There was a torrential rain of blood in the earthen fortress, and the iron hoofs of the tiles crushed the Ming army to pieces. He also pointed his scimitar directly at Zhu Qizhen, the Yingzong. At the critical moment, an ambush in the northwest valley detonated camouflaged gunpowder, and a mudflow cut off the battlefield!
Taking advantage of the chaotic contraction of Wala, the three dead soldiers rushed to Longhu: cut off the reins, wrapped the dying substitute in the remaining robes, and dragged the real emperor into the rain.
Zhu Qizhen stumbled into the dark mountain col and was greeted by Datong general soldier Guo Deng, who was covered in blood. Looking back, Wala was holding the "dragon robe stand-in" on the tip of his spear, and roared to celebrate his victory.
Zhu Qizhen held the Panlong Jade Seal tightly around his waist. The cold touch was biting, but it ignited the fire in his eyes.
The emperor has not yet been imprisoned, but the giant gate of Datong is slowly opening in the heavy rain, and his destiny is heading towards a new track of war.
