The most calm person in the field was Prince Zhu Hebi. He was not influenced by others and responded calmly, commanding the servants of each family to form a triangular formation in front of them.

These servants are the guards of the noble families. Although there are not many people, they are all good players selected from the army. They know very well that behind them are all old men and several royal children. Even if they die, they must protect them!

After a fierce shooting, dozens of assassins suffered a considerable loss and were not big. They soon rushed forward and began to fight with their servants.

The incident was hasty, and the servants drew their swords and fought with the assassins. Although the situation was critical, they did not dare to retreat.

A servant was stunned when he was fighting with the Cossack soldiers. He was stabbed in the chest by the other party with an empty shot. The hook and sickle gun penetrated deep into his body. The servant screamed loudly.

"kill!"

The second prince's personal guard was particularly brave. He had eyes behind him. After slashing the Cossack soldiers in front of him with one knife, his steps were swirling, and his sword was like a dragon. He suddenly stabbed into the throat of the Japanese warrior who came to attack, and blood shot out.

At this time, the two sides fought in a melee, and the weapons were fighting and screams came from time to time, and the battle situation was bloody and cruel.

The most attractive scene was a big man with a big face waving an iron stick. He was extremely fierce. The heavy stick in his hand was dancing so hard that he smashed the two servants into a split head, and he still shouted to fight hard.

Xu Mingwu recognized this person. This guy had just been shot in the shoulder by himself, but he didn't expect that he was still so brave!

The nobles behind them hurried aside in fear, and no one dared to speak out? Put their hopes on their servants.

Xu Mingwu watched the battle situation? Apart from the twenty or thirty people who were shot to death, there were still thirty or forty assassins fighting with their servants at this time. There were less than twenty people at the servants? If you continue to fight like this, it will be gone!

He shouted: "The enemy is numerous and I am few? If we don't take action, we will wait for the slaughter!"

As he said that, Xu Mingwu mustered up the courage? He joined the battle circle with a bayonet and secretly rushed towards the Cossack soldier who used the big stick.

"puff!"

The Maozi soldier was attacked without flashing and was stabbed to the waist by Xu Mingwu? The Sanling Army stabbed him with a huge hole? Blood shot out, and the bearded Maozi soldier opened his eyes wide when he died, as if he could not believe what he saw in front of him.

Xu Mingwu looked at the Maozi soldier's eyes dying with his eyes closed. He was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously turned the three-edged military spearhead at the tip of the gun...

The kidneys are behind the waist? Xu Er's bucket was inserted very deeply? The fierce Maozi soldier instantly withered? He lost his anger on the spot.

Xu Mingwu suddenly realized that this scene of licking blood from the knife not only did not scare him, but instead made him inexplicably excited!

"Damn it? Come on!"

He shouted at a short Japanese samurai? He bent forward with a bayonet, as if looking for the little Japanese waist.

The Japanese samurai held the knife in both hands, looked like a duel, and shouted a slogan: "For the Tokugawa Shogunate!"

Xu Mingwu smiled coldly: "Brother, the Tokugawa shogunate has long been cold! I advise you to be kind!"

"Eight squares!"

The Japanese samurai seemed to have been greatly insulted, and immediately became anxious and roared with a knife.

Xu Mingwu confronted him one after another, but because the opponent was crazy and he took action again, he almost couldn't resist it.

At this time, a man came from behind, and the spear in his hand swung out. The Japanese samurai roared in shock and was penetrated by the spear.

Xu Mingwu turned around and found that it was the second prince who helped him.

At this time, Zhu Heqi's eyes were extremely crazy, and he shouted loudly, thrusting his spear, and rushed over with his head.

Everyone was surprised when Yuzhexun’s son discovered this situation, but it was difficult to get off the tiger at this time, and even if there were swords and fires in front of him, he had to do it.

"kill……"

They blushed and screamed at the top of their lungs, waving their weapons and horses to follow Zhu Heqi out, colliding with the assassins.

At fifteen, Li Shangyong, who was killed by his father, performed the most fiercely. The spear in his hand suddenly pierced into the heart of a Japanese samurai. The Japanese samurai roared, and Li Shangyong stabbed him hard again, lifted him away, and threw him away several meters away.

Zhu Daneng was not willing to be outdone and fully utilized his father's spirit of sliding to the Siberian tiger. He jumped up and slapped the Maozi soldier with a knee.

The Maozi soldier's skull broke and staggered back. Zhu Daneng's heavy fist hit him a few heavy blows, and he could clearly hear the sound of his sternum shattering.

The nobles with weak combat power fought against the Cossack soldiers in groups of three. In just a while, someone was on the body, but they were red-eyed and just gritted their teeth to fight.

Some noble children were timid and roared and fought hard to kill the opponent in front of them, but were knocked to the ground by the opponent behind them, and cut off their left arm with a knife. Blood kept flowing out of the broken arm, screaming and struggling desperately.

The two sides started a bloody fight, and the assassin had suffered most of the casualties in his blinking eyes, which made the remaining assassins feel chills in their hearts, and they kept retreating, either crawling into the bushes or escaping into the mountains and forests.

The bloody battle finally ended, and Xu Mingwu suddenly collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all his strength in his body...

The second prince and others were not much better. They were all exhausted, lying or sitting on the ground, just breathing, and some were crying loudly.

No matter how everyone was injured, the only prince Zhu and the others were spotless and sat on the horse.

Although he did not take action, as the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, he was calm in the face of danger and responded calmly. This was a great spirit and no one dared to underestimate it.

The prince ordered people to count the number of people, but the result was a dismal result. Originally, more than 30 noble children and servants, except for five servants who were seriously denied the lottery, the rest were all killed in battle, and even the noble children lost two of them.

Grief is inevitable. After the nobles, the future marquis or counts will become a cold corpse today. How can people not sigh and feel?

At this moment, a gunshot came from afar, and from time to time, the cavalry of the Dragon Martial Army rushed by and chased the assassin's escape.

The iron hooves rumbled and the smoke spread. A thousand-man cavalry was marching in an array, and the head was the Emperor Zhu Cilang.

Zhu Cilang jumped over the horse with a solemn expression. He glanced at the battlefield and carefully looked at every noble child present.

Everyone who survived the disaster, when they saw the emperor coming, some cried loudly, some trembled so hard that they dared not speak, and they bowed their heads and knelt down.

The second prince looked at his father, his eyes full of admiration. In the past, he only knew that his father had led the army to kill the enemy by fighting against his elders, but he did not know the difficulty and the mental disaster he had experienced.

Today's sudden change made him intuitively realize the greatness of his father.

Zhu Cixuan rode his horse and circled around the place for a few times, and said warmly: "You performed well and did not disappoint me."

At this moment, Zhu Cixuan was only a few steps away from Zhu Cixuan. He suddenly jumped up, rushed forward with a few steps with his gun, and shouted and rushed towards Zhu Cixuan.

Zhu Cilang suddenly drew out his sword and slashed at the assassin with one sword on his head. The assassin subconsciously raised his gun to block it. Zhu Cilang took a slash and directly cut off his gun bar. The knife still kept slashing down along his head, and finally slashed the guy in half from his head and upper body, and a strong smell of blood spread.

Zhu Cilang wiped the blood-dripping sword on the robe casually, looked at everyone, and said in a firm tone: "For generals, please do this!"

Everyone seemed to be shocked when they saw the emperor's mighty power, and they all opened their mouths without saying a word.

"Okay, this autumn hunt is over. You can go back to your house to rest. In three days, you can go to the court to listen to the order!"

After saying that, Zhu Cilang left with his horse, and a group of imperial guards followed him roared.

Xu Mingwu stared at the emperor who was leaving in a daze, and said "Damn" for a long time.
Chapter completed!