As Though Overlord Xiang Yu Had Returned! Frenziedly Collecting Attributes!

With a single draw of his bow, five Tatar lives were cut short.

The Treasure Eagle Bow came with armor-piercing properties. Let alone leather armor, even heavy armor could not withstand its might—much less with Zhu Ying wielding nearly a thousand jin of strength.

As Zhu Ying's bowstring thrummed and his arrows fell, that was the command.

"Kill!!"

Four thousand Ming Dynasty soldiers roared, brimming with killing intent.

The bows they had long held at the ready loosed their arrows through the air.

The entire sky seemed to freeze.

A rain of arrows shot toward the charging Tatar cavalry.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Before the sharp edge of those arrows, "Argh... Argh..."

many charging Tatar horsemen were pierced through by the arrow storm and toppled straight from their warhorses.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Tatar cavalrymen perished beneath the arrow rain of the Ming Army, which stood arrayed in full battle formation.

"Warriors of our tribe, fear not death!"

"Kill! Slaughter every last one of these damned Ming soldiers!"

"Leave none alive!"

"Anyone who dares retreat will be beheaded on the spot!"

"Men, shoot from horseback!"

The Tatar commanders howled madly from the rear, driving their men to charge the formation.

They rushed toward the Ming soldiers at high speed.

At the same time, they drew their bows and nocked their arrows.

Yet Zhu Ying did not panic in the slightest. He continued raising his bow, drawing arrows from the quiver on his back, and firing at blinding speed.

Every draw sent five arrows out in a row.

This was also something Zhu Ying had honed on the battlefield.

With every draw, the arrows tore through the air.

Five arrows instantly pierced the bodies of Tatar soldiers, killing them outright.

The Ming Dynasty soldiers around him did the same.

As long as Zhu Ying did not move, neither did they. They simply kept loosing arrows frantically at the charging Tatars.

"Killed a Tatar cavalryman. Collected 20 Strength."

"Killed a Tatar cavalryman. Collected 40 days of lifespan."

"Killed a Tatar cavalryman. Collected 20 Strength..."

The panel notifications continued without end as Zhu Ying fired arrow after arrow, slaughtering Tatars with abandon.

Not a single arrow missed.

He was like a sniper on the battlefield.

And at that very moment!

When the Tatar cavalry crossed the fifty-step mark—

"Kill!"

A storm of Tatar arrows came hurtling down.

"First Thousand-Household Battalion, charge the formation."

"The other Thousand-Household Battalions, keep firing."

Zhu Ying put away the Treasure Eagle Bow and shouted.

Then, gripping the Fine Steel Saber, he spurred his horse forward. His warhorse surged ahead.

Facing the rain of arrows falling from overhead, Zhu Ying swung his saber, effortlessly knocking the arrows aside.

"We swear to follow the garrison commander unto death!"

"Brothers, slaughter every last one of these barbarians!"

Zhang Wu let out a thunderous roar.

Leading the cavalry of the First Thousand-Household Battalion, he charged wildly after the figure of the Commander they guarded.

"Follow the Commander!"

"Kill!"

The Ming cavalry swept forward in a raid.

Even under the Tatars' hail of arrows, with many soldiers shot dead from their horses and many more wounded, they charged on without pause.

The warriors of the Ming Dynasty feared no war!

The Ming Army may be underpaid, but once fully paid, none could stand against them!

This was no empty boast.

The Ming Army of the Hongwu era had been the army that founded the nation, their combat strength the greatest in the Ming Dynasty.

Both sides exchanged volleys of arrows.

The armies rapidly closed in.

Yet under the arrows of three thousand soldiers, nearly a thousand Tatar cavalrymen had already been shot down. They had fought at leisure against a weary foe, formed their ranks in advance, and seized the initiative.

When the two armies collided!

Boom!

Weapons crashed together.

"Die!"

Zhu Ying swung his long blade in a sweeping slash.

The blade flashed past.

The four Tatar cavalrymen before him had no chance to resist. Even as they raised their swords to block, the edge cleaved straight through their weapons. Several heads were instantly sent flying into the air. Their warhorses continued charging, their bodies remained in the saddles, but their lives were already gone.

"Killed Tatar cavalryman. Picked up 20 Strength."

"Killed Tatar cavalryman. Picked up 20 Speed."

"Killed..."

Another barrage of prompts rang out.

Zhu Ying did not stop his slaughter.

His blade whirled as he charged straight into the enemy ranks ahead.

Every strike claimed the life of a Tatar cavalryman; every sweeping slash cut down several.

With his overwhelming strength and speed beyond that of ordinary men, Zhu Ying charged alone into the heart of the enemy formation. By himself, he seemed to become an army of thousands, unstoppable.

Wherever his lone horse passed, the legendary generals of the Three Kingdoms era, said to be able to fight ten thousand men alone, seemed to have come to life.

"Follow the Commander!"

"Kill!"

"The Commander's divine might!"

"Brothers, slaughter these damned barbarians!"

"Kill the Tatars!"

"The Commander's divine might..."

Seeing Zhu Ying's ferocity—his results in battle even more valiant and tangible than when he had charged into the Tatar tribe before—the soldiers under his command were filled with soaring morale. Following Zhu Ying, the entire army launched its attack and charged toward the Tatars.

This force of Tatar cavalry numbered around five or six thousand, considerably more than the troops under Zhu Ying's command. Yet from the moment the two armies clashed, under Zhu Ying's command, they were completely crushing these Tatar cavalrymen.

"Forward! Do not retreat!"

"Warriors of our tribe, kill!"

The Tatar commander roared, urging the soldiers under his command to charge.

But—

as the Ming Army charged in, the Tatars' original attacking formation had already fallen into disarray. At this moment, they could only defend passively.

"Found you."

As Zhu Ying slaughtered his way forward, he kept his eyes on the Tatar command banner.

When Zhu Ying charged alone into the Tatar rear and spotted the Tatar commander at a glance, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying charged forward with his war saber raised.

Where his lone horse passed, dozens of personal guards followed Zhu Ying into battle, unstoppable in their momentum.

"Damn Ming Army."

"Kill!"

The Tatar general's expression changed when he saw Zhu Ying charging toward him, but he had no path of retreat now. He could only grip his saber and charge at Zhu Ying head-on.

The moment the two met face-to-face—

Zhu Ying's blade came slashing down.

With a crunch—

"It's over."

The Tatar general's face drastically changed. The war saber in his hand snapped instantly, and he could only watch helplessly as Zhu Ying's war saber whistled toward him.

With another crunch—

A head hit the ground.

"Killed a Tatar commander of five thousand. Picked up 50 points in all attributes."

Zhu Ying raised his left hand, caught the Tatar general's falling head, and hung it from his waist.

Then he looked at the Tatar soldier behind him carrying the general's banner.

One slash.

Man and banner alike were cut down.

"Brothers!"

"The Tatar general has been slain by me!"

"Kill! Take no prisoners!" Zhu Ying roared.

His voice rang across the battlefield.

At the sound of it—

"The Garrison Commander's might is divine!"

"The Garrison Commander is a match for ten thousand!"

"The Garrison Commander is Xiang Yu reborn—none can stand against him!"

"We swear to follow the Garrison Commander unto death!"

"Brothers, kill!"

"Slaughter these damned barbarians!"

"Kill...!"

All the Ming Dynasty soldiers howled in wild excitement, brandishing their war sabers as they struck viciously at the Tatars.

"The general's been killed!"

"It's over."

"We've lost."

"The reinforcements still haven't arrived."

"Retreat... retreat!"

With the Tatar general and his banner cut down, the Tatar army's morale immediately collapsed. They had no will to fight left and began fleeing in panic.

Zhu Ying charged back into the fray, swinging his war saber and slaughtering the Tatars with mad abandon.

"Killed a Tatar cavalryman. Picked up 20 points of Strength."

"Killed a Tatar cavalryman. Picked up 20 points of Spirit."

"Killed a Tatar cavalryman. Picked up 50 days of lifespan."

"..."

"Total enemies killed exceeded 500. Reward: one ordinary treasure chest."

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