Chapter 146: All attributes breakthrough

Another rain of arrows fell with endless murderous intent.

The ambush points in various streets that the Yuan army had painstakingly arranged now became a purgatory.

Patches of Yuan soldiers were ruthlessly shot to death by chaotic arrows, falling into pools of blood or twisting their bodies, struggling on the ground.

A tragic scene.

In a short moment, a large number of Yuan soldiers fell into pools of blood, the crimson blood spreading rapidly on the ground, dyeing the stone slabs of the street blood-red.

"General!"

A Yuan deputy general, full of panic, rushed to Ma Hawu's side, his voice trembling due to tension: "The Ming army knows the location of our ambush, this is absolutely not a coincidence!"

Ma Hawu's brows furrowed, staring fixedly at the direction from which the Ming army's rain of arrows came.

Watching the Ming army fire chaotic arrows in unison again, he naturally understood that the rain of arrows just now was absolutely not accidental.

However.

He was full of doubts, but even if he racked his brains, he could not understand why the Ming army could know his ambush layout so precisely.

A traitor?

This was impossible.

Because there was simply no opportunity to send a message out.

But the current situation did not allow him to think anymore.

"Whole army, listen to the order!" Ma Hawu pulled out the long sword at his waist fiercely, raised it high, and shouted loudly: "Engage the enemy, attack! Shield army press up, archers fire arrows to counterattack!"

Following his order, the Yuan generals acted one after another.

"Great Yuan sons!" A Yuan general roared hoarsely: "Fight the Ming army to the death, kill!"

The Yuan soldiers who were originally hiding in the dark and ambushing moved out one after another, killing out from every hidden corner.

For a time, every street that was originally silent and empty, like a dead city, was instantly filled with the surging Yuan army, shouts of killing and footsteps intertwined into a piece.

"There really is a Yuan army ambush ahead!"

Chen Heng widened his eyes, looking at the Yuan army suddenly killing out, full of shock, turning to look at Zhang Wu: "The General actually accurately calculated the location of the Yuan army, truly powerful!"

In their hearts, their own General being able to predict so precisely was simply god-like.

"Archer army continue to fire arrows, advance another ten steps!"

Zhu Ying's expression was calm, watching the battle situation ahead, issuing orders in an orderly manner: "Shield army, spearmen follow up!"

At this moment, the trend of offense and defense had already reversed, and the Yuan army's ambush circle had instead become their cage.

Facing the dense arrow formation like a sudden rain from Zhu Ying's soldiers, the Yuan army had no choice but to appear and engage the enemy.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Ten thousand archers advanced steadily while firing arrows in turns with skilled techniques.

For a time, the entire sky was covered by dense rains of arrows, and it was difficult for the sun to penetrate.

The rain of arrows, covering the sky and the sun, indiscriminate, poured down toward the Yuan army. The Yuan soldiers in front fell in patches, some shot in the throat, instantly dying, some pierced through the chest, blood spraying out.

However!

Under Ma Hawu's order to reorganize the army, the Yuan soldiers in the front reacted quickly, raising their shields one after another, forming a solid defensive line. Countless rains of arrows hit the shields, emitting crisp sounds, sparks flying, and were bounced away one after another.

Just at this moment, inside the Yuan army formation, inside the shield army.

"Kill all the Great Ming barbarians!"

"Kill! Fire arrows!"

Many Yuan generals flushed red, shouting hoarsely.

In an instant, the Yuan archers fired chaotic arrows in unison, the dense arrowheads like locusts whistling toward the Great Ming army formation.

Above the sky, the rains of arrows from both sides intertwined and shot at each other, and every moment, vitality was lost in this rain of arrows.

The battlefield was tragic, just this cruel.

The moment the Yuan archers acted, Zhu Ying had already reacted.

He quickly pulled ten arrows from the arrow quiver, placed them on the Treasure Carving Bow, held the bow body steadily with both hands, his arm muscles tightened, easily pulling the bowstring into a full moon shape.

"Bang!"

A dull loud noise, the bowstring vibrated violently, like a thunderbolt.

The ten arrows were like ten black flashes of lightning, wrapped in powerful force, instantly breaking through the air, the air being torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The ten arrows smashed heavily toward the Yuan army shield formation in the front.

The powerful impact directly triggered a violent roar, as if cannonballs exploded in the crowd.

The dozens of Yuan soldiers facing them did not have any chance to react, and were shaken away by the powerful force contained in the arrows, following which they fell heavily to the ground, life or death unknown.

"Archers, continue to fire arrows!"

"Brothers, follow me to kill!"

Zhu Ying shouted, his voice like thunder, resounding through the battlefield.

He threw the Treasure Carving Bow behind his back, pulled out the Seven-Star Treasure Sword from his waist, and following this, his figure was like lightning, charging directly toward the Yuan army in front.

"Swear to follow the General to the death! Kill!"

The personal guards shouted in unison, their eyes full of fanaticism and loyalty, following behind Zhu Ying without hesitation.

They charged with all their might, like a sharp tip of a knife, stabbing fiercely toward the Yuan army formation.

"Follow the General! Kill!"

Chen Heng, Zhang Wu, and other generals were also full of blood, shouting hoarsely one after another.

They waved the long swords in their hands, taking the lead, leading the army under their command like a surging tide, killing toward the Yuan army.

Zhu Ying's footsteps were fast, every step taken could leap several meters away.

The Seven-Star Treasure Sword in his hand swung wantonly, blade light shimmering, and patches of incoming arrow rain were directly slashed down under his sharp blade edge.

In fact.

This was already Zhu Ying's performance after suppressing his own speed. He knew deeply that he could not be too shocking on the battlefield, otherwise, he would inevitably attract unnecessary trouble.

In just the blink of an eye, Zhu Ying relied on his amazing speed to charge to the front of the Yuan army shield army that had been broken by his sharp arrows.

"Kill!" Zhu Ying roared: "Wild dance sword technique!"

The battle sword in his hand instantly erupted with brilliant light, blade shadows filling the sky, making people dizzy.

As his figure swept past at high speed, the surrounding Yuan soldiers were instantly swallowed by the surging blade light, only having time to emit a scream before being slashed to the ground by the sharp blade edge, falling into a pool of blood.

"Killed Northern Yuan soldier, gained 1 point of strength, gained 10 days of lifespan."

"..."

The familiar panel prompt sound rang in Zhu Ying's mind continuously.

Zhu Ying did not have the slightest pause, continuing to charge forward fiercely. He was alone, like a life-taking god of slaughter, fiercely killing into the Yuan army.

The battle sword in his hand flew up and down, never stopping for a moment, crazily harvesting the lives of the enemies.

The might of one person was actually unstoppable!

Where Zhu Ying passed, the ground was covered with the corpses of the Yuan army, these corpses either incomplete or bloody, the scene tragic to the extreme.

In just a few breaths, dozens of Yuan soldiers fell under Zhu Ying's blade, and the originally neat and orderly Yuan army formation was completely killed into chaos by him.

The Yuan soldiers were panicked, fleeing in all directions, their eyes filled with fear.

"Kill!"

"Kill all the Tatars!"

The personal guards and many Daning infantry, under the leadership of their respective generals, had their morale greatly boosted, like a surging sea wave, launching the most violent attack toward the Yuan army.

Inside every street of the entire Zhenxiacheng, the Daning border army and the Yuan army instantly intertwined, unfolding a crazy and tragic slaughter.

Shouts of killing, sounds of weapons colliding, painful screams intertwined, endless.

However.

This battle situation had already been set from the beginning, and the Great Ming army occupied an absolute upper hand.

This was not only because the Daning border army originally had extremely strong combat power, but more importantly, Zhu Ying's command of the army brought a doubling of combat power, making this army like a tiger with wings, its strength soaring.

It could be imagined what kind of terror such an army was on the battlefield!

The battle in the city had already entered the final decisive stage, and the balance of victory was gradually tilting toward the Ming army.

Zhu Ying alone was like a god of war possessing him, completely killing into the core of the Yuan army.

Although the personal guards tried their best, they still found it difficult to keep up with his slaughtering rhythm like a storm.

At this moment, Zhu Ying's whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of invisible blood-colored halo, and there seemed to be endless Yuan soldiers surging like a tide around him, but he had no fear, the battle sword in his hand swinging crazily, every swing bringing up a rain of blood and wind.

He was completely shrouded in the blood of the enemy army, his battle armor soaked in blood, becoming heavy and sticky, his face also splashed with blood, the blood on his body dripping continuously like water

"Killed Northern Yuan soldier, gained 1 point of spirit, gained 20 days of lifespan."

"Killed Northern Yuan Battalion Commander, gained 10 points to all attributes, gained 50 days of lifespan."

"..."

The panel notification sounds rang continuously in Zhu Ying's mind.

Zhu Ying was immersed in this frenzied slaughter, killing heartily and happily, unable to stop at all.

Behind the Yuan army formation, Mahawu's face was as gloomy as water; he stared fixedly at Zhu Ying, who was slaughtering crazily among the chaotic troops ahead, and a look of fear involuntarily welled up in his eyes.

He witnessed with his own eyes one soldier after another under his command being easily slaughtered by Zhu Ying like fragile straw, and saw with his own eyes the elites he had meticulously trained being so vulnerable before Zhu Ying, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Is he... even human?"

Mahawu muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and terror.

"How can there be such a powerful person in this world?"

He had served in the Northern Yuan for many years, experienced countless baptisms of war, and had even been a general in the Northern Yuan when the Great Ming was founded.

Over these years, the number of Han generals who died by his hand was not small, and he had experienced many tragic battles, but he had never seen a Han general as fierce, fearless, and god-like in combat power as Zhu Ying.

Facing such a terrifying Zhu Ying, a deep fear arose in Mahawu's heart for the first time.

But at this moment, Zhu Ying was already completely immersed in the frenzy of slaughter.

The Seven-Star Treasure Saber in his hand was like a nimble viper, constantly spitting out cold light; every swing was accompanied by a chorus of Yuan army screams and blood soaring to the sky.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill, to kill crazily!

Not just for the country, for the sake of national righteousness, but also to fight for himself.

He knew deeply that every slaughter on the battlefield was a precious opportunity to improve himself; only by constantly killing enemies and picking up attributes could he become stronger, gain a foothold in this world, and win more possibilities for his future.

"Monster, he is a monster!"

"He is impervious to swords and spears, he simply cannot be killed!"

"He is a monster, he is a demon... run..."

"Monster..."

Around Zhu Ying, many Yuan soldiers had long been scared out of their wits by his terrifying killing momentum.

With just a glance from Zhu Ying, those Yuan soldiers felt their legs go weak, their faces turned pale, and they stumbled backward, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

However.

Zhu Ying did not show mercy because of this; on this cruel battlefield, pity and benevolence would only put oneself in danger.

The blade in his hand flashed with cold light and swung down ruthlessly, continuing to harvest the lives of these cowardly enemies.

Besides the battle saber, Zhu Ying suddenly drew the Qinghong Sword with his left hand.

For a time.

He held a saber in one hand and a sword in the other, dancing both weapons simultaneously, sweeping across the field.

The Qinghong Sword was equally sharp, flashing with cold light, coordinating perfectly with the battle saber to complement each other.

Today.

Zhu Ying was not just fighting for military merit, but also to have his attributes promoted.

Such a rare opportunity, he absolutely could not miss. The two sharp weapons in his hands were both ranked divine weapons, which in this era could definitely be called peerless treasures.

On this battlefield, there was simply no shield or battle armor that could withstand the sharpness of the divine weapons in Zhu Ying's hands.

Even if a shield occasionally managed to block an attack, under the terrifyingly powerful force of Zhu Ying, the shield-bearer would be shaken to death by the sheer impact.

This was Zhu Ying, relying on his powerful strength and deep internal qi to gallop across the battlefield, unstoppable by anyone.

"Do not break the formation!"

"Supervisory army, move up!"

"Anyone who dares to retreat, execute them immediately!"

The Ten Thousand Commander in the Yuan army formation shouted hoarsely, his face full of anxiety.

He brandished the long saber in his hand, trying his best to maintain the formation that had been shattered by Zhu Ying's charge.

But this shout of his, far from stabilizing the Yuan army's morale, instead directly exposed his own position.

Zhu Ying's gaze was like lightning, instantly narrowing and landing directly on the shouting Yuan general.

This scene was surprisingly similar to the scene before breaking into the city, as if time had repeated itself.

"Kill!" Zhu Ying coldly spat out the word, his voice sounding like it came from the nine nether hells, filled with endless killing intent.

The saber and sword in his hands both struck out, erupting with brilliant light, and he himself was like a cannonball fired from a chamber, charging with all his might toward the Yuan general.

For a time.

Saber light and sword shadows flashed, severed limbs and broken arms flew, and a scene of blood-red carnage spread across the battlefield.

Zhu Ying was like a hot knife through butter, unstoppable, like an irresistible torrent, surging toward this Yuan Ten Thousand Commander.

"Move up, all of you, move up!"

Watching Zhu Ying get closer and closer, the Yuan general felt the intense killing intent radiating from Zhu Ying, and his face instantly turned pale.

In his panic, he shouted loudly.

But it was already too late.

The shield troops and personal guards in front of him, despite trying their best to resist, fell one after another like fragile paper under Zhu Ying's frenzied and violent charge.

The next moment, a dazzling sword light struck like lightning.

With a 'crack' sound.

The Yuan general didn't even have time to react before his head flew high into the air, his body and head separated.

"Killed Northern Yuan Ten Thousand Commander, gained 50 days to all attributes, gained 100 days of lifespan, rewarded with one First Rank treasure chest."

"Congratulations to the host for breaking through 6000 points in all attributes, rewarded with one First Rank treasure chest."

The moment he killed the Yuan general, the panel notification sounded in Zhu Ying's mind.

And at this very moment, a golden light flashed across Zhu Ying's body.

Attribute breakthrough.

The feeling of all-attribute promotion made Zhu Ying feel as if he had been reborn, his whole body filled with infinite power.

This was like a major breakthrough in martial arts realm; the improvement of his entire body's attributes made Zhu Ying feel an unprecedented sense of comfort.

The fatigue accumulated from half a day of slaughtering instantly disappeared without a trace, replaced by an indescribable sense of pleasure and excitement.

Zhu Ying did not have much panic in his heart.

With his current attributes, even without wearing battle armor, these ordinary weapons could only hurt his skin.

He looked up, the street ahead was very empty, a dead silence, revealing a strange atmosphere.

The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were closed tightly, without a trace of breath, like tombs of dead silence.

But with just one glance, he could clearly feel the infinite murderous intent hidden in the dark.

Especially Zhu Ying, he could sensitively sense the many dangers hidden ahead.

The Yuan army was all hidden in the dark, they held their breath, gripped their weapons tightly, waiting for the Ming army to step into the trap.

When Zhu Ying walked forward for forty steps, he suddenly stopped his footsteps.

Following this.

He raised the battle sword in his hand fiercely, his expression cold and solemn, shouting loudly: "Bows and arrows!"

Behind him in all four directions, nearly twenty thousand Daning archers were dispersed everywhere, ready for battle.

Following Zhu Ying's order, the neat and uniform response sounded: "Kill, kill, kill!"

Every archer drew their bow and arrow, their arm muscles tightened, pulling the bowstring to the limit, raising the angle.

The next moment, ten thousand arrows fired in unison, whistling toward the street ahead that appeared empty and soundless.

The rain of arrows tore through the sky, emitting a dense swoosh-swoosh sound, as if countless sharp arrows were shuttling through the air.

Countless sharp arrows were like silver meteors, carrying the aura of death, directly piercing through the houses.

Perhaps, these rains of arrows had already affected the civilians inside.

But war, by nature, was just this cruel, without an absolute distinction between right and wrong.

In this era, once a war started, it was very difficult to take care of the safety of civilians too much.

Following the fall of countless rains of arrows, the originally empty street suddenly emitted bursts of painful screams, shrill wails.

This series of sounds sounded somewhat hair-raising.

Clearly, these sounds were all emitted by the Yuan army hidden in the dark ahead.

"Continuous rain of arrows, kill all the Tatars!"

Zhu Ying shouted with majesty, his voice carrying an unquestionable momentum.

Although his mental power could not be fully released externally, his sensitivity to murderous intent was incomparably sharp.

Tens of thousands of murderous intents gathered ahead, Zhu Ying sensed them clearly.

The so-called ambush of the Yuan army was just a joke in his eyes.

Moreover, high in the sky, the golden eagle was circling and dancing, its sharp eyes overlooking everything in the city, seeing the Yuan army's ambush layout clearly.

Clearly, the Yuan general in the city intended to wait for Zhu Ying to lead the army into the trap, and then fire ten thousand arrows in unison; at that time, the Ming army would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

But they ultimately underestimated Zhu Ying too much.

At this moment, it was precisely the range of the Ming army's bows and arrows, and the Ming army's bows and arrows shot further than the Yuan army's.

Countless rains of arrows fell, directly causing heavy casualties to the hidden Yuan army, the street instantly falling into chaos, the Yuan army's screams and weapons dropping sounds intertwined.

"Not good, the Ming army discovered our tracks! General!" A Yuan general, full of panic, his face pale as paper, hurriedly looked at Ma Hawu. His body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"How could they know so accurately where we were ambushing?"

Ma Hawu's brows furrowed, staring fixedly at the direction from which the Ming army's rain of arrows came.

In his thoughts.

Attempting to find the reason why the Ming army knew their ambush location.

This time, under his meticulous and tight layout, the nearly thirty thousand Yuan soldiers under his command were all hidden extremely well, perfectly hiding in various places.

On the roofs of houses, behind the ruins of collapsed buildings, in various streets, all were hiding his elite soldiers, having already set up a huge pocket like a net, just waiting for the Ming army to step in without any preparation, and then they could instantly close the mouth and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

However, at this moment.

Zhu Ying had taken action again.

Zhu Ying hung a cold sneer, the smile carrying mockery of the Yuan army's ignorance.

Through the vision of the golden eagle circling high in the sky, he took in the situation of the Yuan army still remaining motionless and hiding in various places.

"Still remaining motionless? Do you think it was just a coincidence?"

Zhu Ying sneered, and again shouted loudly to the archers behind him: "Archers move forward ten steps, fire arrows continuously!"

Following Zhu Ying's order.

The Ming army archers moved forward ten steps quickly and orderly.

Everyone was focused, the long bows in their hands pulled like a full moon, the bowstrings tight.

Following this, wave after wave of arrow rain poured toward the place where the Yuan army was hidden, every arrow carrying endless murderous intent, tearing through the sky, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 146 =====

This meant that in today's battle, nearly two thousand Yuan soldiers had died at Zhu Ying's hands.

And the smoke of the great battle was still rolling and surging; the situation was far from settled.

He could continue to kill enemies!

In the distance.

Mahawu's eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the battlefield.

He saw Zhu Ying clearing obstacles all the way, getting closer and closer to him, while the Ming army surged in like a tide, unstoppable.

Even with the supervisory army holding sharp blades, shouting and threatening with military law, the Yuan army's formation was still in great disarray, and the signs of collapse were like a broken dam, impossible to contain.

"Sigh."

"Zhenxiacheng, it cannot be held."

Mahawu let out a long sigh, the sigh filled with helplessness and unwillingness, appearing exceptionally lonely in the noisy battlefield.

He knew in his heart that the battle was lost.

He had finally managed to re-gather nearly thirty thousand soldiers and reorganize them, hoping to hold Zhenxiacheng for a few days to buy time for the rear cities, but now, they couldn't even hold out for a single day.

"Great Yuan warriors!"

Mahawu drew the battle saber at his waist, his face resolute: "Today's battle, for the Great Yuan, for the Emperor!"

"No regrets even in death, kill!"

Mahawu shouted with the momentum of burning his boats.

After speaking.

He charged directly into the battlefield, and his target was none other than Zhu Ying, who was killing with excitement in the enemy formation.

Zhu Ying heard this shout, a flash of cold light crossed his eyes, and he locked onto Mahawu.

"Well come."

"The main general of the Yuan army in this city."

Zhu Ying thought to himself.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped his saber and sword tightly, his footsteps never stopping, and he ran toward Mahawu's direction.

Wherever he passed, any Yuan soldiers blocking his way were cleanly and decisively killed with a saber or sword.

His figure shuttled through the chaotic troops, like a god of death descending, killing enemies crazily, harvesting crazily.

Soon.

Zhu Ying broke through layers of obstacles and killed his way to a spot not far from Mahawu.

"Protect the General!"

"Kill this Ming general!"

Seeing this, the dozens of personal guards around Mahawu turned red-eyed, roared loudly, and were the first to pounce toward Zhu Ying.

As personal guards, they were death squads; they tried to surround and kill Zhu Ying to protect their general.

But before Zhu Ying, their resistance was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Zhu Ying's footsteps were steady as he charged toward Mahawu.

With every step he took, the saber and sword in his hands danced in sharp arcs, cold light flashing, bringing up sprays of blood.

Those personal guards who rushed over were killed one by one in an instant, unable to stop Zhu Ying at all.

The next moment.

Zhu Ying finally faced Mahawu directly.

Mahawu gripped the hilt of his saber tightly with both hands, staring fixedly at Zhu Ying, his eyes full of complex emotions—anger, unwillingness, and even more, awe for the opponent before him.

"Ming Kingdom general, Zhu Ying?"

Mahawu asked, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a hint of unwillingness and even more, an unyielding spirit.

"Correct."

Zhu Ying's expression remained unchanged as he replied in a deep voice; his voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Mahawu's ears, exuding an invincible confidence.

"Good!"

Mahawu stared at Zhu Ying, took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and shouted loudly: "I am the main general guarding Zhenxiacheng for the Great Yuan, Mahawu."

"Today, I will fight you to the death!"

As soon as the words fell.

Mahawu's eyes instantly erupted with intense killing intent; that gaze was like substance, as if he wanted to hack Zhu Ying into ten thousand pieces.

After speaking.

He kicked off the ground like a crazed beast, brandishing his battle saber, and charged straight toward Zhu Ying; the blade tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistle, and slashed directly toward Zhu Ying's head, intending to kill him in one stroke.

(End of chapter)