Zhu Houzhao rushed forward with people, so Zhu Hui naturally couldn't wait behind him.

Even though he was afraid of dying, he was even more afraid that he would implicate his family if he died.

The crime of protecting the prince is not good, even if he has a high status, he cannot stop him!

Zhu Hui's personal soldiers saw him running out and followed closely behind.

Soon, they arrived at the front line of combat.

Zhu Houzhao also knew that he had a different identity and did not rush into the crowd of people who were fighting in large numbers.

He shouted loudly outside the battlefield: "Good men of the Ming Dynasty, hold on!"

"Turn all the Tartars away!"

"Reward, the promotion of the rank is right in front of you, cheer me up!"

"Continue to rush!"

Zhu Houzhao tried her best and shouted loudly.

In order to make his voice heard more clearly, he even ran back and forth on the battlefield, loudly encouraging his morale.

Zhu Hui was so scared that he was so scared that he was about to fly away.

He could only take people and guard Zhu Houzhao tightly.

Since going to war, Zhu Hui has never fought a arduous war, and he cannot even be considered to have been on the battlefield.

However, thanks to Zhu Houzhao's actions.

He actually led his elite guards and began to fight for the enemy bravely.

After their team joined in, Zhu Houzhao was inspired by the back and forth. The Ming army's aura that had just become a little decadent, obviously rising again.

Soon, a Tartar soldier discovered Zhu Houzhao shouting loudly.

Someone rushed over and wanted to deal with this person who seemed to be the leader.

Zhu Hui had just killed an enemy under the killing of his generals.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the scene of Zhu Houzhao being attacked.

His eyes were bloodshot: "Protect your car! Protect your car!"

However, before the surrounding elite soldiers surrounded him, Zhu Houzhao had already raised the sword in his hand and killed the rushing person under the horse.

His heartbeats like a drum, and his hands holding the sword trembled slightly.

He killed the enemy with his own hands...

The fight was still continuing, and the boiling blood in Zhu Houzhao's body had all rushed into his head.

He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"The Ming Dynasty will win!"

"The Ming Dynasty will win!"

The soldiers on the side also started shouting.

A team of hundreds of people shouted loudly, running back and forth on the edge of the battlefield.

There are only a limited number of people who can hear the voice of a person, but the voices of hundreds of people can be heard by more people.

Some of the Tartars who were fighting desperately on the field were also stunned by the huge cheers.

What does this mean?

Are you still in the jungle warrior with a guard of honor?

As the Tartars fought, they found that the Ming army, who had just been a little tired, had actually cheered up again.

They became more and more courageous as they fought, and they immediately took the initiative on the battlefield.

I have to say that this method is very effective.

At this time, Zhao Ce, who was in the enemy army, glanced at the people gathered on the other side.

The war has been going on for a long time, and the sun is almost halfway down.

At this time, the people sent by the enemy had basically gathered on the battlefield.

They are densely packed, all fighting together.

Seeing that the people were almost here, Zhao Ce swept the people around him behind, and turned his head and shouted, "Prepare to retreat!"

"Prepare to retreat!"

As he said, he led the people around him to fight back and kill.

As the sounds passed on, Zhu Houzhao, who was boosting morale on the side, had already heard it first.

He shouted directly to the person behind him: "Give me the battle flag!"

"Blow the horn!"

He took the battle flag representing the withdrawal of troops and waved it high immediately.

The horn of withdrawing troops was sounded at the same time.

“Dududu~”

A loud and loud horn rang out.

The Ming army, who heard the sound of the horn, immediately began to retreat like a tide.

The Ming army, who was still fighting just now and seemed to tear them all apart, actually chose to retreat after the momentum overwhelmed them?

After the little prince learned the news, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong with this matter and wanted to think carefully before making moves.

However, there are too many factors that are uncontrollable on the battlefield.

However, he could not think too much, and most of the Tartar soldiers who were red-eyed on the battlefield had already chased after him.

When they saw the enemy retreating, the first thing they thought of was that the other party could no longer hold it back.

A Tartar general shouted happily: "The other party is defeated and is about to withdraw his troops!"

"Chasing me!"

"Chase!"

This fierce battle is a test for both sides.

The longer the fight is and the more difficult it is, the more everyone wants to end sooner.

Now that the enemy has withdrawn its troops, the Tartars on the battlefield are sure to win, and they all start to chase the enemy to repay the frustration of the hard battle just now.

At this time, the front line had already shrunk very densely.

The Ming army fought and retreated, and the Tartars rushed forward, all of them wanted to beat the dogs in the water.

Gradually, the people of the Tartars were basically close together.

There was a large area of ​​blackness, and everyone's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light.

They get closer and closer.

When crossing a certain section of the road, Zhao Ce, who had already rushed over from the enemy, whispered: "Light!"

The horns and battle flags are also rapidly changing the form of notifications.

“Sizi…”

Accompanied by various sounds on the battlefield, the sound of gunpowder igniting was directly submerged.

The Tartars were not sure about this and were still chasing the retreating Ming army.

Suddenly.

Small black dots appeared in the air, as if they were thrown from the side.

However, the Tartar army, who were excited to pursue people and enjoy the joy of victory, were only staring at the retreating Ming army, and no one would look up at it.

By the time these small black dots were discovered, they had already landed very close to some people's heads.

The Tartar, who was the first to see, subconsciously lowered his head, trying to use the hat on his head to block the impact of the small stone.

The hat on his head was thick, and ordinary small stones would definitely not be in danger of life.

However, the expected stone did not fall.

These are small enemies of thousands of people!

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

These can only affect the small enemy forces of the enemy outside, either explode in the air or in front of the Tartars.

The power of the explosion of ten thousand enemies is too great.

What really hurts people are broken porcelain pieces or stones.

After these ten thousand enemies exploded in the air, debris splashed in the air, sprayed into all directions, and continued to rotate.
To be continued...