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"Zhanjun? How could it be Zhanjun?"

Duke of England Zhang Fu was the first to voice his doubt, his face full of disbelief. "Shouldn't Prince Zheng Your Highness be in the Capital City?"

"How could he appear here?"

"And bringing soldiers?"

"It's his voice! I wouldn't mistake it!"

An unprecedented brilliance erupted in Zhu Di's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body trembling slightly from excessive excitement.

"It's that kid! It must be him!"

Although his reason told him it was impossible, that familiar "Grandpa," that reckless and arrogant demeanor – who else could it be but his fearless and beloved grandson?

"But... Your Majesty, even if Prince Zheng Your Highness has arrived, what can he do?"

Old General Xue Lu said with deep worry, "Judging by the sounds from the east, it seems a fierce battle has broken out, but Arutai's right-wing camp has a full thirty thousand elite cavalry!"

"How many men can Prince Zheng Your Highness bring?"

"Three thousand? Five thousand?"

"This force is just rushing in to die!"

Xue Lu's words were like a bucket of cold water dousing the flame of hope that had just ignited in everyone.

Yes, even if Zhu Zhanjun had descended like a divine weapon, what could he change facing enemies several times his number?

This battlefield was a giant meat grinder; even the most elite troops, thrown in, couldn't make much of a ripple.

"No..."

Zhu Di shook his head. His gaze pierced through the wind and snow, as if he could see the battlefield engulfed in blood and fire. "You don't understand... that kid never does anything he isn't sure of."

Although he said this, his heart was also filled with worry and confusion.

What troops did Zhanjun bring?

And how did he appear here without anyone noticing?

Just then, a scout responsible for observing the enemy's movements scrambled down the slope ahead. His face held a mixture of ecstatic joy and terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Your Majesty! Victory! We have achieved a great victory!"

"What victory?"

Zhang Fu grabbed him, asking urgently.

"The east... the army on the eastern front! They... they've broken through Arutai's right-wing camp!"

The scout, too excited, spoke incoherently.

"What?!"

At that moment, Zhu Di and all the generals under him were petrified.

Broken through?

That was an entire Mongol camp of thirty thousand men!

Not thirty hundred!

Even the most elite cavalry of Prince Yan during the Jingnan campaign wouldn't have dared to claim they could break through a thirty-thousand-man enemy camp in a single charge!

"Did you see clearly?!"

Zhu Di pushed Zhang Fu aside, personally grabbed the scout by the collar, and roared with bloodshot eyes.

"It's absolutely true! Your Majesty!"

The scout was so scared he was about to cry, but he still shouted with all his might, "That army... they're too terrifying!"

"They were like a black iron wall, rolling right through the middle of the enemy camp!"

"The Mongols' arrows were like mosquito bites on them!"

"Their swords... with one swing, they could split a Mongol, man and horse, in half!"

"That wasn't a battle, it was... a slaughter!"

Slaughter!

The word sent a shiver down the spines of all the battle-hardened old generals present.

For their scout to describe a battle against the enemy as a "slaughter," what kind of overwhelming scene must it have been?

"Let's go! Follow me to see!"

Zhu Di could no longer hold back. He dropped the scout, flipped himself onto the warhorse his personal guard had brought, and charged towards the high ground on the east side of the valley without hesitation.

"Your Majesty! It's dangerous!"

Zhang Fu and the others cried out in alarm, quickly following with their personal guards.

When Zhu Di and his entourage reached the high ground and looked down upon the battlefield, everyone was so stunned by the sight that they lost the ability to speak.

Several miles away on the snowy plains, Arutai's once orderly right-wing camp had now descended into complete chaos.

And the cause of all this was a unit of black cavalry.

The cavalry unit wasn't large, at most three thousand men.

Yet they had forcefully cut their way in from the south side of the main camp and out from the north, carving a hundred-zhang wide path of death paved with corpses and blood through the enemy formation of tens of thousands!

At this moment, this black army did not stop. Led by a great general at their head, they turned their horses, swept in a huge arc outside the enemy camp, and were once again preparing to launch a second charge from the flank of the main camp!

And those Mongol cavalry, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now didn't dare to advance and engage. They merely loosed arrows futilely from the perimeter, and many were already turning their horses to flee in panic.

The morale had completely collapsed!

"This... is this really an army?"

Zhu Yong muttered to himself, his throat feeling so dry it was about to smoke.

"What kind of unit is that? Heavy cavalry... how can it possess such terrifying charge power and mobility?"

Confusion was written all over Zhang Fu's face.

Zhu Di remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on the very front of that black army, on the figure holding a horse-pike, leading the charge.

Even though they were several miles apart, and even though that person was covered in blood, he recognized him instantly.