"Tatars!"
In the middle of the night, with the shrill cold wind, the sentries in front of the Ming army's positions shouted warnings.
"stand up!"
Almost at the same time, all the officers stood up as if they were standing tall, dragging the soldiers around them and running towards the parapet at the forefront of the position.
Li Jinglong was also awakened and led his people to the front of the formation. He looked coldly at the Yuan troops climbing up like a tide around their position.
The Tatars are desperate. They no longer come from one way and then look for opportunities to sneak attacks from other directions. Instead, they come up and directly choose to use the human sea tactic. The Yuan army will take down the Liugenburg position no matter how many people die.
.
The dark Yuan army looked like ghosts in the dark night. Different from the attack during the day, this time they were led by the elite soldiers of Wu Liangha's royal tent. At night, they stepped on the ice and snow with their iron-nailed boots, making a scream.
human voice.
"preparation!"
After the Ming army took position, all the officers were very energetic and shouted loudly to the soldiers to check the weapons in their hands, especially the musketeers who were in the most critical position.
"It's broken!" Suddenly, a musketeer shouted loudly, "The hammer plate won't open!"
"What's going on?" Li Jinglong and Firearms Battalion Commander Wu Gao quickly walked over and grabbed a firearm.
Nowadays, the Ming army's matchlocks look a bit like modern muskets, but because they are loaded with money, the trigger of the gun also has a device that holds a matchlock for firing, like a chicken's beak.
But now it seems that because the weather is too cold, the hammer holding the match rope is frozen and cannot be opened at all.
"Damn it, what did I say, let you hold it to sleep!" Wu Gao was furious and scolded the soldiers loudly.
There was not only one such thing, but in the haste of the Ming army, 30% of the muskets could not open the hammer. If misfires during the war were also included, the power of the musketeers was directly reduced by 50%.
"It's useless to scold! If it's frozen, just find a way to dissolve it!" Li Jinglong threw the firecracker back to the soldier and looked at the Yuan army getting closer and closer, "Don't panic, the more you panic, the more mistakes you will make!"
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After a day of brutal fighting, the icy slope that was originally unbearable can now barely stand.
The Yuan army came like a tide. It was impossible to tell how many people there were in the darkness. Just hearing the sound made people feel despair and palpitations.
Li Jinglong used the firelight beside him to carefully observe the climbing Yuan army. But the harder he looked, the more he couldn't see clearly enough.
After looking at it for a long time, everything in front of my eyes was dark.
Whoosh, the roar of arrows piercing the sky was suddenly heard in the dark night.
Several Ming soldiers were caught off guard and screamed with arrows. Li Laowai and other soldiers on the side quickly protected Li Jinglong.
"Throw down the fire!" In an instant, Li Jinglong understood that the fire they were lighting up could not be seen far or clearly in the dark night. Moreover, because the defenders were close to the fire, they became a living target for the Yuan army's archers.
Whoosh, countless torches and braziers were thrown into the crowd of climbing Yuan soldiers, igniting and illuminating them.
In the light of the fire, countless archers followed the attacking Yuan army and launched arrows on the slope towards the Ming army above.
boom!
After seeing the enemy clearly, the Ming army's artillery still bombarded them. They were from a high position without any aiming. One shot created a long bloody trench.
Bows, arrows, fire cannons, and sky-shaking thunder fell in an instant, and the long slope leading to the Ming army's position turned into a deathbed for the Yuan army.
But there are so many enemies, they are as densely packed as ants...
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To the north of the battlefield, Fu Youde and Lan Yu, who had just arrived with their army, looked at the firelight in the night sky in the distance with solemn expressions.
Tens of thousands of troops lined up silently behind them, and the Ming army's battle flags were solemnly planted in the snow.
"The fight is about to start!" Fu Youde said, then he bent down and drew a pattern on the ground with his riding whip, "After the fight starts, the peaceful cavalry will charge from behind, and the Tatars will be defeated. When the time comes, it will be like herding sheep.
Come to us!"
The corners of Lan Yu's eyes twitched, "Don't even think about running away!"
"You know me, the more final the moment, the more secure I am!" Fu Youde looked at Lan Yu and said sternly, "In order to avoid long nights and nightmares, let's annihilate all the Tatars right here, even if more people die, it's still worth it!
"
If the Yuan army was really driven here and found that they had fallen into the trap of the Ming army, they would definitely fight tooth and nail. Fu Youde was unwilling and did not have the energy to engage in any more hard-to-get tactics to weaken the opponent, so he chose the safest option.
The most expensive one is probably sniping on the spot.
Lan Yu smiled slightly, "I'll listen to you, brother!"
Hearing this, Fu Youde was surprised. He knew the man in front of him very well. Ever since the expedition to Yunnan, when Lan Yu was just a rising marquis, he dared to argue against the commander's tactics in the army, and no one was convinced.
Now he is the deputy commander-in-chief of this battle, and his position is only lower than that of King Zhu Di of Yan. How come he actually listens to your words now?
As if she could see what he was thinking, Lan Yu smiled and said, "Brother, I really don't have the energy to think about it. I still have the little energy left to kill the Tatars!"
After saying that, he suddenly turned around and turned his back to Fu Youde, his shoulders moving in a suppressed manner.
He was holding on with all his strength, grabbing his belt with both hands and trying desperately to prevent himself from coughing. After a long time, the pain in his chest and abdomen seemed not to be so uncomfortable, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the dark night snow, blending with the night.
"Actually, if we had more soldiers, this battle would be more stable!" Fu Youde said in a low voice, looking at the night and the sky with occasional flashes of fire.
Lan Yu wiped the corners of her mouth and said, "Prince Jin is bringing people over here. Don't worry, we won't be delayed!" Then he grinned again, "Emperor Taisun, you are really good at predicting events. If this battle hadn't happened,
King Jin, I’m afraid it’s going to end in a big way!”
Fu Youde also smiled, "It's just someone else's housework after all!" As he said that, he glanced at Lan Yu and said, "You, please stop getting involved in those things in the future!"
"My niece's legitimate son, I'm really a blood relative, why don't you get involved!" Lan Yu smiled, and then her eyes turned bitter, "Hey, even if I want to get involved, I'm powerless!"
"The emperor's grandson is wise and powerful, and he is as stable as a mountain without the interference of us ministers. On the contrary, if he is an adou who cannot afford it, it will be useless no matter how much the ministers try to interfere with him!" Fu Youde said with a smile.
Lan Yu was slightly surprised, "Brother, haven't you never got involved in these things? When the prince was here, I never saw you taking sides!"
"Cough! Cough!" Fu Youde coughed twice in pain, covering his chest, and said with a wry smile, "My son is now with the emperor's grandson. It's better not to stand in line than to stand in line. In fact, it can't be called standing in line. I am old and old.
From now on, why don’t you expect the Fu family to have a prosperous future in the East Palace?”
"People are treacherous and horses are slippery, I'm talking about you!" Lan Yu laughed.
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Thirty miles away, in the tent of the main force of the huge Ming army, which was marching slowly, several brothers of the Zhu family sat facing each other with annoyed faces.
King Zhu Fan of Jin and King Zhu Zhi of Liao sat together, King Zhu Ji of Zhou and King Zhu Di of Yan sat together.
The two men of Yan and Zhou looked at each other with faintly blazing eyes. The King of Liao was a little at a loss, while the King of Zhou's eyes changed.
"Third brother!" Zhu Di looked at Zhu Fan across from him and spoke slowly, "Are you trying to seize your brother's military power now?"
This chapter has been completed!