same time, and sure enough, the king of the journal was chasing after him. The two glanced at each other, ready to stay and stop each other.

"It's useless to run away with me, the other party has already set their sights on me, and I can only leave if I kill him!"

The two first glanced at each other, and then silently blocked in front of Zhu Qizhen, Yuan Bin, the captain of the Jinyi Guard, and Ha Ming, the capital of the Jinyi Guard, were also on guard, and the four of them just surrounded Zhu Qizhen in the middle. The rout army around him who unarmored and undressed all retreated when they saw the Warat cavalry.

The three horsemen of the king of the race had already caught up with him in the blink of an eye, although the cavalry was not large enough to exert the power of the charge. However, after this battle, the Ming army has been equated with the local chicken and tile dog in the heart of the king of the competition, and the three horsemen are not in a hurry to attack, so they have a good time to circle around a few people.

King Saikan squinted his eyes and asked: "A governor is desperate to cover you, if it weren't for the Ming Emperor being surrounded by my brother, I would really think that I caught that waste." Are you the prince of the Ming Dynasty? Or is it the son of that family? ”

Afraid of the sudden attack of the three kings of the race, the four people on the periphery had to keep an eye on the defense separately and kept following the war horse.

Zhu Qizhen stared at the king of the competition: "Who are you?" The king of the magazine? Pingzhang Mao's child? Or maybe it's Polo? ”

The king of the journal laughed: "The battle is like this, I still think that the Ming army is all pigs and dogs, you are quite smart." However, the general of the defeated army is not qualified to ask my name. ”

The rhythm of Humai sounded in the mouth of the king of the journal again, and the three of them waved their scimitars in their hands at the same time, stabbing Zhu Qizhen.

Fortunately, Fan Zhong and the four of them had already prepared, and when they saw the king of the race journal move, they swung their weapons upwards at the same time to block the attack.

Zhu Qizhen shouted: "Get out of the way." Taking advantage of the fact that the king of the journal was not finished, he passed directly between the two of them, and walked away with a long sword in his hand.

One step, two steps, the distance was sharply shortened, and Zhu Qizhen had already rushed to the side of the king of Saikan, and the long sword in his hand stabbed the opponent's mount. In his heart, he planned to defeat the king of the journal first and close the gap in melee combat power.

But seeing a trace of ridicule flashing in the eyes of the king of the competition, he pulled out another saber with his right hand, and waved it down to stop the long sword, Zhu Qizhen suddenly felt a huge force returned, and the tiger mouth was for a while, and the long sword in his hand was taken off in response. Look again, the blade of the king of the journal has arrived in front of him.

When Fan Zhong and the four of them saw that Zhu Qizhen had been robbed of their swords, they all wanted to step forward to escort them, but they were stopped by the two horsemen, and they wanted to say something but were afraid of attracting more attention from the place, so they could only try to cross the two horsemen with anxious faces.

The king of the race was full of smiles, and there was more mockery in his eyes: "What's the use of saying that the voice is loud, this hand is more tender than a woman's, and you still want to fight with me?" I'm afraid it's a young person who hasn't even been on the battlefield, right? Seeing that Zhu Qizhen didn't speak, the king of the journal was not annoyed.

"Now your life is in my hands, I just need to move my fingers lightly, and you will die, aren't you afraid?"

"Why are you so scared that you can't speak? Regretted it? How comfortable is it to be a son-in-law in Beijing, but you have to come out to fight, and you still want to kill me? Hahaha, but it's your glory to die at my hands! "Wang Zhi is complacent, like looking at a lamb.

The smile suddenly turned cold: "I'll give you one last chance, tell me who you are, if there is still use value, I don't mind leaving you alive." ”

Zhu Qizhen looked at the other party's condescending gaze, a strong sense of shame and self-esteem came to his heart, his hands were clenched into fists, and he stared at the king of the competition without saying a word.

"If you don't eat a toast, this king will follow your wishes, and this will send you on your way!" The long knife in his hand was pulled back to gather momentum, and his waist was twisted to cut off Zhu Qizhen's head.

"Don't!"

Fan Zhong and the others were suddenly in a hurry and rushed desperately.

Suddenly! There was a loud bang, the earth shook violently, the horses were frightened and galloped wildly, and the king of the journal fell off his horse directly.

Moments ago, the Central Military Division.

Zhang Fu and the others, who were covered in blood, were surrounded heavily, and the original tens of thousands of Jingwei elites were only a few dozen people left at this time, and the corpses on the ground could not distinguish between the enemy and me.

There was only the emperor in his eyes: "All misunderstandings are because of the eunuch king cheering up evil, I only came for the side of the Qing monarch, as long as you and the ministers put down their weapons and punish the first evil, the ministers are willing to escort you back to Beijing." ”

"Phew! You deceive the reward first, provoke the last, how can you have the face to say me? Since he is a minister, how can he hold a sword and coerce the holy driver? Wang Zhen contemptuously spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

also smiled first: "You are that Wang Zhen?" Jump out by yourself, and I'll go to you without saving. If the emperor doesn't mind, I really want to thank you, after all, in order to let me see the emperor as soon as possible, you are the one who will contribute the most. ”

One sentence made Wang Zhen tremble all over, and his mouth trembled and he couldn't say a word. However, unexpectedly, the rest of the monarchs and ministers were indifferent when they heard this.

I saw Zhang Fu wave his hand, and threw an object in his hand to Ye Xian: "Ye Xian, do you want to thank him?" ”

"Master be careful!" also shouted at the soldiers around him first.

At first, he didn't care, took the head, brushed away the hair covering it, and saw a bloody face.

"Xining?!" Boyan Timur beside him was surprised.

He was also a little surprised and asked, "Oh? How do you know he's a friend of my Varat? ”

Zhang Fu ignored it, his attention was on Zhu Qizhen.

He also gradually lost his patience first, and as soon as he let go, Xining's head fell, and he said softly: "Thick burial." ”

"Your Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, for your safety, please let them lay down their weapons, otherwise the minister will have to rescue you first, and then send you back!"

Xiao Weizhen naturally couldn't answer, he faced south, his eyes were full of determination. I read a sentence in my heart: Father, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both, the child must be a cow and a horse for the second elder in the next life, and repay the kindness of nurturing!

also looked at the emperor who was speechless first, and glanced left and right at the army. The army of Warat was originally herdsmen, and it was formed in peacetime and wartime, and the discipline was not strong, and there were already many people fighting for property, so it was necessary to solve these stubborn Ming troops as soon as possible.

Zhang Fu's eyes were attracted by the king of the magazine, he knew that he couldn't wait any longer, since he didn't have the opportunity to introduce the ambush first, he could only create an explosion as soon as possible to relieve the emperor.

"It's time! Chen Huai! Zhang Fu shouted, then lit the fuse on his body, and rushed towards him first. The ministers beside him, regardless of civil and military, all roared angrily, their gray hair was scattered, and they lit explosives one after another and frantically pounced on the enemy.

Wang Zhenyi in the dragon chariot pushed Xiao Weizhen out of the car, followed by Zhang Fuxiang and rushed first, laughing and saying: "Your Majesty, Mr. go first!" Assist you in the afterlife! ”

After speaking, he threw the fire in his hand into the carriage, and a sentence kept echoing in his ears: If you don't die, what will the emperor do?

also looked at the Ming army in horror, his nose was full of the smell of gunpowder, and he was about to run back, but the soldiers around him were crowded and trampled, no matter how he waved the horsewhip, he didn't move at all.

"Get out of the way!" No one answered him, only the emperor approached closer. Then there was a buzzing in the ears, and the men and horses were shocked by the huge impact and flew out.