Mengxu Timur is in a dilemma now. He really doesn't want to kill Zhu Di, but the only thing he can do now is to kill Zhu Di.
He turned to look at the battlefield. When his own general died, his morale collapsed. Thousands of troops and horses avoided the white robes. The situation was over.
The Shenji Battalion did not give Mengxu Timur time to react, and rushed straight over to kill him. Mengxu Timur drew out his scimitar, stepped forward and chopped down the first few people, and then looked at Zhu Di with complicated eyes.
There is no doubt that King Yan of the Ming Dynasty is a very important existence. In a battle between the two countries, killing a general is a huge blow to the enemy country. No matter how you calculate it, this is a sure profit.
If it were the former Mengxu Timur, there is no doubt that he would not have blinked an eye, he would immediately kill Zhu Di with a knife, and then run away on horseback.
But.....
Mengxu Timur glanced at the center of the battlefield, and then at Zhu Di in front of him. Even though Emperor Zhu Xiongying of the Ming Dynasty had invincible single combat capability, Mengxu Timur still had the confidence to fight with him.
As long as Zhu Xiongying is still human and still tired and weak...
After a few breaths of thinking, the Shenji Battalion had all rushed over. They did not dare to use firearms. The bullets of the modified firearms had a too large divergence angle. If they were not careful, they might injure His Highness King Yan.
Mengxu Timur raised Zhu Di and stood in front of him, fighting but retreating.
"Put down Your Highness!"
Zhu Neng's eyes widened with anger, and he rushed towards Mengxu Timur with a giant ax in his hand.
Mengxu Timur sneered, raised his scimitar and faced the ax with his backhand. A huge force came from the ax handle like burrs. Zhu Neng almost lost the ax in his hand, and half of his body was numb from the shock. .
Zhu Neng was horrified. The physical strength of a person who can use a giant ax as a weapon can be imagined. He could still slash from top to bottom with both hands, but it was still not as good as the enemy's one-handed strike.
Seeing that the distance was close, Mengxu Timur threw Zhu Di out with his backhand. Zhu Neng's heart suddenly dropped, and he quickly dropped his weapon and went to pick up Zhu Di. But the strange thing was that His Highness King Yan was thrown straight into Zhu Neng's body. In his arms, the angle and strength are just right,
"Judy, we will meet again."
Mengxu Timur left a sentence in unskilled Chinese, and then he slapped his horse and ran wildly. Zhu Di didn't listen at all, and just looked towards the battlefield with eyes full of enthusiasm.
"Alas... drive!" Mengxu Timur patted his horse and ran wildly.
Zhu Di raised his hand with difficulty and commanded,
"Go and help His Highness."
Zhu Neng just realized that the most valuable person on the battlefield now is not His Highness King Yan, but His Highness Shengsun!
Zhu Neng quickly looked towards the center of the battlefield. Just now, he was so focused on saving King Yan that he didn't notice what was happening on the battlefield at all.
"this..."
Zhu Neng opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word.
On the battlefield, His Highness Shengsun was like a bulldozer. His arms and legs flew into pieces wherever he pushed them. This scene was completely beyond Zhu Neng's imagination. Even if he were killed, he would not have imagined that a battle could be fought like this!
No wonder the enemy troops who had just used their weapons like gods were running so fast. If His Highness Shengsun were to play like this, all military tactics would be useless!
"Your Highness, do you still need help?"
Zhu Neng asked laboriously.
"Nonsense! Go!"
Zhu Di mustered up his last bit of strength and roared angrily.
Zhu Neng quickly accepted the order and led his troops to rush down the battlefield to pick up His Highness Shengsun.
After half a stick of incense, Zhu Xiongying was full of blood and finally reached Zhu Di.
"Fourth uncle!"
Zhu Xiongying got off his horse, staggered to Zhu Di's side, and stuffed a few small black pills into his mouth.
Zhu Di looked at Zhu Xiongying with love in his eyes like a daughter-in-law waiting to be married, and responded tenderly,
"Big nephew~"
Zhu Xiongying, who was like a god of death on the battlefield, had a heart like Chen Tie's from beginning to end, but his fourth uncle made him tremble all over after hearing such a mean cry.
Zhu Xiongying quickly took out the water, changed the subject and said,
"Uncle Fourth, drink some water."
"Hmm~"
Zhu Di promised, but his body showed no intention of moving. He was like a bride waiting to take off her hijab. Someone else had to take off the hijab, and her nephew had to feed her water with his own hands.
Zhu Xiongying wiped his face, pulled off the big black felt from the saddle with his backhand, covered his fourth uncle's body, then put his hand under his fourth uncle's neck to cushion it, and fed the water in little by little.
Zhu Di was wrapped in his eldest nephew's black felt, warm and comfortable.
At this time, relatively far away, Mengxu Timur stopped his horse and vaguely saw that Zhu Di was covered with clothes.
"drive!"
Then, Mengxu Timur rode away expressionlessly.
Zhu Di was completely relieved, and the fatigue all over his body surged up, and he fell into a deep sleep, sleeping like a baby in Zhu Xiongying's arms.
Princess Zhu Xiongying picked up her fourth uncle. Zhu Di was wrapped tightly, revealing his unshaven face, sleeping soundly.
"Your Highness?!"
Zhang Yu, who had been sent out earlier, rushed over. He had no idea what was happening. His Highness Shengsun stood here inexplicably, and then the enemy was completely defeated inexplicably.
Zhu Xiongying held his fourth uncle firmly, looked at Zhang Yu, and commanded very quickly,
"You lead your troops to chase the enemy, just drive them out of the battlefield, don't chase them too far, and then come back to heal the wounded."
"Yes! Your Highness!"
Zhang Yu was not hesitant in taking orders. His direct superior was King Yan. Now that the top leader of the Ming Dynasty personally gave orders, he obeyed them even more.
After arranging all the troops and horses, Zhu Xiongying lowered his head and looked at his fourth uncle in his arms. He was a little at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to do.
There is no doubt that Fourth Uncle has made a great contribution this time. Judging from the weapons and organization of the enemy's troops, they are definitely the best among the best.
Such an army is the backbone of any country in any era. It is the most elite force. If one is killed, one will be lost.
It's a pity that Zhu Xiongying was eager to save his fourth uncle, and the enemy general ran fast enough, so Zhu Xiongying failed to catch Mengxu Timur.
However, it is already good if most of the Ming army can be gathered together.
Zhu Xiongying stood there in deep thought, waiting for Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng to sort out the situation. Zhu Di, who was in Zhu Xiongying's arms, secretly opened one eye and glanced at his eldest nephew.
Originally, he was indeed tired enough and fell asleep, but the elixir Zhu Xiongying fed him also responded. Zhu Di has recovered now, and it is no problem to get up and walk on his own.
But he just didn't want to leave, he just wanted to be held by his eldest nephew.
But Zhu Xiongying has super perception and his six senses are very sharp. Even if Zhu Di moves carefully, Zhu Xiongying will hear it clearly. Zhu Xiongying looked at his fourth uncle and said helplessly,
"Fourth Uncle, if you can leave, don't let me hold you."
After a pause, seeing that he could no longer pretend, Zhu Di opened his eyes in embarrassment and explained,
"Eldest nephew, please let me down."
