[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut":3,"chapter-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-145":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from the Battlefield: Gathering Attributes to Build the All-Heavens Ming Dynasty",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2341952,4577,"Chapter 145: Total Enemy Killed: 7,000!!!","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-145",145,"\u003Cp>Undoubtedly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this battle, once Zhentangcheng falls, Zhu Ying will undoubtedly become the undisputed foremost contributor to the northern expedition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Securing this illustrious military merit lays a solid foundation for Zhu Ying to receive imperial rewards after the northern expedition achieves total victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, this is merely the first battle of the northern campaign; as the army continues to push deeper into Northern Yuan territory, it is clear that Zhu Ying will have many more outstanding opportunities to earn great merit in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time slipped away quietly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fighting within Zhentangcheng had already reached a feverish, intense stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ming army surged like an unstoppable flood, each soldier charging forward with a death-defying resolve, fighting desperately and slaughtering enemies mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuan army’s resistance was equally fierce, their eyes filled with defiance and struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, after their devastating defeat in Liaodong, the Yuan high command had intensified supervision over their troops; patrol units armed with sharp blades roamed behind the lines, executing any soldier who showed even a hint of retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only through such brutal measures had the army’s collapsing morale been barely stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The governor’s mansion of Zhentangcheng now exuded a suffocatingly heavy atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the main hall of the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Yuan general rushed into the hall, pale and stumbling, fell to his knees with a thud, and cried out in a trembling voice: “Your Highness, the Ming forces have breached the city! General Mahawu is organizing a desperate defense, but the Ming assault is too fierce—I fear Zhentangcheng cannot hold!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated on the main throne sat Di Baonu, the second prince of the Northern Yuan and son of the Northern Yuan emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore an ornate Northern Yuan prince’s robe, radiating nobility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now his face was grim, filled with shock and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the border with Ming, over two hundred thousand troops were stationed—elite forces personally loyal to the Northern Yuan emperor, their command firmly held by the imperial family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the Northern Yuan lost the Central Plains, their control over the various tribes had collapsed like a toppled tower, plummeting rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the Northern Yuan emperor assigned his two sons to each command one hundred thousand troops, guarding key border strongholds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was Di Baonu; the other was the third prince, Elbek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the eldest son, the Northern Yuan crown prince, he remained at the new capital, safeguarding the empire’s core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could this happen so fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Di Baonu’s voice rose sharply; he leapt to his feet, gripping the armrests tightly, staring at his subordinate: “Weren’t the gates sealed shut? How could they be breached so quickly? How did the Ming manage this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reinforcement of Zhentangcheng’s walls and defenses, and the imperial order to seal the gates upon learning of Ming intentions—all these tasks were personally overseen by Di Baonu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his strict supervision, the gates were completely bricked and mortared shut, and an immensely thick wall was erected directly before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, such a fortress could withstand even hundreds of cannons firing simultaneously without being easily breached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, this seemingly impregnable defense had been broken?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not after ten days or even half a month—merely less than half a day, and the city was already on the brink of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Highness, it was Zhu Ying, commander of the Danning border troops, who broke through the gates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuan general’s voice trembled further, sweat pouring down his forehead; he continued: “He’s a monster—the gates and the barricaded wall were both shattered by him alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, with a vast Ming force under his command pouring into the city, we cannot stop them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General Mahawu orders Your Highness to retreat immediately—he will lead the outer city troops in a final stand against the Ming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moreover, General Mahawu specifically warned: Zhu Ying cannot be judged by ordinary standards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In other cities, besides reinforcing defenses, you must prepare special weapons targeting Zhu Ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only by eliminating Zhu Ying can our Great Yuan withstand the Ming offensive—no city can hold against his assault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General Mahawu...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Di Baonu’s face twisted in deep conflict; he slowly sank back into his chair, his expression grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew full well that forcing Mahawu into such desperation was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahawu was the most trusted and capable general under Di Baonu’s command in Zhentangcheng; seeing him in this state filled Di Baonu with helplessness and sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Highness, there’s no time to hesitate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Yuan general, seeing Di Baonu still wavering, cried anxiously: “The city gate is breached—more and more Ming troops are pouring in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we delay, we may lose even the chance to retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General Mahawu said: retreat to Zhenhuacheng, fortify its defenses, and await our reinforcements.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Di Baonu fell into deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the thunderous, deafening cries of battle echoing through the city made his body tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After gritting his teeth and struggling for a moment, he shouted: “Order: all troops except those under General Mahawu, follow me in retreat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Di Baonu’s heart was filled with helplessness and resentment—he had meticulously planned for Zhentangcheng to hold for at least half a month against the Ming assault, retreating only when the breach became undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in a single day, the Ming’s furious, storm-like assault had shattered his entire defense strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the junction between Zhentangcheng’s inner and outer city, several thousand Yuan shield troops stood in perfect formation, their shields locked together, forming an unbreakable iron wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the protection of the shield line,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a Yuan officer hurried over, nearly running to Mahawu’s side, bowing low and whispering urgently: “General, Prince Di Baonu has withdrawn the forty thousand troops stationed in the inner city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahawu’s face showed a flicker of relief; he tilted his head upward, gazing into the distance as if he could see through the buildings the retreating troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he spoke slowly, voice low and resolute: “Our Great Yuan expended immense manpower and resources to build ten fortified cities along this border, precisely to guard against Ming barbarians—to ensure we could advance or retreat as needed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I see: the Emperor truly had foresight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without these cities, our Great Yuan could never have stopped the Ming—we’d have been forced to retreat to the northern steppes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On the very first day of battle, the Ming have breached our city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearby Yuan officer’s face burned with shame; he clenched his fists, voice trembling with anger and resentment: “How could the Ming have grown so powerful?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once, these barbarians knelt before our Great Yuan—yet now...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one could tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps many Yuan still clung to the delusion of their former glory, when the Yuan Dynasty ruled all under heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahawu’s expression hardened; a look of final resolve flashed in his eyes as he roared: “Our Great Yuan warriors once roamed the world, conquering all four directions—how could we lose to these barbarians?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Order: all troops not yet engaged in combat, retreat two streets back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All archers, take position on rooftops and secure advantageous terrain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All cannons and ballistae, prepare immediately—ensure absolute readiness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This battle—we fight to the death, annihilating as many Ming invaders as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Mahawu, will stand with every warrior—life or death, together!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We obey your command!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding Yuan officers shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the bloody battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After issuing his orders, Mahawu’s eyes hardened with final resolve; he lowered his head and whispered inwardly: “Your Majesty, you once showed mercy to my tribe—today, I repay you with my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After this battle, after my death, the fate of the Great Yuan no longer concerns me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahawu’s thoughts turned to his son back in the tribe—but now, he could only bury that longing deep within his heart; for the Great Yuan, for his tribe, he had no other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Zhentangcheng, flames roared, smoke choked the air, turning the city into a living hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air reeked of thick, acrid blood, mingled with burning wood and gunpowder, nauseating and suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying rode Wufeng, leading from the front, transformed into an unstoppable god of slaughter, driving his troops in relentless carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed a Northern Yuan soldier: +1 Speed, +10 days lifespan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed a Northern Yuan Garrison Commander: +30 to all stats, +60 days lifespan, reward: Common Treasure Chest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed a Northern Yuan Myriarch: +50 to all stats, +100 days lifespan, reward: Tier-One Treasure Chest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed a Northern Yuan soldier...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhu Ying pressed forward, system prompts echoed incessantly in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an invisible form of motivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Furious Blade Dance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Yuan troops before him shattered and fleeing like birds startled by arrows, Zhu Ying’s eyes hardened; he raised his battle blade high, its edge gleaming coldly, then slashed down with a thunderous roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his blade became a living dragon, whirling wildly; dazzling, solid-looking blade shadows materialized in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blade shadow fell, and surrounding Yuan soldiers screamed and collapsed like lambs slaughtered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the blade’s light flashed, blood sprayed—whole groups of Yuan troops died, falling into pools of ink-dark crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Zhu Ying, his personal guards followed closely, clad in black armor, blades gleaming coldly, every movement fluid and lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Danning cavalry surged like a flood, hooves thundering, spears swinging—wherever they went, Yuan troops broke and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Lei, slashing through enemies, shouted to Zhu Ying, his face splattered with blood, voice hoarse with excitement: “The Yuan troops in the city seem to be retreating—they’re no longer fighting with the same desperate resistance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t overthink it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying’s gaze was calm as he replied loudly, his voice cutting clearly through the chaotic battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Press forward and kill! The main force must not cluster together—use the Garrison Commander battalions as the core, scatter and strike hard; first take the outer city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The archer units have entered the city—assign one archer company to each Garrison Commander cavalry battalion to lead the advance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Heng, Zhang Wu—did you hear that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We obey the General’s order!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Chen Heng and Zhang Wu behind him shouted back immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with fearless resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, swiftly following Zhu Ying’s command, they began organizing their troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted across the battlefield, directing soldiers to re-form ranks, leading with the Garrison Commander battalions as they charged forward relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying had endured many siege battles; he understood this situation perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuan troops no longer rushed forward in suicidal charges—that meant their commander had gathered fresh reinforcements behind the lines and was reorganizing defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they would face an even more brutal, bloody close-quarters fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Yuan commander holding this city is indeed capable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying stared at the thinning Yuan ranks ahead, thinking to himself: “Even in defeat, they can still reorganize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In Liaodong, only Naha’chu could have done this—no one else could.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this battle’s breach of the city, especially the first major victory of the northern campaign, Zhu Ying was determined to claim it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first merit was already within his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, follow me and kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying roared, spurring Wufeng forward, leading the charge as he kept slaughtering without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catching up to the fleeing Yuan troops, he swung his battle blade, flashing blades slicing wildly in lethal arcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slain a Northern Yuan soldier—gained 1 point of inner qi, gained 15 days of lifespan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slain a Northern Yuan soldier…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system prompts echoed constantly in Zhu Ying’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, nearly two hours had gone by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the outer city had been seized by Zhu Ying’s forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout Zhenxiacheng, mountains of corpses, streets piled high with dead—both Ming and Yuan—blood pooled into streams, trickling slowly down the street slopes, staining the ground dark red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city’s civilians trembled in fear, huddled in rooms, clutching their ears with shaking hands, trying to block out the terrifying cries of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes brimmed with terror and despair; they dared not make a sound, afraid of drawing the soldiers’ murderous attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slain a Northern Yuan soldier—gained 1 point of speed, gained 10 days of lifespan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Total kills reached 7,000—reward: one Tier-I treasure chest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhu Ying slew the next Yuan soldier before him, the system prompt sounded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven thousand.” Zhu Ying’s heart surged with excitement; a grin of triumph spread across his face: “Good—this time I’ve accumulated quite a few treasure chests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the Yuan troops in the outer city had been wiped out; corpses lay everywhere, twisted limbs, faces frozen in final terror and resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood flowed like rivers, the thick stench of blood choking the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolated Yuan soldiers were swiftly cut down by Zhu Ying’s troops, with no mercy shown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General, we’ve cleared all of this section of the outer city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Heng and Zhang Wu approached Zhu Ying and reported respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both had fought relentlessly; their armor was caked in blood—some dried to dark red, some still dripping, pooling into small puddles beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, infantry leads, cavalry follows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying’s expression turned grave as he scanned the officers around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Yuan troops must be entrenched ahead, and archers must be positioned on rooftops.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Make sure the men proceed with extreme caution.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished speaking,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several officers immediately replied: “We obey the General’s order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying dismounted with swift, fluid motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung his blood-splattered tiger-head greatsword across Wufeng’s back, drew his Seven-Star Precious Blade from his waist, gripped his carved bow in hand, and strapped a quiver of arrows to his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, his personal guards also dismounted without hesitation, drawing their swords and falling in behind their General.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All soldiers—infantry leads, cavalry follows—follow me and kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying roared, his voice booming like a bronze bell, echoing through the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As usual,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led from the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged ahead into the unknown danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We swear to follow the General to death!” Tens of thousands of soldiers roared in unison, their cry shaking the heavens, like thunder rolling through the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They surged after Zhu Ying, with the Garrison Commander battalions as the core, archers in front, bows drawn, eyes focused, ready to loose lethal arrows at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shield troops and spear formations followed behind, shields locked tight, spears like a forest, advancing in disciplined order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying felt no panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current stats, even without armor, ordinary weapons could barely scratch his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked ahead—the street was wide open, deathly silent, radiating an eerie atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doors and windows of buildings on both sides were tightly shut, no sign of life—like silent tombs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet with one glance, he sensed the boundless killing intent hidden in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Zhu Ying—he could keenly sense the many dangers lying in wait ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuan troops were all concealed, holding their breath, gripping their weapons, waiting for the Ming army to walk into the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhu Ying advanced forty paces, he suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his blade sharply, his expression cold and stern, and shouted: “Archers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, nearly twenty thousand Danning archers were spread out, ready and waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Zhu Ying’s command, a unified roar echoed: “Kill! Kill! Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each archer drew his bow, muscles taut, pulling the string to its limit, angling the arrows upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, ten thousand arrows shot forth, screaming toward the seemingly empty, silent street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow rain pierced the air with a dense hissing sound, as if countless blades cut through the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless arrows flew like silver meteors, carrying death’s breath, piercing straight through the buildings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps these arrows had already struck civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But war is always cruel—there is no absolute right or wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this age, once war begins, civilian safety is rarely a priority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the arrow rain fell, the once-silent street erupted in agonized screams and pitiful wails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sounds were chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, they came from the Yuan troops hidden in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep firing arrows—kill every Tartar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying roared, his voice radiating undeniable authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his spiritual power could not yet fully extend outward, his sense of killing intent was razor-sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands of killing signals converged ahead—he sensed them all clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuan troops’ ambush was nothing but a joke to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, high above, the golden eagle circled, its sharp eyes surveying the entire city, seeing every Yuan ambush position with perfect clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the Yuan commander planned to lure Zhu Ying’s army into the trap, then unleash a storm of arrows—when the Ming troops would suffer devastating losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had utterly underestimated Zhu Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this very moment, the Ming archers’ range surpassed the Yuan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the arrow rain fell, it slaughtered countless hidden Yuan soldiers; the street erupted into chaos—screams, clattering weapons, all intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bad! The Ming have found our position, General!” A Yuan officer’s face turned ashen with terror, his body trembling as he stared at Mahawu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did they know exactly where we were hiding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahawu frowned deeply, his face etched with shock and confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to find out how the Ming had discovered their ambush positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his meticulous, tightly planned layout, nearly thirty thousand Yuan troops had hidden perfectly—concealed on rooftops, behind collapsed ruins, in every alleyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had laid a vast net, like heaven’s trap, waiting for the Ming to walk in blindly—then snap it shut and annihilate them instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying had abruptly halted his advance—and unleashed a storm of arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dense rain of arrows, like a locust swarm sweeping across the land, poured down upon the Yuan army’s hiding spots—the sudden strike caught them off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It completely stunned Mahawu, and left many Yuan soldiers utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General, what do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Yuan generals looked panicked, his voice trembling—he was clearly terrified by this unexpected turn and urgently sought Mahawu’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold position. Shield troops forward. Archers on alert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahawu clenched his teeth and forced a calm tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept the surroundings, searching for even a shred of reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This must be coincidence. Our position is too well concealed to have been discovered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahawu’s voice carried a hint of self-deception, as if the Ming army had merely stumbled upon them by accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying wore a cold sneer, one laced with mockery at the Yuan army’s ignorance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the golden eagle’s aerial view, he had seen the Yuan troops still holding their ground, hidden everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still holding back? Thinking it’s just coincidence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ying sneered and shouted again to the archers behind him: “Advance ten paces, keep firing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhu Ying’s order rang out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Ming archers moved forward swiftly and in perfect order, ten paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one’s expression was focused, their longbows drawn taut as full moons, strings straining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, wave after wave of arrows rained down upon the Yuan army’s hiding places—each arrow brimming with lethal intent, slicing through the sky with piercing whistles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3164,"2026-06-20T23:30:09.614Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","29eaab3b22beffed0fffe60c0fac5abb29a9a79d94fe8dbd3358136572d8f692","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-146","starting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-chapter-144",204,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-the-battlefield-gathering-attribut-cover.jpg"]