This was the last gift Zhu Qizhen left to the Wala people. All the gunpowder was mixed with a large amount of gravel and buried in the center of the camp.
Because the wire was too long, I was worried about accidents or damage when igniting the fire, so I buried a series of small pits, one after another, until the largest gunpowder pit in the center of the camp was detonated.
More than two hundred kilograms of black powder, its power cannot be underestimated.
At this time, the Wala people had just rushed into the Ming army camp, and they all swarmed together. They felt the ground under their feet shaking violently, and then they were submerged in the sea of gunpowder smoke and fire.
This explosion can simply be described as a disaster.
For the Ming army, the battle has just begun.
"Soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy!"
Zhu Qizhenhui raised the long sword in his hand again and pointed forward. The Ming army was like a tiger out of its cage, roaring and charging towards the Oara army.
At the same time, a large group of cavalry suddenly appeared from the woods on both sides of the hillside. It was the three thousand battalion that the Ming army had just formed.
These cavalry did not rush directly into the camp, but intercepted the retreating direction of the Walas.
This is Zhu Qizhen's instruction. If you don't fight, you have to fight. If you want to fight, you have to fight with all your strength. No one who comes today can even think of going back alive!
Either you kill me or I kill you, there is no third option.
At this time, the Wala people have completely fallen into chaos, and even if there are a few who stay awake, it will be of no avail.
The Ming army came with anger, like a rolling knife cutting into the snow, and instantly completely routed the chaotic Wala army.
The whole process was like a thunderstorm, and after just a moment, the hunting was over.
As far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere and rivers of blood, just like a hell on earth.
Zhu Qizhen's face and body were covered in blood, and his hands holding the sword were trembling.
A gust of wind blew the bloody air into his mouth and nose. He couldn't bear it anymore and squatted on the ground and vomited.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Fan Zhong carefully patted Zhu Qizhen on the back. He was a rough guy and didn't know what to say at the moment.
Zhang Fu and others also came over, their eyes full of concern.
"Your Majesty, are you... okay?"
Zhu Qizhen stood up and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I'll make you laugh!"
"What did the emperor say?" Zhang Fu hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over. "I think that when I went to the battlefield for the first time, I almost peed my pants."
Chen Huai and others also said: "The emperor personally went into battle to kill the enemy, and the ministers are extremely impressed!"
Zhu Qizhen knew that these people were trying to save face for him. If a recruit vomited like this, he might be despised!
"Your Majesty!"
Yuan Bin hurried over and said: "Bo Yan led the main force out and reached about two hundred steps down the hillside. There are roughly more than 30,000 people."
Zhu Qizhen wiped his chin and ordered: "Fan Zhong, get the big banner!"
After finishing speaking, he casually grabbed a war horse, turned over and rode it, and slowly walked out of the camp gate.
Behind him, followed by Zhang Fu and other generals, Fan Zhong personally carried the banner. The dragon pattern on the banner swayed with the sound of the wind, as if it was alive.
As soon as the monarch and his ministers walked out of the camp gate, they stood on the hillside and looked at Boyan crossing the river from a distance.
All the soldiers took the initiative to follow the emperor without waiting for orders, and were ready to prepare.
Although they had just experienced a bitter battle, and although the gunpowder in Shenji Camp had been exhausted, no one had the intention of retreating. In the hearts of all the soldiers, as long as they followed the emperor, no matter whether you are Boyan or Ye first, whoever will fight will fight! On the other side, Boyan had already stopped and didn't know whether he should move on.
The huge explosion frightened him. When he saw the Ming army's banner raised again, he knew that Ara was defeated.
Ten thousand cavalry, no one survived!
The two sides, one on the hill and the other at the foot of the mountain, were about two hundred steps apart, looking at each other silently.
After a long time, Boyan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and ordered: "Withdraw!"
Immediately afterwards, the 30,000-horse cavalry turned their horses and returned across the river.
Seeing that the opponent withdrew their troops, Zhang Fu and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"How did the emperor know that Boyan would definitely not dare to attack?"
Zhu Qizhen shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Zhang Fu was immediately confused and asked: "If you don't know, then why..."
In order to defeat Ala, the Ming army had spent all its resources. If Boyan took the opportunity to launch a second wave of offensive, all the soldiers would have to fight with their lives.
Zhu Qizhen got off his horse and said something that made people collapse.
"I bet he wouldn't dare!"
Everyone looked at each other, and Chen Ying said with lingering fear: "But, we have detonated all the gunpowder..."
Zhu Qizhen tilted his head and asked: "Without gunpowder, there would be no war?"
"But, but..."
Chen Ying was speechless for a moment. These victories were all fought with firearms. Nowadays, everyone has become dependent on firearms. Without firearms, this battle really would not have been fought...
"Nothing to worry about. Send the order, retreat five miles and set up camp again!"
The Wara cavalry is always on the periphery for reconnaissance. If they find that they have a tendency to retreat, Boyan will definitely catch up without hesitation.
In this case, I will find a place to camp again and wait for you to fight.
If you dare to come, I dare to fight!
Boyan had just returned to the camp when someone suddenly came to report.
"General, the Ming army sent a messenger to ask for a meeting with the general."
Boyan suddenly raised his head and asked: "Ming army messenger? How many people are here?"
"Just one!"
Boyan looked very surprised, thought for a moment, and then said: "Let him come in!"
"General, do you want to be tied up?"
"No need!" Boyan shook his head and said, "This person dares to come alone, which shows that he is courageous. Don't embarrass him."
"Yes!"
There have been rules since ancient times. If two countries are fighting each other, the envoys will not be killed.
Nowadays, you can't get any advantage on the frontal battlefield, but to embarrass an envoy seems stingy.
Not long after, a tall man wearing fish pattern soap clothes walked into the big tent.
"Ha Ming, the royal guard under the Emperor Ming Dynasty, came to convey a message to General Boyan!"
Boyan stood up, looked up and down, and immediately understood why the Ming Emperor sent this person here.
Even among the Mongolians, Boyan is considered tall and mighty, with a height of 1.9 meters, a big body and a round waist. An ordinary person would be three points shorter in aura just by looking at him. Unexpectedly, standing in front of this person, he would have no advantage at all.
Cannot be displayed.
This man is also 1.9 meters tall, equally tall and powerful, and even the aura he exudes is no less impressive.
If this person is a Mongolian, maybe the two of them can become close friends.
Boyan suddenly realized something and asked: "I remember that there is no Han Chinese named Ha. Could it be that you are a Mongolian?"
Ha Ming was also happy and replied with clasped fists: "The general is right, so and so is a Mongolian!"