My father is Jiajing

Chapter 152 Catching a Big Fish

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Zhu Zaigui took a deep breath and adjusted himself from the discomfort of killing someone for the first time.

Originally, Zhu Zaigui thought that as a time traveler who had seen everything in the world, he would be very accustomed to things like killing and it would be very common.

As a result, after this cut, the unbearable surging feeling appeared again, causing him to feel extremely uncomfortable and had a great psychological impact. He even almost vomited on the spot.

However, Zhu Zaigui quickly adjusted his mentality. At such a critical moment, there was no time for Zhu Zaigui to adjust to the psychological discomfort of his first murder. All he could do now was to suppress the tension and fear in his heart and continue to wave the long sword in his hand to set an example for these 1,500 people.

At the same time, Zhu Zaigui was also surprised at his arm strength. He never expected that he could chop a person in half with just one chop. Could this be the result of his more than a year of practicing "Xiantian Gong"?

In fact, strictly speaking, Zhu Zaigui’s ability to chop the man in half with one sword was not entirely due to the Xiantian Gong.

First of all, the long sword in Zhu Zaigui's hand was made of fine steel, which was a great improvement in quality compared with the weapons in the Han and Tang Dynasties. Moreover, except for the leaders of the pursuing Tatar light cavalry who were protected by armor, the ordinary cavalrymen had no armor on them. Their only weapons were the scimitars in their hands and the bows and arrows on their horses.

However, in this forest, they had no way to take advantage of it. In addition, the consumption from their pursuit made both their men and horses no longer have the endurance they needed, nor could they burst out with their ultimate speed.

On the other hand, Zhu Zaigui's troops had ambushed here early, waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out. Although the woods hindered their charge speed, they were naturally more advantageous than the already panicked Tatar light cavalry.

So when these 1,500 men charged forward with long swords raised, the situation on the battle was instantly reversed, as if a wolf had entered a flock of sheep, and the harvest was almost one-sided.

These Tatar light cavalry were stunned and hacked down in an instant. Their morale collapsed and they no longer had any desire to resist. They only wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

But would Zhu Zaigui and his men let them go so easily?
This battle was also one they had carefully planned. The Tatar light cavalry that was pursuing them had been slowed down by the woods. The more panicked they were at this moment, the more chaotic they would become, and the more chaotic they would be, the harder it would be for them to escape.

So Zhu Zaigui and his 1,500 men were like 1,500 wolves, frantically biting the delicious prey within their reach in the flock.

After two quarters of an hour of unilateral massacre, except for a few Tatar light cavalry at the edge of the woods who escaped, the rest were almost all slaughtered by Zhu Zaigui's 1,500 men.

This battle can be regarded as a typical one where the few defeated the many, although of course there was also a bit of "unfair victory".

However, war is not a fair thing. It is not a sporting activity like street fighting that requires a certain degree of fairness to ensure the interests of the participants. War is about who has a crueler heart and who has more powerful weapons and equipment.

Moreover, the quality of the horses of the Four Guards led by Zhu Zaigui was not as good as that of the Tatar light cavalry.

Their advantage is that their weapons and light armor are much stronger than those of the light cavalry chasing them.

Even if these Tatar light cavalry had reacted and had to swing their swords to attack the attacking soldiers of the Four Guards Camp, they would have discovered in despair that this terrible Ming army was actually all wearing armor, and they could not hurt their vital parts with a single sword attack. On the contrary, if they were to strike, they would either die or be injured.

With such a disparity in weapons and equipment, coupled with the crushing morale of the enemy, the collapse of the pursuing Tatar light cavalry is imaginable. Zhu Zaigui's battle robe was also dyed a thrilling bloody red by the blood of the enemy. The long sword in his tightly grasped hand was also dripping with blood. The whole person looked like a killer who had just returned from hell.

Zhu Zaigui held the reins, raised his knife, and under the protection of his personal guards, urged the horse under his crotch to step over the corpses under his feet and came to the last group of surrounded Tatar light cavalry.

Now there are only a dozen or so Tatar bandits huddled together in the woods. From the decorations on their bodies, it can be seen that they are not ordinary Tatar cavalry. They are also wearing light armor and the weapons in their hands are also strong and sharp. They are not as easy to deal with as ordinary Tatar cavalry.

Zhu Zaigui looked at the dozen or so people who were surrounded, and without asking who they were, he said coldly: "I am kind-hearted and do not want to cause more killings. If you surrender, I will not kill you. Otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary!"

When Zamusu, who was surrounded in the center, saw Zhu Zaigui appear, his heart trembled violently. He never expected that his opponent would be such a young general.

Moreover, the tone of his voice sounded like that of a prince, which made Zhamusu even more shocked. He never dreamed that he would actually fight against a prince of the Ming Dynasty. In his impression, the emperors and nobles of the Ming Dynasty were just a group of pampered trash. How could they be as brave and warlike as the people of the grassland.

Seeing that the last group of Tatars in front of him had no reaction, Zhu Zaiqi frowned and said, "I will give you one last chance. If you don't put down your weapons, get off your horses and kneel on the ground when I count to three, you will all die today!"

"One"

"two"

When Zhu Zaigui began to count, the soldiers of the four guard camps around him also clenched their long swords tightly and were ready to attack at any time. Zhamusu and others looked at the murderous Ming army around them, and their hearts trembled. They all felt that this young general was not threatening them, but could really take their lives with a wave of his hand.

So when Zhu Zaigui was about to count to three, Jamsu immediately said anxiously: "You can't kill me, I am Yirjiangxun Taiji, the son of Khan Alda!"

Zhamusu hurriedly called out his identity. When Zhu Zaigui heard Zhamusu's call, his eyes lit up, "Oh, you can speak Chinese. I thought I could just kill you, what a pity."

Zhu Zaigui's words made Zhamusu's heart tremble. It turned out that this young man had such a strong desire to kill the general!
But as the commander of a tribe, Zhamu Su still tried hard to muster some backbone.

Zhamusu raised his head and looked at Zhu Zaigui, and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhu Zaigui looked at Zhamusu with contempt and said, "You will soon know who I am. Since you are willing to lay down your weapons, I will naturally keep my promise and spare your lives."

Zhu Zaigui then ordered his guards: "Tie them up and send them to the rear to await their fate."

Zhamusu and his guards were tied up by Zhu Zaigui's men. Zhamusu said excitedly: "So what if you beat me? Our Khan still has countless brave warriors. You still can't beat him. Tell me who you are?"

Zhu Zaigui snorted, not wanting to bother with this stubborn prisoner, "Stop making noise! ​​Take him away."

Then Zhu Zaigui began to order people to clean up the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)