Chapter 49: Ten Thousand Horses Charge, Aha Chu in Terror!

This charge into the camp!

Unprecedented.

Zhu Ying commanded only three thousand troops, yet under the thunder of ten thousand horses, they unleashed the fury of a force numbering in the tens of thousands.

“Brothers.”

“Loose arrows.”

Zhu Ying roared.

He gripped his carved bow.

Raised the angle.

Fired at the Tartar clan’s encampment.

“Kill!!”

Shouts of battle rose to the heavens.

Countless random arrows, mingled with the battle cries, arced into the sky and rained down upon the Tartar encampment.

Beneath the night sky.

Within the encampment, countless Tartars fled in panic, while death lurked everywhere in the darkness.

Arrows fell like rain.

“Ah… ah…”

Many fleeing Tartars had no chance to react before they were pierced and slain by the hail of arrows.

The Tartar soldiers, faced with this charging onslaught, were helpless; their defenses shattered instantly under the stampede, and countless Tartars were trampled and crushed to death.

Zhu Ying led his troops into the heart of the Tartar encampment.

Charging forward with the stampede of ten thousand horses.

Compared to previous assaults, this one was far easier.

“Kill!”

Zhu Ying bellowed.

Watching Tartars scatter in all directions, he swung his battle blade wildly.

Each slash brought down one or even several Tartars.

“Slain Tartar soldier: +10 Qi, +10 days of lifespan.”

“Slain Tartar soldier: +10 Strength, +15 days of lifespan.”

“Slain Tartar soldier…”

System prompts echoed continuously.

With Zhu Ying’s total attributes now exceeding one thousand, the attribute gains from killing enemies had diminished, but he gained a new bonus: lifespan, separate from attribute gains—each enemy slain granted him a fixed amount of lifespan.

“Brothers.”

“Stick to the old rule: don’t linger in combat—press straight for the Tartar chieftain’s main tent.”

“If you kill a few Tartar officers or their leader, that’s real merit.” Zhu Ying roared.

After the stampede of ten thousand horses.

Zhu Ying still led the charge.

Behind him, three thousand troops followed, charging as relentlessly as ever.

Of course.

The greatest weapon in this assault was still the stampede of ten thousand horses driven by the Great Ming soldiers.

Terrified horses charged like beasts—how much more so with ten thousand of them?

The warhorses surged into the Tartar encampment, rampaging wildly, bringing slaughter equal to that of ten thousand troops.

The entire clan settlement was a scene of horror and ruin, filled with wails and screams.

Inside the encampment!

The chieftain’s tent.

“What is it?”

Aha Chu jolted awake from his bed, his face twisted in terror as he stared toward the tent’s entrance.

Such a loud noise.

Such a tremendous commotion.

Aha Chu could not possibly have missed it.

“Chieftain.”

“The Ming army has attacked our encampment.”

“Please, Chieftain, give orders.”

A personal guard rushed to the tent’s entrance and shouted the report.

“How is this possible?”

“Aren’t they dozens of li away, at another clan?”

“Why are they suddenly here at our encampment?”

Aha Chu’s expression grew panicked.

Right now, nearly ninety-five percent of his clan’s forces were deployed under Agunu to encircle Zhu Ying, dozens of li from the encampment—all foot soldiers. To ensure Agunu completed the encirclement, Aha Chu had even given him his final two thousand elite cavalry.

Now his encampment held only five to six thousand armored troops—how could they resist?

“Chieftain.”

“The Ming army… they’re charging with ten thousand horses.”

“Their numbers may exceed ten thousand.”

“Please, Chieftain, flee at once—there’s no time to lose.”

The guard shouted.

“Over ten thousand?”

Aha Chu’s face turned ashen: “Didn’t Agunu say the Ming army had only a few thousand? How could there be ten thousand?”

“The Ming force attacking our encampment exceeds ten thousand—perhaps more.”

“Please, Chieftain, flee at once.” The guard shouted.

“Agunu, you’ve betrayed me.”

Aha Chu cursed angrily.

He leapt up, snatched his sword, and ran out of the tent.

“Withdraw! Gather all personal guards—flee!” Aha Chu dared not linger a moment longer—he shouted at once.

But now.

For the Ming army, bolstered by the stampede of ten thousand horses, escape seemed already too late.

Where the stampede passed.

Everything lay in ruin.

The Tartar clan’s tents, built without a single stone or brick, could not withstand the charge of ten thousand horses.

Beneath the storm of the stampede.

The path ahead was unobstructed; Zhu Ying led his troops forward, slashing with their blades, cutting down the terrified Tartars.

“Set fire!”

“Destroy everything you can.”

Zhu Ying roared.

“We obey the Garrison Commander’s orders!”

Countless soldiers behind Zhu Ying shouted in unison.

Then many pulled out pre-prepared fire-starters, lit them, and hurled them at the Tartar tents across the encampment.

Instantly.

Flames erupted skyward throughout the Tartar encampment.

Just like the Tartar Blue Banner clan Zhu Ying had previously destroyed.

Zhu Ying led his troops in charge, killing enemies and setting fires simultaneously.

He showed no restraint whatsoever.

Outside the chieftain’s tent.

Aha Chu staggered out, his appearance disheveled; thousands of personal guards had already gathered outside.

These were the last remaining troops left to defend the encampment—the rest had likely been scattered by the Ming warhorses.

“Chieftain.”

“Your horse is ready—please mount and flee at once.”

The lead personal guard, a Battalion Commander, shouted.

Aha Chu said nothing—he hurried toward the horse.

But suddenly!

Taptap.

Taptaptap.

The sound of countless hooves pounding forward came rushing in.

Aha Chu turned in panic toward the sound and instantly turned pale: “Defend quickly!”

“Shoot arrows now!”

In sight!

Countless warhorses, like mad demons, charged wildly forward.

Facing this onslaught.

Thousands of Tatar personal guards around Aha Chu raised their spears and formed a defensive ring around him.

At the same time, they rapidly loosed arrows at the charging warhorses.

Their formation of thousands looked formidable.

But against this tide of ten thousand galloping horses, their resistance was negligible.

Because behind them, Zhu Ying and thousands of Great Ming soldiers were driving them forward with full force—these uncontrolled horses had no choice but to charge, hurling themselves recklessly into the fray.

“Ahh… ahh…”

“We can’t hold them!”

“Protect the chieftain!”

“Raise shields…”

“Get torches!”

“Hurry…!”

Facing the onslaught of countless warhorses.

Around the chieftain’s encampment, chaos and carnage reigned—countless Tatar soldiers were instantly flung into the air and trampled to death.

His thousand-man defense, against this tide of ten thousand galloping horses, felt like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

When the tide of ten thousand horses had passed.

Screams echoed continuously.

Countless Tatar soldiers lay writhing on the ground in agony, yet the warhorses kept charging, still raging forward.

Trampling over them.

Around Aha Chu, fewer than a few hundred soldiers remained, holding shields and using torches to barely shield him from the stampede.

After all, whether warhorses or wild beasts, they still feared fire.

But.

Even if they barely held on and survived the stampede.

After the stampede had passed.

Their true crisis arrived.

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