Zhu Qizhen opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, someone hugged his thigh.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this servant will follow you wholeheartedly." Wang Zhen hugged Zhu Qizhen, with snot and tears streaming down his face.
"Get out of here!" Li Qing said.
Wang Zhen didn't dare to disobey, so San San let go of his hand and wanted to hug Li Qing's thigh, but he didn't dare to take action.
Regardless of the fact that Li Qing was covered in blood, the murderous aura alone made him so angry that he had to see the King of Hell within minutes.
"Sir, we are in the same group..."
"Who is with you?" Li Qing looked unhappy and kicked him up.
"Bang——!"
Wang Zhen was thrown high into the air, knocking down the ministers who followed him and asked for help.
Li Qing no longer hesitated, ignored the pleas for help and the angry curses behind him, picked up Zhu Qizhen, mounted his horse and rushed out.
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Zhu Qizhen's mind went blank. He was exposed to the scene of tens of thousands of troops fighting at close range. The visual impact was so strong that he couldn't help but close his eyes and recall the past in his mind.
"Are you afraid?" On the war horse, Father touched his little head and asked.
"Don't be afraid!"
"Well, he is indeed my son." Father smiled, shook the reins, and waved the whip.
The war horse raised its front hooves and almost stood upright. He was shocked: "Father, I am going to fall."
"I'm so scared when my father is here!"
The scene changed, and his father was critically ill. In front of the bed, his father looked at him dotingly, "Are you confident that you can be a good emperor?"
"Yes!" He nodded heavily, his childish voice full of confidence.
Father smiled.
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"puff……!"
A stream of warm liquid sprayed on his face, interrupting Zhu Qizhen's thoughts. He opened his eyes, which were blood red.
“@#￥%……”
The sounds of fighting and screams mingled together, stimulating his nerves, and the tremors from his soul made him tremble involuntarily.
He discovered to his humiliation that he was not brave at all, but that he was afraid.
He has never been on the battlefield, and has never even killed a chicken. How can he not be afraid when he is surrounded by thousands of troops?
What is even sadder is that not only did he have no courage, but he also failed to become a good emperor.
When it is small, it will be better when it is bigger; it is nothing more than this.
After wiping his face, his vision became clearer. The sparse Ming army soldiers were falling one by one, while the Tatar army was increasing in number, and their chances of survival were slim.
Are you going to die like this? Hmm...it seems pretty good...Zhu Qizhen thought sadly.
On second thought, he regretted it again. How could he die like this? Who could clean up such a mess for Ming Dynasty?
Is the Ming Dynasty going to die?
Is the Ming Dynasty really going to die?
The endless regret made his heart feel like a knife, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He died like this, and he couldn't close his eyes until he died. How would he explain it when he went underground? óΠъ.oяＧ
Gone,
The foundation left by Taizu, the solid foundation laid by Taizong, Renzong, and Xuanzong are all gone!
After this battle, there will probably be no peace at the Ming border.
Now, Zhu Qizhen is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die, and he doesn't dare to die. He wants to live, and he wants to make amends.
But is there still a chance?
Zhu Qizhen looked back at Li Qing. Li Qing's resolute eyes were full of murderous intent, and the spears in his hands fell like raindrops. Every time the spear was fired, someone would fall under the horse.
He hasn't given up yet, I...how can I give up...Zhu Qizhen pulled out the Emperor's Sword again.
Want to kill the enemy,
However, he sadly discovered that there was no use for him at all.
Li Qing's spear shot out like a dragon. Although there were many Tatars, no one could get even close in a short period of time.
Zhu Qizhen's face was full of bitterness: I am a useless person!
Leaning in front of Li Qing, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, back to the time when he rode horses with his father.
Their shoulders are not very broad, but they all give him a sense of security, a deep sense of security. He feels very solid and at ease when leaning on them...
"Danglanglang~"
The sharp tip of the spear picked up the scimitar, and then the spear shot away, directly piercing the Tartar. Li Qing closed his five fingers, held the end of the spear, and pulled it out suddenly, bringing out a bright stream of blood. Line, followed by another sweep, several people had their throats cut by spear points and fell to the ground.
How brave a person can be... Zhu Qizhen was shocked: It's simply inhuman!
Suddenly, Zhu Qizhen leaned forward suddenly.
"Xilulu..."
The galloping horse fell down and threw him high. The next moment, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and jerked him away.
Zhu Qizhen felt that he was flying. Looking down, the spear bent into a semicircle, and then a reaction force came over him.
"rise!"
Li Qing shouted softly and carried him over the group of Tatars in front of him. He chose a perfect landing spot, which happened to be a place where the enemy troops were relatively sparse.
"Bang——!"
As soon as he landed, Li Qing made a sweeping strike.
'Click... Poof! 'The blow was so severe that the spear was broken. Immediately, the Tatar's chest collapsed and he flew out. A mouthful of blood spurted out in the air, knocking down several people.
"Get up!" Another shout came, and Zhu Qizhen stood up from the ground. When he woke up again, he was already sitting firmly on the horse.
"Qiang——!"
The Emperor's Sword was unsheathed, and this time it was Li Qing who drew the sword.
Li Qing held the sword in his hand, but he did not kill the enemy. Instead, he made an action that Zhu Qizhen would not have thought of even if he killed him.
The cold sword edge touched his throat, and the next moment, a strange language sounded that made his eardrums hurt:
"The Emperor of Heaven is here. If anyone dares to take a step forward, I will kill him immediately!"
Li Qing's breath was melodious, and his voice carried far away.
The nearby Tatars were stunned on the spot, but soon, their eyes changed from confusion to hot and greedy.
The emperor of Ming Dynasty!
Zhu Qizhen did not wear a dragon robe, but as the emperor, most of the clothes he wore on weekdays were bright yellow, and he was no exception today.
Although the bright yellow clothes were stained with blood, they were not all stained with bright red, and the original color could still be seen.
“@#￥%……”
A Tatar leader shouted loudly and jabbered a lot, but Zhu Qizhen didn't understand a word he said.
But the next moment, he understood.
The nearby Tatars stopped attacking!
It is simply ridiculous for Ming officials to threaten the Tatars with the Ming emperor, but the reality is surprisingly effective.
What the Tatars want is a living emperor. He is useful only if he is alive. He is useless if he is dead, but it will become a disaster.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhu Qizhen understood the meaning of Li Qing's words, "That's not how your life is meant to be used."
It was he who threatened the enemy with his own life.
Just... outrageous!
What's even more outrageous is that it actually works.
Li Qing was panting heavily. Fighting for so long had almost exhausted his energy and physical strength, and his condition had declined sharply.
A decision must be made as soon as possible.
To rush towards the Ming army camp or in the opposite direction, that was the question.
The reinforcements are still far away, and it is almost impossible for Li Qing to rush over, especially now that the Tatars have learned Zhu Qizhen's identity, and they will not let him join the large army.
To say the least, even if they rushed back, it would be difficult to change the overall situation, because the main casualties of the Ming army were too serious, and the formation was completely destroyed. Even if they could go back, the less than 20,000 people would not be able to hold the Tatar cavalry.
If they fight, the Ming army will definitely not be able to defeat them, nor can they retreat. The Tatars are all cavalry, so how can they escape?
Li Qing rushed over, except for accelerating the destruction of the 18,000 supporting men, which would not change the outcome at all, and Shi Heng and other Ming army generals would never allow him to threaten the emperor's life.
The only way is to run in the opposite direction, that is, to the grassland, but in that case, it will be a matter of time before he is captured.
Li Qing was confused. No matter which choice he made, it would be wrong.
Kill Zhu Qizhen?
He couldn't make a move, not because he was soft-hearted, but because he couldn't bear to part with this great situation.
If Zhu Qizhen dies, what will happen to the court? What will happen to the feudal lord?
Li Qing was really unwilling to ruin the originally good situation like this. Ming Dynasty's basic market was very stable, but he was afraid that some people would support the Zhu family's heirs with the mentality of following the dragon, causing Ming Dynasty to fall into endless internal strife.
Foreign enemies can still unite people's hearts, but internal strife is less harmful.
All kinds of thoughts flashed by, and Li Qing made a quick decision, turned the horse's head and ran towards the grassland.
The Tatars had already run out of arrows when they fought in Datong, but Li Qing did not dare to be careless. He put Zhu Qizhen behind him as a shield and shouted in Mongolian as he ran:
"Whoever dares to stop me will only get the body of the Ming Emperor!"
Li Qing really has no choice. The best option at the moment is to take Zhu Qizhen and run to the grassland, so that he can at least rescue the Ming army soldiers who are fighting fiercely.
Sigh... I can save some!
"Don't attack, don't hurt the Ming Emperor...!" The Tatars behind were even more nervous than Li Qing, fearing that Zhu Qizhen would be accidentally killed.
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