Through the battlefield raging ahead and the chaotic scene, Lan Yu saw many red-armored cavalrymen ahead, slaughtering the Yuan Army with wild ferocity. Every one of them was exceptionally valiant, and Yuan soldiers fell beneath their onslaught one after another.
And at the very front was a man radiating imposing might. He had just lowered his bow, drawn his saber, and charged into battle.
"Zhu Ying!"
"It's him."
Though this was his first time seeing Zhu Ying, Lan Yu recognized him at a glance.
News from the army had already spread word of Zhu Ying, along with Zhu Ying's weapons and his bow.
They had become a topic of conversation throughout the army.
No matter how unwilling he was, the state of the battle was now clear.
Harazhang had been shot dead by Zhu Ying with a single arrow.
"Damn it."
"Why did he come to Kaiyuan?"
"Harazhang, that was supposed to be my military merit."
Lan Yu felt no joy at the death of the enemy commander. Instead, rage welled up within him.
It was like a slab of fat already in his mouth being snatched away by someone else.
For the entire army, Zhu Ying leading his troops to breach the city was a great merit, reducing the casualties of countless Ming Dynasty soldiers. But to Lan Yu, it was plainly stealing his credit.
"Listen, Yuan soldiers!"
"Your commander has already been shot dead by me, Zhu Ying! Those who lay down their weapons and surrender shall be spared!"
"Those who stubbornly resist shall be killed without mercy!"
Zhu Ying shouted as he charged and slaughtered.
His saber swept out.
Every stroke was fatal to an enemy.
He cut them down like melons and vegetables.
Like a god of slaughter.
Wherever man and horse passed, there was a