Chapter 35

Zhu Ying spurred his horse and charged.

Killing enemies without pause.

Under his currently powerful attribute strength, he had far surpassed ordinary people; not to mention a match for ten thousand, Zhu Ying absolutely possessed the strength of a match for a thousand.

Even if trapped in a siege of a thousand men, Zhu Ying could still fight his way out.

Of course.

If it were a thousand archers firing arrows from a certain distance, that would still be tough.

Driven by Zhu Ying.

Thousands of Great Ming soldiers were also valiant and fearless, frantically beating the drowning dog, frantically slaughtering these Tatars who had lost their morale.

A great battle of less than half an hour.

This place was already covered in corpses, along with thousands of warhorses that had lost their masters.

"Host's total attributes exceeded 800 points, rewarded with one ordinary treasure chest."

"Host's total attributes exceeded 900 points, rewarded with one ordinary treasure chest."

The panel notified.

After this battle.

Zhu Ying did not know how many Tatars he had killed; conservatively, it was at least two hundred or more, perhaps even more; this was his true combat power fully unleashed, without holding anything back.

This kind of combat power also made every soldier under his command deeply convinced.

"Breaking a thousand points in total attributes is in sight."

"When the total attributes break a thousand, I wonder what kind of changes the attributes will undergo." A hint of joy also appeared on Zhu Ying's face.

However.

Zhu Ying did not remain silent; he regained his composure and took a look around.

On this battlefield, corpses were everywhere.

Nine out of ten were Tatar corpses, and there were warhorses wandering all over the battlefield.

Still standing on the battlefield were thousands of blood-stained Great Ming cavalrymen, each panting heavily, and some were pursuing the fleeing Tatars.

"Do not pursue a desperate foe."

Zhu Ying shouted loudly.

Hearing this.

Many Battalion Commanders also shouted one after another: "The Garrison Commander has ordered, do not pursue a desperate foe."

Under the restraint of the Battalion Commanders, those pursuing soldiers also returned one after another.

"Brothers."

"This batch of Tatars is a dispersed group, this place is not suitable for a long stay."

"Listen to my command."

"Quickly rescue the wounded soldiers, and tie the fallen soldiers onto horses with ropes; even if they die in battle, I, Zhu Ying, will not let their remains be left in this foreign land."

"I, Zhu Ying, promise that whether dead or alive, I will definitely bring my brothers home." Zhu Ying ordered the Battalion Commanders and the surrounding soldiers, very seriously.

In this foreign land, he had killed so many Tatars.

If he left the soldiers' corpses behind, Zhu Ying could even imagine what kind of cruel treatment they would suffer.

Zhu Ying could not bear to let his comrades, who had lived and died together, be left in a foreign land and have their bodies humiliated.

Hearing Zhu Ying's words.

The surrounding soldiers' gazes toward Zhu Ying changed, becoming more respectful, more convinced, and of course, there was also their heartfelt identification.

At this moment.

They understood the young Garrison Commander's heart of living and dying together with his comrades.

This was worth them following to the death.

"Respectfully obey the Garrison Commander's order."

All the surrounding soldiers shouted in unison, their voices loud, all expressing their identification and conviction in Zhu Ying.

"Zhang Wu, Wei Quan."

Zhu Ying called out again.

"Please give your orders, Garrison Commander." The two responded immediately.

"The Tatars' warhorses cannot be abandoned; these warhorses have already been tamed, we will take them all away, and we can rotate warhorses when the time comes."

"Collect all the arrows on these Tatars, they cannot be wasted."

"Get all the brothers moving, we must evacuate within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, otherwise we will be bitten by the Tatars' reinforcements."

"Also, there are definitely some Tatars among these corpses feigning death, remember not to be hurt by them; if you find anyone feigning death, kill them immediately." Zhu Ying said in a deep voice.

"Subordinates obey."

The two responded immediately.

There were at least three or four thousand warhorses scattered on this battlefield.

There were nearly four thousand Tatar corpses on the ground.

The results of this great battle could be said to be remarkable.

After giving all the instructions.

Looking at the mess around the battlefield.

Looking at his own blood-stained armor, Zhu Ying could not help but feel a bit dazed.

"Without realizing it, I have been in the army for nearly five months."

"Half a year is approaching."

"From a commoner to the current acting Garrison Commander."

"As long as I survive this ordeal, at least the position of Garrison Commander can be confirmed, and after that, as long as I frantically harass the Tatars, battle merits will be in hand."

"And in this process, my total attributes will at least be able to break through a thousand."

"However."

"I must still do my best to bring these brothers who follow me back."

"As long as the Tatars' cavalry strength is wiped out, it will be much easier later." Zhu Ying thought secretly in his heart.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Garrison Commander."

"Everything is ready."

"We can evacuate at any time." Several Battalion Commanders came forward to report.

"Good."

Zhu Ying nodded, scanned the area, and the soldiers had already mounted their horses, and those Tatar warhorses had also been driven together, and those fallen soldiers had also been tied to the warhorses.

"Pass the order down, continue heading north." Zhu Ying ordered loudly.

"Respectfully obey the Garrison Commander's order."

All the soldiers responded in unison.

Following that.

Zhu Ying spurred his horse and continued to charge toward the north.

All the soldiers followed one after another.

With the departure of the Great Ming soldiers, only corpses and many dead warhorses remained on this battlefield.

Extremely bloody and cruel.

Less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn after Zhu Ying left.

Clip-clop.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

From the south.

Thousands of Tatar cavalrymen swept over.

When they saw the bloodiness of the battlefield ahead.

The leading Tatar commander waved his hand: "Stop."

All the Tatar soldiers looked over, and every one of their expressions was very ugly.

"How many people does the Ming army have?" The Tatar Ten-Thousand-Man Commander asked in a deep voice.

"Re... reporting to the Ten-Thousand-Man Commander."

"The Ming army's strength should be five thousand, no... more than five thousand, at least seven or eight thousand people."

A Tatar Thousand-Man Commander who had luckily escaped replied with a trembling voice.

"Seven or eight thousand people?"

A ferocious look appeared on the Tatar Ten-Thousand-Man Commander's face: "Our tribe's five thousand warriors couldn't even hold them for half an hour? Only less than a thousand of the five thousand warriors escaped?"

"Ten-Thousand-Man Commander."

"The Ming army is very strong."

"Their main general is a demon; he is not afraid of bows and arrows, not afraid of swords and spears; hundreds of our lads died at his hands alone."

"And... and the Five-Thousand-Man Commander."

"All died at his hands."

"And those Ming soldiers are all crazy, they are not afraid of death..."

The escaped Thousand-Man Commander reported with a trembling voice.

"Shut up."

The Ten-Thousand-Man Commander shouted coldly.

After scanning the area, he said loudly: "See if there are any living lads."

"Yes."

Many Tatar soldiers dismounted one after another and ran toward this bloody battlefield.

At this time!

A Tatar came over with their battle flag.

"Ten-Thousand-Man Commander."

"This... there are characters left by the Ming army on our battle flag." The Tatar soldier held up the battle flag in his hand and respectfully handed it to the Tatar Ten-Thousand-Man Commander.

The Ten-Thousand-Man Commander took it and looked, then immediately asked loudly: "Is there anyone who knows Chinese characters?"

"Subordinate knows."

A Tatar immediately ran forward.

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