As the Ora cavalry retreated, thundering cheers came from the Ming army's position.

Zhang Fu trotted over, smiling like a child in his seventies.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, the Walas have withdrawn their troops!"

Town Zhu Qi took a long breath and said: "Send the order, withdraw the troops!"

Zhang Fu repeatedly said yes and personally led people to clean up the battlefield.

According to statistics, the Ming army killed more than 5,000 enemies in this battle, while the casualties on our side were only a few dozen. It was a rare victory.

After Zhu Qizhen heard the news, he did not show any excitement. He just ordered: "The fallen should be restrained as soon as possible. Their remains must be transported back to the capital after the war, and their pensions will be doubled."

When he said these words, the expression on his face was very calm, but Zhang Fu's heart was filled with waves.

After Emperor Taizong, the Ming Dynasty adopted a policy of recuperation. As the number of wars continued to decrease, the status of military attachés declined day by day, while the power of civil servants took the opportunity to rise, and there was a vague tendency for latecomers to take over.

On the battlefield, life and death depend on fate. Who cares about the life and death of every soldier?

On the contrary, the emperor, after receiving the news of the great victory, the first thing he thought of was not how many contributions he had made, but the funeral affairs of the fallen soldiers. Although there were only a few words, it was enough to comfort people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fu immediately replied: "The emperor's benevolence and righteousness are a blessing to the soldiers!"

"If it was truly a blessing, these people would not have to leave their homes and be buried in horse leather!"

Zhu Qizhen sighed and said with emotion: "One general's achievements will lead to thousands of deaths, but fighting will kill people. I also want everyone to live a peaceful life, but the Mobei grassland is surrounded by foreign enemies who repeatedly invade our borders. If

If we don’t fight this battle, the people on the border will suffer.”

"What the emperor said is that the veteran also thinks that this battle should be fought, but..."

Zhu Qizhen smiled self-deprecatingly and asked, "You want to say that I shouldn't send out troops in a hurry, let alone allow Wang Zhen to command randomly, right?"

Zhang Fu suddenly discovered that the emperor seemed not stupid at all, at least he was much smarter than he imagined.

"Veteran, do you think it's better to be more cautious when it comes to war? When Emperor Taizong went to the north, it only took three months to prepare. Are we... a little... too hasty?"

Zhu Qizhen nodded and said: "You are right. I believed Wang Zhen wrongly. He wanted to be Zheng He, but he didn't know how much he had. As a result, he lost the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers by mistake. Wan Fang is guilty.

, the crime is mine. When I return to the capital, I will issue an edict to show the guilt to the world."

"I...that's not what you meant!"

Zhang Fu hurriedly explained: "The emperor decisively executed Wang Zhen and personally led the soldiers to win three great victories. Now the army's morale and momentum are high, but... there are still 120,000 troops. I suggest that we retreat to Juyong Pass first.

At that time, we can advance, attack, retreat or defend, and the initiative will be in the hands of our army. I wonder what the emperor wants?"

Zhu Qizhen shook his head and said: "Of course I know and I will be strong first, but in this situation, it is not easy to retreat to Juyongguan?"

Zhang Fu turned his eyes and finally expressed his inner thoughts: "Why don't I send three thousand battalions to escort the emperor to Juyong Pass to wait, and the army will arrive soon..."

"No, absolutely not!"

Zhu Qizhen interrupted Zhang Fu without hesitation and said: "I will say it one last time, the war is coming, and I, the coach, must not back down!"

"However, a decisive battle with Wala in the wild will be very detrimental to our army. If the emperor's dragon body is injured..."

"It's just an injury. What are you afraid of?" Zhu Qizhen frowned and said, "Even if you die in battle, it will be the death of the king and the country. At least you will not embarrass your ancestors!"

"Your Majesty!" Zhang Fu quickly explained, "I didn't mean that..."

Zhu Qizhen raised his hand and said: "Zhang Qing's family, please stop talking. It is absolutely impossible for me to leave the soldiers alone."

Zhang Fu was so moved that his eyes turned red and he said: "Old minister, I obey the order!"

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On the west bank of Guishui River, Wala Camp.

After Boyan withdrew his troops, he couldn't help but feel very upset.

He also sent Boyan to lead the cavalry in order to try to catch up with the Ming army.

When I arrived, I made it very clear that if I could catch up, I would attack the Ming army's rear formation and attack them from both front and back with the Ali tribe.

If the Ming army has defeated Ala, don't act rashly and wait until the large army arrives before making plans.

However, Boyan was reckless by nature. How could he bear his temper when he saw that the Ming army had just crossed the river?

So he rashly sent out troops, only to find that he couldn't defeat them and lost thousands of men. They were all elite cavalry. He turned around and asked, how should I explain it?

Although I and I are brothers first, this is a war, and the other tribes are watching!

But having said that, why can the Ming army's fire blunderbuss be fired continuously?

Could it be that some advanced firearms were developed and kept hidden?

He called the few cavalrymen at the front to him and asked his doubts.

A centurion said: "The firearms of the Ming army have not changed, what has changed is the way of fighting. They divided the firecrackers into three rows. After each row fired, they retreated to the back row to reload ammunition, and then the second row came forward.

Shoot, and so on."

Although Boyan is reckless, he is basically very knowledgeable about war matters.

Through the Ming army's performance on the battlefield and the centurion's narration, he immediately understood the principle of the three-stage attack tactic, and couldn't help but admire it secretly. At the same time, he was also trying to think about the flaws of this tactic.

At this time, the door curtain was lifted and a guard walked in.

"Report to the general, Alazhiyuan asks for an audience!"

Boyan was startled and asked: "Who are you talking about?"

"Alazhiyuan."

"He's not dead yet?" Boyan looked puzzled and asked, "How many people did he bring with him?"

"It looks like there are hundreds of people, and they are all injured, and they all look like beggars."

"Hmph!" Boyan sneered, "There are only a few hundred people left out of the thirty thousand people, and Walabu has lost all his face!"

"General, see you?"

Despite the ridicule, Boyan still thought of the brotherhood and said: "Let them come in!"

After about a cup of tea, a guard led Ala to the Chinese army's tent.

Boyan looked up and was stunned.

In the Oara tribe, Ala is the leader of the right wing, his status is second only to Yexian, and he is usually very powerful.

But now, I saw a man standing in front of me with his hair and beard scorched together, his clothes in tatters, and holes everywhere. If you didn't look carefully, who would have thought that this was the famous Alazhiyuan on the grassland?

"Alazhiyuan, why are you...like this?"

"Bo Yan!" Ala almost cried, and said aggrievedly, "This Ming army is not simple, you have to be careful!"

Boyan nodded silently and thought to himself, of course I know they are not simple, they just beat me until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen.

But having said that, all the more than 30,000 people on your side have been lost, and all the positions have been lost. Do I need you to teach me?
Chapter completed!