Prince Han and Prince Zhao Arrive! My Son Zhanjun, Poor Protection of His Highness!

Under the desperate protection of his personal guards, Yesen fled in disarray.

His army of 100,000, which had advanced with imposing momentum, was less than 50,000 strong by the time they retreated.

The remaining over 50,000 men were forever left on this snowfield stained red with blood.

This battle had utterly broken the Oirats' spirit.

Yesen watched the black cavalry behind him, clinging like a persistent parasite, and felt his soul about to flee his body.

He finally understood why that useless Arutai had been so thoroughly defeated.

This was no army of mortals!

A surviving commander of ten thousand cried out, "Grand Tutor! We've been deceived! The Great Ming's supplies were never cut off!"

"Their horses are stronger than ours!"

"Their soldiers are like they're made of iron!"

"I saw it!"

Yesen, enraged, spat out another mouthful of blood.

He thought he was coming to pick up a bargain, but instead, he had run headfirst into a steel plate.

No, it wasn't a steel plate; it was a moving fortress of steel!

"Quick! Hurry back and tell Arutai! Tell him to run too! We've all fallen into a trap!"

"That old man Zhu Di was feigning weakness the whole time; he was just waiting for us to take the bait!"

Yesen roared, his voice hoarse.

However, Arutai no longer had a chance to run.

While Yesen's army was being pursued and beaten by Zhu Zhanjun, Zhu Di had personally led the demoralized remnants of the Great Ming army out of the valley and engaged Arutai's main force.

With the enemy's strength waning and their morale already unstable after the right flank's camp was destroyed, the Tatar army collapsed at the first touch.

Arutai, the formidable warlord whom Zhu Di had failed to defeat in several personal campaigns, was finally cut down from his horse by Duke of England Zhang Fu, who emerged from the chaos of battle.

When his head was hoisted high on a flagpole, the entire Mobei battlefield fell silent.

The remaining allied Tatar and Oirat forces, devoid of any will to fight, knelt in the snow, crying out their surrender.

The Battle of Mobei concluded in a way no one had expected.

Three days later, in the central command tent of the Great Ming army.

Zhu Di sat upright in the main seat. Though his complexion was still pale, his spirit was better than ever.

Below, Zhang Fu, Xue Lu, and other generals looked at Zhu Zhanjun, standing beside Zhu Di, with eyes full of reverence and gratitude.

If not for this Prince Zheng, they would likely have become withered bones on the snowfield by now.

"Your Majesty, our army has achieved a great victory! We have slain over 70,000 enemies and captured more than 100,000! Arutai has been executed, Yesen has fled in defeat, and Mobei will be unable to march south for decades!"

Zhang Fu excitedly reported the battle results.

"Good! Excellent!"

Zhu Di clapped his hands and laughed, his gaze falling on Zhu Zhanjun. "For this battle, the greatest credit belongs to my grandson, Zhanjun!"

"Without Zhanjun and his three thousand Great Snow Dragon Riders, I... would be in danger! The Great Ming... would be in danger!"

At these words, all the generals in the tent rose in unison and bowed deeply to Zhu Zhanjun.

"We thank Prince Zheng for saving our lives!"

Zhu Zhanjun was somewhat embarrassed by the display and scratched his head. "Generals, you are too kind. We are all family; it's what we should do, what we should do."

Just as the tent was filled with joy and harmony, a commotion suddenly erupted from outside.

A rough voice rang out, "Get out of the way! I want to see my father the Emperor! Who dares stop me!"

Immediately after, the tent flap was violently thrown open.

Two tall generals, also wearing royal robes, pushed through the wind and snow and barged in.

It was Prince Han Zhu Gaoxu and Prince Zhao

"I'm here to save my grandfather. Is there a problem with that?"

"Save the Emperor?"

Zhu Gaoxu acted as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. He pointed at Zhu Zhanjun and said loudly to Zhu Di, "Imperial Father! You must not be deceived by this brat!"

"Your son rushed here all the way, and I heard that Imperial Father was trapped on Great Snow Mountain, with no supplies, and in mortal danger!"

"You, Zhu Zhanjun, as the Imperial Grandson accompanying the Emperor, not only failed to protect him but also caused him to be in such a desperate situation!"

"This is a grave crime of failing to protect the Emperor!"

Prince Zhao, Zhu Gaosui, also fanned the flames from the side. "Second Brother is right! Imperial Father, this brat usually loafs around the Capital City, gambling and chasing dogs, and is ignorant, but that's one thing."

"Now, on the battlefield, he's actually neglecting his duties like this!"

"In your son's humble opinion, he must be severely punished! To uphold military law!"

The two of them, in perfect sync, directly pinned the crime of "failing to protect the Emperor" firmly onto Zhu Zhanjun.

They had no idea what had actually happened on the battlefield.

In their eyes, Zhu Zhanjun's appearance here must have meant he was surrounded along with Zhu Di.

Now that Zhu Di was safe, it must be because his sons, leading the great army, had arrived and scared off the enemy.