"It's me." Zhu Qizhen kept his head held high, looked directly at the Wasac general, and said calmly, but his big hands hidden in his sleeves and clenched into fists were already so tight that his knuckles turned white.
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The Wasi general laughed like an owl, and then waved his hand and yelled a Mongolian language that Zhu Qizhen could not understand. The Wasi cavalry behind him, who had already surrounded a group of people in Zhu Qizhen, looked like
A group of vicious dogs rushed out suddenly, and within a short period of time, the eight unarmed Ouchi guards and the middle-aged eunuch were all knocked down on the grass, unable to move.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Qizhen saw that the guards were only captured by the Waci cavalry and were not killed. He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the Waci general in a deep voice.
"How could the emperor of the Ming Dynasty be surrounded by such weaklings who don't even have weapons? You must be pretending!" General Wasi suddenly shouted and choked, and the scimitar on his waist was instantly unsheathed.
A dazzling cold light swirled in mid-air and struck towards Zhu Qizhen's face.
Zhu Qizhen, however, did not react at all when facing the scimitar that was slashed in front of him. His eyes were calm, his expression was calm, and he did not even blink his eyelids. The scimitar suddenly stopped when it approached Zhu Qizhen's face.
The sword stopped just a few inches away from Zhu Qizhen's front door, but the wind from the sword caused Zhu Qizhen's slightly messy hair to fly up.
"...Unexpectedly, he is really a good man." General Wasi saw that Zhu Qizhen didn't even have the slightest reaction to his sword. Not only was he not angry, but he showed admiration in his eyes.
It was not until this moment that Zhu Qizhen, who had been frightened by the sudden action of General Wasi with his sword, came back to his senses. After hearing the words of General Wasi, Zhu Qi's clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
Zhen grinned forcefully, showing a smile that was no better than crying. However, his voice was controlled quite well, and it was still so smooth and calm: "I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I am equipped with weapons and weapons, so what else can I do?"
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Hearing Zhu Qizhen's words were similar to those used by underworld gangs in later generations to support the lower side in a fight, the struggling guards couldn't help but have their faces full of admiration and enthusiasm. Your Majesty is indeed extraordinary...
Who could know that Zhu Qizhen just now was stupid because he was confused and couldn't react in time? But being able to make these people make such misunderstandings saves Zhu Qizhen the shamelessness to explain.
The stupid theory that I am still standing firm despite the sword and ax.
"Although I admire you as a good man, I can't tell whether you are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty or not. Just wait." The Wasi general yelled a few more words around him, and someone immediately responded, and then
, Zhu Qizhen saw several Waci soldiers running wildly down the hillside. It seemed that they were looking for more senior generals to recognize them.
After giving the order, General Wasi sat down on a big rock next to him, but he kept looking at Zhu Qizhen.
Zhu Qizhen, who already felt his legs were a little weak after the scare just now, didn't care about anything and just sat down cross-legged on the spot. It seemed that the Waci soldiers had been informed and did not rush up to tie him up.
, just surround yourself tightly.
When I saw those soldiers staring at me, their eyes were full of excitement, curiosity, and even a little doubt, just like I went to the zoo to see gorillas for the first time. I was tired, thirsty, and even frightened.
Zhu Qizhen, who was suffering from asthma and becoming a little neurasthenic, simply closed his eyes and tried hard to regain some strength so that he could cope with the unknown things in the future. At the same time, he tried hard to find information about the fragmentary memories remaining in this body.
Everything about Wazi.
After only about a minute or two, Zhu Qizhen, who was closing his eyes and meditating, heard the rumble of hoofbeats, as if a group of cavalry were rushing towards the hillside.
Accompanied by a loud shout from far to near, the over 100-watt stabbing soldiers crowded on the top of the hillside were like butter being cut by a hot knife. In just a few breaths, they gave way to a path large enough for them to pass.
There were several horses galloping in the passage. A group of people and horses galloped towards them. The leader was a strong man with piercing eyes, a brilliant brocade robe, and his chest and abdomen covered with thin chain mail. Although the strong horse on his body was no longer
Although the reins were tightened, he was still snoring and stamping with his four hooves.
Zhu Qizhen stood up slowly, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked at the Mongolian general who was sitting on the horse without fear. From his attire, he knew that he had an extraordinary status in the Washi Army.
The Mongolian general stretched out his hand and gently stroked the mane on the neck of the war horse beneath him. He looked at Zhu Qizhen who was standing in front of the horse and shouted in a deep voice: "Are you the emperor of the Han people?" His Chinese was far better than his own.
The general just now was much more fluent.
Zhu Qizhen did not answer his question. After looking at him carefully for a few times, he asked in a calm tone: "Who are you? Are you still Boyan Tiemur, or the king of competitions?"
As soon as he said this, the senior general of Wasi, who was sitting on horseback and looking at Zhu Qizhen proudly, could not help but change his face. After looking at Zhu Qizhen for a few times, he jumped off the horse and put the gun in his hand.
He threw the riding whip to the men beside him and walked up to Zhu Qizhen. He was not tall or tall, but his straight spine and calm expression showed something unspeakable.
His graceful demeanor was as if he was not facing a General Wasi who could kill an unarmed himself at any time, but just one of his subordinates.
After waving to General Wasi who had been guarding here, the two exchanged words quickly in Mongolian, and the senior general looked at Zhu Qizhen with a little more clarity.
"Although I'm not sure of your identity, I can tell you that I am the Saikan King, the third younger brother of Grand Master Wasi." When the Saikan King stood in front of Zhu Qizhen again and spoke again, his tone was no longer as before.
Instead of being arrogant, he was a little more humble.
"It turns out to be the competition king. I wonder where the grand master is?" Zhu Qizhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with. If you meet the competition king, then those who don't know what politics is,
The Waci barbarian soldiers, who only took charge of the leader, did not dare to hurt themselves.
