Chapter 129

Hearing Zhang Fu's words, Zhu Qizhen nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Zhu Yuanzhang in the group chat couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Taizu Gao Emperor:

"Good lad, you're still so cunning; even this did you calculate?"

Chengzu Wen Emperor:

"Father, there's no way; the descendants are ungrateful. If he won't be decent, then we, his ancestors, must help him be decent."

Zhang Fu tightly protected Zhu Qizhen's side.

Immediately, he raised Zhu Qizhen's arm and shouted loudly:

"The Son of Heaven is here! Generals, do not panic! Fight with all your might!"

Looking at Zhu Qizhen, surrounded by the Ming army in the center.

The surrounding two thousand-plus Ming soldiers immediately fought with all their might as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Zhang Fu reined in his horse and whispered:

"Your Majesty, do you see?"

"To the soldiers, you are Heaven! As long as you are here, even if they must risk their lives, they will not hesitate!"

The terror on Zhu Qizhen's face gradually turned into a pale, expressionless deathly white.

Obviously, Zhu Qizhen's inner depths were also undergoing violent changes.

One by one, the warriors fell in battle on the grassland.

The Oirat tribe's encirclement continued to tighten.

Bayan Temur's eyebrows also continued to furrow tightly.

"Brother! This Great Ming Son of Heaven won't leave!"

"There must be an ambush!"

Esen stood in place with a heavy expression.

How could he not know that the reason Zhu Qizhen stood here was that a large army was surely lying in ambush behind him?

But Zhang Fu's subordinates had already suffered more than half their casualties.

It wouldn't take long.

He would be able to capture the Great Ming Son of Heaven alive!

A gambler's mindset immediately arose in Esen's heart.

Even though Esen had already foreseen all of this.

He still couldn't avoid the thought of going all in!

Just a little bit more.

It was clearly just a tiny bit more!

Even if he didn't bet all his chips.

Letting such a young Great Ming Son of Heaven return.

How could there ever be peace on the grassland!

Esen, riding his horse, gritted his teeth and growled low:

"Bring all the troops over! Today, no matter what, this little Emperor must not return alive!"

"Yes!"

The troops Zhang Fu brought had already fought down to fewer than a thousand men.

A casualty rate exceeding fifty percent!

If Zhu Qizhen were not on the battlefield.

These two thousand men would have long since scattered like birds and beasts!

But even so, Zhang Fu vaguely felt that if they continued to drag it out like this, the battle would likely collapse on the grassland within half an hour.

It was precisely at this critical moment.

Zhu Qizhen, who had been terrified, stopped crying and screaming.

"Your Majesty...?"

Zhang Fu turned his head in confusion, only to find Zhu Qizhen's jaw had nearly dropped to the ground in shock.

Following Zhu Qizhen's gaze.

A cloud of dust blocking the sky and covering the sun rose on the distant grassland.

The Tartar cavalry, reaching from earth to sky, came galloping in great numbers toward where Zhu Qizhen was.

Esen.

Went all in!

Esen knew what Zhu Qizhen was waiting for.

Precisely because Esen knew, he was completely determined that he could not let Zhu Qizhen, this grave threat, return alive to the Central Plains!

This might be Esen's only chance.

For the descendants on the grassland.

Esen had no choice but to go all in!

This is open strategy!

The distant Esen, holding a Ma Dao in his hand, slowly aimed it at the distant Zhu Qizhen.

Then he squeezed out a single word from between his teeth.

"Kill!"

The Oirat cavalry behind them immediately shouted in unison.

"Kill!"

Just as tens of thousands of Oirat cavalry were about to trample Zhu Qizhen into minced meat.

Behind Zhu Qizhen, and on both flanks of the Oirats, dust suddenly rose up.

The Left and Right Guards, the Three Thousand Camp, the Divine Machine Camp, and the Five Army Camps appeared almost simultaneously.

Seeing the Ming army suddenly emerge, Yexian, whose face had been gloomy, felt an immediate sense of relief.

He had guessed correctly.

Everything was exactly as he had expected.

As long as he could slay Zhu Qizhen, even if these tens of thousands of troops were wiped out, he would still win!

Seeing the Great Ming reveal its trump card, Yexian could not help but throw his head back and laugh loudly.

Immediately, he raised the Ma Dao in his hand high, and before the ranks of ten thousand soldiers, he shouted clearly.

"Sons, the little Han Emperor is right ahead! Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Hahahaha~! Little Emperor, I am coming!"

Just as Yexian was laughing wildly.

Yexian suddenly noticed that beside the little Emperor Zhu Qizhen, an old general riding a white horse had appeared at some unknown moment.

Zhang Fu and Hearing Fan Zhong guarded him on the left and right.

Even Zhu Qizhen was following behind that old general.

That face.

Yexian would never forget it in his entire life, even in death.

If it was not Zhu Di, who else could it be!

Yexian's laughter stopped abruptly.

And at this moment, Zhu Di's face was already filled with contempt.

He drew the sword at his waist without hesitation.

And shouted sternly.

"The Ming Army is mighty!"

The hundred thousand Ming soldiers immediately shouted in unison.

"The General is mighty!"

"The Ming Army is mighty!"

"Your Majesty lives ten thousand years, ten thousand times ten thousand years!"