Slay Naha Chu! Zhu Ying Seizes the Greatest War Merit! Memorial to the Emperor! Commander Is a Foregone Conclusion!

"Warriors of Great Yuan!"

Naha Chu tore his throat raw as he roared, "Fight the Ming Army to the bitter end! Kill!"

His roar was like thunder exploding from flat ground, rolling through the skies before the Grand Commandant's residence.

"Kill!"

"Great Yuan shall endure!"

"Kill..."

In an instant.

More than six thousand Yuan soldiers before the residence answered in unison. Their shouts merged like surging waves, carrying a resolve to die as they charged fiercely toward the Ming Army surrounding them from three sides.

Their faces twisted with fury and determination, while the weapons clenched in their hands gleamed coldly, as if declaring their resolve to defend Great Yuan's glory unto death!

"Leave none alive!"

A cold gleam flashed through Zhu Ying's eyes as he spat out those words. His War Saber swept out sharply, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the gloomy sky.

In an instant!

The Ming Army archers, who had long been standing ready in their positions, drew their bowstrings in perfect unison like well-trained machines.

In an instant!

Ten Thousand Arrows Fired! Dense volleys of feathered arrows shot mercilessly toward the Yuan soldiers ahead, like soul-reaping demons blotting out the sky.

The air filled with sharp whistles, followed by dull impacts of arrows piercing armor and flesh. Yuan soldiers fell one after another beneath the torrential arrow rain, their bodies pierced through as blood gushed like springs, instantly staining the earth beneath them a shocking dark red. They collapsed into pools of blood that gradually gathered together.

The chaotic arrows poured down without end, and the rhythm of slaughter grew ever more frantic.

Though Zhu Ying saw that the Yuan Army had suffered grievous losses, they still pressed forward fearlessly. He abruptly raised a hand, his voice low but powerful. "Spearmen, kill with me!"