Chapter 28: Slaughter the Tartars!!

"Slay one Tartar scout, gain 20 points of strength."

"Slay one Tartar scout, gain 20 points of speed."

"Slay the Tartar..."

Four consecutive alert tones.

Zhu Ying’s divine archery skill made its presence known.

With his immense strength and the power of the Jade Carved Bow, the arrow pierced throats effortlessly.

As Zhu Ying moved.

The many Ming soldiers behind him showed no hesitation.

"Kill!"

"Slaughter every Tartar."

"Kill!"

Roars instantly echoed throughout this Tartar northern tribe.

Accompanied by.

Four thousand cavalry drew their bows, raised their arrows, and fired straight into the alien tribe ahead.

Beneath the night sky, arrows rained down in unison.

Thousands of deadly strikes rained upon the Tartar tribe.

Many Tartars slept inside their tents; before they could react, they felt searing pain—arrows pierced their bodies, killing them instantly.

As the Ming cavalry charged.

They pulled their bows wildly, fired arrows without pause.

Arrows fell like rain, relentless and furious.

The Tartar soldiers stationed on the watchtowers were engulfed by the storm of arrows.

"Attack!"

"Ming troops are attacking!"

"Quickly... report to the ten-thousand-commander..."

"Shoot! Fire arrows to hold them back!"

On the watchtowers.

Many Tartar scouts frantically rang the small bells.

The sound spread rapidly through the entire tribe.

Along with their panicked screams.

The Jianzhou Tartar tribe had long dwelled in the northeast borderlands of the Great Ming; though nominally subordinate to the Yuan court, they had never faced war—especially those in the heart of their territory, which had rarely seen conflict.

Today’s Ming assault left them utterly terrified.

"This is bad."

"The Ming didn’t attack from the southern tribes—they circled around to strike our northern tribe."

"Rally the troops immediately! Report to General Agunu!"

The Tartar commander stationed in the tribe shouted urgently.

In chaos.

The Tartar soldiers within the tribe awoke from sleep and scrambled to gather.

The entire tribe descended into turmoil.

Outside the Tartar tribe’s front, countless Tartar soldiers gathered, drawing bows and firing arrows into the night, unable to even see their targets.

Their defense was pathetic.

"Soldiers, follow me and kill!"

Zhu Ying led the charge, gripping a steel longsword in both hands, eyes fixed ahead.

Arrows flew from within—he slashed with his steel blade, instantly cutting down every incoming arrow.

As they neared the main gate of the Tartar tribe, the wooden gate was shut, blocked by multiple barricades.

"Cut!"

Zhu Ying swung his battle sword.

Even beneath the night sky, his immense strength made the blade glow with brilliant light.

A sharp cracking sound rang out.

The blade swept through.

The barricades shattered instantly; his warhorse surged forward, reaching the gate.

Dozens of Tartar soldiers stood firm, blocking the entrance to halt the Ming advance.

Zhu Ying’s gaze turned piercing as he neared the gate.

"Furious Blade Technique."

He gripped the sword tightly and slashed violently at the gate.

It looked like a single strike.

Yet the blade’s light was razor-sharp.

In the blink of an eye.

Dozens of slashes erupted forth.

In an instant.

Boom!

The massive gate exploded into dozens of splintered pieces.

"Ahh!"

The Tartar soldiers inside were thrown to the ground by the shockwave.

"Cut!"

Zhu Ying spurred his horse forward.

His steel longsword slashed down again.

Blade light rose and fell.

Several Tartar heads rolled from their bodies.

"Slay Tartar foot soldier, gain 20 points of endurance."

"Slay Tartar foot soldier, gain 20 points of strength..."

A series of alerts.

Zhu Ying swung his blade relentlessly, cutting down enemies.

With his strength of over six hundred jin, every slash carried unmatched force, howling with wind.

Where the blade passed, Tartar soldiers crumbled like ants—bodies shattered, limbs torn apart; even when the edge missed, the sheer force of the blade’s back crushed them to death.

One slash killed several Tartars.

Fierce, invincible.

"Ming soldiers!"

"Follow me—slaughter every enemy!"

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying raised his blood-smeared sword and roared.

His voice exploded like thunder beneath the night sky.

At this moment.

The fifty personal guards behind Zhu Ying lit torches—guiding lights for the four thousand soldiers.

"Follow the Garrison Commander!"

"Kill!"

Battalion Commanders Wei Quan, Zhuang Wei, and others roared.

"Follow the Garrison Commander—kill!"

Four thousand Ming soldiers roared, gripping their longswords and spears tightly.

From scattered formations, they coalesced into a single long dragon, following their commander into the Tartar tribe.

Zhu Ying had torn open the main gate—the Ming cavalry poured through.

"Kill! Kill!"

"Slaughter every Tartar..."

Countless Ming soldiers roared, killing any Tartar they saw.

Soldier or civilian—no distinction.

This was Zhu Ying’s order.

Once inside the tribe, all were enemies—how could you tell in the dark?

If they were Tartar, kill them.

This was the battlefield.

It was this cruel.

"Kill!"

Zhu Ying swung his blade wildly.

He cut down one Tartar after another.

As his attributes surged rapidly, Zhu Ying grew fiercer with every battle.

As he charged into the tribe’s encampment.

Perhaps Zhu Ying’s soldiers did not realize that after following him into this tribe, their strength, combat prowess, and morale had all reached a peak—they fought with greater power, even deep within enemy territory, without a trace of fear.

This was the effect of Zhu Ying’s authority seal.

Commanding his troops increased their combat power, morale, and endurance—endurance being physical strength.

As the Ming cavalry stormed in.

The entire barbarian tribe echoed with shouts of battle, slaughter, and screams.

The Blue Banner Chief’s tribe.

“Report!”

“Your General, I bring urgent news.”

“Disaster has struck!”

“A swift report from the northern tribe: Ming forces have attacked our encampment. Your General, send reinforcements at once!”

A Tartar courier burst into A Gunu’s tent, shouting the news.

Inside the tent.

A Gunu was riding hard, enjoying himself immensely.

The sudden shout startled him to a halt.

Though furious, upon hearing the Ming had attacked, A Gunu dared not delay—he suppressed his rage and desire, swiftly sheathed his spear, and strode out of the tent.

“What’s happened?”

A Gunu asked coldly.

“Your General.”

“Ming forces have launched a surprise attack on the northern tribe.”

The courier knelt on the ground to report.

“How could they possibly attack our northern tribe? That’s our heartland—don’t they fear being surrounded?” A Gunu frowned, deeply puzzled.

He had already assumed.

If the Ming were to strike, they would begin from the southern tribe; thus, he had stationed heavy forces there, and also deployed troops to the east and west.

Should the Ming attack the southern tribe, all three tribes could rush to reinforce at once.

“What is the Ming’s true intention?”

“Are they trying to draw our attention away?” A Gunu pondered, utterly unable to fathom the Ming’s strategy.

“Send men!”

“Dispatch five thousand troops to reinforce the northern tribe at once!” A Gunu decided after a moment’s thought.

But then—

“Report!”

“Your General, I bring urgent news.”

“Ming forces are attacking the southern tribe!”

Another courier sprinted in to report.

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