Ten Thousand Horses Charge, the Terrified Aha Chu!

This time, the camp assault!

It was unprecedented.

Zhu Ying had only a little over three thousand men under his command, yet beneath the thunder of ten thousand galloping horses, they charged forth with the momentum of an army tens of thousands strong.

"Brothers!"

"Loose arrows!"

Zhu Ying bellowed.

Treasure Eagle Bow in hand.

He raised it high.

And shot toward the Tatar tribal encampment.

"Kill!!"

The battle cries soared into the heavens.

Countless stray arrows rose through the air alongside the cries, raining down upon the Tatar tribal encampment.

Beneath the night curtain.

Countless Tatars within the encampment fled before the stampede of ten thousand horses, while killing intent filled the darkness.

Arrows fell like rain.

"Ah... Ah..."

Many fleeing Tatars were killed by the arrows before they had any chance to react.

The Tatar soldiers, faced with this charging formation, could only suffer in silence. Their hastily formed defenses were scattered by the stampede, and countless Tatars were trampled and crushed to death.

Zhu Ying led his soldiers into the Tatar tribal encampment.

Charging forward in the wake of the stampeding horses.

Compared with the previous camp assaults, this one had become far easier.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying roared.

Watching the Tatars flee in every direction, he swung his war saber down madly.

With every slash, one Tatar—or even several—fell dead.

Killed a Tatar soldier. Picked up 10 points of Internal Breath, 10 days of lifespan.

Killed a Tatar soldier. Picked up 10 points of Strength, 15 days of lifespan.

Killed a Tatar soldier...

The panel notifications rang out without pause.

As all of Zhu Ying's attributes had surpassed one thousand, the attributes he could pick up from killing enemies had decreased. However, he had gained a different attribute bonus: lifespan had become separate from the attributes gained through killing, and each enemy killed allowed him to pick up a certain amount of lifespan.

"Brothers!"

"The old rule still stands—don't get bogged down in battle. Charge straight for the Tatar tribal encampment's main tent!"

"If we slaughter a few Tatar officials and kill their leader, that will be true great merit!" Zhu Ying howled.

Behind the stampede of ten thousand horses.

Zhu Ying still led the charge.

His three thousand soldiers followed behind him, charging and killing as they always had.

Of course.

The greatest weapon in this attack was still the stampede of ten thousand horses driven forth by the Ming Dynasty soldiers.

The terrified warhorses crashed forward like wild beasts—let alone ten thousand of them.

The horses charged into the Tatar tribal encampment, rampaging freely, bringing slaughter comparable to the massacre of an army of ten thousand.

The entire tribal encampment was a scene of misery and devastation, filled without end by wails and screams.

Within the tribal encampment!

The chieftain's tent.

"What is it?"

Aha Chu jolted awake from his bed and stared outside the tent, his face filled with terror.

With such tremendous noise.

Such a tremendous commotion.

There was no way Aha Chu could fail to hear it.

"Chieftain!"

"The Ming Army has attacked our tribal encampment."

"Please make the decision, Chieftain."

A chieftain's guard hurried to the outside of the tent and reported loudly.

"How is that possible?"

"Weren't they at a tribe dozens of li away?"

"Why have they suddenly appeared at our tribal grounds?"

Aha Chu's expression was also somewhat panicked.

At present, ninety-five percent of his tribe's forces had been deployed by Agunu to encircle and eliminate Zhu Ying, dozens of li away. They were all infantry. To ensure Agunu could complete the encirclement, Aha Chu had even handed his last two thousand personal guard cavalrymen over to Agunu.

Now, there were only five or six thousand armored soldiers left at the tribal grounds. How could they hold them off?

"Chieftain."

"The Ming Army... the Ming Army has come charging with ten thousand horses."

"Their forces may exceed ten thousand men."

"Please withdraw at once, Chieftain, or it will be too late."

the guard cried loudly.

"Their forces exceed ten thousand?"

Aha Chu's expression changed drastically. "Didn't Agunu say the Ming Army had only several thousand men in total? How could they have ten thousand?"

"The Ming Army attacking our tribal grounds this time definitely numbers over ten thousand, perhaps even more."

"Please withdraw at once, Chieftain," the guard shouted.

"Agunu, you have led me astray."

Aha Chu cursed furiously.

He hurriedly rose to his feet, grabbed his saber, and ran out of the tent.

"Retreat! Gather all the personal guards and retreat!" How could Aha Chu dare linger? He immediately shouted.

But at this moment, against the Ming Army empowered by the charge of ten thousand horses, it seemed he no longer had time to flee.

Wherever the ten thousand horses thundered past, there was nothing but ruin and devastation.

The tents of this Tartar tribe had not a single brick or stone in their construction. They simply could not withstand the impact of ten thousand charging horses.

Before that formation of galloping horses, there were no obstacles in their path. Zhu Ying led his soldiers forward, sabers in hand, hacking down the panicked Tartars.

"Set fires!"

"Destroy whatever can be destroyed!"

Zhu Ying roared.

"We obey the Defender's command!"

Countless soldiers behind Zhu Ying answered in unison.

Then many soldiers took out the fire starters they had prepared long ago, opened them, and tossed them at the tents throughout the Tartar tribal grounds.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky throughout the Tartar tribal grounds.

Just like the Tartar Blue Banner Tribe that Zhu Ying had once led his army to crush.

Zhu Ying charged and slaughtered with his army as he killed enemies and set fires.

He truly had no scruples whatsoever.

Outside the main tent of the tribal grounds, Aha Chu ran out in a bedraggled state. Several thousand personal guards had already gathered outside.

This was also the last force left behind to defend the tribal grounds. The others had likely already been scattered by the Ming Army's warhorses.

"Chieftain."

"Your subordinate has prepared a horse. Please mount at once, Chieftain, and withdraw quickly."

The leading commander of a thousand personal guards shouted.

Without another word, Aha Chu strode swiftly toward the warhorse.

But all of a sudden!

Thud! Thud.

Thud-thud-thud.

The sound of countless pounding hooves and charging bodies came crashing toward them.

Aha Chu looked toward the sound in panic, and his face changed drastically. "Defend! Quickly!"

"Fire the arrows!"

Before their eyes!

Countless warhorses, as if possessed by madness, came charging wildly toward them.

Faced with this formation, the several thousand Tatar guards around them raised their spears and formed a defensive ring around Aha Chu.

At the same time, they swiftly loosed arrows at the charging warhorses.

Though their formation of several thousand men looked imposing, against the stampede of ten thousand horses, the obstruction they provided was negligible.

With Zhu Ying and several thousand Ming Dynasty soldiers driving them from behind with all their might, these riderless warhorses had no choice but to charge forward, plunging ahead without regard for anything.

"Ah... ah..."

"We can't hold them back!"

"Protect the chieftain!"

"Raise the shields..."

"Bring the torches!"

"Hurry..."

Under the impact of countless warhorses, the area around the tribal court became a scene of utter devastation. Countless Tatar soldiers were flung away in an instant or trampled to death beneath hooves.

Their defense of several thousand men before the stampede of ten thousand horses was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

When the ten thousand horses thundered past, cries of agony rang out without end.

Countless Tatar soldiers lay on the ground, struggling in pain, yet the horses continued to thunder on, still charging madly.

They trampled over them.

By Aha Chu's side, fewer than a few hundred soldiers remained, holding up shields and using torches to ward off the horses. They barely managed to protect his life amid the raging stampede.

After all, whether warhorses or wild beasts, they still feared fire to some extent.

However, although they had barely endured and escaped the impact of the ten-thousand-horse stampede, after the stampede had passed, their true crisis had arrived.

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