Slaughtering Through, Massacring Countless!

Upon hearing the report.

Agunu, who had just ordered reinforcements to the Northern Tribe, changed expression.

"Wait, do not pass on the order."

Agunu immediately stopped the general who was preparing to mobilize troops to aid them.

"General, why?" the Tatar general asked in confusion.

"At first, I could not understand why the Ming Army would attack from the Northern Tribe. After all, that is the heartland of our people. Once discovered, we need only dispatch sufficient troops to surround and annihilate them, leaving them nowhere to flee."

"But now I understand."

"The Ming Army attacking our Northern Tribe is bait, a feint."

"The Ming Army's true aim is to concentrate their forces and attack our Southern Tribe." Agunu looked as though he had suddenly seen the light, as if he had seen through the Ming Army's scheme.

"Then, General, what should we do?"

Several Tatar generals waiting nearby asked respectfully.

"Send more troops to defend the Southern Tribe." Agunu did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Yes."

The Tatar generals each led their troops away, swiftly withdrawing.

"Ming Army."

"I, Agunu, am the warrior most trusted by the chieftain. You wanted to lure me into reinforcing the Northern Tribe, then commit greater forces to attack the south. A fine plan—but in the end, I saw through it."

"Though our people have suffered a few minor losses at the hands of your Ming Army, compared to Great Yuan destroying your Ming Kingdom, they are merely insignificant casualties."

"Once Great Yuan breaches Daning of your Ming Kingdom, our people can also raise arms in full force, charge into the Central Plains, and seize everything your Ming Kingdom possesses."

Greed welled up in Agunu's eyes.

The scene returned!

The Tatars' Northern Tribe.

This tribe had no fewer than twenty or thirty thousand people. It was no small tribe.

At this moment, Zhu Ying was still charging and killing like mad. Ever since he had stormed into the tribe, the war saber in his hand had not stopped swinging.

Whenever he saw a Tatar, he brought it down in a slash, without a shred of mercy.

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

"Killed a Tatar infantryman. Picked up 40 days of lifespan."

...

"Host's all attributes have surpassed 600 points. Reward: one ordinary treasure chest."

The panel displayed its prompt.

In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn after charging in, Zhu Ying had already slain an unknown number of Tatars, and all his attributes had risen directly.

The instant his attributes advanced, it was as though he had leveled up. The sublimation of every attribute swept away all his exhaustion.

"Brothers!"

"Burn this Tatar tribe to the ground!"

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying bellowed.

His war saber danced as he slaughtered wildly.

As long as they were Tatars, he killed them.

The attributes he picked up also made Zhu Ying feel invigorated from head to toe.

Behind Zhu Ying.

In the darkness of night, dozens of torches blazed brightly. Several thousand Ming Dynasty soldiers used those torches as their guide, charging and killing with mad abandon.

Hearing Zhu Ying's command.

Many of the personal guards hesitated not at all. They lit the torches and fire starters they carried once more and hurled them at the tents of the Tatar tribe.

In the blink of an eye.

Roaring flames surged throughout the Tatar tribe.

"Where are the warriors of our people?"

"Why have they not come out to fight?"

"Damn Ming Kingdom people..."

"Spare us..."

The Tatars within the tribe cried out in terror, wanting their warriors to save them. Yet beneath this slaughter of the camp assault, every one of their cries only spurred the Ming Dynasty soldiers on.

Slaughter.

Mad slaughter!

The Ming Dynasty cavalry were like a long dragon of slaughter, charging and killing wildly through the tribe.

Zhu Ying was like the dragon's head. Wherever his blade swept, countless Tatars fell beneath it.

War cries and screams.

The furious roar of raging flames.

They tore apart the stillness beneath the night sky.

The Tatars' Northern Tribe was thrown into utter chaos by Zhu Ying's army. Countless were slaughtered, corpses strewn across the ground.

Blue Banner Tribe.

"General."

"Something is not right."

"The Ming Army at the Southern Tribe only tested us. They loosed a few arrows and then withdrew without attacking at all. I do not know what they intend." A Tatar commander respectfully reported to Agunu.

Agunu looked perplexed. "What exactly is the Ming Army trying to do?"

"Report!"

"The Northern Tribe requests aid."

"The Ming Army has breached the tribe. Our people are being slaughtered by the Ming Army, and blood is flowing like a river."

"General, please make a decision."

A Tatar messenger from the Northern Tribe came before Agunu and spoke mournfully.

"What?"

Agunu's expression changed.

"Have I fallen for their scheme?"

"The Ming Army never intended to attack my Southern Tribe—they were aiming for the north?" Agunu thought in alarm.

"Quick!"

"Mobilize the troops at once. Follow me to reinforce the Northern Tribe."

Agunu realized something was wrong.

He immediately gave the order.

He himself ran straight for his warhorse and swung into the saddle.

Time flashed by!

The night gradually receded, and dawn began to break.

When Agunu led his army to the Northern Tribe, his expression turned incomparably grim.

Burning tents were everywhere, corpses were everywhere, and wailing people were everywhere.

The entire tribe seemed to have been destroyed.

"Ming Kingdom bastards, how dare you!"

Fury surged in Agunu's eyes. His voice was hoarse, brimming with hatred.

"General."

"The Ming Army raided our tribe under cover of night."

"The tribe has suffered grievous losses. More than ten thousand of our people are dead."

A Tatar commander reported to Agunu with a bitter expression.

"How many Ming soldiers attacked last night?" Agunu asked through gritted teeth.

"I... I do not know."

"The moment the Ming Army entered the tribe, they simply killed. They were like a long dragon."

"We could not stop them at all." The Tatar commander left behind to defend the tribe replied in panic.

"Though the Northern Tribe had only several thousand soldiers, you mean to say you did not leave behind even a single Ming soldier?" Agunu asked coldly.

"I... I..."

The Tatar commander was terrified beyond measure and did not know what to say.

The Ming Army's attack had come too swiftly, and the tribe had been lax in its defenses. Once the camp was breached, everyone had panicked, unable to organize any meaningful resistance.

That was the consequence of having no defenses against a camp raid.

"Pursue them."

"Nu'alin."

"Chase them down for me."

"Hack these Ming soldiers to pieces."

"They've plunged deep into our tribal heartland. They can't escape."

"Catch up to them while it's still daylight," Agunu roared.

"Yes."

A Tatar general answered at once.

He immediately led his troops in pursuit along the direction the Ming Army had fled.

"Ming Army, Ming Kingdom."

"I will make you pay blood for blood," Agunu cursed through gritted teeth.

Looking at the tribe's devastated ruin, with nearly half the entire tribe reduced to ashes, how could he not hate them?

More than twenty li away from the Northern Tribe, on the Northern Frontier.

It was still within the territory of the Jianzhou Tatars.

"Stop."

Zhu Ying raised a hand.

Reining in his warhorse.

"Stop."

The thousand-household commanders gave the order in turn, and the several thousand Ming Army cavalrymen on forced march came to a halt.

Looking at them now.

Every one of them had bloodstained armor and bloodstained weapons.

Like an army that had slaughtered its way out of the netherworld.

"Count our numbers."

Zhu Ying turned his horse around and shouted.

"Take count by hundred-household units."

"Report immediately."

The thousand-household commanders also shouted at once.

Then.

The headcount began.