The Mongolian army originally thought that it would only take two or three days to capture the Ming and Qin kings.
However, today is already the fifth day, and there is no hope of victory at all.
The losses suffered by the Ming Dynasty were extremely heavy, but as the corpse wall continued to thicken, the losses suffered by the Mongolian army became greater and greater every time.
Now in some small tribes, all the warriors in the tribe are almost dead, and they are already retreating.
"Grand Master, this is not an option. Now the leaders of each tribe feel that the casualties are too great, and they no longer want to send more people." Guilichi said to Alutai alone.
Arutai nodded: "I didn't expect that the Ming army would be so difficult to break. This wall of corpses completely blocked the advantage of our cavalry. The Ming people have a lot of experience in defending the city."
"We can't continue like this. Now that the morale of the military is fluctuating, we can only fight with all our strength. Even if the losses are greater, we must win."
"Don't worry too much. I think the Ming army doesn't have many fire guns left. Today, my prairie warriors rushed to the front, and they started to use fire guns."
Guilichi also discovered this situation, so he wanted to talk to Taishi Arutai alone.
Now that the Grand Master has an idea, he naturally supports it.
Immediately afterwards, Arutai held a meeting of leaders and determined that the entire army would be dispatched tomorrow to defeat the Ming army in one fell swoop.
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The situation here is very uncomfortable for Zhu Ping.
In the daytime war, even Zhu Xi, as the head coach, personally went to the front line.
The army of 200,000 fought for five days, and half of it was lost.
Even among the remaining 100,000 troops, there are still a large number of wounded soldiers.
Just as Arutai guessed, the gunpowder here in Zhu Ping has basically bottomed out.
Perhaps the only good thing is that morale has not declined, but has risen even higher.
This is naturally due to Geng Bingwen.
He told all the soldiers that if the camp was broken, only the King of Qin would survive, and he, including all the soldiers, would become the rations of the Mongolian army.
"The King of Qin said that he will live and die with all the kings. If the camp is destroyed, he will never live in this world."
These words made the soldiers who heard them feel determined to die.
The King of Qin is so noble and will not surrender. We are just insignificant soldiers. How can we risk our lives and fight to the death?
In the large tent of the Ming army.
Zhu Chen asked in a deep voice: "General Geng, how much gunpowder do we have? Can we still fight tomorrow?"
Geng Bingwen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The gunpowder in the army has been exhausted. Let alone the first battle, even for two or three hours, I don't know whether it can be used."
"I see that the Mongolian army is showing signs of reorganizing its troops and horses. Their losses in the past few days are not small. Looking at this, I am afraid that the entire army will be dispatched tomorrow."
After the words fell, there was silence in the big tent.
Zhu Ping's eyes were fierce, and after a while he said: "In that case, let's fight to the death. Tomorrow, after the first round of charge by the Mongolian army, I will personally lead the bodyguard to fight to the death with them."
King Qin said this, and the generals present immediately stood up and said: "Obey the order."
The night passed quickly.
On this night, the soldiers of the Ming Army did not move the corpses, but took a good rest.
It was like a dark cloud was looming overhead, and everyone felt very heavy.
When the King of Qin ordered that there was no need to carry the corpses, all the soldiers understood one thing. Tomorrow was probably the day when they would die.
The moonlight tonight is beautiful, lighting up the entire Hulunbuir.
It can be seen that some soldiers in the Ming army camp were wiping blood from their bodies.
"Why are you wiping it so clean? You are going to die tomorrow and you still care so much."
"It's because I'm going to die tomorrow, so I want to make myself more decent."
"It's not necessary. When the Mongolian army eats your flesh, they will definitely clean you up, so why bother yourself."
These words made the soldiers nearby burst into laughter.
After the laughter, there was silence again.
"Have you written a letter home?"
"I do want to write it, but do I still expect the Mongols to send it back to you?"
"Maybe."
"Then let me write one too. I originally thought it was a great achievement, but I didn't expect that I would end up buried in a foreign land."
"Do you hate it?"
"I hated it a few days ago, but I don't hate it anymore."
"Me too."
"It's a pity. When I graduated from the military academy, I thought I would have a great future, but I didn't expect that, eh, maybe this is my destiny."
In the first few days, the army was actually very dissatisfied with Zhu Feng, many middle-level officers, including lower-level soldiers.
Because they understood that it was because of Zhu Ping's greed for power that he was trapped and suppressed like this.
But today, I don’t hate it anymore.
Because the distinguished prince who made a mistake said that he would not surrender, but would die generously like the mud-legged ones like himself.
Naturally, I can't hate it anymore.
Tonight is very long and yet very short.
When the first ray of sunlight broke, the sound of trumpets came from the distance.
The Ming army knew that it was the sound of the Mongolian army's imminent attack.
Immediately afterwards, the drums in the Ming army camp rang, and the soldiers picked up their swords and spears and ran towards the front.
This time the Mongolian army came out in full force, and at first glance it looked like a huge wave on the grassland.
They howled and rushed directly towards the wall of corpses of the Ming army.
The Mongolian cavalry at the front forced the wall of corpses, and the matchlock guns of the Ming army fired out pieces of smoke.
The two sides began the most brutal fight.
At this time, Zhu Xi, with more than 10,000 remaining cavalry, was already waiting for the opportunity in the rear.
In less than half an hour, a large gap appeared in the corpse wall.
After all, it was just piled up without any materials for reinforcement. When those Mongolian cavalry rushed forward, many simply dismounted and dragged the corpses directly.
As long as the height is lower than the waist, the Mongolian cavalry can leap in directly.
Zhu Ping looked at the collapsed front line, raised his sword high, and shouted: "Everyone, follow me and fight to the death!"
"Kill kill kill!!!"
This is the only remaining cavalry of more than 10,000 in Zhu Xiang's camp.
This time, Zhu Xi, who was fully armored, rushed into the battlefield himself.
As Zhu Ping shouted, violent drum beats sounded throughout the Ming army camp. All the Ming army soldiers turned from defense to offense and charged towards the Mongolian cavalry.
Although the Mongolian army was extremely large in number, it was impossible to charge them all at once due to the obstruction of the Mozhgrad River.
In terms of armaments, the Ming army was superior to the Mongolian army. In such close combat, the Ming army had a great advantage.
It's just that the Mongolian army keeps coming in a steady stream. With sheer numbers, the balance of victory is slowly tilting towards the Mongolian army.
Seeing that King Qin of the Ming Dynasty had already gone to battle in person, Batulu, the most powerful Mongolian army, also attacked one after another.
If anyone can capture the King of Qin alive, it must be a great achievement.
And all the leaders also told them that they could only capture the King of Qin alive and not kill him.
This made many Mongolian warriors restrained, fearing that they would kill King Qin of Ming Dynasty accidentally.
Of course, those who could rush to the side of King Qin of the Ming Dynasty were all powerful warriors who were famous in the grasslands. There were a large number of personal guards around Zhu Ping.
During the fight, these personal guards swore to protect King Qin to the death.
The Ming army who fought to the death was more tenacious than Arutai imagined.
From early morning fighting to noon, for more than two hours, they were still resisting tenaciously.
But that's all.
After two hours of high-intensity fighting, the Ming army was already struggling to its death. Not to mention the people, even the horses had lost the strength to run.
On the other hand, the Mongolian army has been maintaining a wheel-and-wheel battle. Every time they fight hard for a while, they will turn around and let others fight against the Ming army.
A look of death appeared in Zhu Xi's eyes. After he hacked a Mongolian cavalryman to death with his last sword, the horse suddenly knelt down and moaned endlessly.
Zhu Xi also rolled down from his horse.
The helmet fell off, and Zhu Xi, who was covered in blood and disheveled, held a knife on the ground and struggled to straighten up.
Even if you die, you have to die standing up.
"Your Majesty, I will take the first step."
"My lord, go slow."
"Your Majesty, I will go to Huangquan to explore the way first."
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
The personal guards around Zhu Ping shouted loudly and rushed into the enemy army one after another, and were hacked to death by the Mongols.
They are personal guards, and it is their bounden duty to die in front of the prince.
From the day he became the Jin King's personal guard, his fate today may have been destined.
No matter how cruel his heart was, no matter how indifferent he was to life and death, at this moment, Zhu Ping watched each of his personal guards continue to die, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
At this moment, Zhu Xi realized that he couldn't even name all the familiar faces.
Just when Zhu Xi was about to meet his death, he suddenly discovered that the Mongolian army in front was rioting.
"Reinforcements, reinforcements, our reinforcements have arrived."
Because the Mongolian army blocked his view, Zhu Xi didn't know what happened for the time being, but the Ming soldiers on the edge saw the flag belonging to the Ming Dynasty in the distance and immediately started shouting.
This loud shout was like a life-saving rope grasped by a drowning man. Ming Jun's already exhausted body began to surge with strength again.
It's true that reinforcements have arrived.
On the left flank of the Mongolian army, a troop of tens of thousands of Ming army cavalry rushed directly into the battlefield.
The leader of this large army was none other than King Zhu Fan of Jin.
In fact, Zhu Fan's Ye Bushou had already detected the situation two days ago.
And promptly informed Zhu Fan of the information about this place.
The reason why it has been delayed until today is because there are too many Mongolian cavalry, and the total number of cavalry in Zhu Fan's hands is only more than 40,000. This is because of the capture of a large number of Mongolian tribes' horses.
If they attack the Mongolian army rashly, even if Zhu Fan joins in, he will not be able to change the situation of the battle, but will only give food to them.
To successfully rescue the second brother, the infantry must also follow.
The distance from Aershan to Hulunbuir is nearly five hundred miles. The cavalry can attack quickly, but the infantry cannot.
Naturally, it was impossible for Zhu Xi to ignore death.
He left more than 10,000 men and marched slowly with food and grass, and then ordered other soldiers to march immediately.
He led the cavalry to approach Hulunbuir.
After receiving the news that the Mongolian army was dispatched in full force, Zhu Fan knew that he could not wait any longer.
At this time, the infantry was able to arrive, and they were already exhausted from marching day and night. However, the battlefield situation was urgent, and Zhu Fan could not care so much.
The appearance of Zhu Fan was a huge blow to the morale of the Mongolian army.
Leaders such as Arutai, Guilichi, and Mahamu could never imagine why the Ming army had reinforcements in just five days.
"How could there be so many Ming troops?"
From a Mongolian perspective, the sky is filled with yellow sand and flags stand in the distance, just like the Ming army all over the mountains and plains.
In addition to tens of thousands of cavalry, there were also countless Ming army infantry.
The vigorous Ming cavalry thrust into the Mongol army like sharp knives. Smoke filled the air. Zhu Fan's Ming army had plenty of gunpowder, and immediately large swaths of the Mongolian army continued to fall.
In such a large-scale battle, the matchlock gun does not need to be deliberately aimed, and it can easily hit the enemy's horse.
At this time, Zhu Fan was actually a little nervous.
Tens of thousands of cavalry could not reverse the situation, so he deliberately carried a large number of flags and pretended to have more troops.
"Master, what should I do?"
Gui Lichi asked a little irritably.
Seeing that the cooked duck is about to fly away at this moment.
The most important thing is that they have no idea how many Ming troops are coming.
Arutai actually wanted to fight instead, but the leaders of each tribe were unwilling.
Especially the Mongolian cavalry who were fighting, their morale dropped rapidly when they saw the Ming army's reinforcements.
Arutai had no choice but to order the withdrawal of troops first, and then sent people to investigate the situation of the newly arrived Ming troops.
He did not know that this withdrawal gave the Ming army a chance to breathe, but they would never have a chance again.
Zhu Fan won the bet.
When the Mongolian army was retreating, Zhu Fan pursued and killed them before stopping.
The impression given to the Mongolian army was that they were confident.
But Arutai never imagined that it would take more than half an hour for the infantry to arrive.
By the time Arutai got the news that he had been deceived, Zhu Fan's infantry had already arrived on the battlefield.
If Arutai had sent troops to encircle and suppress Zhu Fan as soon as he appeared, Zhu Fan would have been able to run away at most.
And then, Arutai missed another opportunity.
Because the sun was almost setting, Zhu Fan's artillery was dragged over.
Zhu Fan's army had long been out of touch due to the rapid march, and the soldiers were tired and their combat effectiveness was low.
However, after fighting against the soldiers of King Qin, the Mongolian army subconsciously believed that the Ming army's reinforcements were also like this.
This results in missed opportunities.
Of course, this has a lot to do with the lack of cooperation among the tribal leaders. Even if Arutai wants to fight, the other leaders are not willing to let their warriors die when the situation is unclear.
It is a pity that a raging fire has been ignited in Zhu Ping's camp at this moment. When Zhu Ping led the guards to dispatch, people had already set fire to the food.
The soldiers on Zhu Fan's side had carried dry food for several days, and the logistics supplies were still on the way.
The Mongolian army is sending people to investigate the situation. To a large extent, the crisis has not been resolved.
But for now, at least Zhu Ping's life has been saved.
"Second brother!"
"Third brother!"
Zhu Fan turned over and dismounted, and his heart trembled when he saw his second brother covered in blood and disheveled hair.
Fortunately, he rushed over, and a little later, the second brother really revealed that he was here.