"Mahamu, you have surrendered to me, the Ming Dynasty, for many years, and now you are disloyal. It is because of you that all the grassland tribes cannot live in peace. Today, I am acting on behalf of Heaven to attack you, and I must give an explanation to the grassland people." Zhu Di was riding in the battle.
Right away, majestic.
"Emperor Ming Dynasty, don't say such arrogant words. It's still not decided who will win."
"It's you, Ming Dynasty, who didn't abide by the rules and didn't give us Oara people a way to survive. You went around plundering and killing, causing constant wars. Now you are even more rampant, and you are pressing down on our Oara border.
All of us grassland men are bloody and will never be captured without mercy. Today I will lead the warriors of Wala to fight to the death with you. If you want to touch Wala, you have to step over my corpse first."
Mahamu faced the wind and shouted loudly.
It sounded powerful and inspiring, but he didn't take a step forward, for fear that the Ming Dynasty's Shenji Camp would come with a fire and send him back to the west.
The two armies were in a stalemate. Mahamu and his subordinates kept stimulating Zhu Di with their words, trying to lure the enemy deeper. The soldiers on both sides were unwilling to show weakness and called for a fight, but neither side was willing to move forward.
"Zhu Di, do you want me to accompany you here to watch the moon?" Half an hour had passed, and the morale that the Oala soldiers had been boosted had now dissipated.
Mahamu had no choice but to provoke Zhu Di again.
"Report." Suddenly, a rapid voice came from the end of the Ming Dynasty army.
Immediately afterwards, a war horse galloped over, and the army spontaneously made way for the spy.
"Huh." When he galloped next to Zhu Muchen, the spy tightened the reins and the horse was still standing. The spy quickly jumped off the horse, crawled to the side of Zhu Di's horse, and knelt on the ground with one knee.
"Report to the emperor that our army was attacked and the army led by the emperor's grandson has completely lost contact. The king of Han ordered his subordinates to come to ask for help. The king of Han and Zhao requested to send troops for support."
At the same time, spies came and went from Mahamu's side to report that Zhu Zhanji failed to pursue the enemy and was instead besieged by the Tatars. The main Tatar army was rushing towards the place where Zhu Zhanji was.
The main army of the Ming Dynasty is here at this time. If some of them go out to support Zhu Zhanji, the rest may not be able to defeat them.
If the Ming Dynasty's army went all out at this time, this battle would at most last longer, dragging it to Arutai to destroy Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Gaoxu, and in turn attack from front to back. Both Zhu Di and Zhu Muchen would have to die here today.
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"Hahaha." Mahamu couldn't help but laugh out loud as he thought about this, "Alutai and I have been fighting for so long. It's rare to cooperate once. I didn't expect that we would gain such a big harvest. This Arutai really didn't let me
disappointment."
After Mahamu finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal the spies to retreat.
When he looked up at Zhu Di again, he was confident and threatened: "Zhu Di, I will make sure you never come back today."
After finishing speaking, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist, raised it into the air, and shouted "charge" against the night sky, cutting through the sky, the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and the dust flew.
Mahamu shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Warriors of Oara, Tatar support will arrive soon. Don't let any Ming soldiers go today. The more you kill, the more rewards you will get. Charge."
"The time has come." Zhu Di looked at the Mahamu and Wala soldiers who were about to move and said in a low voice.
"Tell the King of Han and King Zhao that we will do our best to support Zhan Ji and bring him safely to me." Zhu Di gave the order.
After the spy answered "yes", he turned around and mounted his horse, and quickly disappeared from the sight of Zhu Di and Zhu Muchen.
"Mahamu and Arutai, one has a plan to lure us deep into the Northland, the other has set up an ambush waiting for us long ago, Mahamu deliberately delayed the time, waiting for now, they are familiar with the terrain here, and it is easy to fight in the dark.
"Zhu Di looked forward, unmoved by Wala's continuous shouting, and instead talked to Zhu Muchen as if chatting.
"Yes, they wanted to annihilate us in one fell swoop, but they forgot that Sun Tzu's art of war included a strategy within a strategy. Mahamu thought that everything was ready, and the east wind was coming, but he didn't know that the mantis is stalking the cicada, and the oriole is behind.
reason."
Zhu Muchen's words won Zhu Di's heart, and Zhu Di lowered his eyes towards him, his eyes filled with admiration.
The hidden danger in the north of the Ming Dynasty will end today.
"Shenji Camp, today is the time for you to show off your power. If you destroy Wala, the three armies will be rewarded."
Zhu Muchen took Zhu Di's words and looked at the oncoming Oara army. He shouted: "Fight and kill."
The Shenji Battalion rushed out first, and the two armies fought head-on in the most spacious place. The Shenji Battalion always kept a distance from the Wala army, so that the most powerful weapons and blades in their hands could not hurt the Ming soldiers at all.
However, all of the Wala army were within the attack range of the fire guns. For a time, these people of Wala became the food of the Shenji camp.
"Whizzing."
"Bang bang."
While charging forward, the Shenji Battalion also played a protective role. The archers could shoot without any worries, and the Wala Company had no room to fight back.
Mahamu saw that the situation was not good. He was surrounded by people for protection. He looked up the mountain unwillingly, but there was no reaction for a long time.
"Charge and kill."
The Shenji camp was as powerful as a bamboo and kept approaching. Mahamu and the others could only retreat again and again.
Mahamu knew in his heart that he had fallen into a trap, but he was unwilling to give in. He retreated this time. He didn't know when he would be able to regain his morale and compete with the Ming Dynasty.
The sound of arrows whizzed past his ears, and the Wala soldiers fell in front of him one after another, screaming pitifully like ghosts weeping.
The sound of arrows penetrating the soldiers' bodies, the sound of machetes slashing at the soldiers' bodies, and the screams of blood flowing were deafening.
"Master, we have fallen into a trap. If we don't retreat, our entire army will be annihilated." The blood-covered general stood in front of Mahamu and said with a panicked expression.
He rushed over and fought for a while before turning back. He didn't kill a few soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, but he left himself scarred.
"Grand Master, if you leave the green hills behind, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. At worst, we can recuperate for a few years and then come back to fight again."
"Master, we can't wait for the support of the Tatars. If we don't leave now, the Tatars will only take advantage."
"Grand Master, please quickly give the order to retreat."
This kind of sound came and went, very noisy, making Mahamu, who had already been uneasy, even more anxious now.
"Retreat." After a long time, Mahamu finally made up his mind.
But the next moment, "Boom." A huge sound came from the top of the mountain, and then the mountains on both sides lit up with fire. The Shenji Battalion and the archers immediately retreated, leaving only the Wala army in the huge open field.
A cannonball hit the middle of the Wala army. After hearing the news, the war horses scattered in all directions. Many war horses were frightened and crashed directly into the mountain. The moment the neighing sound disappeared, blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Wala's war horses were so frightened that they lost control and were already in a mess. There was no need to attack at this time, and Wala's soldiers could not protect themselves.
However, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who were ambushing in the mountains had already received orders: there would be no cessation of fighting until the Oara army was completely annihilated.
The mortars aimed at the remaining troops in Oara and bombarded them wildly. Rocks were blown away, dust filled the air, and the blood became thicker under the moonlight. The screams were drowned in the sound of the cannons.
Mahamu was so panicked that he could no longer care about anything else. He tightened the reins of his horse, tried desperately to control the almost crazy horse, changed its direction, and tried to escape deep into the canyon.
Just as he was about to enter the mouth of the west canyon, there were two "bang bang" sounds, and two mortar shells hit the mountain at the mouth of the gorge. Booms followed one after another, and the rocks were blown up. Several pieces were blown up.
The exploding sharp gravel attacked Mahamu like a sharp blade.
"Ah." Mahamu raised his arm to cover his face, and the gravel hit his arm directly. The stone fragments dug into his flesh. He was injured in many places and could hardly stabilize his body.
The war horse blocking the front had wounds all over its face and was whining in pain. It raised its front hooves high and was no longer under Mahamu's control. So he pulled out his scimitar and pierced the horse's flesh.
Here, he tried to use such a cruel method to make the war horse obey his control again.
But at this time, the war horse had completely lost its mind and kept roaring to the sky. Finally, Mahamu fell off the horse and ran madly up the mountain.
The sound of horse hooves was chaotic, and it was unclear whether it was the frightened horses or the approaching Ming Dynasty army.
The dust was so thick and high that it was flying up to the height of two people, and it was impossible to see from a few meters away.
"Da da da." The sound of horse hooves with a brisk rhythm became clearer and clearer. Mahamu was like a frightened bird and wanted to get up and run away. But as soon as he stood up, an arrow shot over and hit his knee.
He immediately fell to his knees on the ground.
"Mahamu, do you really think you can defeat our Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Di's deep and majestic voice sounded above Mahamu's head.
Zhu Di held the bow and arrow in his hand, drew the bow fully, and shot another arrow in Mahamu's other leg. Mahamu knelt on his knees, facing Zhu Di.
"Zhu Di, my defeat at your hands today was not because I was careless or because I was inferior to you, but because you relied on advanced weapons to barely defeat me." When death was imminent, Mahamu still wanted to fight.
Show your majesty as a prairie warrior.
He knew very well that even if he bowed his head and admitted his mistake, Zhu Di would not let him go and would still take his life.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you lose, you lose. No matter how many excuses you make, it's useless." Under the moonlight, Zhu Di looked majestic and heroic, like an eagle standing proudly in the sky, overlooking the dusty Mahamu on the ground.
"Zhu Di, even without me, there are others, do you really think that your Ming Dynasty can last forever? You are a warlike and bloodthirsty tyrant, there will always be someone..."
Before Mahamu finished speaking, Zhu Di bent down with the knife, waved his arm, and the shiny blade swiped across Mahamu's neck. The strings of blood beads drew a perfect arc in mid-air and fell.
It fell to the ground and became mixed with the soil.
Being able to die in Zhu Di's hands is considered the best fate for Mahamu.
"All soldiers obey the order and cross the canyon to rescue the emperor's grandson." Zhu Muchen shouted to the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty behind him.?
