When the generals of the Yuan army saw that the defeat was complete, the gods could not hold them back any longer, so they had to flee.
Darima is not a failure as a person, and there are still people who want to go back and inform him.
"Pingzhang, this cannot be done, let's retreat quickly." Several generals rushed into the Chinese army's tent and said to him anxiously.
"It's only been an hour since the war started! Why can't things be settled?" Dalima didn't believe what they said at all, shaking his head vigorously and saying: "I have an army of 100,000 people, and even if I line up for them to kill, I can't kill them all!"
"I didn't say the killing was over, I just ran away!" Dalima's son Dalieba said anxiously while packing up seals, tiger charms, maps and other important items for his father:
"The cavalry of the Ming Army disrupted our deployment, so that our troops could only fight independently. Without reinforcements on the front line, they had to retreat steadily. Later, when they saw the retreat of the front line, they panicked, and the Ming Army began to spread rumors and shout
, which resulted in a rout.”
"Impossible, absolutely impossible..." Dalima couldn't believe it, but when he saw more and more broken soldiers running outside the Chinese army's tent, he had to believe it even if he didn't believe it.
"Pingzhang, leave quickly. Otherwise, we will fall into the hands of the Ming army." Several generals hurriedly urged again anxiously.
"If you want to leave, you can leave, but I won't leave." Dalima shook his head numbly and said, "If this battle is lost, Qujing will be gone. How can I have the dignity to see the king again?"
"Father, we can leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood. If we don't go to Kunming, let's go..." Dalieba suddenly stopped for words and realized that the world is so big that there is nowhere to go.
Wusa was surrounded by the Ming army, Dali was an enemy, and Tibet had become a vassal of the Ming Dynasty. If they went to Luchuan or Annan, they would only treat their father and son as tribute to the Ming emperor...
"Let's go, let's all go." Dalima waved his hand and said to his son and generals: "Go to Dongchuan and hide in the mines for a year and a half. When the storm is over, go back to the West Sea from Tibet and open the grassland.
It is the home of us Mongolians."
When the generals saw that he had said this, they no longer pressed him, kowtowed and hurried away.
Dalieba refused to leave, insisting on living and dying with his father.
This made Darima both happy and distraught. She looked at her son and sighed, "Oh, my father originally planned to die to express his ambition, but now you make it impossible for me to die."
"Father, how many years have passed since the death of the Great Yuan Dynasty, and you have been a loyal minister for more than ten years, what else can't you let go of?" Dalieba advised: "Then let's go, the sky is high and the sea is wide, there will always be my father and son.
A place to stay.”
"No need." Dalima shook his head and said softly: "We don't need to go anywhere. My father has enough money to change you into a rich man."
As he said this, he looked at Daliba and said with tears, "It's just that I can't wear this outfit anymore."
Before he finished speaking, soldiers from the Ming Army rushed in and captured the father and son...
~~
Seeing the defeat of the Yuan army, the soldiers of the Ming army shouted to surrender without killing, and launched a fierce pursuit. The Yuan army lay dead for miles, but still could not escape, so they had to kneel down and surrender.
After chasing for ten miles, Fu Youde called for gold and retreated his troops.
The Ming army took advantage of the situation and occupied the undefended city of Qujing, strangulating the throat of Yunnan. From then on, the fate of King Liang was not in his own hands, but was entirely decided by the Ming army.
In the evening, the battlefield was cleaned up. With excitement, Fu Youde wrote in the victory report to the King of Chu:
'On Wuchen, the twelfth lunar month of the fourteenth year of Hongwu, the two armies fought fiercely on the Baishi River. One hundred thousand yuan troops were defeated in one fell swoop! Our army beheaded more than 20,000 people, captured 20,000 people under Dalima, and captured 10,000 horses. A great victory!'
After I finished writing, I found Mu Ying coming in.
Fu Youde signaled him to wait, immediately sealed it with a seal, sealed it with fire paint, glued three chicken feathers on it, and ordered him to be sent to Shengjing Pass immediately.
Then he stood up and laughed at Mu Ying and said: "My brother has both good advice and unparalleled courage. This battle belongs to you!"
"General, you are overrated." Mu Ying smiled tiredly and said, "The key to this great victory is that the three armies must sacrifice their lives and everyone strives to be first. What does my own strength mean?"
"Hey, since ancient times, strong generals have no weak soldiers. They all complement each other." Fu Youde saw that his expression was not right, so he stopped laughing and said, "Has the casualty number come out?"
"Yes, one thousand and thirty-two brothers were killed and more than two thousand were seriously injured." Mu Ying nodded and said in a hoarse voice.
"So many?" Fu Youde couldn't help but be moved. The Ming army had not experienced a battle in which thousands of soldiers were killed for many years.
"The main reason is that when crossing the river, I was injured by the Yuan army's bows and arrows." Mu Ying said softly: "Then the four thousand cavalry following the last general repeatedly charged into the formation, killing 320 brothers and injuring 600
many."
"This is all inevitable." Fu Youde sighed and said: "One hundred thousand Yuan troops are waiting for us, and we don't have a boat, so we can only use rafts to cross the river. The only losses we have are all due to the containment of my brother and your cavalry."
"Yes." Mu Ying nodded and said, "The sacrifice is worth it, but the sacrifice itself is too sad."
"Let's fight..." Fu Youde wanted to say that one general can make a thousand bones dry, but that is him. Since Mu Ying debuted, he has not lost thousands of troops in dozens of battles. That's why he is so bitter about this loss.
Yu Huai.
It can only be said that there is still a gap between a top student and a god of study.
"Hey, this guy is really incomparable." He said with a self-deprecating smile: "If I were to follow your standards, I should have died of guilt a long time ago."
"The general is joking. You plan the strategy, and the general will charge into the battle. The situation we face is different." Mu Ying quickly changed the subject and said: "Fortunately, after this great victory, it should be easy to attack Kunming again."
"That's true." Fu Youde also smiled and said: "The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the next battle will be easy to fight."
~~
It wasn't until the battle was over that Yu Min bothered to check whether he was injured.
When he found that there were only some superficial injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he was lucky...
He finally felt exhausted and hurriedly sat down on the ground tiredly, taking off his heavy helmet and wanting to rest first.
Then he was shocked to find that there was actually an arrow stuck in his helmet. After being stunned for a while, he remembered that he had been shot while crossing the river, and he was so scared that he peed.
After that, there was a high-intensity continuous battle, without even caring about the arrow on his head, and then he forgot about it.
He finally understood why after withdrawing his troops, his comrades laughed when they saw him. It turned out that they were watching a joke.
Yu Min thought they were praising him because of his bravery in battle...
He couldn't help laughing when he thought of this. He would have felt embarrassed before, but now he was used to being embarrassed.
The comrade next to him also laughed when he saw this: "I thought you could reach Kunming with this arrow."
Yu Min smiled even more and burst into laughter.
Looking up at the sunset turning the sky red, he felt sincerely that it was good to be alive. His fear of death was no longer so severe.
He stretched out his hand and asked the passing comrades to pull him up. He hugged the helmet with the arrow in it and went to look for his little flag... Wang Xiaoqi had his arm broken by the Yuan army archers and did not participate in the subsequent pursuit. At this moment
My son should be splinted in an emergency room somewhere.
