...Damn it! This guy is really too despicable, shameless, cunning and vicious. He actually left without even saying hello. You courageous old bastard, you still have so many living people here. "Side, don't you want to give it a try?" Zhu Qizhen stared at the Chinese army's main formation with no attachment or even nostalgia at all, turned around and ran away, running in such a panic like a wild dog with its tail cut off, and couldn't help but feel... A long list of adjectives full of literary accents came out of his mouth first, and then the gangster tone exposed his angry mood. No matter how you looked at it, it sounded like someone lurking outside the bank, freezing the wind, frost, rain and snow. A miserable thug who didn't even earn a single coin for one night.
Not to mention Zhu Qizhen, it was Yang Jun who was sitting in front of the formation, commanding the frontal battlefield, and the Ming Dynasty cavalry who was carrying a giant axe, splitting open one after another of those grassland shoes full of minced meat. And the bloody Shi Biao couldn't help but cursed her in unison with anger and plaintiveness.[]
"Retreat?!" Hearing the sound of the horn, Ge'er couldn't help but turned his head and looked back in shock, and saw Bolai leading the Chinese army's main formation to flee towards the east with an unswerving momentum. I felt like my mind suddenly went blank.
However, the follow-up news conveyed by the sound of the horn made Ge'er's face instantly turn ugly. He turned around and shouted loudly at his subordinates: "Send the order to the entire army to retreat eastward."
Countless lives have been spent to completely destroy the Juma that the Ming army deployed on the frontal battlefield. They have been able to approach less than a dozen steps away from the front line of the Ming army. Occasionally, there are even brave knights rushing to the front line of the Ming army. The warriors of Ha Ci Shen's tribe in front of the shield were also full of doubts and hesitations.
The officers' orders made these fine warriors of the Haci Shen tribe curse and curse helplessly and unwillingly. However, when they also saw the sky full of Ran Chen in the north, and the blood-red streak, When the torrent was getting closer and closer, all the courage melted away in an instant.
He whipped the horse vigorously, regardless of his companions or the hope that if he just worked harder, he might be able to crash into the Ming army's formation, he turned the horse's head and headed east, following Nagus. Behind him, he retreated toward the east.
"Bang the drum! Order all the cavalry to attack!" Zhu Qizhen waved the whip in his hand angrily and shouted sternly. "The infantry began to move their positions and stop those shoes that were still entangled with the Junggar tribe."
"The heavy artillery turned, aiming at the shoes fleeing eastward, and the running infantry..."
As Zhu Qizhen ordered one after another, the Ming soldiers who were still entangled with the Haci Shen cavalry who had not had time to retreat resolutely carried out the orders. Shi Biao's big ax had a gap on the blade. With a wave of his hand, [Xing] roared excitedly: "The pro-army cavalry battalion is charging at me!"
The more than 2,000 pro-army cavalry who had been silent for a long time were like running away from rabbits, crossing the gap left by the flanking infantry. They raised their sabers and pointed at those who faced them with their backs and buttocks. The prairie shoes pounced hard...
"Tell General Yin to outflank them and don't let those shoes escape. The other soldiers and horses of the town will follow me and kill them!" Shi Heng, who had a pale face, galloped on his horse and shouted loudly. He had just killed the swimmer. The Rangers from the Prairie Headquarters who were in the north of the battlefield were swept away, and then they came straight towards them. I never expected that the grassland headquarters coalition forces would react so quickly. Their speed could almost be described as fleeing.
Although reluctant, Shi Heng knew very well that the more than 60,000 grassland troops who were entangled with the Junggar tribe and the emperor's personal troops were their main targets.
As long as most of the 60,000 troops can be left on this battlefield, the strength of the grassland headquarters will be severely damaged. In the grassland, there will no longer be any oligarch in a short time who can dominate the grassland.
The grassland headquarters coalition forces, which were struggling to fight against the Junggar coalition forces, soon noticed something strange, and saw the decisive withdrawal of Bolai and the retreat of the Haci Shen cavalry who were entangled with the Ming army. Look again
Seeing the turbulent and eye-catching blood red on the northern horizon, their hearts instantly went cold to the soles of their feet.
And also saw the soldiers of the Junggar tribe coming to the aid of the Ming Dynasty cavalry, howling with excitement as if they had been collectively beaten, and entangled with the grassland headquarters coalition forces like crazy, leaving the grassland headquarters.
I want to break away, but I have no way to escape from the battlefield that has become a terrible trap.
Many of the bodyguards around Asashi were already dead, and even his sharp scimitar had a chip. However, at this moment, his expression was ferocious and excited, as if he had caught prey.
The lone wolf, his hoarse roar echoed on the battlefield. "King Gesar will always protect us. Our reinforcements have arrived. Children, please work harder to let these rebellious grassland people survive."
Tremble and cry under our scimitars and iron hooves, let them pay the due price for the sins they committed in the past, and avenge our fallen warriors, your brothers, your fathers or sons!"
"These Junggar lunatics!" Young Master A Luochu, whose breastplate on his chest had been broken into several pieces, glanced at the crazy Junggar soldiers again with extremely bitter eyes, and was the first to rein in his horse.
Rein, under his leadership, many prairie headquarters cavalry dropped their robes that were entangled with the Junggar soldiers one after another, and began to run towards the east, intending to escape from the encirclement before the red iron stream arrived.
, escape from death.
It's a pity that Zhu Qizhen was unwilling to give them a chance, and Shi Heng and the others were not willing to give these prairie shoes such a chance. Even though there were only infantrymen left in his army, they still resolutely blocked the people who were trying to escape eastward.
The Allied Forces of the Grassland Headquarters stood in front of them, using the swords and guns in their hands to face the enemy cavalry who were jumping over the wall straight and bravely.
In addition to Qian Zhong and dozens of other cavalry, all the shi guards around Zhu Qizhen were sent to the battlefield and collided with the cavalry of the Prairie Headquarters Allied Forces who were trying to escape like a torrent.
At this time, the artillery finally no longer cared about rhythm and frequency, and opened fire like crazy. The shells fired one after another passed over the heads of the blocking Ming army, screaming and hitting the grass nose headquarters.
In the cavalry's already disorganized formation, bursts of orange-yellow fireballs exploded, always taking away a few or even a dozen fresh lives.
After only half a cup of tea, Ming's reinforcements finally hit the khaki torrent, like a ferocious river of blood that exuded the breath of death, and crashed into a dam built of loess.
... The sky, every day, was just a mirror reflecting the blood-filled grassland. Together with the setting sun, it was dyed with a strange red color. Zhu Qizhen spat with difficulty and took the money.
Zhong took a few sips of the water bag handed over to him, and then he let out a sigh of satisfaction and handed the water bag back to Qian Zhong, whose shoulder was wrapped with gauze but was still soaked in blood.
Zhu Qizhen lowered his head and looked at his luxurious and strong armor. There were several ferocious knife marks on the originally brand-new armor, and there were even several pieces of armor that had been blown away. Where has it gone?
The sword in Zhu Qizhen's hand was also stained with blood, and there were even a few inconspicuous but impossible-to-ignore gaps. Thinking of the grasslands that were completely surrounded just now, there was no hope of escape. Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but feel frightened by the last crazy counterattack of his shoes.
If it weren't for the desperate protection of the shi guards around them, or if it weren't for the fact that several shi guards ignited the grenades they carried regardless of themselves, blowing up the gap between the crazy grassland headquarters coalition forces, allowing a Ming army cavalry to kill them in time So, maybe, at this moment, I will be very frustrated and have to travel again.
"Sister, it seems that after driving the dog into the back alley, the dog will jump over the wall if it gets anxious." Zhu Qizhen was very glad that the armor on his body was strong, and even more fortunate that he had not given up training in the past two years, so that he could Finally, he was on the battlefield without any embarrassment. When facing the enemy, he held his head and imitated the falcon, and he was able to raise the sword in his hand and slash at the enemies who rushed in front of him.
"How many have I killed?" Zhu Qizhen looked at the sword in his hand and then remembered: At the most critical juncture, Zhu Qizhen was tightly surrounded by the guards in the center, but he still suffered. Two or three knives, and he also slashed several times, but the situation was so chaotic at that time that Zhu Qizhen felt that he had hit the mark. Otherwise, why would there be blood and holes on the edge of his knife?
"Your Majesty is brave and brave, with the style of Taizu, which really makes all the ministers sincerely convinced." Qian Zhong, with an expression of eager admiration, pursed his lips and gave Zhu Qizhen a long and respectful salute before replying.
Zhu Qizhen, whose blood was still boiling, couldn't help but frown: "Don't flatter me yet, tell me, did I get the shoes?"
"This" Qian Zhong turned his face and glanced at the dozen or so guards next to him who were more or less injured. The expressions of those guys also looked a little strange.
"Your Majesty, you did hit several shoes. With one knife, you hit the helmet of a shoe, and also opened his head. With another knife, you hit the opponent's scimitar, and..." One of the guards tried hard to recall it, and then gave a positive answer.
"That is to say, I just chopped off two shoes, right?" However, Zhu Qizhen, who did not hear the expected answer, was quite depressed, or rather unwilling, Damn it, I'm sure The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty went to the battlefield after all. There were so many shoes around him, but not even one guy was hacked to death. Isn't this idea too memorized?
Seeing these guys nodding in unison, Zhu Qizhen put the bloody sword back into its sheath angrily. Damn it! At least Emperor Zhengde killed a bad guy. As for himself, when the time comes, what will happen to him in the history books? The record, I wonder if it will describe how the emperor is so wise and powerful, but in this battlefield, he played with a big blade for a long time, and ended up knocking off the oil leather of two shoes...
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However, before Zhu Qizhen had time to feel sorry for himself for a long time, his eyes once again turned back to the battlefield that looked so tragic and heart-stopping under the setting sun. In this land with a radius of several miles, there were countless broken bones. Broken limbs and arms, swords and flags stuck diagonally into the ground, and horses that had lost their owners were wandering alone.
Groups of cavalry or infantry are searching for those who are not dead in this battlefield, hoping to pull them back from the line of death. "This battle is really miserable." Zhu Qizhen looked at it.
The meadows all over the mountains and fields, dyed reddish-brown with blood, couldn't help but sigh like this.
"Your Majesty, eight hundred and seventy-three of our troops were killed, and about three thousand were injured. Almost everyone was injured." Next to him, a recorder stepped forward and reported to Zhu Qi.
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"In addition, among the 5,000 Xuanfu cavalry who came with us, 1,287 people were killed here. The rest of the number can only be calculated after they pursue the troops."
After hearing this, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but feel a little sad. His own troops had suffered almost no damage at the beginning, but after Ha Cishen's tribe left the battlefield, those grassland headquarters coalition troops tried to rush through him.
When the pro-military defense line was built, casualties suddenly increased dramatically.
If it had not been well-trained, if Shi Heng's large group of cavalry had not come to the rescue in time, if the Junggar tribe had not bitten this coalition army, and if it were not a personal army, the losses would have been even more unimaginable. "Eight hundred and seventy-three people."
, Eight hundred and seventy-three good men. Remember, I will find every fallen soldier of the Ming Dynasty. Keep all their military badges. After they are reduced to ashes, their remains and military badges must be laid aside.
Pay homage at the Heroic Spirit Sacrifice." Zhu Qizhen took a long breath and ordered in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, the ministers and others are already doing it." After the recorder replied, he continued to work on his own affairs.
And Zhu Qizhen turned his attention to the side of the battlefield. From a distance, under the slanting light of the setting sun, it looked like a land occupied by low shrubs. There were actually the Ming Dynasty's troops and soldiers who had been disarmed.
The prisoners of war of the Grassland Headquarters who were escorted there and put under guard. "It depends on the situation. In fact, among the warriors on the grassland, there are still quite a few who are greedy for life and afraid of death." Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but say these refreshing and sarcastic words. Everyone around him couldn't help but
There was a burst of joyful laughter.
The exhaustion after the war could not cover up the excitement and joy of the Ming soldiers around Zhu Qizhen. Yes, in this life-and-death battle, they were the first to fight the enemy, and at the most critical moment
, it was they who stood up and, together with the Supreme Emperor Zhu Qizhen, blocked the path of survival for those coalition forces from the Prairie Headquarters who wanted to escape.
Being able to communicate with an emperor, although he is a former emperor, in the eyes of these soldiers, this is the real emperor of the Ming Dynasty, not the one who sits in the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty and only knows how to talk to ministers all day long.
They spit on the stars and play games of intrigue with Zhu Qiyu.