Chapter 78: SLAY THE NORTHERN YUAN PRINCE AND COMMANDER—SHAKING THE ENTIRE ARMY!

Looking at the general’s mansion before him, Zhu Ying’s gaze grew fiery.

Kill the enemy commander!

To claim full credit for the fall of Jincheng—that was his goal.

“Brothers, kill!”

Zhu Ying roared and pressed forward, slashing through the enemy.

His target was clear: the general’s mansion of Jincheng.

Ahead of Zhu Ying, the Yuan troops scattered and fled, crammed together in utter chaos.

At that moment!

From within the general’s mansion.

“I am here.”

“My Yuan sons, form ranks and fight! Battle the Ming to the death!” Mang Jier bellowed.

That cry.

Instantly drew the eyes of every fleeing Yuan soldier, drawing their gazes together.

“Our Yuan and the Ming are mortal enemies. Captured by the Ming, you will surely die.”

“To fight the Ming is the blood and spirit of our Yuan steppe sons.”

“All my sons, listen: kill!”

Mang Jier shouted again.

In response.

From behind him.

Thousands of his personal guards surged out of the mansion, cutting off the fleeing Yuan soldiers’ retreat while charging straight toward the pursuing Ming troops.

“The Prince’s order!”

“Anyone who flees—executed on the spot.”

“Those who fight the Ming to the death—merit rewarded; your families shall be blessed by the Yuan.”

“Kill!”

The personal guards blocking the retreat roared.

Forcing the fleeing Yuan soldiers to turn and fight.

Seeing this.

The Yuan soldiers could only turn back.

Meanwhile, Mang Jier’s two thousand personal guards charged straight toward Zhu Ying.

“Kill!”

“Fight the Ming to the death!”

“Kill—!”

Mang Jier’s personal guards roared, raising their swords as they charged.

“The Prince?”

“He’s a royal prince.”

“No wonder his guards have such morale.”

Watching the Yuan commander quickly rally the fleeing troops, his personal guards charging to meet them, and hearing their cries of “Prince!”

Zhu Ying did not panic—his heart burned hotter.

The Yuan commander holding Jincheng was clearly of high rank—his value was greater.

“Where are the soldiers of Great Ming?”

Zhu Ying raised his Qinghong Sword, its cold light slicing the air, his voice booming like a war cry across the mansion grounds.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Behind Zhu Ying, tens of thousands of soldiers roared, their bloodlust boundless.

“Form front and rear ranks!”

“Front line—follow me and slaughter these barbarians!”

“Rear line—loose arrows!”

“Kill!”

Zhu Ying bellowed.

Then charged forward.

“Brothers, kill!”

Wei Quan led the troops on horseback, charging alongside, slashing through the Yuan ranks.

The two armies collided.

The slaughter resumed.

“Fire!”

Behind them, Zhang Wu shouted, pointing his blade as his troops spread out, drawing bows and loosing arrows at the front-line Yuan soldiers.

A storm of arrows erupted.

Shiiii! Shiiii!

Shiiii! Shiiii!

Beneath the hail of arrows.

Waves of Yuan soldiers fell, pierced and drowned in pools of blood.

Zhu Ying led his troops in assault.

Qinghong Sword swung, unleashing full power.

The Yuan soldiers before him could not stop his blade.

“Slain a Northern Yuan soldier—gained 10 points of Neixi. Gained 10 days of lifespan.”

“Slain a Northern Yuan soldier—gained 10 points of Constitution...”

With each kill, attributes strengthened.

Zhu Ying’s target was clear—he locked his gaze on Mang Jier, standing before the mansion, overseeing the battle.

The Northern Yuan prince.

Kill him.

And he would claim full credit for the fall of Jincheng.

Zhu Ying charged with all his strength.

Plunged straight into the chaos of the Yuan ranks—none could stop him.

Behind him, the Ming soldiers followed closely, charging wildly.

“Grand Tutor.”

“I will not betray you.”

“Even if I die, I will perish with Jincheng.”

Watching Zhu Ying and the Ming troops draw ever closer.

Mang Jier’s eyes held unwavering resolve to die.

He drew his sword at his waist.

His massive frame radiated pressure, his sharp gaze fixed on Zhu Ying charging toward him.

“My Yuan sons—fear nothing!”

“Kill!”

Mang Jier roared, raising his blade and charging at Zhu Ying.

His personal guards surged after him.

Around the Jincheng general’s mansion, the two armies plunged into total chaos.

This battle would decide the fate of Jincheng.

And it would be the key strike breaking through Naha Chu’s defenses in Liaodong.

At this moment!

The clash of spears and steeds, the ring of steel on steel.

The gruesome sound of blades splitting bone and carving flesh.

Both armies fought desperately, giving their lives without hesitation.

“Ming general—die!”

Mang Jier swung his heavy greatsword at the charging Zhu Ying.

The blade was thick, sharp, and deadly.

Under Mang Jier’s towering frame, it felt crushing.

“Come!”

Zhu Ying sneered.

He lunged forward.

As Mang Jier’s blade came down, Zhu Ying sidestepped effortlessly.

In one motion, his Qinghong Sword stabbed forward.

A sharp *pfft* sound.

The sword blade pierced Man Jier’s chest effortlessly.

“Ah!”

Man Jier cried out in pain.

“My Lord!”

The surrounding Personal Guards, seeing this, screamed in terror.

They rushed toward Man Jier and charged at Zhu Ying.

But as they drew near,

Zhu Ying swung his sword.

One came, one fell.

Several charging Personal Guards were instantly slain.

“Who are you?”

Man Jier clutched his chest, gazing at Zhu Ying with a complex expression.

“Great Ming warrior, Zhu Ying.” Zhu Ying, sword dripping blood, stepped forward, one step at a time, toward Man Jier.

“It’s you.”

Man Jier’s eyes widened, filled with dread.

The Jianzhou Tartars could not send reinforcements because a Ming army had ravaged their territory—even their chieftain had been slain by that very Ming force.

And the Ming general commanding that army was none other than Zhu Ying.

Within Jianzhou Tartar lands, Zhu Ying’s name had spread like a taboo.

“If you have no last words, then die.”

Zhu Ying coldly ordered.

He charged at Man Jier.

“Grand Marshal.”

“I’ve ultimately disappointed you.”

“Jincheng… cannot be held…”

Man Jier’s heart was filled with bitter sorrow.

A crisp *crack*.

Zhu Ying’s sword fell.

Man Jier’s head was cleanly severed by the blade.

“Slain the Northern Yuan [Prince Yun’an Man Jier]. Gained +200 to all attributes. Reward: One Tier-I Treasure Chest.” The interface prompted.

“No wonder he’s a prince.”

“+200 to all attributes.”

“+3000 to all attributes—almost there.”

Zhu Ying’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

But,

the battlefield was paramount; Zhu Ying did not dwell on it.

“Brothers!”

“The Northern Yuan’s Prince Yun’an has been slain by me!”

“Kill every last Northern Yuan Tartar!”

“Leave none alive!”

“Kill!”

Zhu Ying raised Man Jier’s severed head high and roared.

That cry,

inspired the entire army.

That cry,

shattered the morale of the surrounding Yuan troops.

“The Prince is dead!”

“We’ve lost!”

“Run! Flee!”

“Retreat…”

The Yuan soldiers, previously held in place by Man Jier’s force, now completely broke. They fled for their lives, and even Man Jier’s Personal Guards could not stop the collapse—defeat had become a landslide.

“General, your might is unmatched!”

“Kill every Northern Yuan Tartar!”

“Kill…”

Zhu Ying’s troops roared, charged, and loosed arrows.

They struck the fleeing Yuan soldiers like wolves on wounded prey.

At this moment,

the decisive battle for Jincheng was settled!

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