A century-old family that runs through the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 68 Fierce Battle

The two opened up.

Yan Keng was the first to attack, without any fancy moves. He punched Zhu Neng straight at him.

With a strong back and strong waist, and strong muscles on his arms, Yan Keng has a standard martial figure except for being a little short. He is almost the opposite extreme of his older brother who is a little thin.

This punch was so powerful and heavy that an ordinary person would definitely be struck dizzy.

But Zhu Neng caught the punch with his palm. Although there was some pain, he remained expressionless and punched him in the abdomen with his backhand.

Yan Keng blocked it with his arm, and then felt a tearing pain. At first glance, he saw that it was covered in bruises.

Zhu Neng didn't stop, punching him one after another, making him stagger. The last kick hit him in the abdomen, knocking Yan Keng to the ground. However, Yan Keng also reacted quickly. When he fell to the ground, he took advantage of him and swept him away. The legs also caused the opponent to fall to the ground.

The two of them struggled together. Zhu Neng relied on his many years of fighting experience and his advantage in size to easily pin Yan Keng to the ground, his hands clamping down on his wrists like iron pliers.

However, Yan Keng was not an easy man. Although he was born in a big family and was raised to be stable and mature on the surface, in fact, he always had a viciousness in his heart.

Seeing that his hands were restrained, he gritted his teeth and hit him hard with his forehead.

"Bang!" The voice was low, and the collision of such a key part of the head made not only Zhu Neng feel dizzy, but even Yan Keng himself felt weak in his body and his head felt dizzy.

But seeing the effect, Yan Keng didn't stop at all. He gritted his teeth and hit it again.

Zhu Neng had seen more bloody scenes, how could he be afraid of these?His head hurt from being hit, and the fierceness in his heart was suddenly aroused. He threw his head back and knocked it down.

The two people turned their heads around, and the dull sound resounded through the yard. Blood continued to flow down the two people's faces, and soon their heads and faces were covered with blood, but they had no intention of stopping.

"That's enough!" A loud shout came, but it was King Yan Zhu Di who spoke out.

Both of these guys were already out of temper. It was supposed to be a point-and-shoot competition. If this went on, both sides would suffer losses. Of course, Zhu Di couldn't look at these two guys and destroy himself before the battle started.

"It's a draw for you!" he said, and at the same time glared at Zhu Neng. He is an old man on the battlefield, how can he be so ignorant of the importance of this young boy?

The generals who were watching couldn't help but admire this scene.

Although such things are not uncommon on the fortress, and even when fighting for their lives, the soldiers on both sides became even more crazy, but a 15-year-old boy with such a bloody spirit still gave them a sense of identification in their hearts.

"Your Highness, I..." Yan Keng raised his head and opened his mouth to speak.

Zhu Di nodded slightly. With such courage, he already met the basic standards for going to the battlefield.The most fearful thing in fighting is not having the courage to face the enemy. The other things, secondarily, can be cultivated slowly during the battle. You are just a commanding comrade.

As for taking care of... If you want military merit, you have to risk your life, otherwise you just stay in Beiping City!You need to know that in this war on the grassland, even the majestic King Yan dare not say that he is absolutely safe. His current fame is all achieved with one sword and one sword with the men on the grassland!
"Okay! I will order you to lead two thousand households and go out with the army!"

he ordered loudly.
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July.

Jinanshan.

The peaceful mountain forest in the past has now fallen into a commotion, with shouts of death and gunfire mixed together, resounding throughout the mountains.

Seventy thousand Mongolian troops are besieging Fu Youde's [-] Ming troops.There was a huge gap in strength between the two sides. The Ming army's camp was simple and crude and could not be used as a barrier at all. They could only rely on the terrain to resist. Fortunately, the Mongolian army attacked from behind and the cavalry advantage could not be used. They could only dismount and fight on foot, which allowed the Ming army to hold on. Opportunity.

But even so, on the tenth day of the siege, the Ming army suffered more than [-] casualties and began to be unable to hold on.The Mongolian army began to break through the outer fence, enter the camp, and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Ming army.

The already depleted army has now become even worse. The Ming army has been defeated from the outside and has been retreating steadily. Now it has been compressed into the last small area.

Fu Youde's armor was damaged in many places. He was breathing heavily, and the long knife in his hand was full of blood. The battle was so fierce that even he had to go into battle himself.

"Keep on holding on!" He encouraged his soldiers: "I have sent people to ask for help, and King Yan will arrive with his army soon!"

"Anyone who is still breathing when the time comes will be heavily rewarded. Soldiers, hold on!"

Contrary to Fu Youde's embarrassment, Aza was irrational at this time, but he was quite relaxed and content.

Although the tenacity of this Ming army exceeded his expectations, it didn't matter. The opponent's destruction was already expected.

He drank wine leisurely and watched this grand killing, shouting from time to time:
"Let them hurry up and annihilate just a few thousand people!"

"You! Bring your troops and press me up!"

"Your Highness, do we still need to invite Wu Lahan to join us and attack together?" A subordinate asked next to him.

Wu Lahan was the leader of a large tribe nearby. He had an army of more than [-] people under his command, making him a considerable force.

Hearing this, Aza's eyes widened and he said: "Meet? What are we meeting for? Since the Ming army is so vulnerable, why invite them to fight together? Isn't it nice for us to have this colorful world of the Central Plains all to ourselves?" "

"After defeating this Ming army and taking care of King Yan, I will take you south to seize the pass!"

The soldiers around him laughed out loud, and the gold, silver, women, and slaves in the pass seemed to be waving to them.

Every time they enter the customs, it is a feast for the Mongolian army.

While everyone was feeling proud, the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to shake.

Aza Wuli, who was accustomed to riding horses, was very familiar with this. His heart trembled and he quickly turned his head.

What he saw was a mass of black Ming troops rushing toward their rear at extremely fast speeds.

"How could it be possible? How could it be possible! Didn't the Ming army just arrive at the King's Path of Harzhe Relics (name of place)? Where are the sentries! Where are the sentries!"

He suddenly panicked, and the leisure he had just felt was immediately thrown out of the sky.

From the time he left Peiping, Zhu Di never thought of hiding his whereabouts.After all, with an army of [-], the movement was so big that it was impossible to hide it from the sentries, and Aza knew that he was being unreasonable.

But Fu Youde's camp was already crumbling, so his plan was to swallow up the Ming army first, then turn around, wait for work, and defeat the supporting Ming army with the power of the victory.

With a mixed army of cavalry and cavalry, he was really [-]-[-]% sure of winning this battle when the strength of the troops was not much different and the opponent was still on an expedition.

What he didn't expect was that Zhu Di, as an excellent commander, had already anticipated all this.

(End of this chapter)