"It's too much to bully others, it's simply too much to bully others!"
Ye Xian's eyes were red, like a mad beast, and he smashed the things in his hands on the ground.
That's a woman's obscene garment.
Along with Xie Yi, there is also a golden knife.
The golden knife indicates the identity of the prisoner, and the dirty clothes express the attitude of the Ming army.
This time I delivered obscene clothes, but I can’t say for sure next time.
Perhaps it is a part of the human body, or it may be a naked living person.
The Ming army's move was like riding on their necks.
"Send the order and prepare for a decisive battle with the Ming army!"
"Grand Master, are you not going to retreat?"
Over the past few days, everyone has become accustomed to the Ming army approaching step by step and Wala retreating step by step.
I suddenly said that I wanted to fight, but I was a little uncomfortable.
Ye Xian couldn't help but roared: "With the Onan River behind us, where should we retreat?"
It’s not that he doesn’t want to fight, he really can’t.
Therefore, in the face of the aggressive offensive of the Ming army, we had to endure and retreat again and again.
However, bad news continued one after another. The Orkhon camp was destroyed, Boyan died in battle, and Qiqike, who went out to recruit soldiers, also fell into the hands of the Ming army and suffered humiliation.
Now that things have come to this, is there any way out...
Across the Onan River is the bitter cold land in the far north. If you escape there, you may be able to save your life, but if your home is gone, what is the use of saving your life?
Fight!
Just like the Ming army in Tumubao, they fought against the odds and fought against the odds.
Let’s fight!
If you win, you can continue to dominate the grassland and even march south.
If you lose, it will disappear!
I don’t tolerate this nonsense!
Woo woo woo...
The low horn sounded, and countless Walas began to gather.
This swarming army was already all the strength of the Wala people, and they were rushing towards the Ming army like a tide.
At the front, the Ming army had already begun to set up vehicle formations and horseback formations.
The only way to break through the Ming army's car formation is to attack it with a dense formation. Otherwise, the scattered cavalry is almost the same as dying.
This is also where Ye Xian is most concerned.
Because of the intensive charge, the Ming army's artillery had an opportunity to take advantage.
But at this point, there is no way out, we can only fight to the death.
He took a deep breath and then slowly shouted two words.
"Attack!"
At this time, the Ming army's chariot array had already been arranged.
Zhu Qizhen was riding a horse, standing under the banner, looking quietly ahead.
As a coach, he shouldn't be so forward, but he still insists on standing here.
The Wara people are now fighting with their last resort, and their cavalry will launch a crazy attack.
This battle will be related to the ownership of the grassland. If the Wala people try their best to tear out a hole, then the entire army may be defeated in an instant.
Today, he will personally destroy Ye Xian's last glimmer of hope and completely end the century-old grudge between Ming Dynasty and Bei Yuan!
The generals were silent.
They stared closely at the big banner behind the emperor. At this moment, what they thought of was Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Lan Yu...
The once arrogant generals have long since passed away. After Emperor Taizong, there has never been an army that can defeat the main Mongolian force.
Today, they are making history.
It seemed that the heroic spirits of their ancestors were attached to them at this moment.
The commanders of each camp led their troops into their own positions.
Military orders one after another are continuously conveyed between various positions.
One hundred thousand Ming troops were in formation and made final preparations.
Zhu Qizhen pulled out the long sword from his waist. He looked up at the sky. Under the sky, countless heroic spirits of his ancestors were looking at him.
"Kill the enemy!"
Rumble...
Rumble...
Countless horse hooves stepped on it, and the entire grassland was trembling.
Facing the Ora cavalry that was like a flood, the Ming army instinctively felt fear.
Although they were advancing triumphantly all the way, they were just chasing the Wala people in the eyes. This was the first time for such a face-to-face decisive battle.
Zhu Qizhen knew this very well. If he wanted the Ming army to completely overcome this psychological obstacle, there was no better way than to defeat the enemy head-on.
"Fan Zhong, let's move closer."
"No, Your Majesty!"
Fan Zhong was very anxious. There were no weapons or weapons on the battlefield. If he was hit by a stray arrow, what would he do with the 100,000 troops behind him?
Zhu Qizhen said calmly: "Let all the soldiers see that I, like everyone else, am right in front of the formation!"
Fan Zhong had no choice but to pass on the order, and the personal soldiers worked hard to protect the emperor's safety.
Zhu Qizhen did not let the artillery attack start, because if he attacked now, although the vanguard of the Wala people could be defeated, the army behind would probably just flee.
I was finally forced to come to the decisive battle earlier. If I were to beat people away in one encounter, Mobei is so big, I can't go looking for it with a map full of 100,000 people, right?
If the remaining Oara people find a place to thrive, they will make a comeback when their wings mature.
Therefore, we must seize this opportunity and completely destroy it.
Now we have to wait. We need to let the Walas forward rush to the front of the formation, and then order the artillery to cut off the team behind them.
Only in this way can the entire Wala army be trapped in the battlefield, unable to escape and can only fight.
Sure enough, the Wala people did not use their best fighting method. They first wandered around the periphery, waiting for an opportunity to charge. Obviously, the Wala people were extremely afraid of the Ming army's artillery, and they only expected to rush into the car formation immediately and fight fiercely with the Ming army. p>
Countless war horses came from all directions to kill.
"Firegunner, fire!"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Countless lead bullets shot out like locusts, and in the tile array, people kept falling to the ground.
More Oara people still waved their knives and galloped on their horses.
Even the Wala man who was shot just groaned and fell off his horse.
People in the desert have long been indifferent to life and death, and today, they don’t care about life or death anymore.
Thousands of horses were galloping, and countless Wala people were already red-eyed and charging forward like crazy, completely ignoring the fire cannons in front of them.
Finally, the vanguard of the Wala people rushed to the front of the Ming formation.
Zhu Qizhen's clenched fist suddenly raised, and the herald waved the military flag.
Boom!
The Shenji Battalion received the signal and the artillery began to attack.
Countless cannonballs hit the rear formation of the Wala people. With a bang, the shells exploded instantly, and countless iron filings and lead pellets scattered out. The nearby Wala people screamed and fell off their horses.
At the same time, the leading Wala cavalry rushed into the car formation.
"Kill!"
The crowded Ming army thrust out their spears one after another.
The Ming troops on the front line were mostly the most elite soldiers with rich combat experience. They immediately launched an attack on the Walas who rushed into the car formation.
The Wala people were already fighting for their lives, regardless of casualties, and fought desperately against the car formation.
However, all they saw was a steady stream of Ming troops, swarming forward with spears or shields.
Every time the Wala people rushed out of a gap with their lives, the next second they were blocked by the Ming army again.
Countless Wala corpses and ownerless horses piled up like mountains.
But the hill where the corpses were piled up was quickly used by the Wala people who came after them. They rode their horses and used the corpses to become a ladder for climbing the car array. They stepped over the mountain of corpses, and then rode their horses.
He jumped down from the chariot and charged into the Ming army's formation. Like a tiger descending from the mountain, he charged into the overwhelming Ming army's formation. Some were stabbed down with spears, or others trampled on the Ming army's soldiers with their horses and chopped them randomly with swords.<
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Human lives have fallen like grass, and the beautiful grassland has turned into a Shura battlefield.