Mengxu Timur is now in a dilemma, he doesn't want to kill Zhu Di in his heart, but the only thing he can do now is to kill Zhu Di.

He turned his head to look at the battlefield, as soon as his pro-army general died, his morale was completely destroyed, and thousands of troops and horses avoided the white robe, and the general trend was gone.

The Shenji Battalion didn't give Mengxu Timur time to react, and rushed straight to kill, Mengxu Timur pulled out his scimitar, stepped forward to cut down the first few people, and then looked at Zhu Di with complicated eyes,

There is no doubt that this Ming Yan King is a very important existence, the battle between the two countries, killing the general is a huge blow to the enemy country, no matter how you calculate it, this is a sure thing,

If it was the previous Mengxu Timur, there was no doubt that he would not blink his eyes, and immediately slashed Zhu Di to death with a knife, and then galloped away.

But.....

Mengxu Timur looked at the middle of the battlefield again, and then looked at Zhu Di in front of him, even if the Ming Emperor Zhu Xiongying had invincible single combat ability, but Mengxu Timur still had the confidence to fight with him.

As long as Zhu Xiongying is still a human being, he will still be tired, and if he still has weaknesses....

After a few breaths of thinking, the Shenji Battalion had all rushed over, they didn't dare to use firearms, the modified firearms had too many bullet divergence angles, and if they were not careful, they might hurt His Royal Highness King Yan.

Mengxu Timur lifted Zhu Di in front of him, and fought and retreated.

"Put down Your Highness!"

Zhu Neng's eyes widened angrily, carrying a giant axe, and rushed towards Mengxu Timur.

Mengxu Timur sneered, lifted the scimitar and backhanded the axe, a huge force came from the handle of the axe like a burr, and the giant axe in Zhu Neng's hand almost got out of his hand, and was shocked to the point that half of his body was numb.

Zhu Neng was horrified in his heart, the person who can use the giant axe as a weapon, his strength can be imagined, he still splits his hands from top to bottom, but it is still not as good as the enemy's one-handed top,

Mengxu Timur saw that the distance was almost there, and threw Zhu Di out with his backhand, Zhu Neng's heart suddenly burst, and he hurriedly threw down his weapon and stepped forward to pick up Zhu Di, but the strange thing is that His Royal Highness King Yan was thrown straight into Zhu Neng's arms, and the angle and strength were just right,

"Judy, we'll meet again."

Mengxu Timur left a sentence in unskilled Chinese, and then slapped his horse and galloped, Zhu Di didn't listen to it at all, but just looked at the direction of the battlefield with feverish eyes.

"Alas... Drive! "Mengxu Timur patted his horse and galloped.

Zhu Di raised his hand with great effort and commanded,

"Go and help Your Highness."

Zhu Neng just reacted, the most valuable person on the battlefield now is not His Royal Highness King Yan, but His Royal Highness the Holy Sun!

Zhu Neng hurriedly looked at the middle of the battlefield, just now he was bent on saving King Yan, and he didn't notice what was happening on the battlefield at all.

"This..."

Zhu Neng opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word.

On the battlefield, His Royal Highness the Holy Sun was like a bulldozer, pushing his arms and legs into a mess, this scene was completely beyond Zhu Neng's imagination, and he couldn't imagine that he could fight like this in a war!

It's no wonder that the enemy army that has just used soldiers like gods is running so fast, if His Highness the Holy Sun plays like this, it will be useless to use any art of war!

"Your Highness, this, do you still need to help?"

Zhu Neng asked with difficulty.

"Nonsense! Just go! ”

Zhu Di raised the last trace of strength and roared angrily.

Zhu Neng hurriedly received the order, led the troops to the battlefield, and went to pick up His Royal Highness the Holy Sun.

After half a pillar of incense, Zhu Xiongying was full of blood and finally killed in front of Zhu Di.

"Fourth uncle!"

Zhu Xiongying turned over and dismounted, staggered to Zhu Di's side, and stuffed a few small black pills.

Zhu Di was like a daughter-in-law to be married, looking at Zhu Xiongying with love in his eyes, and responded delicately,

"Big nephew~"

Zhu Xiongying, who was like a killing god on the battlefield, was like Chen Tie from beginning to end, but he was trembling by the fourth uncle's voice.

Zhu Xiongying hurriedly took out the water and changed the topic,

"Fourth uncle, drink some water."

"Hmm~"

Zhu Di agreed, but his body didn't mean to move at all, just like a bride waiting to take off her hijab, the hijab had to be picked by others, and the water had to be fed by her eldest nephew.

Zhu Xiongying wiped his face, tore off the big black felt from the saddle with his backhand, covered the fourth uncle, and then put his hand under the fourth uncle's neck and padded it, and fed the water into it little by little.

Zhu Di was wrapped in the black felt of his eldest nephew, warm and comfortable.

At this time, relatively far away, Mengxu Timur stopped his horse and vaguely saw that Zhu Di was covered with clothes.

"Drive!"

Then, Muxu Timur left with a blank face.

Zhu Di was completely relieved, and the fatigue all over his body also came up, and he fell asleep deeply, with a baby-like sleep in Zhu Xiongying's arms.

Princess Zhu Xiongying picked up the fourth uncle, Zhu Di was tightly wrapped, revealing a scruffy little face, sleeping soundly,

"Your Highness?!"

Zhang Yu, who had been sent before, rushed over, he didn't know what was going on, His Royal Highness the Holy Sun stood here inexplicably, and then the enemy was inexplicably defeated.

Zhu Xiongying hugged the fourth uncle steadily, looked at Zhang Yu, and commanded very quickly,

"You lead your troops to chase and kill the enemy, just drive them out of the battlefield, don't chase too far, and then come back and pick up the wounded."

"Yes! Your Highness! ”

Zhang Yu received the order without stagnation, his direct superior was King Yan, and now the supreme leader of the Ming Dynasty personally ordered it, and he obeyed it even more.

After arranging all the soldiers and horses out, Zhu Xiongying looked down at the fourth uncle in his arms, and he was a little at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

There is no doubt that the fourth uncle has made a great contribution this time, judging from the weapons and structure of the enemy's soldiers and horses, he is definitely the best soldier among the elite soldiers.

Such an army is a pillar-like existence in any era and any country, and it is the most elite living force.

It's just a pity that Zhu Xiongying was anxious to save the fourth uncle, and the enemy general ran fast enough, Zhu Xiongying didn't catch Mengxu Timur.

However, it is already good that most of the Ming army can be gathered.

Zhu Xiongying stood in place and pondered, waiting for Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng to close the mess, while Zhu Di in Zhu Xiongying's arms secretly opened one eye and glanced at his eldest nephew,

Originally, he was indeed tired enough to sleep, but the pill that Zhu Xiongying fed him also reacted, and Zhu Di has recovered now, and it is no problem to get up and walk by himself.

But he just didn't want to leave, he just wanted to be held by his eldest nephew.

But Zhu Xiongying has a super perception, and his six senses are very keen, even if Zhu Di is careful to move, he is clearly heard by Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Xiongying looked at the fourth uncle and said helplessly,

"Fourth uncle, if you can go, don't let me hold it."

After a pause, seeing that he couldn't pretend anymore, Zhu Di opened his eyes in embarrassment and explained,

"Big nephew, then you can let me down."