Zhu Zhanhe was confused.

My father, who had not waited for the rest and the other side, appeared at this time and stopped him, who was about to hunt down the Japanese pirates.

His eyes couldn't help but turn red.

It was not because I was excited when I saw my father, but because I was confused and angry.

Zhu Zhanhe immediately shook his hand, grabbed Zhu Gaoxu by his hand, and slapped him hard.

"Reinforcements! Is this the reinforcements?"

"My hundreds of brothers, it's because your reinforcements have not been out for a long time and have stayed here forever!"

"In the past, no matter how the court fought, I didn't care, but today..."

"Today is the time to kill the Japanese! As a Ming army and a Ming person, how can you be as stable as Mount Tai?"

Zhu Zhanhe looked angry, and he ignored the officers and soldiers around him: "They also have parents, wives and children, and there are also family members, but they didn't take a step back because they were the Ming army!"

Zhu Zhanhe pointed his fingers to the battlefield, and the Ming soldiers who fell forever in the snow and pool of blood on the pipeline outside the Guancang in Funing Prefecture in the 15th year of Yongle.

"Brothers, the Japanese pirates are defeated, we should take advantage of the victory to pursue them!"

"Cancel the Japanese with me!"

Zhu Zhanhe roared and called out loudly around him, and then he no longer cared about Zhu Gaoxu's dark face and rushed towards the fleeing Japanese pirates with a blood-stained knife.

Less than two hundred officers and soldiers of the grain transport team looked at His Highness the King of Han who was stunned on the spot, and then followed their deputy Qianhu, heading for the direction of the Japanese pirates' escape, and pursued them as they seized the victory.

The Japanese pirates are already defeated as a whole.

The young Ming army generals chased them while holding up the long sword waiting to drink blood, and kept shouting to kill the Japanese. The Ming army was mighty.

The Ming army's firearms regained their functions again.

As the Japanese pirates fled in front and the Ming army chased after them, the firearms had enough shooting distance.

Zhu Zhanhe's face was covered in blood, and there were some crimson red blocks in the gaps between the armor.

He had already caught up with the political commissars in the army at the forefront and chased them side by side.

...

Beside Zhu Gaoxu, his personal soldiers carefully asked: "Prince, are you going to catch up with the prince..."

snort!

Zhu Gaoxu snorted coldly, and his eyes moved away from Zhu Zhanhe who was gradually sinking into the snow forest: "Encircle and suppress the Japanese pirates here, and ordered the General Political Commissar to bring half of his men to support the Funing Prefecture Guan Cang!"

"Then you, Prince..." the personal soldier said in confusion.

Zhu Gaoxu immediately glared at his personal soldiers and pulled out the sword from his waist: "I'll save my cub!"

After roaring, Zhu Gaoxu also killed the Japanese pirates in the direction of the escape.

As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, he was even more a meritorious general who was good at fighting.

Even though Zhu Gaoxu had never really fought with the Japanese, he was familiar with the attack methods of the Japanese.

The Japanese are insidious!

They applied this insidiousness to all places and used everything they could.

The mountains and forests under snowy nights are a good place to fight back and kill enemies.

A group of young people who know nothing only know how to avenge their brothers, but ignore the dangers they may face.

I don’t know whether it was the melted snowflakes or the enemy’s blood, but it hit Zhu Gaoxu’s face in the whistling night wind, warmly allowing Zhu Gaoxu to speed up his pace one after another.

...

Sooner or later, Yaosi was like a ghost, constantly running away in the snow forest where he could not see his fingers.

He didn't run straight.

The footprints left behind in the forest land that had long been covered with heavy snow could provide the Ming army with a clear way to catch up.

Sooner or later, Yoshi took Komatsu Kun and several loyal and superb Japanese men to jump repeatedly in the snow forest.

"Sooner or later, this is the trap of the Ming court!" A gap was broken on Komatsu Jun's shoulder, and countless blood gushed out from under the gap, and the side was burnt around.

Sooner or later, Yaosi took the man to jump horizontally and moved direction again. He looked back at the torch in the Ming army's hand behind him, and cursed in a low voice: "Traitor! Wang Sang... There are spies among Xu Sang and others!"

The pain on his shoulder seriously affected Komatsu Jun's ability to move. He said angrily: "Sooner or later, when will you wake up? This time it must be the damn Wang Sang who betrayed us!"

Wang Sang and Yao Sijun have always had conflicts sooner or later.

The two of them probably didn't like each other, and before this action, there was a conflict between them. It is not difficult to judge that Wang Sang must be holding a grudge.

Just as they have been planning to kill all the coastal merchants who collude with them.

It is not difficult to imagine that Wang Sang, who holds a grudge, will tell the Ming court about everything this time because of the resentment in his heart.

Sooner or later, Yaosi's eyes were filled with sadness. Countless tribe members died in this land far away from his hometown, and there were tribe members who were constantly falling down.

He looked at Donghai, whom he could not see, and said in a deep voice: "As long as I can escape this time, I will take Komatsu Jun and you to ask them for an explanation!"

As he said that sooner or later, Yaosi moved his body horizontally again, and the footprints on the snow disappeared in vain, leaving traces on the other side.

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

In the snow forest, there were constant gunfire from the Ming army.

There will be a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground between them.

"Komatsu! Get ready!"

In the snow forest, sooner or later, Yaosi's voice was a little cruel.

But Komatsu Jun showed surprise on his face: "Hey!"

A cold wind blew, and the figures in the snow forest disappeared suddenly.

On the official road, the remaining fighting sounds gradually dissipated and crawled into the snow forest.

The red light shone into the snow forest, shaking constantly, dragging out countless unpredictable shapes.

The reflected light made the Ming army officers and soldiers' eyes narrow slightly and were cautiously alert to the threats around them.

Zhu Zhanhe's breathing was very heavy, and the fierce fighting and chasing made his physical strength continue to flow. His eyes were like falcons in the night, sweeping through the shadows of snow forests.

The young political commissars held a long sword in their hands and were slanted in front of them. This posture could block the enemy's sneak attack and could also quickly react and kill the enemy.

The other officers and soldiers of the grain transport team, under the mutual support of their companions, formed three and three in groups.

One person was in the middle, holding a bullet-mounted musket, and the two men stood on the left and right to guard the flanks.

The Ming army's feet were stomping on the snow, making waves of creaking sounds.

The wind blows the treetops, making the snow on the branches unsustainable. When it is just piled up, it will always be hanged in the forest, and countless snowflakes are flying around the trunks in the forest.

"Sir, they are hiding their tracks and will definitely not go far!"

Zhang Wulin swallowed a mouthful of blood mixed together, held a musket in his hand, and walked in a three-person team beside Zhu Zhanhe.

Even though the inner bones of this young Ming army were broken, they would secretly follow him when chasing the enemy.

Zhu Zhanhe frowned, and his gaze swept across Zhang Wulin's waist.

The military staff said that even if there are a few minor injuries on the battlefield, if they are not treated in time or if they are strenuous exercise is reduced, they may become life-threatening injuries in the future.

But now everyone has gone deep into the snow forest, and Zhu Zhanhe cannot drive Zhang Wulin away from here.

He silently signaled to protect his personal soldiers and kept an eye on the situation of Mr. Zhang next to him at any time.

"You are a man. If possible in the future, you should join our political commissar!" A young political commissar praised in a low voice.

Zhu Zhanhe's eyes twitched when he heard this.

It was not because the other party was openly poaching people in front of him, but because the political commissars of these political commissars today gave him too much impact.

These people are really desperate when they go to the battlefield!

"Everyone is silent!" Zhu Zhanhe whispered.

The officers and soldiers around immediately calmed down.

In the snow forest, only everyone's breathing sounds remain.

It seemed that it was blowing by the wind, and it was spread everywhere.

Bang!

A gunshot was heard unexpectedly.

Everyone's eyes immediately shifted.

I saw a soldier in the grain transport team reloading the bullets, and a big hole was shaking on a tree trunk not far in front of him.

Further away, between the light and the shadow, a figure flashed by.

Then several gunshots were fired.

However, it was all lost.

"You can only shoot with all your confidence!"

Zhu Zhanhe ordered again.

Pre-loaded ammunition is not sufficient now, and relying on the workshops in the imperial village to produce only can only be used by some officers and soldiers.
To be continued...