Slaughter Through the Tatars!!

"Tatars scout killed. Picked up 20 Strength."

"Tatars scout killed. Picked up 20 Speed."

"Tatars killed..."

Four notification chimes rang in quick succession.

Zhu Ying's Divine Archery showed its might.

Combined with his immense strength, the power of the Treasure Eagle Bow easily pierced through throats.

As Zhu Ying made his move, the many Ming Dynasty soldiers behind him did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Kill!"

"Kill every last Tatar!"

"Kill!"

Their roars instantly echoed through this Tatar Northern Tribe.

At the same time, the four thousand cavalrymen charged, drew their bows, raised them high, and loosed their arrows at the foreign tribe ahead.

Under the cover of night, a storm of arrows flew.

Thousands of killing streaks rained down upon the Tatar tribe.

Many Tatars lay asleep in their tents. Before they could react in their dreams, searing pain struck them—arrows pierced their bodies, killing them on the spot.

As the Ming Dynasty cavalry charged forward, they drew their bows madly and fired without pause.

Arrows poured down like rain.

The Tatar soldiers stationed in the watchtowers and throughout the tribe were baptized by the arrow storm.

"Enemy attack!"

"The Ming Army is attacking!"

"Quick... quickly report to the Commander of Ten Thousand..."

"Fire arrows! Hurry and stop them..."

On the watchtowers, many Tatar sentries frantically rang the small bells.

The sound swiftly spread throughout the entire tribe.

It was accompanied by their panicked cries.

The Jianzhou Tatars had always lived along the northeastern border of the Ming Dynasty. Though they were attached to the Yuan Court, there had never been war between them. Especially for tribes situated at the heart of their territory, an enemy attack was almost unheard of.

The Ming Dynasty's attack today truly threw them into panic.

"Not good!"

"The Ming Army didn't attack from the Southern Tribe—they circled around to our Northern Tribe!"

"Gather the troops at once! Report to General Agunu immediately!"

The Tatar general left behind to guard the tribe shouted urgently.

Amid the chaos, the Tatar soldiers in the tribe were roused from sleep and rapidly assembled.

The entire tribe instantly descended into disorder.

Many Tatar soldiers gathered before the tribe, drew their bows, and fired into the night beyond the camp, shooting even though they could not see anyone.

Their defenses were utterly pitiful.

"Soldiers, follow me and kill!"

Zhu Ying took the lead, Fine Steel Saber in hand and gripped in his right. His eyes were fixed on the front.

A barrage of arrows came flying from within. With a sweep of his Fine Steel Saber, he swiftly cut them down.

When he neared the main gate of the Tatar tribe, the wooden gates were tightly shut, with many cheval de frise blocking the way.

"Break!"

Zhu Ying swung his saber.

Even beneath the night sky, the blade flashed under Zhu Ying's immense strength.

A series of shattering sounds rang out.

The blade flashed past.

The cheval de frise before him was instantly cleaved apart. His warhorse charged onward, reaching the camp gate before him.

Several dozen Tartar soldiers held fast at the gate, determined to block the Ming Dynasty army's advance.

Zhu Ying's gaze sharpened as he neared the camp gate.

"Frenzied Dance Saber Technique."

Gripping his saber in his right hand, he slashed fiercely at the gate.

It looked like a single strike.

Yet the blade light was razor-sharp.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen slashes flew forth.

In but an instant—

BOOM!

The massive camp gate exploded into more than a dozen pieces.

"Argh!"

The Tartar soldiers behind it were blasted to the ground by the force.

"Slash!"

Zhu Ying spurred his horse forward.

The Fine Steel Saber came down once more.

Blade light rose and fell.

Several Tartars were beheaded, their heads severed from their bodies.

"Killed a Tartar infantryman. Picked up 20 points of stamina."

"Killed a Tartar infantryman. Picked up 20 points of strength..."

A string of notifications rang out.

Zhu Ying kept swinging, cutting down his enemies without pause.

With the boost of more than six hundred jin of strength, every slash carried irresistible force, gusting winds howling in its wake.

Wherever his blade passed, the Tartar soldiers before him were like ants—flesh shattered, corpses strewn everywhere. Even when the edge failed to strike them, the sheer force behind the flat of the blade brutally shook them to death.

With one slash, several Tartars fell.

Valiant and invincible.

"Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Follow me and slaughter the enemy to the last!"

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying raised his bloodstained saber and roared.

His voice boomed like thunder beneath the night sky.

At that moment, the fifty personal guards behind Zhu Ying lit their torches, serving as guiding lights for the four thousand soldiers.

"Follow the Commandant!"

"Kill!"

Wei Quan, Zhuang Wei, and the other thousand commanders roared.

"Follow the Commandant—kill!!"

Four thousand Ming Dynasty soldiers roared, gripping their sabers and spears tight.

From their previously scattered formation, they gradually gathered into a long dragon, following their Commandant as they charged into the Tartar tribe.

Zhu Ying had torn open the main gate, and Ming cavalry streamed through the breach.

"Kill! Kill!"

"Slaughter the Tartars..."

Countless Ming soldiers roared, killing every Tartar they saw.

Soldier or civilian, it made no difference.

That was Zhu Ying's military order.

Once they charged into the tribe, everyone was an enemy—under the cover of night, how could they tell otherwise?

So long as they were Tartars, they would be killed.

That was the battlefield.

It was cruel in exactly this way.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying, too, swung his blade madly.

He cut down one Tatar after another.

As his attributes rapidly rose, Zhu Ying grew braver and fiercer with every battle.

As they charged into the tribe, perhaps the soldiers under Zhu Ying's command had not noticed it, but after following him into the tribe, their stamina, combat strength, and morale had all reached greater heights. Their fighting power was stronger, and even deep within enemy territory, they felt no fear whatsoever.

This was the effect brought by Zhu Ying's Authority Seal.

It commanded those under him, steadily increasing their combat strength, morale, and endurance—and endurance was physical stamina.

As the Ming Dynasty cavalry charged in, the entire foreign tribe was filled with shouts of battle, slaughter, and screams.

Blue Banner Lord Tribe.

"Report!"

"Reporting to the general!"

"Disaster!"

"An urgent report has arrived from the Northern Tribe. The Ming Army has attacked our tribe. They request that you swiftly send troops to reinforce them!"

A Tatar messenger bearing urgent news rushed outside Agunu's tent and reported loudly.

Inside the tent, Agunu was riding hard, reveling in himself.

The sudden shout brought him to an abrupt halt.

Though furious, upon hearing that the Ming Army was attacking, Agunu did not dare delay. He could only suppress his rage and burning desire, quickly lower his lance, and head outside the tent.

"What happened?"

Agunu asked coldly.

"General."

"The Ming Army has launched a surprise attack on the Northern Tribe."

The messenger knelt on the ground and reported.

"How could they attack our Northern Tribe? That is the heartland of our people. Are they not afraid of falling into an encirclement?" Agunu wore a thoughtful expression, utterly unable to understand.

For he had already concluded that

if the Ming Army were to attack, they would certainly begin with the Southern Tribe. For that reason, he had stationed heavy forces at the Southern Tribe, while troops had also been deployed to the east and west.

Once the Ming Army attacked the Southern Tribe, all three tribes could send reinforcements at any time.

"What exactly is the Ming Army's intention?"

"Are they deliberately trying to draw our attention?" Agunu pondered deeply, clearly unable to see through what the Ming Army intended this time.

"Men!"

"Immediately dispatch five thousand troops to reinforce the Northern Tribe." After thinking it over, Agunu gave the order.

But at that moment!

"Report!"

"Reporting to the general!"

"The Southern Tribe is under attack by the Ming Army!"

Another messenger bearing urgent news hurried over to report.

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