Daming: From the Son of Heaven to the Leader of Comprehensive Martial Arts

As well as Mo Ya, Ying Ge, Hong ^, and Bai Feng, the four leaders, commanding three thousand Xichang Fanzi, riding the fastest horse, holding the sharpest knife, all of them are full of enthusiasm.

They were all reckless in the world, but they also understood the righteousness of the nation.

Everyone knows that it is their supreme honor and pride to be able to devote themselves to this kind of war, serve the country, and relieve His Majesty's worries.

This battle is successful, the name will go down in history, and the lintel of glory will shine!

Moreover, they might be able to take advantage of this credit to get a glimpse of the sky and get in touch with the most powerful man in the world!

Emperor Ming Dynasty!

This is their supreme glory!

Ma Jinliang, the leader of the first stage, Tan Luzi, the leader of the second stage, Ji Xueyong, the leader of the third stage, Su Huirong, the first female killer of Xichang, and the four leaders of Mo Ya, Yingge, Hong^, and Baifeng, are all excited.

They want to have an audience with the master of the world.

However, they could not go empty-handed. The heads of the leaders of the Twelve Oirat tribes were the best gift for them to meet His Majesty.

Perhaps, only in this way can that man smile and gain that man's attention.

"Let's go."

Yuhuatian, whose characters are like gold, folded the imperial decree of the emperor, put it in his arms, and took the lead in crossing the most important pass in the world, entering the desert, and killing the grassland.

On the Xiongguan Ancient Road, three thousand Xichang Fanzi were galloping like lightning, and their horses neighed, setting off a trail of smoke and dust, heading straight for the base camp of the twelve tribes of the Wara royal family.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

On the vast prairie, there was a sudden cry of killing, which shook the sky and the earth, and shot straight into the sky.

The three thousand masters from Xichang suddenly appeared on the prairie like magic soldiers, and the left-behind troops of the twelve tribes of the Wara royal family were out of their reach.

"Don't mess up!"

"Boys, mount your horses and raise your scimitars."

"Follow this general to kill the enemy!"

An Oirat general with a beard on his face was riding a horse, waving a knife while shouting in panic, trying to organize effective resistance.

Yu Huatian took the lead and charged straight away, as fast as lightning, almost in the blink of an eye, the left-behind general was blocked by his sword.

"kill!"

Yu Huatian raised his saber, and shouted loudly like a bell, it was deafening.

On his handsome face, the expression was still indifferent, graceful and luxurious, like a snow lotus blooming on Tianshan Mountain, not stained with dust.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The three thousand Xichang Fanzi were like tigers, leopards and wolves, shouting and killing one after another, and rushed straight to the court of Wala. Wherever they passed, no one was left behind, men, women, children, cattle, sheep and livestock.

Kill anything alive!

For many years, these Yuanmeng barbarian slaves have been harassing the border of Daming, trampling on the common people of Ming, and treating the common people of Ming as prey.

All the people of Great Ming would not want to kill them and then hurry up!

Now, it's time to pay the debt in blood!

"Ah, ah, ah!"

There were screams on the grassland, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.

In just three days, the blood stained the prairie land red!

This is a group of real tiger wolves.

It can be said that it is inhumane to kill with red eyes!

As early as when they were still heroes in the forest, they had already killed people like hemp.The difference is that killing people back then was committing a crime, but now killing people is establishing immortal feats!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's not good..."

A Wala general rushed into the king's account in a hurry.

"Why are you so flustered!"

In the royal court, Emperor Wala Qi Mu'er was covering his bleeding ears, turned his head, and questioned the general angrily.

Obviously, he is in a very bad mood right now.

On Wang Teng, lay the corpse of a woman in scantily clad clothes, bleeding profusely, who had been stabbed into the chest by him and died.

"This Daming woman who doesn't know what is good or bad, it is your great blessing that I am lucky to be with you. How dare you refuse to obey and bite my ear."

"Damn it!"

Qi Mu'er muttered and cursed non-stop, as if he couldn't let go of his hatred, he stabbed the corpse several times before giving up.

This is Grand Master Wala who also led the army to go south, and the captured Daming woman was one of the top ten beauties dedicated to him. It is unexpected that she is so ignorant of current affairs.

"Give me two more Daming women!"

Qi Mu'er raised his head and ordered coldly.

The old saying is indeed true, one side of water and soil supports one side of people, and the women of Daming are really watery, and the women on the grassland are simply incomparable.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong. All those prisoners were rescued."

"Right now, there is a Ming army that is heading towards the royal court. It is unstoppable like a bandit. They will kill me when they see me."

"Your Majesty, please get on your horse quickly and head north to avoid disaster."

General Wala trembled tremblingly, his teeth chattered even when he spoke.

It was terrible, that group of people were extremely ferocious, even cattle, sheep and animals were not spared, just like the legendary demon gods, extremely ferocious, wanting to devour everything.

"what?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"I, Wala, have always hunted the Central Plains. When did the Ming army dare to invade my grassland?"

Hatake was stunned in surprise.

At this moment, a tragic cry sounded outside the king's tent. It was a handsome and extraordinary white-robed general who stepped on the king's court!

Hatake turned pale with shock.

However, before he could speak, a sharp knife had already cut his throat, and blood spurted out.

"Damn it first, you...you mistook me for Wala..."

Qi Mu'er cursed intermittently, fell to the ground and died.

Without blinking his eyes, Yu Huatian turned his horse's head with no expression on his face, and walked out of the Vala Royal Court, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

In the face of blood, arrogance and indifference are still his unchanging symbols.

"Son of a bitch, should have died long ago."

A Xichang fan stepped forward, chopped off Hata Muer's head, kicked it, and then lifted it up and tied it to the saddle.

There are already two heads hanging there, the heads of the leaders of the other two tribes among the Twelve Oirat Royal Clans.

Between ten days.

Yuhuatian led the three thousand soldiers from Xichang, chasing death and chasing the north, crossing the grasslands, fighting for more than three thousand miles, and killing people everywhere.

On the magnificent grassland, a long river runs across and an ancient monument stands tall.

"Master Governor, this big river is Jiuquan."

"Back then, when Huo Qubing traveled across the desert, it was here that he poured the fine wine bestowed by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty into this big river, and drank it with the soldiers of the three armies, so the river was named Jiuquan."

"Look at that ancient monument, Huo Qubing used to worship the heaven and the earth here, and sealed the wolf to live here."

"It has been more than 1000 years, and it was my Ming Dynasty who stepped into this land again."

Su Huirong, the number one female killer of Xichang, sat astride the horse and said, at the moment she is heroic, unyielding, and full of pride.

"The whole army dismounts!"

At Yuhuatian's order, the three thousand Xichang Fanzi dismounted in unison, and erected thirteen spears by the river, hanging the heads of Emperor Wala and the leaders of the twelve royal tribes.

Worship the heavens and drink booze.

Yuhuatian, who had always been as indifferent as ice, couldn't help being touched at this moment.

This magnificent grassland will be my Daming grassland!

This vast land will be my Daming's land!

And he, Yuhuatian, made an incomparable miraculous achievement based on this battle, which will surely be recorded in the annals of history and his name will last forever.

If it can last forever, who wants to leave a bad smell forever?

"Although I, Yuhuatian, am an eunuch, I have noble ambitions. I would like to thank Your Majesty for giving me the opportunity to make such immortal feats."

Yu Huatian bowed to the sky, then stood up, tore off the blood-stained brocade robe on his body, and threw himself into the river.

This is not a eunuch, but a handsome and romantic general.

"Da Ming is mighty, Your Majesty will last forever!"

"Da Ming is mighty, Your Majesty will last forever!"

The soldiers of the three armies were all infected by Yuhuatian. While drinking recklessly, they raised their blunted swords and shook them, and the sound of shouts resounded through the grassland.

Chapter 7 The Empress Dowager Sun's Attitude towards Empress Li

The grasslands have been stained red with blood, and the border gates are in battle, but inside the imperial palace of the Ming Empire, there is a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

Cining Palace.

This is the bedroom of Zhu Qizhen's birth mother, the Empress Dowager Sun.

"Report to the Empress Dowager, Mr. Jizong, grandson of Huichang, seeks an audience."

"Let him in."

Empress Dowager Sun put down the teacup in her hand and sighed softly.

Sun Jizong is her elder brother.

Empress Dowager Sun didn't need to think about it, she knew that his elder brother came here to visit her younger sister in name, but actually came for his daughter's marriage.

A middle-aged man with half-hundred hair walked into the Compassion Palace. He didn't wear an official uniform, but dressed normally.

Beside him, there is a beautiful girl, wearing a long pink dress, elegant and refined, radiant, like a peony out of water.

"My minister pays homage to the Queen Mother."

Although they are brothers and sisters, there are differences between monarchs and ministers, and Sun Jizong still has to behave in a respectful manner.

"Aunt, Keqing has come to see you."

The young girl walked over with a sweet smile, she was not restrained at all, she obviously went in and out of the palace frequently, she was looking around, as if she was looking for something.

"Don't look, your cousin is not here."

Empress Dowager Sun shook her head with a sigh and took a sip of tea.

"Cousin is the king of a country, and now he is in charge, but Qing knows that he is busy with state affairs..."

When Sun Keqing was said to be the center of the matter, she couldn't help but blushed, and hurried to Empress Dowager Sun's side, took Empress Dowager Sun's arm, and said coquettishly, "I'm here to visit my aunt."

"Don't be rude."

Sun Jizong glared at his daughter, and said angrily, "How many times have I told you, father, that you must be solemn and abide by etiquette when you enter the palace."

He often deliberately got his daughter into the palace, in the name of visiting the queen mother, hoping to meet the emperor from time to time and win the emperor's favor.

If Sun Keqing can marry Zhu Qizhen, then his Sun family will have two descendants, and the family status will reach an unprecedented peak.

"Humph."

Sun Keqing snorted disapprovingly, and ignored her father's words.

Seeing this, Sun Jizong had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

He also knew that his daughter had a shy appearance, and the only thing that dissatisfied him was that she was spoiled since she was a child, and she was too playful.

"It's okay, the Ai family thinks that Keqing's behavior is very good, and I don't have any identity with the Ai family."