"The grand master is currently at the camp in the southeast of here. Please... Sir, please come with me." King Saikan did not dare to neglect, although he could not recognize whether the man in front of him was the Ming Emperor, but just by looking at him
This man's extraordinary demeanor and calmness in the face of weapons must have made him a remarkable figure in the court of the Ming Dynasty.
The most important thing right now is to find out his identity first, so the best way is to take him to the camp and report to his brother first.
"So, please lead the way. In addition, these are my guards. I hope the general will order your subordinates not to make things too difficult for them." Zhu Qizhen turned his face and looked at the captured ones.
The loyal guard couldn't help but sigh, turned around, and faced Saikan Wangdao.
"Of course." King Saikan nodded, and after shouting a few times in Mongolian, he asked people to let go of the horses, and ordered the Mongolian centurion Tengger who had just discovered Zhu Qi Town to rush to the big city first.
Yingtongzhen.
Zhu Qizhen came to the horse, took the reins from an unlucky-looking Waqi cavalry, took a deep breath, and slowly climbed onto the horse's back. Under the strict guard of this group of Waqi cavalry,
Drive the horse forward slowly.
As he walked down the hillside, Zhu Qizhen glanced back subconsciously. The bushes on the hillside seemed to be blown by the sweeping mountain wind. They swayed slightly, then became silent again.
As Zhu Qizhen and his party left, those Waqi soldiers who thought they had caught a big fish naturally had no time to linger on the hillside. Amidst the shouts, thousands of cavalry quickly dispersed in all directions.
Continue to chase and drive away the defeated Ming army who are still fleeing...
After the Waqi cavalry dispersed, in about Zhuxiang's time, the sky was already dark, and the clouds in the sky made everything between heaven and earth extremely dark. The bushes swayed, and Fan Zhong cautiously emerged from the bushes.
, looked around a few times vigilantly, determined the direction, touched the blood edict under the armor leaf on his chest, clenched the sword in his hand, rushed out of the bushes decisively, and ran down the hillside...
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In the Wasi army camp, an inconspicuous small tent was surrounded by torches, illuminating the area several feet around the small tent. The small tent was surrounded by heavily armed Wasi elites.
, the Waqi Centurion Tengger whom Zhu Qizhen had just met became the leader of the guarding force. He looked around vigilantly.
The king ordered, otherwise, all those who approach this tent will be regarded as those with evil intentions and will be shot.
After checking the surrounding situation, Tengger stopped in front of the small tent, listened attentively, shook his head, opened the tent and walked into the tent, only to see Zhu Qi Zhenzhen standing there.
Holding a golden and fragrant leg of lamb in his hand, he was devouring a large piece of it. Regarding his arrival, he just raised his head and continued to focus on the food in his hand.
When Tengger saw the picture of Zhu Qizhen eating, he shook his head in disbelief. He quickly took out a leather bag from his waist, unplugged his mouth and let out a stream of milk-scented wine.
The smell immediately overflowed in the tent.
Tengger first poured the water bag into his mouth and poured several large gulps of kumiss into his mouth. Then he shook the water bag in his hand at Zhu Qizhen, who was attracted by the aroma of the wine, and said in blunt Chinese: "Drink."
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"If you can, please pour me a cup. I have heard about the reputation of kumiss for a long time, but I have never tasted the taste of this kind of wine." Zhu Qizhen threw the half-eaten leg back to the plate.
, he nodded at an empty cup next to him and smiled in a neither arrogant nor humble way, as if he was inviting a drink to a friend.
Tengger was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously stepped forward and filled the cup with light white kumiss.
Zhu Qizhen picked it up, put it in front of his nose, sniffed it, and then took a sip. He frowned at first, then drank up the bottle of mare's kumiss, which was at least three to five taels, and drank it in succession, so generously.
Even Tengger couldn't help but be heartbroken when he saw his temperament.
After Tengger filled another cup for Zhu Qizhen, he couldn't help but ask: "You were captured by our Wazi. As a prisoner, how could you do such a thing just now? Aren't you afraid of death?
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Just now, after the king of Saikan sent Zhu Qizhen here, and was about to untie the guards and the eunuch, and unchain them together, the eunuch named Xi Ning broke into pieces in his mouth.
After the cloth was pulled out, he shouted loudly, saying that Zhu Qizhen had written the edict of abdication and handed it over to a Ming Dynasty general lurking on the top of the hillside, asking him to try to escape from the battlefield with the bloody edict.
information.
What shocked everyone's eyes and jaws was that just when the eunuch Xi Ning shouted the news, Zhu Qizhen, who had always been gentle, steady and extraordinary in temperament, and claimed to be the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, jumped up and rushed towards him.
Beat up the eunuch named Xi Ning.
If the soldiers around him hadn't woken up quickly, the eunuch might have been beaten to death by Zhu Qizhen whose force level suddenly increased.
Even though he was grabbed by several Waqi soldiers, this big shot of the Ming Dynasty reluctantly gave up, but his unconcealed killing intent and cold eyes made even him like him not know what to do on the battlefield.
The warrior who had lost so many enemy lives could not help but shudder.
King Saikan stopped the soldiers who wanted to attack Zhu Qizhen, and then ordered Xi Ning and a group of captured Ming guards to be escorted to another place, and then ordered horses to rush to the hillside where Zhu Qizhen had just been captured.
, However, Tengger knew very well that even if he rushed over, the Ming Dynasty general would probably have disappeared long ago.
After hearing Tengger's question, Zhu Qizhen smiled and took a sip of the sour and astringent kumiss. In his opinion, at least this kind of wine was more suitable for his taste than the wines of later generations.
."Who in the world is not afraid of death?"
"It's just that I hate that kind of bastard who even betrays his own people. If I don't beat him up to vent my anger, I will feel uneasy even if I die." He said he was afraid, but his voice was still the same.
Calm and calm, as if the guy who calls himself Emperor Ming really doesn't take his own life and death seriously.
Tengger's eyes flashed with admiration, and he nodded in agreement: "I also hate that kind of villain."