vrcanaries Chapter 1439
Chapter 1439
"Could it be that Your Majesty...?"
However, the thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before Zhang Cheng shook his head and said with a stern look, "No, His Majesty has never been one to treat human life lightly. He cherishes the lives of every Ming soldier and even every ordinary Ming citizen!"
"His Majesty would never drag so many Ming soldiers along for the sake of a mere Prince Yan!"
"The Embroidered Uniform Guards knew His Majesty before anyone else."
For such a long time.
Most of the things Zhu Yunwen did were handled or participated in by the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
They have ears, eyes, and, most importantly, hearts; they are the first to see their master's true nature before anyone else.
One's master may have underestimated the abilities of the Three Guards of Yanshan and given them less than others, but it's impossible that he would use such insidious methods.
Thinking of this, he looked thoughtfully at the Shenji Battalion soldiers holding muskets at the edge of the battlefield, as if trying to figure out the mystery. However, he was destined not to understand it. Even so, there was no resentment in his eyes, only confusion.
I only heard these words from him.
Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, Tan Yuan, and others all showed disdain or even pity in their eyes.
Zhang Yu shook his head and sighed, "Blind loyalty!! That guy surnamed Wu has already brought so many men and set up muskets, with the muzzles pointed at me. But once the muskets are fired, do you think you, Zhang Cheng, can escape?"
At this point, Qiu Fu had given up all hope and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!! You were sold out by your little emperor and you're still counting the money for him, you Embroidered Uniform Guards are really something! Speaking of which... it's quite something that the little emperor and his dog-headed strategist have managed to train you all so obediently! Hahahahaha!"
The words are over.
Qiu Fu spurred his horse and galloped straight towards Wu Zhenhai, shouting, "I never expected you to be so vicious and ruthless! I miscalculated! I'll take one last gamble: will your muskets take my life, or will I be lucky enough to dodge them and reach this Wu fellow?"
"Zhang Yu! Tan Yuan! Zhu Neng, Zhu Liang! Why not take one of them down with you when you die?"
"This Wu guy is so ruthless, surely one of us can take him down!"
"..."
Zhang Yu, Tan Yuan, and the others were all comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside Qiu Fu, so they immediately understood and quickly spurred their horses to follow, shouting, "Alright! Let's see who can drag that Wu fellow to the underworld! Later, the rest of us will toast him in the underworld!!!"
Seeing the group rush towards Wu Zhenhai like arrows released from a bowstring.
Zhang Cheng stood there, somewhat bewildered.
Just as Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, and the others rushed out, Zhang Cheng saw Wu Zhenhai make a gesture from afar: "Let go!"
What followed was a series of sharp, almost piercing sounds: "Bang—bang—bang bang bang bang bang—"
Most of the people present were veterans of the battlefield, and the sound was immediately familiar to them: the muskets were being fired!
Those familiar with the unpredictable nature of muskets instinctively showed expressions of fear and surprise, with some even ducking to avoid them.
Zhang Cheng, who was also on the battlefield, was in the same situation.
After all, the enemy and our side are mixed together now. If the muskets were to be fired, who knows where the bullets would end up?
However, while dodging, Zhang Cheng seemed to notice something amiss: "Wait... they didn't light any fire, so how did they fire the muskets?"
Without giving him a chance to think about it in detail.
Immediately following the gunshot was the sound of warhorses neighing. The neighing was very sharp, as if the horses were in great pain.
Follow the sound and look.
It was in the direction where Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, Tan Yuan, Zhu Neng, and Zhu Liang were.
Their warhorses, which were galloping on a flat plain, seemed to have fallen into some kind of trap. Their hooves buckled, and the entire horse, along with Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, and the others on its back, all tumbled and rolled to the ground.
This was not limited to Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, and others.
The other three generals and soldiers from Yanshan who charged towards Wu Zhenhai with them also suffered the same fate and misery!
See this situation.
Zhang Cheng was both shocked and overjoyed. Without thinking about what had happened, he shouted the order at the top of his lungs: "They've fallen from their horses and are completely unprepared! Capture them all!!! Capture them all!!! This will be a great achievement!!"
While shouting, he spurred his horse and quickly rode towards the location of Zhang Yu and the others.
Who cares what happened?
This sudden change and opportunity means that if we capture these people first, the three from Yanshan will be thrown into chaos and their fighting strength will decrease. They will be easier to deal with, and the matter of sending the Prince of Yan to Yingtian Prefecture will be settled!
The garrison troops he mobilized were located in Beiping and were quite experienced in combat. While secretly rejoicing that they had not been hit by the musket, they immediately reacted to Zhang Cheng's words and took advantage of the enemy's warhorses falling to the ground and rolling down to capture Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, and many other generals and soldiers of the Yanshan Three Guards.
After Zhang Yu and the others were captured and subdued.
Zhang Cheng also rushed over, glancing triumphantly at Qiu Fu, Zhang Yu, and the others: "Looks like... you guys are all a bit unlucky. Of all places to hit, the musket had to hit your horses' hooves, hahaha!!"
Qiu Fu, who had been restrained with his hands tied behind his back, seemed unwilling to give up and twisted his body to struggle. Unfortunately, he had just fallen heavily off the horse and was restrained by a burly man who had been through many battles. How could he break free?
He could only stare intently at Zhang Cheng, hesitant to speak: "You... I..."
But he seemed momentarily at a loss for words to express his frustration, and in the end, he could only unleash a furious, impotent curse: "Fuck!!!!!"
Zhang Yu, standing beside him, kept scanning his surroundings, his gaze shifting between himself and his companions, the fallen warhorse, Zhang Cheng, and the numerous garrison soldiers around them. He frowned and muttered, "Impossible... How could this be... How could this be...?"