Chapter 50: Kill Aha Chu! Zhu Ying: Those Who Defy the Great Ming

After the thunder of ten thousand horses.

Zhu Ying led three thousand Ming cavalry charging forward.

As he saw the dense shield wall ahead and the surrounding shouts.

Even in this chaotic environment, Zhu Ying caught one crucial phrase.

“The Tartar chieftain is here.”

Zhu Ying’s eyes lit up.

Hearing the Tartars around him shouting to protect their chieftain, how could he not understand?

The greatest glory of this raid was within reach.

Thinking of this.

Zhu Ying swept his gaze.

He immediately spotted the few hundred Tartar bodyguards holding torches and raising shields; at their center, the only one not wearing leather armor but furs, looking terrified—clearly the Tartar chieftain.

“Brothers.”

“Kill every last Tartar.”

Zhu Ying roared.

He spurred his horse straight ahead.

The fine steel longsword in his hand was primed to strike.

“Quick, kill him!”

Aha Chu, seeing Zhu Ying charging toward him, screamed in terror.

The front-line Tartar bodyguards immediately charged forward with spears.

Several spears stabbed directly at Zhu Ying.

Spears counter cavalry.

Clearly, the Tartar tribe was truly terrified of Zhu Ying like a tiger—even their bodyguards carried spears.

Facing these charging Tartar spearmen.

Zhu Ying felt no fear; their speed appeared to him like slow motion.

“Die!”

Zhu Ying swung casually—the blade flashed cold light under the night sky.

One slash cut through.

“Ahh! Aah!!”

The Tartar soldiers before him screamed as six or seven heads flew into the air; their headless bodies flew backward.

“Slain Tartar soldier: +10 internal qi, +10 days lifespan.”

“Slain Tartar soldier: +10 internal qi, +15 days lifespan.”

“Slain Tartar soldier...”

System prompts kept coming.

Zhu Ying’s warhorse kept charging forward.

Looking at the hundreds of Tartar soldiers before him, his eyes brimmed with killing intent; he licked his lips and fixed his gaze on Aha Chu, protected in the center—these were all his prey.

Under the night sky.

Aha Chu seemed to sense Zhu Ying’s bloodthirsty killing intent, and trembled all over.

“Quick, kill him!”

“Kill him for me, chieftain!” Aha Chu screamed, pointing at Zhu Ying.

“Charge!”

“Kill!”

The hundreds of bodyguards around Aha Chu all gripped their weapons and charged toward Zhu Ying and the Ming cavalry.

Yet at this moment.

On their own tribal ground, at the heart of their clan, the roles of attacker and defender had reversed.

Zhu Ying broke through first.

His personal guards followed; thousands of Ming soldiers surged forward behind him.

“Kill!”

Zhu Ying roared.

Like a tiger descending the mountain.

His longsword slashed wildly.

“Furious Blade Technique.”

Blade light flickered under the night sky.

With each slash, Zhu Ying’s speed turned one strike into ten or more.

The dozen or so charging Tartar soldiers were swallowed by blade light in an instant.

“Ahh... Ahhh...”

Continuous screams of agony.

The dozen Tartar soldiers ahead collapsed, writhing and dying in pools of blood.

“Slain Tartar soldier: +10 internal qi...”

System prompts never ceased.

Zhu Ying’s warblade swung without pause.

Warhorse charged forward.

Warblade slashed.

One Tartar soldier after another fell.

Zhu Ying was like a killing god incarnate—unstoppable, invincible.

In this close-quarters combat, in this melee of cold weapons, Zhu Ying could be called a man who could face a thousand.

As Zhu Ying charged forward.

The soldiers behind him hesitated not; especially Zhu Ying’s personal guards, anxious and desperate, galloped hard to keep pace, slashing their swords at enemies.

As Zhu Ying’s personal guards, they deeply admired their lord’s invincible ferocity—but they were also terribly burdened, for every time Zhu Ying charged, they could not catch up; their lord was simply too ferocious, perhaps needing no protection at all.

“Follow Garrison Commander!”

“Kill!”

“Kill every last damn Tartar!”

“Kill...”

Wei Quan, Luo Hua, three Battalion Commanders, and Zhang Wu, one Deputy Battalion Commander—all four roared, charging like Zhu Ying, slashing wildly, killing the Tartar soldiers without mercy.

A massacre feast.

Hundreds of Tartars faced thousands of Ming cavalry; their numbers plummeted instantly.

Zhu Ying had already broken through the Tartar lines.

Only a few zhang separated him from Aha Chu.

Seeing Zhu Ying charging toward him with sword raised.

Aha Chu gripped his sword tightly, fear flooding his eyes—he wavered between fighting and fleeing.

But seeing Zhu Ying’s ferocity, cutting down his soldiers like chopping vegetables, fear filled his heart.

No one fears death less than a chieftain—and he was no exception.

In an instant.

Aha Chu yanked the reins, spun his horse around, and tried to flee.

“Think you can run?”

“You’re my battle merit.”

“If you escape, how will I be promoted?”

Zhu Ying sneered.

He slammed his heels into his horse.

The warhorse neighed and shot forward at full speed.

As if sensing the killing intent behind him.

Aha Chu’s face turned pale—he turned back and saw Zhu Ying raising his sword, slashing toward him at terrifying speed.

“No!”

Aha Chu screamed in despair.

The next moment.

The blade came down.

A crisp crack.

Aha Chu’s final consciousness spun wildly—his head was severed clean.

Zhu Ying reached out, seized Aha Chu’s head, bloodied and dripping; to others it would be repulsive, but Zhu Ying was utterly accustomed—he hung it from his waist, solid battle merit.

He had stormed the Tartar clan’s stronghold and slain their chieftain.

Though Jianzhou Tartars were but a minor tribe, with no more than a million people, they were still a people—and such an exploit, though not equal to the great feats of crushing barbarians and sealing the Wolf’s Lair, was enough to stir the entire Great Ming with awe, achieved by a youth of such tender years with such meager forces.

"Slay the Jianzhou Tartar chieftain Aha Chu, gain +200 to all attributes, reward: one Tier-1 treasure chest."

As Aha Chu was successfully slain, the interface flashed a notification, and the reward was immediately granted.

Zhu Ying looked around at the Tartar soldiers already slaughtered, while Tartar civilians fled in all directions.

Zhu Ying raised his battle blade and roared with authority, channeling true qi into his throat, his voice echoing like thunder through the night.

"Today,"

"I, Zhu Ying, have slain your Jianzhou Tartar chieftain to avenge your invasion of Great Ming territory."

"Whoever defies the majesty of Great Ming shall be slain."

Zhu Ying roared with authority.

His voice spread in all directions.

It reached the ears of countless terrified Tartars.

Hearing Zhu Ying’s words,

shattered the morale of the fleeing Tartars.

"The chieftain is dead."

"Zhu Ying, the Ming general—he killed the chieftain."

"The chieftain is dead."

"Our clan is finished..."

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