Chapter 29: Slaughter Through, Exterminate Countless!

Upon hearing this report.

Agunu, who had just ordered reinforcements to the northern tribe, turned pale.

“Wait—don’t issue the order.”

Agunu immediately halted the general preparing to dispatch troops to reinforce the northern tribe.

“General, why?” the Tartar general asked, confused.

“Originally, I couldn’t understand why the Ming army would attack from the northern tribe—it’s our heartland. Once we detected them, we could simply deploy sufficient forces to encircle and annihilate them; they’d have nowhere to flee.”

“But now I understand.”

“The force attacking our northern tribe is a decoy—a ruse.”

“The Ming army’s true objective is to concentrate their strength and strike our southern tribe.” Agunu’s face lit up with sudden realization, as if he had seen through the Ming army’s trick.

“Then, General, what should we do?”

Several Tartar generals standing nearby asked respectfully.

“Increase troops to defend the southern tribe,” Agunu said without hesitation.

“Yes.”

The Tartar generals swiftly departed to mobilize their forces.

“Ming army.”

“I, Agunu, am the tribe chief’s most trusted warrior. You thought to lure me into reinforcing the northern tribe, then strike the southern tribe with greater force? Clever plan—but you’ve been seen through.”

“Though we’ve suffered minor losses at your hands, compared to the Great Yuan’s destruction of your Ming state, they’re trivial.”

“Once the Great Yuan breaks through your Danning, our tribe will raise all our weapons, storm the Central Plains, and seize everything you Ming possess.”

Greed surged in Agunu’s eyes.

…

Eyes turned back!

The Tartar northern tribe.

This tribe numbered no less than twenty to thirty thousand—substantial in size.

At this moment, Zhu Ying continued his furious charge; his battle sword had not stopped swinging since he breached the tribe.

He slashed down every Tartar he saw, showing no mercy.

“Slain Tartar foot soldier: +20 Strength.”

“Slain Tartar foot soldier: +40 Lifespan.”

…

“Host’s all attributes exceed 600 points: reward—Common Chest granted.”

The interface notified him.

In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Zhu Ying had slain countless Tartars; his all attributes rose directly.

At the moment his all attributes advanced, it felt like leveling up—his entire being was purified, all fatigue vanished.

“Brothers.”

“Burn this Tartar tribe.”

“Kill.”

Zhu Ying roared.

His sword swung wildly, slaughtering furiously.

Kill every Tartar.

The attributes he gained filled him with exhilaration.

Behind Zhu Ying,

in the darkness, dozens of torches blazed brightly; thousands of Ming soldiers surged forward, guided by those flames, slaughtering wildly.

Hearing Zhu Ying’s command,

many personal guards immediately lit their carried torches and firebrands, hurling them at the Tartar tents.

In the blink of an eye,

flames erupted throughout the Tartar tribe.

“Where are our warriors?”

“Why aren’t they fighting back?”

“Damned Ming people…”

“Spare us…”

The Tartars inside the tribe screamed in terror, begging for their warriors to save them—but their cries only fueled the Ming soldiers’ slaughter.

Slaughter.

Fierce slaughter!

The Ming cavalry surged like a killing dragon, rampaging through the tribe, slaughtering without mercy.

Zhu Ying was the dragon’s head—his blade swept through, countless Tartars falling beneath it.

Shouts of battle, screams of the dying.

The crackling roar of burning flames.

Shattered the silence beneath the night sky.

The Tartar northern tribe was thrown into chaos by Zhu Ying’s assault, slaughtered in countless numbers, corpses littering the ground.

Blue Banner Tribe.

“General.”

“Something’s wrong.”

“The Ming army in the southern tribe only probed briefly, fired a few arrows, then withdrew—never launched a real attack. What’s their intent?” A Tartar general respectfully reported to Agunu.

Agunu frowned: “What is the Ming army’s true intention?”

“Report!”

“Northern tribe requests aid!”

“The Ming army has breached the tribe—our people are being slaughtered, rivers of blood flow!”

“Your command, General.”

A Tartar messenger from the northern tribe arrived before Agunu, his voice trembling with grief.

“What?”

Agunu’s face turned ashen.

“Did I fall for their trap?”

“The Ming army never intended to attack the southern tribe—it was the northern tribe all along?” Agunu’s heart lurched with alarm.

“Quickly.”

“Deploy troops immediately—I’m going to reinforce the northern tribe.”

Agunu realized his mistake.

He gave the order at once.

He himself sprinted toward his warhorse, leaping onto its back.

Time slipped by!

The night gradually faded; dawn began to break.

When Agunu arrived at the northern tribe with his troops, his face was grim.

Tents burned everywhere; corpses lay everywhere; people wailed everywhere.

The entire tribe seemed utterly destroyed.

“Ming people—how dare you!”

Agunu’s eyes blazed with fury, his voice hoarse and thick with hatred.

“General.”

“The Ming army launched a night raid on our tribe.”

“We’ve suffered catastrophic losses—over ten thousand of our people dead.”

A Tartar general, face etched with sorrow, reported to Agunu.

“How many Ming soldiers attacked last night?” Agunu growled.

“W-we don’t know.”

“The Ming army stormed in and slaughtered—like a long dragon.”

“We couldn’t stop them,” the Liushou Tartar general replied, terrified.

“Though the northern tribe had only a few thousand troops, you couldn’t even hold back a single Ming soldier?” Agunu’s gaze turned icy.

“I… I…”

The Tartar general was utterly terrified, unable to speak.

The Ming attack came too fast, and the tribe had been unprepared; once the camp was breached, everyone panicked, unable to organize any meaningful resistance.

This was the consequence of an unguarded camp being overrun.

“Pursue.”

“Nu A Lin.”

“Chase them!”

"Tear these Ming soldiers into a thousand pieces."

"They have penetrated deep into our tribe’s heartland—they cannot escape."

"Catch up to them while it is still day," Agunu roared.

"Yes."

A Tartar officer immediately replied.

He then led his troops in pursuit along the direction the Ming soldiers had fled.

"Ming soldiers. Ming state."

"I will make you pay with blood for every drop of blood spilled," Agunu spat in hatred.

Seeing the devastation of this tribe—nearly half of it reduced to ashes—how could he not hate?

And twenty miles north of this northern tribe, on the northern frontier.

Still within the territory controlled by the Jianzhou Tartars.

"Stop."

Zhu Ying raised his hand.

He pulled his warhorse to a halt.

"Stop."

The battalion commanders all gave orders at once, and the thousands of Ming cavalrymen halted their rapid advance.

Looking at them now,

each was clad in bloodstained armor, weapons slick with blood.

They looked like an army risen from the depths of hell.

"Count the numbers."

Zhu Ying wheeled his horse around and shouted loudly.

"Count by company."

"Report immediately."

The battalion commanders also barked orders at once.

Immediately,

the counting began.

……

(End of Chapter)