Zhu Qizhen opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his thigh was hugged.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the slave and maid follow you wholeheartedly." Wang Zhen hugged Zhu Qizhen, snot and tears flowing.

"Spread out!" Li Qing said.

Wang Zhen didn't dare to disobey, so he let go of his hand and wanted to hug Li Qing's thigh, but he didn't dare to take action.

Regardless of Li Qing's blood, that murderous aura alone annoyed him and he had to see Hades in minutes.

"Sir, we are all the way......"

"Who's with you all the way?" Li Qing looked gloomy, and reflexively raised his foot and kicked it.

"Bang ——!"

Wang Zhen was thrown up high, and the people who were smashed by the ministers who followed him for help turned over on his back.

Li Qing no longer hesitated, ignored the pleas for help behind him, and scolded angrily, picked up Zhu Qizhen and stepped on the war horse and rushed out.

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Zhu Qizhen's brain was blank, and the visual impact of the scene of the battle of the ten thousand armies was too strong, he couldn't help but close his eyes, and recalled the past in his mind.

"Are you afraid?" On the war horse, the father touched his little head and asked.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Yes, worthy of being my son." The father smiled, shook the reins, and waved the whip.

The war horse raised its front hooves and stood almost upright, and he was horrified: "Father, I'm going to fall." ”

"With my father here, I'm very afraid!"

As soon as the picture turned, his father was critically ill, and in front of the bed, his father looked at him dotingly, "Do you have the confidence to be a good emperor?" ”

"Yes!" He nodded heavily, his childish voice full of confidence.

Father smiled.

……

"Poof......!"

A warm liquid sprayed on his face, interrupting Zhu Qizhen's thoughts, and he opened his eyes, his eyes blood-red.

“@#￥%……”

The sound of fighting and screaming in one piece, stimulating his nerves, and the tremor from his soul made him tremble involuntarily.

He was humiliated to find that he was not brave at all, and he was afraid.

He has never been on the battlefield, and he has never even killed chickens, but he is deeply trapped in thousands of horses, how can he not be afraid?

Even more tragic is that not only did he not have the courage, but he also failed to be a good emperor.

It's been a few hours, and it's a great must; Nothing more.

Wiping his face, his vision became clear, the sparse Ming army soldiers were falling one by one, but the Tatar army was more and more, and there was little life.

Is this going to be the end of the day? Well... Doesn't seem to be bad...... Zhu Qizhen thought sadly.

After thinking about it, he was remorseful and unwilling, how could he just die like this, leaving such a mess for Daming, who could clean it up?

Is Da Ming dying?

Is Da Ming really going to die?

Endless remorse, his heart was like a knife, he couldn't breathe in pain, he died like this, he couldn't close his eyes when he died, how to explain when he went underground? óΠъ.oяＧ

Nope,

The foundation left by Taizu, Taizong, Renzong, and Xuanzong, the solid foundation laid is all gone!

After this battle, there will be no peace at the Ming border.

Now, Zhu Qizhen is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die, he doesn't dare to die, he wants to live, he wants to make up for it.

But is there still a chance?

Zhu Qizhen looked back at Li Qing, Li Qing's resolute eyes were full of murderous aura, and the spear in his hand rained down, every time he shot out, someone would fall under the horse.

He hasn't given up yet, I... How could I give up...... Zhu Qizhen pulled out the Son of Heaven Sword again.

If you want to kill the enemy,

However, he sadly found that there was no place for him at all.

Li Qing's spear is like a dragon, although there are many tartars, no one can get close to half a point in a short time.

Zhu Qizhen's face was full of bitterness: I am a useless person!

Leaning in front of Li Qing, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, back to the time when he rode a horse with his father in the past.

Their shoulders are not broad, but they all give him a sense of security, a strong sense of security, leaning on it, very down-to-earth, very reassuring......

"Bell Chang Chang~"

The sharp tip of the spear flew the scimitar, and then the spear shot away, directly penetrating the tartar, only to see Li Qing's five fingers closed, holding the end of the spear, pulling it out violently, bringing out a bright blood line, and then another sweep, several people were cut throats by the tip of the spear, and fell to the ground.

How can one man be brave...... Zhu Qizhen was shocked: It's inhuman!

Suddenly, Zhu Qizhen's body leaned forward suddenly.

"Sigh the law ......"

The galloping horse fell, tossing him high, and the next moment, a powerful hand grabbed his shoulder and slammed it away.

Zhu Qizhen only felt that he was flying, and when he looked down, the spear was bent into a semicircle, and then, a reaction force struck.

"Up!"

Li Qing snorted lightly, and carried him over the group of Tartars in front of him, and the landing point was excellent, which happened to be a relatively sparse place for the enemy army.

"Bang ——!"

As soon as he landed, Li Qing was a sweep.

'Click...... Burst! The blow was so hard that the spear was broken, and immediately the Tartar's chest collapsed, and the whole thing flew out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air, knocking down several people.

"Up!" With another shout, Zhu Qizhen got up from the ground, and when he woke up again, he was already sitting firmly on horseback.

"Qiang ——!"

The sword of the Son of Heaven came out of its sheath suddenly, and it was Li Qing who drew the sword this time.

Li Qing had a sword in his hand, but he did not kill the enemy, but made a move that Zhu Qizhen couldn't even think of when he was killed.

The cold blade of the sword pressed against his throat, and the next moment, an unfamiliar language sounded that shook his eardrums:

"The Great Tomorrow is here, whoever dares to take a step forward, Lao Tzu will kill him immediately!"

Li Qing's breath was melodious, and his voice came far away.

The nearby Tartars were stunned on the spot, but soon, their eyes changed from confused to hot and greedy.

O Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

Zhu Qizhen did not wear a dragon robe, but as a son of heaven, most of the clothes he wears on weekdays are mainly bright yellow, and he is no exception today.

The bright yellow clothes, although stained with blood, were not all dyed bright red, and they could still justify their original color.

“@#￥%……”

The leader of the Tartars roared loudly, chattering a lot, and Zhu Qizhen didn't understand a word.

But the next moment, he understood.

Nearby Tartars have stopped attacking!

It is simply ridiculous that the officials of the Ming Dynasty threatened the Tartars with the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but the reality is surprisingly effective.

What the Tatars want is a living emperor, it is useful to be alive, and it is useless to be dead, but it will become a disaster.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhu Qizhen understood the meaning of Li Qing's sentence "Your life is not used like this".

It was he who threatened the enemy with his life.

Only...... Outrageous!

What's even more outrageous is that it actually works.

Li Qing gasped for breath, after fighting for so long, he had almost exhausted his true qi and physical strength, and his state had declined greatly.

The decision must be made as soon as possible.

Rushing to the camp of the Ming army or in the opposite direction is a question.

At present, it is still far from the reinforcements, and it is almost impossible for Li Qing to rush over, especially now, when the Tatars learn the identity of Zhu Qizhen, they will not let him join the large army.

Taking a step back, even if they rush back, it is difficult to change the overall situation, because the casualties of the main force of the Ming army are too serious, and the formation is completely broken, even if they can go back, the less than 20,000 people will not be able to carry the Tatar iron cavalry.

Fight, the Ming army will definitely not be able to fight, and it will not be able to withdraw, the Tatars are all cavalry, how to run?

Li Qing rushed over, except for speeding up the destruction of the 18,000 people who supported him, there would be no change in the outcome, and Shi Heng and other Ming generals would never allow him to use the emperor's life as a threat.

The only way is to run in the opposite direction, that is, to the grassland, but in that case, it will be a matter of time before you are captured.

Li Qing was entangled, no matter how he chose, he was wrong.

Kill Zhu Qizhen?

He can't do it, not because he is soft-hearted, but because he is reluctant to give up this good situation.

As soon as Zhu Qizhen dies, what will happen to the court? What will happen to the vassal king?

Li Qing is really unwilling to bury the original good situation like this, Daming's basic plate is very stable, but I am afraid that some people will hold the psychology of following the dragon's merits, and each will support the heirs of the Zhu family, so that Daming will fall into endless internal friction.

Foreign enemies can still unite people's hearts, and internal strife will be more harmful.

All kinds of thoughts flashed, Li Qing quickly made a decision, turned the horse's head, and ran in the direction of the grassland.

When the Tatars were fighting in Datong, they ran out of arrows, but Li Qing didn't dare to be careless, he put Zhu Qizhen behind him as a shield, and shouted in Mongolian while running:

"Whoever dares to stop me can only get the corpse of the Ming Emperor!"

Li Qing really has no choice, the best choice at the moment is to take Zhu Qizhen to the grassland, so that at least he can rescue the Ming soldiers who are fighting fiercely.

Alas... Some can be saved!

"Don't attack, don't hurt the Ming Emperor......!" The Tartar in the back was even more nervous than Li Qing, for fear that Zhu Qizhen would be killed by mistake.

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