Zhu Qizhen took two steps forward and came to Luo Tong and others, his face full of solemnity.
"The so-called Jiangshan Sheji refers to the vast territory of the Ming Dynasty. At the same time, it is also the tens of millions of people of the Ming Dynasty. They are the more than 40,000 soldiers who followed me and fought bloody battles. Without them, where would the Sheji be?"
"Master Meng once said that the people are most valuable, the country is second, and the king is the least important. If I only think about saving my own life, then I am really ignoring the country and the country!"
"I have said more than once that since I am sitting in the position of the commander, I must be responsible for the soldiers to the end. Mr. British, I will leave it to you to arrange the evacuation. I will be left in the last group. That's it.
,You don’t need to say anything more!”
"Luo Qing's family, divide your people into several groups and be responsible for leading the way. You go with the first group first and return to Juyongguan to prepare for the arrival of the army."
Seeing the emperor's firm look, Luo Tong was finally convinced.
So, he no longer insisted and just saluted: "I obey your order!"
In fact, when the generals met just now to discuss the evacuation list, the distinguished military generals headed by the British Duke did not mention the emperor.
At that time, Luo Tong thought these people were out of their minds. How could there be any reason in the world to let the emperor cover your retreat?
Now, he finally understands.
At this moment, he felt lucky that he could assist a generation of wise kings.
The generals returned to their tents one after another and began to prepare for evacuation.
Before dawn, the first batch of Ming army evacuees, totaling more than 5,000 people, headed towards Juyongguan, led by Luo Tong.
The rest of the people continued to work nervously, preparing for the Wala people's attack.
Nowadays, those who burn kilns, cut wood, and build trebuchets are all becoming more and more skilled, making great progress compared to a few days ago.
Sure enough, just after Chen hour, the gate of the Wala camp opened, and groups of cavalry came out in formation.
The difference from yesterday is that this time, the formation of the Walas is more dispersed, and they seem to be very afraid of the Ming army's lime bombs.
Little did they know that the Ming army had already deployed trebuchets at various locations in the camp. No matter how scattered they were, as long as they got close, lime bombs would fall from the sky, covering all areas without blind spots.
The result is obvious, the Wala people once again returned without success.
For three days in a row, I was repulsed by lime bombs every time, and I almost collapsed, so I simply wrote a letter of challenge and sent it over.
Zhu Qizhen took the letter of challenge, opened it, took a look at it, and couldn't help laughing.
The book of war scolded the Ming army for not respecting martial ethics and actually using weapons against humanity. After the scolding, it was called a fight. The general meaning was, do you dare to walk out of the camp, let's assemble our troops and have a good fight.
Decisive battle.
Zhu Qizhen had laughed enough and said to the Wala envoy: "You still have the nerve to tell me? When you Mongolians were fighting in all directions, you created plagues in every city you visited. What should I say about these methods?"
Since the rise of Genghis Khan, the Mongols' goal is no longer the grassland, but the stars and the sea.
Only Kublai Khan went south to the Central Plains. There were other three great khanates on expeditions to Central Asia, West Asia, and Europe. Moreover, the Mongols did not follow martial ethics at all when fighting. They would smear fresh feces on arrowheads to hit the enemy.
Later, the wound would be infected by bacteria. In ancient times with poor sanitary conditions, the fatality rate was very high.
When attacking a city, the most common method is to use catapults to throw various corpses into the city, including those killed in battle and various livestock, causing the Black Death to become prevalent in the city. No matter how strong the city walls are,
They will eventually collapse.
Faced with Zhu Qizhen's questioning, the Wala envoy seemed a little at a loss and had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "The Grand Master has said that if His Majesty the Ming Emperor has the courage, he will go out to fight. If he does not have the courage, then hurry up.
Go back to the capital with your tail between your legs!"
"Presumptuous!"
Fan Zhong opened his eyes wide and roared, then stepped forward and grabbed the man by the collar and walked out.
"Wait!"
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and said, "Don't embarrass him."
"Your Majesty!" Fan Zhong obviously couldn't swallow this breath. "This man is too arrogant. If you don't show him some color, he will think that we are vegetarians!"
"The two countries are at war, and Bu Zhan is the envoy. Every word he says means Ye Xian. If you want to vent your anger, you should do it first."
"But..."
"Okay, let me go!"
"Obey!"
The Wala messenger patted the dust on his body, cupped his hands and said: "His Majesty the Ming Emperor has a broad mind, I admire you!"
After Zhu Qizhen laughed, he said sternly: "Go back and tell him first that I have just fired three thousand kilograms of lime powder here. Let him come and attack as he pleases. I'm not going anywhere, I'm just waiting here!" p>
The Wala messenger snorted coldly, turned and left.
Fan Zhong asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, just let him go like this?"
"Otherwise? Should we keep him to eat?"
"No, that..."
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand and said: "I can't sit still anymore. He is the one who is anxious now, not us."
Fan Zhong thought for a while and said: "Your Majesty, most of the five military camps have been evacuated. Why don't you take this opportunity to evacuate too!"
"Do you think Ye Xian will really watch me withdraw to the capital?"
Zhu Qizhen shook his head and said: "He knew that I would not leave the camp for a decisive battle, so he deliberately said some sarcastic words so that I could think that he had nothing to do and evacuate with confidence. I bet that as long as he walked out of the camp, he would immediately chase him.
Come here!"
After hearing this, Fan Zhong scratched his head and said, "So, our army can only stand firm?"
"Hold on?" Zhu Qizhen shook his head again and said, "Give me the order to move the trebuchet out of the camp. This time, we have to take the initiative!"
On the west bank of the Guishui River, Wala Camp.
"Report to the Grand Master, there is movement in the Ming army."
Ye first raised his eyelids and said happily: "What's the news?"
"They are moving the trebuchets away!"
"What?" Ye Xian asked doubtfully, "Where did it move to?"
"Moving towards our army's position!"
Ye Xian couldn't help but tremble and said angrily: "The little southern emperor is bullying others too much!"
"Brother, give me another five thousand cavalry, and this time I will take the little emperor's head!"
Boyan's face was wrapped with a piece of cloth around his injured left eye, and his expression was very ferocious.
If you are hesitant at this moment, fight, they will throw lime bombs in your face.
Don't fight, they are going to come to your door now and throw lime bombs in your face.
In fact, Boyan is even worse. In the past few nights, he has been dreaming about being sprinkled with lime on his face.
Lime powder was sprinkled into the eyes, causing excruciating pain. After flushing with water, one eye was blinded. The feeling in the dream was very real.
After waking up, I found... oh, I'm really blind in one eye!
No one can bear this kind of anger!
"Brother, let me go!"
He also thought about it first, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, remember, don't be reckless and try every means to destroy the Ming army's trebuchet!"
Boyan took the order, ordered five thousand cavalry, and fought his way out of the camp.