Slay Aha Chu! Zhu Ying: Those Who Offend Great Ming's Heavenly Might Shall Be Slain!

After the thunder of ten thousand galloping horses.

Zhu Ying led three thousand Great Ming cavalry charging in.

When he saw the tightly packed shield formation ahead and heard the shouting all around him, even amid such clamor, Zhu Ying caught one crucial detail.

"The Tartar chieftain is here."

Zhu Ying's eyes lit up.

Hearing the surrounding Tatars shouting for the chieftain's protection, how could Zhu Ying not understand?

The greatest merit in this raid on the camp was within reach.

With that thought, Zhu Ying swept his gaze around.

He immediately spotted several hundred Tartar guards ahead, holding torches and raising shields. At their very center stood the only man not clad in leather armor but in fur, looking utterly shaken. One glance was enough to tell that he was the Tartar chieftain.

"Brothers!"

"Kill every Tartar!"

Zhu Ying bellowed and spurred his horse straight ahead.

The Fine Steel Saber in his hand was already poised to strike.

"Quick, kill him!"

Watching Zhu Ying charge toward him, Aha Chu cried out in terror.

The Tartar guards at the front immediately rushed at Zhu Ying with long spears in hand.

Several spears stabbed straight toward Zhu Ying.

Long spears countered cavalry.

It was clear just how much this Tartar tribe feared Zhu Ying like a ferocious tiger—even their guards had been equipped with long spears.

Facing these charging Tartar spearmen, Zhu Ying felt no fear at all. In his eyes, their charge seemed to move in slow motion.

"Die!"

Zhu Ying casually slashed, and the blade flashed with a cold gleam beneath the night sky.

With one slash, saber light tore through the air.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The Tartar soldiers before him wailed as six or seven heads shot into the air, their headless bodies flying backward as well.

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

Killed a Tartar soldier. Picked up 10 points of Internal Breath. Picked up 15 days of lifespan.

Killed a Tartar soldier...

The panel notifications continued without end.

Zhu Ying's warhorse charged on without stopping.

Looking at the several hundred Tartar soldiers before him, his eyes brimming with killing intent, he licked his lips and fixed his gaze on Aha Chu, sheltered behind them. These were all his prey.

Beneath the night sky, Aha Chu seemed to sense Zhu Ying's bloodthirsty killing intent as well, and his whole body trembled.

"Get up there! Kill him!"

"Kill him for this chieftain!" Aha Chu roared, pointing at Zhu Ying.

"Attack!"

"Kill!"

Several hundred guards around Aha Chu gripped their weapons and charged toward Zhu Ying and the Great Ming cavalry.

Yet at this moment, on their tribe's home ground, where their tribal seat lay, offense and defense had changed hands.

Zhu Ying charged out first.

His personal guards followed close behind, while thousands of Great Ming soldiers surged forward to attack.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying bellowed.

Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, the long saber in his hand slashed out madly.

"Frenzied Dance Saber Technique."

Blade light flickered beneath the night sky.

With a single slash, at Zhu Ying's incredible speed, one slash became more than a dozen.

The dozen or so Tatar soldiers charging at him were almost instantly swallowed by the blade light.

"Argh... Argh..."

Screams rang out one after another.

More than a dozen Tatar soldiers fell before him, struggling to death in pools of blood.

"Kill a Tatar soldier. Pick up 10 points of Internal Breath..."

The notifications from the panel did not cease.

Meanwhile, the war saber in Zhu Ying's hand never stopped swinging.

His warhorse charged ahead.

His war saber swept out.

One Tatar soldier after another was cut down.

Zhu Ying was like a killing god descended upon the mortal world—unstoppable, fierce, and invincible.

In such close-quarters combat, in this great battle of cold weapons, Zhu Ying could be called a match for a thousand men.

As Zhu Ying charged and slaughtered his way forward, the soldiers behind him did not hesitate either. Zhu Ying's personal guards in particular wore anxious expressions; they could only spur their horses after him as fast as they could, swinging their war sabers to cut down the enemy.

As Zhu Ying's personal guards, they greatly admired their lord's unmatched ferocity and valor, but they were also utterly miserable. Every time Zhu Ying charged into battle, they could never catch up. Their lord was simply too fierce—perhaps he did not need their protection at all.

"Follow the Garrison Commander!"

"Kill!"

"Kill every one of these damned Tatars!"

"Kill..."

Wei Quan, Luo Hua, and three other Thousand-Household Commanders, along with Zhang Wu, a Deputy Battalion Commander—the four roared as they charged forward with their troops like Zhu Ying, wildly swinging their blades and killing every Tatar soldier they saw.

A feast of slaughter.

Several hundred Tatars faced several thousand Ming Dynasty cavalrymen, and their numbers immediately plummeted.

Zhu Ying was the first to carve his way through the Tatars.

He was now only a few zhang away from Aha Chu.

When Aha Chu saw Zhu Ying charging at him with saber in hand, he gripped his war saber tightly, terror rising in his eyes as he wavered between fighting and fleeing.

But seeing how fiercely Zhu Ying fought, cutting down the soldiers under his command as easily as slicing melons and vegetables, filled his heart with fear.

No one was unafraid of death, and he, as the chief of a tribe, was no exception.

In almost an instant, Aha Chu seized his reins, hurriedly turned his horse around, and tried to flee.

"Trying to run?"

"You're this old man's military merit."

"If I let you escape, how am I supposed to get promoted?"

Zhu Ying sneered.

He suddenly slapped his horse.

The warhorse let out a neigh and charged forward at full speed.

As though he sensed the killing intent behind him, Aha Chu's expression changed drastically. When he looked back, Zhu Ying had already raised his war saber and was slashing toward him at terrifying speed.

"No!"

Aha Chu cried out in despair.

The next instant, the blade fell.

With a crunch, Aha Chu's final awareness spun heaven and earth around him as his head was severed cleanly.

Zhu Ying raised a hand and caught Aha Chu's head directly. An ordinary person would avoid such a bloody head at all costs, but Zhu Ying was already completely used to it. He simply hung it from his waist—this was solid military merit.

He had stormed the Tatar tribal court and beheaded its chieftain.

Although the Jianzhou Tatars were merely a small tribe, with a population of only around a million, they were still a people. Such a feat might not compare to the great merit of truly crushing a foreign race and achieving Fenglangjuxu, but for Zhu Ying to accomplish such a feat at his age and with such meager forces was enough to rouse the entire Ming Dynasty.

"Kill Jianzhou Tatar chieftain Aha Chu. Collect 200 points to all attributes. Reward: one Tier 1 treasure chest."

With Aha Chu successfully slain, a notification sounded from the panel, and the rewards were issued at once.

Zhu Ying looked at the Tatar soldiers around him, who had nearly all been slaughtered, as well as the Tatar civilians fleeing in every direction.

Zhu Ying raised his War Saber and let out a thunderous roar, channeling Internal Breath into his throat. His voice boomed like thunder beneath the night sky.

"Today."

"I, Zhu Ying, have slain the chieftain of you Jianzhou Tatars, to avenge your invasion of Great Ming's territory."

"Those who offend the heavenly might of Great Ming—be slain."

Zhu Ying roared majestically.

His voice spread in all directions.

It reached the ears of countless panicked Tatars.

Upon hearing Zhu Ying's words, the morale of the Tatars fleeing everywhere was utterly shattered.

"The chieftain is dead."

"Zhu Ying, a Ming Army general—he killed the chieftain."

"The chieftain is dead."

"Our tribe is finished..."

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