Grandpa Don't Be Afraid, Your Grandson Is Here to Save You!

On the snowy plains less than thirty li from the main peak of Great Snow Mountain.

Zhu Zhanjun reined in his Wuzhui Horse, which snorted and exhaled a puff of hot white air.

Three thousand Great Snow Dragon Riders formed a massive, silent square formation behind him.

The wind and snow fell on their dark armor, melting instantly before quickly freezing into a thin layer of ice.

A scout responsible for reconnaissance appeared beside Zhu Zhanjun and knelt on one knee. "Your Highness, ahead is Arutai's main encirclement."

"They've divided into five large camps, mutually supporting each other, trapping the Great Ming main force tightly in the valley."

"Our position is directly opposite their right flank's rear, which is also the weakest point."

Zhu Zhanjun remained silent. Before his eyes floated a real-time 3D map emitting a faint blue light, visible only to him.

This was the battlefield situation analysis function that came with the Imperial Army Summoning System.

On the map, red dots representing enemy forces were dense, forming a huge circle that completely surrounded a small cluster of yellow dots representing the Great Ming army in the valley, which had already dimmed.

And in the center of that cluster of yellow dots, a single, dazzling golden dot was moving slowly.

[Target Individual: Zhu Di. Vital Signs: Weak. Status: Preparing to break out.]

[System Analysis: Breakout direction is due east, target is Arutai's golden tent. Success rate: 0.01%. Estimated contact with enemy vanguard in half an hour, annihilation of the entire army within the time it takes an incense stick to burn.]

Seeing the analysis results provided by the System, Zhu Zhanjun's heart sank.

His cheap grandfather was indeed a ruthless man.

Even at such a desperate point, instead of thinking about how to escape, he was actually planning to fight the enemy commander head-on.

Such a suicidal attack would have no meaning other than to display the last bit of courage of the Great Ming army.

"Can't wait any longer."

Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath, the cynicism in his eyes completely disappearing, replaced by a cold killing intent.

His original plan was to use the cover of night and the wind and snow to infiltrate the rear of the encirclement and launch a fatal blow from an unexpected direction for Arutai.

But now, Zhu Di's "gamble" had completely disrupted his plan.

He had to attack immediately, tearing open a gap from the enemy's rear before Zhu Di's troops collided with Arutai's main force!

"Pass my order!"

Zhu Zhanjun's voice, carried clearly by the wind and snow to the ears of every Great Snow Dragon Rider.

"All troops, switch to Armor-piercing Heavy Arrows!"

"Mo Dao (Sabers) infantry, prepare for close combat!"

"Target, directly ahead, the enemy's right flank main camp! For this King... break through it within the time it takes an incense stick to burn!"

"Yes!"

Three thousand men responded in unison, without any superfluous sound.

They silently took out rows of special heavy arrows from the quivers beside their saddles. These arrows were several times thicker than ordinary crossbow bolts and had three-edged spiral arrowheads. They loaded them into the Shenbi Crossbows in their hands.

"Buzz—"

The sound of taut bowstrings merged into one, low and powerful.

The company commander beside him asked, "Your Highness, we're not doing a long-range volley, we're charging directly?"

"There's no time."

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head, his gaze fixed on the golden dot on the map that was getting closer and closer. "Grandfather is running out of time."

"We must create the greatest chaos in the fastest way possible!"

He slowly raised the Horse Spear in his hand. The black spearhead gleamed with a bloodthirsty light under the dim sky.

"Great Snow Dragon Riders!"

He suddenly thrust the Horse Spear forward, letting out a heaven-shattering roar.

"Follow me... Charge!"

"Thump!"

With a muffled sound, the Wuzhui Horse beneath Zhu Zhanjun took the first step.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Immediately after, three thousand divine steeds and three thousand armored knights began to accelerate in unison!

There were no war drums, no bugles, only the increasingly fast and heavy sound of hooves!

The earth trembled beneath their feet, and the wind and snow parted before them!

A momentum condensed from pure slaughter and iron will soared into the sky, as if to freeze this world completely!

Inside Arutai's right flank main camp.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry were listlessly gathered around bonfires, roasting jerky that was as hard as stone.

They had been besieging the Great Ming main force for seven days.

In their eyes, the Southerners in the valley were now like turtles in a jar, grasshoppers that could be crushed at any moment.

Their Khan had ordered them to die slowly in despair, so they could wash away the shame of being defeated by Zhu Di several times before.

A Mongolian centurion gnawed on dried meat and mumbled, "Did you hear? That old man Zhu Di is apparently on his last legs."

Another soldier leered in agreement, "He should have been on his last legs long ago! This godforsaken weather would break anyone. Once they're all dead, we can march into the pass and snatch those Southerners' women and gold!"

Just then, a sentry responsible for guarding the camp's perimeter suddenly scrambled back, his face filled with terror.

"Ene... Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack? Where are they coming from?"

The centurion impatiently stood up and kicked the sentry. "The Southerners are all surrounded in the mountains. Where could the enemy possibly be?"