The north wind whistled, and the yellow sand was blowing on the ancient city wall of Badaling.

As the wind and sand became more and more violent, the morning light was covered, and the sand and dust circled in their ears with a shrill roar, making people unable to open their eyes.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, several roars of wolf smoke soared into the sky, countless small black dots were shaking at lightning, the earth was trembling, rumbling like thunderous spring thunder, and even the silent city wall trembled.

Yesen did not leave time for the Ming army to prepare, so he launched the general attack directly.

After the army was flooded, more than 30,000 people were lost. Together with the number of people who were damaged by Boyan and Ala, only 80,000 were left in the 120,000 army.

The only thing worthy of comfort is that this time the Ming army retreated in a hurry and even had no time to take the cannons away.

The twelve general artillery are priceless for the Ola, which lacks firearms.

Looking at these dark big guys, I suddenly felt that it was acceptable to lose 30,000 people.

However, the Ming army was able to get out of the dilemma of Tumu Fort step by step. Before leaving, they stabbed themselves with a backhand. The tone was like a thorn in their throat and could not swallow it.

More than 100,000 troops went on a war and went back in shame. Do I want to be too worried about face?

So he decided to take advantage of the exhaustion of the Ming army and gather all his troops to attack Juyongguan. However, he did not expect that the other party would directly place the troops in Badaling.

This is better because there is a flat horse in front of Badaling, and the large army can be deployed, which is more beneficial to the attacking party.

This time, both sides saved the intrigues between them, which was a pure competition of hard power.

Countless Oar cavalry rushed to the sky with yellow sand, thousands of horses galloped, and the earth shook.

The faces of these people were full of desire for battle, their eyes were full of excitement and greed. Countless scimitars were raised high in their thick arms, and under the light, they were shining with a faint cold light.

They are here!

Sands and war horses are mixed with the world, with great shock in desolation. No matter how great a person you are, they will become extremely small in the face of this unparalleled momentum.

On the city wall, Zhu Qizhen's eyes were wide open and his face was full of solemnity.

"Soldiers, prepare!"

Tens of thousands of Ming troops were ready. Seeing the emperor staying on the front line to command the battle, they looked nervous but extremely confident.

Although everyone knows that this is a tough battle, no one is afraid.

Once at Tumu Fort, the Ming Emperor personally led a large army to win consecutive battles. Now the Ming army is already a veteran of the battlefield.

On the battlefield, you can turn a coward into a warrior!

Eight hundred steps, six hundred steps, five hundred steps...

More than 10,000 cavalry of the Oirats advanced forward at an extremely fast speed. Gradually, the tremor became louder and louder, and the dust and sand raised the ten miles in front of them into an incomprehensible mist. The mane and hoof of the war horse and the felt hat on the Oirats were clearly visible.

Everyone's hearts were tense. They stared into the distance, and the knife handles in their hands were about to be crushed.

Sand and dust swept across the face and poured into the corners of the mouth, with a bitter taste.

Zhu Qizhen spat on the ground and pulled out the sword from his waist.

"Open fire!"

Boom!

Boom!

The cannons on the city wall began to roar, and they were spitting their tongues far away.

The shells, carrying the whistling sound of the wind, drew a beautiful arc and were falling into the Oar cavalry formation. For a moment, blood and yellow sand flew together.

The blood light seemed to arouse the fierceness of the Oirats, and the steps of the large army did not stop at all. They stepped on the war horses and the corpses of their companions, shouting slogans that the Ming army could not understand, like rolling dark clouds covering the sky and the sun.

On the city wall, artillery kept roaring, and the cannon chamber was heated. However, in front of tens of thousands of troops, this amount of fire was just a drop in the bucket. The Oirats left hundreds of corpses and continued to advance.

"Arrowman!"

Zhu Qizhen waved his sword in his hand, and the archers on the city wall put on the longbow, and the arrows were fired out like locusts.

The Oirats who rushed to the front were dismissed, but their comrades behind them turned a blind eye. They quickly passed through their injured companions, went to the city in a blink of an eye, picked up the bow and arrow in their hands, and shot them at the top of the city.

Under the cover of bows and arrows, the Oirats began to attack the city. They were divided into several commandos, some attacking the city gates from the front, some set up ladders from the periphery, and some began to cross mountains and ridges, trying to find weak defenses.

However, there was no loophole in the Ming army's defense, and the two sides fought hard.

"The wall on the south side of the musket camp collapsed, and fifty people immediately came over!"

"Send some more people at the city gate!"

"A small force has come over the mountains in the valley in the north. Go and support it quickly!"

"Damn it, someone is coming up there again. Fan Zhong, follow me to kill the enemy!"

Zhu Qizhen was halfway through command, and rushed up with his sword.

Fan Zhong hurriedly followed and fought with the Oirats who had climbed up the city wall.

The Oirats not only had excellent riding skills, but also had excellent sword skills. They also fed with beef and mutton all year round, and had strong bodies and never had any extra tricks. Every knife was thriving.

However, when the soldiers saw Zhu Qizhen personally taking the battle to kill the enemy, they were greatly encouraged. Countless shouts soared into the sky, and then they left dozens of corpses of the Oirats.

The battle has reached a fever pitch, the Oirats have suffered heavy losses, and the Ming army has also been reducing their troops. The blood on the city walls has dyed the dust and sand in the desert red.

There were sword lights everywhere and blood everywhere. The small Badaling instantly evolved into a coordinate that will always be remembered in the history of the Ming Dynasty and the Oirat.

"ah!"

A shocking howl sounded, and a Ming army was red in his eyes. He actually threw away his thighs that had been cut off by the Oirat people. He jumped up with one leg, pressed the enemy under him, opened his mouth and bit the opponent's neck.

The Nawala people roared violently, and a scimitar pierced his chest. The tip of the knife was lifted out, and the blood spilled all over the floor.

This scene happened to be seen by Zhu Qizhen. He rushed over like crazy and stabbed the Oirats' chest with a sword.

"I'm your ancestor!"

Zhu Qizhen roared hard, his eyes grinned, and the long sword in his hand kept stabbing.

Seeing his crazy appearance, he was shocked and hurriedly protected him.

"Your Majesty, he is dead..."

Zhu Qizhen couldn't listen at all, but kept wielding his sword and stabbed him out one by one.

"emperor!"

Fan Zhong hugged the crazy Zhu Qizhen with all his might and shouted in his ear: "He is dead, dead!"

Zhu Qizhen then realized, threw away the long sword in his hand, leaned over and squatted in front of the Ming soldier.

This person was covered in blood and he seemed to be unable to survive. Zhu Qizhen saw that he wanted to help him stop the bleeding, but he didn't know where to start.

"How are you?"

"Emperor, Emperor..."

Although this man was dying, his face was full of smiles. He was just an ordinary little man. He had never thought about it in his life and dared not think that the Emperor of Ming Dynasty just knelt in front of him, caring about his life and death so much.

"What do you have any wishes? Tell me!"

At this moment, he did not use the title of me.

"Little...small...no regrets in this life!"

After saying that, the man's head tilted and his breath disappeared.

Zhu Qizhen picked up the dragon-patterned sword on the ground, and an angry flame ignited in his eyes again.
Chapter completed!