After a long while.
The court officials within Fengtian Hall all looked at one another.
Zhu Ying.
This was the third time they had heard this name.
The first time, he had cut down a hundred men and slain enemy generals and standard-bearers.
The second time, he had annihilated ten thousand Tatar cavalrymen, crippling the Tatars' cavalry.
And this time was even more astonishing. He had actually slain the Tatar chieftain himself and breached the Tatar tribal seat.
Every time his name appeared, the battle results were enough to shake the court.
"Could this man truly be the Marquis of Victory reborn?"
"With just several thousand cavalry, he actually beat the Tatars into such a miserable state? Dealt them such a crushing blow?"
"He charged into the Tatar tribal seat and slew their leader. Those are no small achievements indeed."
"Though these Tatars are a small tribe with a population of barely a million, they still command tens of thousands of troops. Yet Zhu Ying led only several thousand cavalry and drove them to this state."
"This lad will win even greater favor from His Majesty and the Crown Prince."
Throughout the court.
Everyone understood the weight of Zhu Ying's achievements.
Though they could not compare to how the Marquis of Victory, Huo Qubing, had once stormed into the Xiongnu court and sealed Fenglangjuxu.
These results were still an enormous display of the Ming Dynasty's military might, enough to rouse the morale of the entire army.
Even Zhu Biao, upon hearing of these achievements, had surprise and admiration rise on his valiant face.
"Good, good, good!"
"Zhu Ying!"
"He is worthy of being a battle-hardened general of our Ming Dynasty. He has truly displayed the bearing of a Ming general upon this Northern Frontier, the bearing of a son