Chapter 41 I fight for Ming Dynasty without any regrets
Pang Man and Uncle Ge finally found the small village. The people in the village were quite enthusiastic, especially the village chief. He was very old. When he saw Prince Zhu Meng, he was shocked and knelt down with a plop.
When I was doing business in Ming Dynasty, I encountered a group of bandits who robbed me, and I was rescued by the prince. I didn’t expect to see the prince today. It’s such an old age.”
Although they are all Mongolians, they will definitely be taken in here after being rescued by the prince.
Zhu Meng was already drowsy. He raised his eyes tiredly. He had saved many people, but he didn't remember who this person was. His lips were chapped and he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
The villagers were anxious and hurriedly placed the injured, a few in each house. As for Prince Zhu Meng, the village chief put him at home and put all the good things on the wound. However, the wound worsened and was burned by the warm firewood.
After being roasted, I will have a fever after a while.
Pang Man has been kneeling beside him to serve, with tears in his eyes, but the prince's condition is getting worse and worse, "Your Majesty, we have survived the emperor's suspicion, and we have also survived Hu Xuankou, the young prince is still outside, you can't die
ah."
Hearing his son, Zhu Meng raised his eyes tiredly, "Mu Chen..."
The prince spent his whole life in the army, but now he was lying on the fire bed, dying. Pang Man and Uncle Ge covered their mouths, trying not to cry, and turned around.
The village chief collected medicinal materials from each household and reported a lot more, "Can you try these medicinal materials again? I have sent Er Niu to look for snow mushrooms on the snowy mountains. Everyone in the village uses snow mushrooms to treat them."
The disease, with it, the prince will definitely be cured."
Xuezhi is buried in the snow, and a little sharp tip pops out. Villagers nearby use it as medicine, which can remove blood and blood stasis. Legend has it that it is a gift from God and is extremely precious.
Zhu Meng coughed and said, "You...don't bother me. I can still hold on."
Nowadays, it is snowing in the north and there is thick ice. It is too dangerous to go to the snow-capped mountains. Zhu Meng does not want a child to go through fire and water for him, but his strength is limited after all, and he falls asleep again.
Zhu Muchen led the Royal Guards to clear the snow all the way, looking for footprints. On the snow mountain on the left, he saw two series of shallow footprints, which should have just fallen.
"Little prince, judging from the shape of the footprints here, it should be that of a ten-year-old child. There is only one person."
When someone around him got into trouble, Zhu Muchen pushed the snow forward again. His hands were already red, swollen and ulcerated and he couldn't feel anything. However, he still looked hard. The footprints on the snowy mountain just now were probably not left by Uncle Ge and the others. "Keep moving forward."
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Suddenly, a cry for help came from their left, "Help!"
"No one came to save you even if you screamed at the top of your lungs today. If you dare to snatch Xuezhi in front of me, I think you don't want to live anymore!"
There was an adult man cursing angrily.
Across the snow-capped mountains, Zhu Muchen could understand that although it was important to find his father, he could not let it go. He waved his hand and signaled everyone to set off towards the snow-capped mountains.
The snow-capped mountain was only a few dozen meters long. Looking down towards the tip, I saw something in the child's arms. Next to him, there were about a dozen Mongolian soldiers, each holding a weapon in his hand and pointing it at the child.
These beasts didn't even spare a child. Although his hand was ulcerated, Zhu Muchen used all his strength to pull up the bow and made a "swish" sound with a sound of breaking through the air in the snowstorm.
The Mongolian soldiers who were holding the children fell down at the sound, and the remaining people were frightened.
"The Ming army is coming, everyone run away!"
"Ah, run quickly!"
Several Mongolian soldiers, having seen the power of mortars and the large number of people behind Zhu Muchen, ignored the children, picked up their weapons, and rolled into a ball in the snow.
"Little prince, do you want to give chase?"
"No, please ask your father first to bring the child over."
The Imperial Guards around him went over and lifted the child up and brought him to Zhu Muchen. The child's body was covered with snow, his clothes were stiff from the cold, his whole face was red, but he was holding a white snow twig in his hand. At this time, his eyes were alert.
looked at them.
Since children appeared nearby, they must not have been brought by Mongolian soldiers. There must be villages. Zhu Muchen breathed a sigh of relief and said in a soft tone, "Child, have you seen a pair of men and horses? They are wearing the same armor as us.
, we are together.”
The child relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief. A smile appeared on his red face, "Brother, my name is Li Erniu. The team you mentioned is resting in our village. Come with me quickly."
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The child led the way. He didn't know so many people, but he just said that a few people were injured.
The Mongolian soldiers on the side were so frightened that they peed their butts and limped towards the base camp. However, the snowstorm was too heavy. They saw a village in front of them. Dozens of people looked at each other and knocked on the door.
Hearing the fierce knocking on the door outside, Pang Man picked up his weapon. The village chief smiled kindly and said, "You guys wait inside, I'll go see what's going on."
The village chief hadn't gone out yet. He had just opened the door. Several Mongolian soldiers outside had already kicked the door open, holding weapons in their hands. As soon as he saw the people coming out, one of the bearded Mongolian soldiers inserted his weapon into the village.
On the snow in front of him, he said, "Old man, hurry up and boil water for us to cook. If you wait a little longer, I'll skin you."
"Brothers, go inside!"
The village chief was frightened by this posture and said quickly: "Don't worry, everyone, my old lady is still on the kang, it's really..."
"Who cares about you, old woman? I'm cold and hungry now, who would be interested in your old woman!"
Several Mongolian soldiers pushed away the village chief and rushed in. Pang Man and Uncle Ge looked at each other. They came out of the house with weapons in hand and fought with the Mongolian soldiers.
Several Mongolian soldiers were frightened by Zhu Muchen in front of them. Now there are Ming troops here, attacking from both sides. It seems that they can only give it a try.
The bearded man was the leader of this team, and he ordered: "Brothers, there are only two Ming soldiers here, come to me!"
With the abilities of Pang Man and Uncle Ge, these Mongolian soldiers were no match, but the two of them were a little exhausted by this round of fighting. The other Ming soldiers in the village also heard the commotion and rushed out of the house with weapons in hand.
Already.
When Zhu Muchen arrived, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were already exhausted. Zhu Muchen ordered the soldiers beside him not to leave any of these Mongolian soldiers behind. "Be careful to protect the nearby villagers and don't let them get hurt."
Zhu Muchen pulled Er Niu and watched the royal guards rushing out, "If you go there now, you will only die. It is better to stay with me for safety."
Erniu felt his brother's big hand wrap around his little hand, bringing a touch of warmth. He blinked and looked at the worry in the eyes of his grandfather across from him, "But, my grandpa is opposite..."
Zhu Muchen's eyes narrowed and he saw a Mongolian soldier, holding a spear in his hand and aiming it at the old man. It was too late. The old man only had grandson in his eyes, but he could only cover his stomach and blood spattered on the spot.
"grandfather!"
Li Erniu roared and was about to rush out. Zhu Muchen held him tightly, feeling that the child was like a calf in his arms, full of strength, but he could never let go. These Mongolian soldiers were all cold-blooded.
It's ruthless, you will definitely die if you get out.
"Grandpa, don't die, please let me go!"
As soon as they saw that the village chief was gone, Uncle Ge and Pang Man became red-blooded. The imperial guards did not even have time to burn a stick of incense and dyed the entire courtyard blood red. These heavy snows, as light as goose feathers, were dyed with hot blood.
, all changed by the snow and turned into red ice.
Li Erniu fell down next to his grandfather, and the Xuezhi in his arms fell to the ground. Zhu Muchen picked it up.
However, the village chief lay peacefully in the snow without saying a single last word, and Li Erniu burst into tears.
Uncle Ge and Pang Man stood in the yard with their heads lowered, blaming them for not protecting the village chief, "Er Niu, I'm sorry!"
As soon as Zhu Muchen approached, he saw that Li Erniu had fainted from crying because of the pain, and asked Uncle Ge to carry the child in first.
Zhu Muchen rushed into the room and saw his father at a glance, but his father was seriously injured and fell into a coma. "Father, Mu Chen is here."
His nose felt sore. After searching hard for so many days, he finally saw his father. However, Zhu Muchen did not dare to take action. He slowly knelt down in front of the kang with the Xuezhi in his hand.
As if sensing something, Zhu Meng slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, "Mu Chen, you're here."
Zhu Muchen was a little panicked. He picked up his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his father's mouth. The whole sleeve was stained red, but he couldn't wipe it away. "Father, I will stew the snow cheese right away. I will definitely save you."
Behind him, Pang Man and Uncle Ge had red eyes. The prince couldn't hold on any longer. He was waiting for the young prince with this breath. Once this breath was released, he would probably die.
"Don't...don't go!"
Zhu Meng tried his best to raise his hand and wiped his son's tears, "A man won't shed tears easily. My father has seen you get married and have a son. I have no regrets in this life."
"With this breath, I can still see Mu Chen. It's God who has mercy on me, but I know I can't hold on with my own body, so don't try too hard."
Zhu Muchen burst into tears, blaming him for coming too late. If he had arrived a little earlier, this result might not have happened, "Father, why didn't you take me with you when you went on an expedition?"
If he was brought along, would there be a different outcome? He could deal with Zhu Di and use a softer approach.
Zhu Meng understood his son's filial piety, "I have my own reasons for not taking you with me. I will fight for the Ming Dynasty without any regrets. In order for the foundation of the Ming Dynasty not to be shaken, I will not take revenge. This is my father's last wish. Can you agree to it?"
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Looking at his father's expectant eyes, Zhu Muchen shook his head vigorously. If it weren't for Zhu Di, his father might not have died. Since he was the son of a man, how could he just watch...
Zhu Meng choked out a large mouthful of blood and said sternly: "If you still think of me as your father, kneel down and swear that you will protect the Ming Dynasty and never take revenge!"?
