Tuo Huan was a little moved, then shook his head again and sighed:
"You are oversimplifying the problem. Since the Ming Dynasty sent troops to us, they must have thought about this problem. We only invaded Hami, and the Tatars invaded the Ming Dynasty border. Their nature is much worse than ours."
He was startled for a moment, and then said indifferently: "What father means is... that the Ming army also attacked the Tatars?"
"It's very possible." Tuohuan frowned, "Even if they haven't beaten us yet, Ming will beat them after they finish beating us."
At this point, Tu Huan had a headache, "The emperor of the Ming Dynasty is really... tricky. It would be great if the Ming Dynasty didn't have the Battle of Jingnan!"
Although he was far away in the grassland, he still knew about such a big battle as the Battle of Jingnan. If the Ming Emperor had been Jianwen, he was confident that Wala would never be in the situation it is today.
He was not a fantasist. He felt that what his father said was meaningless. The top priority was to find a way as soon as possible to minimize Wala's losses.
"Father, I still think that joining the Ming Dynasty is the best choice." Ye Xian said seriously, "We can't defeat the Ming army."
Tuo Huan smiled bitterly and said, "You can understand it, how can your father not understand it?"
He sighed, "But the problem is that such a big thing as surrendering to the Ming Dynasty cannot be decided by me alone. If I raise it rashly, the generals below will be the first to explode, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless it hurts from being beaten, it is only right to surrender to the Ming Dynasty." Tuo Huan's face was full of bitterness.
Ye Xian's expression showed helplessness, and at the same time he understood that what his father said was true. He pondered for a moment and said, "Father, give me a fine horse, and I will go to the Ming Dynasty to seek peace."
Seeing that his father was about to refuse, he first explained: "More than a hundred people can do it. I just want to ask for peace. In this way, after experiencing the power of the Ming army, the leaders of the various departments will calm down. By then, if I can convince the commander of the Ming army in time
, which can reduce Wala’s losses to a great extent.”
Tuo Huan thought for a moment and nodded heavily: "Be careful along the way!"
…
Five thousand heavy armored cavalry were galloping at lightning speed, and in an instant they met the Oara army coming up from the top.
"Kill!" Zhu Zhanji scolded, his spear was like a dragon, and he hit Huanglong straight at him. The Wala man who rushed at the front was stabbed through, fell off his horse, and received his lunch box.
With a gun on his arm, Zhu Zhanji changed to a more comfortable holding position and started killing everyone again.
Li Qing did not yell, he reserved more than half of his energy to protect Zhu Zhanji, and the rest was used to kill the enemy. Even so, his efficiency in killing the enemy was unmatched by anyone.
His movements were not very fast, nor were they very wide, but every time he fired his gun, he could take away one person. Under his gun, no one was injured, only killed.
People are like tigers, horses are like dragons, they are like steel and iron, and they move forward indomitably.
Wala hurriedly met the enemy, but the Ming army fully utilized the kinetic energy of the cavalry.
"Ding-dang-dang...puff-puff-puff..."
The sounds of weapons clashing, sharp blades chopping, and horses neighing... are intertwined together, and the accompanying flying red color exaggerates the cruelty and tragedy of the battlefield to the extreme.
Li Qing fired one shot at a time and was extremely efficient at killing enemies. Having been on the battlefield so many times, he was already used to fighting.
The fierce battle was in full swing. Suddenly, a dying Wala man slashed at the leg of Zhu Zhanji's horse. Li Qing was shocked and fired his gun, but was blocked by a Wala army.
"Be careful!" Li Qing warned loudly. He shot away the Wala soldier who had no intention of blocking him, and it was too late to save him.
"Xilulu..."
The war horse under Zhu Zhanji suddenly neighed and then fell forward.
With Li Qing's reminder, Zhu Zhanji responded almost as soon as he felt his horse was out of control.
He jumped up hard and rode with the soldiers behind him. After killing two Wala soldiers in succession, he found the right opportunity and switched to an ownerless horse.
Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief and secretly praised him: He is indeed a good grandson. Not only does he have a good head, but his skills on horseback are also good.
There are not many people who can complete such difficult moves on the battlefield, but Zhu Zhanji does it with ease, his movements are smooth and fluid, and he can fight again immediately, which is really commendable.
However, after this incident, Li Qing did not care about fighting anymore and quickly approached Zhu Zhanji to prevent him from having an accident.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta...!"
The horse's hooves as big as a bowl beat on the grass like drums...
Thousands of heavy cavalry rushed past, and continued to move forward with their remaining momentum. They continued for five or six miles before gradually slowing down.
Zhu Zhanji did not immediately counterattack, but let the soldiers rest for a while so that the horses could breathe.
When cavalry charges, war horses can even determine the outcome of a battle more than soldiers.
"The Wala army has moved out." Li Qing stood on his horse, looked far into the distance for a while, and said to Zhu Zhanji, "The formations have been set up. It will not be easy to attack in a rampant manner. How about... we should go back to the camp first.
Are you going to listen to the emperor’s arrangements?”
If they were to enter a melee, Li Qing was not sure that he could protect Zhu Zhanji. Even when tens of thousands of troops from both sides were fighting, especially when the battlefield was not divided, he did not have the confidence to escape unscathed.
Zhu Zhanji is the hope of the future of the Ming Dynasty, and Li Qing does not dare to take this risk.
Several generals also advised him that they were not afraid of fighting on the battlefield, but they were afraid that something might happen to their grandson.
They all understood that if Taisun really died on the battlefield, no matter how great their military exploits were, they would not be able to expiate their guilt.
"Okay!" Zhu Zhanji did not insist. Today, he is no longer a teenager, less impulsive and more mature.
Thousands of heavy horsemen rested for a while and then rode back to the camp.
~
On the observation deck, Zhu Di patted Zhu Zhanji on the shoulder with a smile on his face.
“Well done!”
This compliment is not only an affirmation of Zhu Zhanji's bravery and skill in fighting, but also an affirmation of his prestige in the military.
Zhu Di is Emperor Wu, and he also hopes that his grandson will be Emperor Wu. Moreover, the Ming Dynasty also needs Emperor Wu!
Not only Zhu Zhanji, but also several other generals also received Zhu Di awards, and all of them were beaming with joy.
Zhu Di did this to tell the military that Zhu Zhanji would definitely take over the throne in the future, and follow him to get some meat.
After the generals finished eating the big cake, they turned around and led the cavalry with great energy and went back to the battlefield.
When Yu Qian saw Li Qing covered in blood, he came up to him and asked if he was injured. After these days of getting along, the two were not only superiors but also close friends.
"I'm fine, it's all the enemy's blood." Li Qing smiled and asked, "How is the battlefield?"
Yu Qian sighed: "What you see on paper is ultimately shallow. The battlefield is completely different from what I imagined."
Li Qing's smile grew wider, "When you go back, think more and study more. You can't just know what is happening and not know why."
"That's what Li Shangshu said." Yu Qian cupped his hands and asked with concern, "Are you really okay?"
"How can it be fake?" Li Qing said arrogantly, "I can give one to a hundred."
Yu Qian smiled and thought it was Li Qing bragging. However, he still admired his boss psychologically. He was already quite old and could still mount a horse to kill the enemy with great vigor.
After exchanging a few words, both of them turned their attention to the battlefield.
The situation on the battlefield has become a confrontation between two armies. The two sides are clearly separated. Only the soldiers directly in front are fighting. It seems fierce, but in fact it is not very lethal.
But soon, the situation was broken.
The Ming army did not respect martial ethics and fired cannons in the front army camp.
As the roaring sound continued, the casualties of the Wala army immediately increased exponentially.
Wala was so angry that he had no choice but to change his tactics and send cavalry directly into the Ming army's camp, hoping to force the Ming army to be unable to use firearms.
However, while they were gathering the cavalry death squads, Zhu Di also issued military orders to form square formations and set up horse stakes.
Thunderbolt bullets and solid bullets were fired one after another as if they were free. The gunners cooperated with each other to charge, reload, ignite, clear the chamber, and recharge...
Repeatedly, the emission efficiency is extremely high.
The Oara army made several attacks to no avail and began to retreat slowly. As they retreated, the Ming army advanced, moving forward in a crushing manner.
This almost rogue style of fighting, relying on the power of firearms, made Wala miserable, but he was helpless.
The momentum of the Wala army, blocked by the horse-rejecting stakes and shield soldiers, could not get close to the artillerymen of the Shenji Camp. Only the men and horses in the front could rush up, and it was difficult for those behind to form an momentum under the cover of firepower.
Wala was so angry that he scolded his mother, but he could only retreat as if he was resigned.
On the observation deck, Zhu Di smiled brightly.
The advantages of the Ming army became more and more obvious, but the Oara army suffered heavy casualties.
But at this moment, a messenger hurriedly climbed up to the observation tower, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, Choros, the son of the leader of Wala, also wants to see you first."
"No." Zhu Di sneered and shook his head, "When we first invaded Hami, we should have thought that today, the snot would fall out of our mouth. Why would we have gone there if we knew we had thrown it away?"
"Ye Xian?" When Li Qing heard the name, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and he asked anxiously: "How old is that person?"
The messenger thought for a while and replied: "About fourteen or fifteen years old."
That shouldn't be wrong... Li Qing said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, it would be better to meet him and see what tricks he is playing."
"Is it useful?" Zhu Di snorted coldly.
Li Qing didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say: "Your Majesty, I have nothing to lose, so I just want to see you."
Zhu Di was about to refuse again, but the astute Zhu Zhanji also handed over his hand and said, "My grandson also thinks it would be good to meet him."
In fact, he didn't know what was good about it, but when he saw Li Qing's expression vaguely anxious, he decided to do it.
Yu Qian said: "Confucius said: Those who have literary affairs must have military preparations; those who have military preparations must have literary affairs; I have a great Ming Dynasty..."
"Okay, what bothers me the most is Zi Yue." Zhu Di said angrily, "Is he older or am I older?"
Yu Qian choked for a moment and said humbly, "Of course it's the emperor."
"Your Majesty, let's meet." Li Qing insisted again, "Maybe there will be unexpected gains."
Facts have proved that Li Qing's words are more useful than Ziyue's, and Zhu Di finally agrees to meet this Chorus Yexian.
Zhu Di left Zhu Zhanji to take command at the observation tower, and then took Li Qing back to the commander's camp.
About two-quarters of an hour later, a young man was invited in.
"My little minister, Choros Ye, first of all, pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty." Ye bowed before him and said, "Wala is willing to reconcile with the Ming Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty will obey!"