Tuo Huan personally took command of the battle, with a murderous look on his face.
There was no other way. It was really impossible not to go forward this time. The Tatar army surrounded us from the rear. Although there were only more than a thousand people, they were all elites, and the damage they caused was considerable.
"King Shuning, let's fight!" Ashe Temür advised, "Rather than just sit back and wait for death, it's better to go out and fight. Besides, the Ming army is about to arrive, and the Ming court can also see Oala's bravery.
"
He saw the excitement and did not think it was a big deal. He knew that he would have sex just in case, and he had a secret plan. He had five thousand elite confidants who kept it secret.
I'm a little confused about how to get rid of sex. It's only the morning of the fourth day, and there's still one day to go.
But the Tatars have completely risked their lives, and now their trump cards are exposed. Once the Ming army is late, they will not even be able to break through.
While he was hesitating, the bodyguard came to report: "King, the Tatars who are outflanking are almost entering the camp. The cattle and sheep have been frightened, and the women and children are being moved to the center, but... they can't hold on for long.
"
Ashe Tiemur took the opportunity to counterattack: "The Tatars have already been hit in the face, and the Ming army is behind them. Do we still need to hesitate at this juncture?"
Anyway, it wasn't him bleeding, so he didn't feel distressed at all: "Chief Tuhuan, what are you afraid of? Why don't you dare to fight with the Tatars?"
"Fart, when have I ever been afraid of the Tatars?" Tu Huan was a bit embarrassed and gritted his teeth, "Go and give the order and let Polo Meng take action immediately and kill the Tatars who are outflanking him first."
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"Report——!" The Tatar spy got off his horse and loudly reported before entering the commander's camp: "The Ming army is approaching us."
"Wow--"
The curtain was lifted, and Mu Zhuoer came out wearing armor, "How many people are there?"
"More than fifteen thousand," the spy replied.
So much? Mu Zhuoer asked: "How far is it?"
"Less than a hundred miles."
So fast?
Mu Zhuoer was a little flustered. Once again, things went beyond her expectations. The Ming army's movements were ridiculously fast.
Should we fight or retreat? Mu Zhuoer is a bit confused.
"Report——!"
"The Grand Master has led his army to break through the Wala Pass and is marching straight in. Please ask the king for immediate reinforcements." The spy hurriedly came to report.
As soon as he finished speaking, another spy came over: "Report——!"
"The small team outflanking Wala has entered the Wala camp."
Two pieces of good news in succession allowed Mu Zhuoer to regain her confidence.
When things have reached this point, if we back out again, not only will this plan fail completely, but the advantage gained last time will also be lost... Mu Zhuoer's eyes have shown the vicissitudes of life, and they are once again glowing with blazing wildness.
This time, there is no retreat.
She is 56 years old and does not have much time to make new plans!
Mu Zhuoer said coldly: "Send the order: Throw away unnecessary supplies, all warriors are dispatched, victory or defeat depends on this!"
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"Report——!"
The spies covered in blood were carried back by the war horses. Before they could get close, they fell off their horses and said in panic, "King, the pass has been lost!"
"What?"
It's not that he hadn't thought about this situation before, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.
There is still a full day before the scheduled time, can Wala survive?
He has no choice. Now that he has used all his cards, he is no longer even qualified to escape.
At the critical moment of life and death, the true colors of the promiscuous hero are revealed: "You son of a bitch, I will fight with you."
He glanced at Ashe Temür and said, "The Tatars are here. If you want to avenge Ulyanha, bring your three thousand warriors to help me. Of course, if you are afraid, you can also choose to escape."
"
Ashe Tiemur also understood that it was a critical moment of life and death, and he knew even more that it would be difficult for his three thousand people to escape. He took a deep breath and said, "Let's do it!"
"Okay, it's a man." Tuohuan said to the bodyguard: "Go and inform Boluo Mengke. After finishing the thousand Tatars, immediately rush to the main battlefield. Oara and the Tatars will fight to the death!"
After that, he began to gather all the combat power he could mobilize, and this time he was willing to risk everything.
Ashe Tiemur was not idle either, and quickly summoned his few subordinates. This time, it was really time to fight.
——Ming Army, you have to come quickly!
Two-quarters of an hour later, Tuohuan squeezed out more than 2,000 people, and Ashe Temür gathered 3,000 people. The two joined forces and rushed to the battlefield ahead.
Hurry up, the Ming army must hurry up... The two of them hurried on, praying in their hearts.
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Slow down, the Ming army will be slower... Mu Zhuoer clenched his fists and paid close attention to the situation on the battlefield.
"Xilulu..."
"Dang bang... puff puff puff..."
“@#￥%……”
The neighing of war horses, the sound of handovers, the spraying of blood, and the screams... all merged together into a bloody and tragic war song, shocking the earth and shaking the sky, like rolling thunder...
In such a scene, even if a bull's head and a horse's face are coming, you have to be frightened.
The fighting on the grassland never ends. They regard robbery as a matter of course. Although they feel cruel, they readily accept that this is their law of survival.
In their concept, men should fight on the battlefield to provide their wives, children and children with the necessary survival needs.
From the day they became sensible, they were mentally prepared to die on the battlefield and on the fertile grasslands.
The Tatars and Walas, the two largest tribes on the grassland, were fighting together.
This time, both sides showed their trump cards.
On the battlefield, someone is injured and someone dies every minute, which vividly illustrates the cruelty of war.
"Report——!"
The spy's report interrupted Mu Zhuoer's thoughts. She turned her head coldly: "Say."
"The vanguard of the Ming army is less than thirty miles away from us."
"So fast?" Mu Zhuoer said in shock, "It's only been half an hour, how could it be possible to run so fast?"
The Ming army was indeed fast, but she forgot to calculate the time delay of the news. When she heard that it was less than a hundred miles away, the Ming army was already less than seventy miles away from her.
"The vanguard of the Ming army are all cavalry," the spy said harshly.
"About how much?" Mu Zhuoer asked.
"The situation is too urgent. No, I didn't see it clearly. There should be more than five thousand people." The spy muttered, "I just found out that they were right in front of me."
"Thirty miles..." Mu Zhuoer gritted his teeth and looked at the battlefield again. The Tatars were in overwhelming power, and Oala was retreating steadily. All the passes were lost. It would take at least half an hour to defeat Oala.
She had already staked too many chips and could not withdraw them. "Send the order to leave three thousand warriors to block the vanguard of the Ming army who may attack. The rest will continue to attack Oala with all their strength."
At this moment, she was like a gambler, a stud gambler.
Mu Zhuoer shouted softly: "The first person to enter the Wala camp will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins, a young woman, and ten cows and ten sheep!"
The guards around her followed up with a roar, and the loud noise spread to the rear army, and the rear army spread to the front army. Soon all the Tatars and even some Oara people heard it.
As the saying goes, big cakes... there must be brave men under heavy rewards.
The Tatar offensive became more fierce, and at the same time, Wala was also angry. Before they lost, the Tatars began to think about carving up their wives, daughters, cattle and sheep. How could this be tolerated?
The battle losses on both sides have further increased!
A quarter of an hour later, Wala's decline became apparent. Although they all tried their best, the disparity in strength was too great and could not be made up by hard work.
Tuo Huan had a ferocious look on his face, and he understood that there was a high probability that he would not be able to wait for the Ming army to come to his rescue.
It's only one day away, if only it was one day later, how nice it would be... I'm a little annoyed to have sex, but more importantly, I'm bitter and unwilling.
Ashe Tiemur also had a bitter look on his face, he was defeated again. This was his second defeat to the Tatars. After this time, Uliangha would completely disappear from the grassland.
Reluctant, but helpless.
At this time, Bo Luo Meng Ke came over with thousands of elites to kill him. When Ashe Tiemur saw this, they all cheered up, but soon turned into a bitter smile.
It was too late. The entrance of these thousands of people could effectively resist the Tatar attack, but they could not withstand the attack for a day anyway.
On the observation deck.
When Mu Zhuoer saw that there was another new force joining Wala, he immediately became furious and gritted his teeth and said, "There is actually a trump card in this debauchery."
The Ming army is gradually approaching, and there is not much time left for the Tatars.
Reason told Mu Zhuoer that it was time to withdraw. If she didn't withdraw, the price would be even greater. However, the stakes invested were too great, and she was really unwilling to give up.
The Ming army only has 5,000 troops. Even if it does attack, it will hardly pose a threat to our army. As long as we break Oala before the main force arrives, we can seize the pass and defend it to death... Mu Zhuoer comforted himself.
The raised hands were gradually lowered, and no order was given to withdraw the troops after all.
Wala put everything on the line in this battle, so why not the Tatars?
Both sides are like crazy gamblers who have increased their bets and lost their minds. No one is willing to fold first. The cost of folding has become too high for anyone to bear.
Two quarters of an hour later, Wala, with the addition of new troops, once again showed its decline.
This time, it's more obvious.
This time, it's time to really show your trump card.
However, there is no trump card left to escape from pleasure.
I'm going to lose... Tuhuan's face is miserable.
To win... Mu Zhuoer's eyes widened.
But what the two of them didn't know was that the person who overturned the table had already arrived.