The Ming army's attacks were very intensive, as if lime powder was free of charge.
Having said that, this thing is indeed free, but the stock is limited. Every time you throw out a pack, you will lose one pack.
Moreover, the quality of the trebuchets is really poor, and several were damaged while being transported at night. Now that the war has started, there are constant breakdowns, and there are strikes after almost every round.
There were no trees at all in this place, and there was no place to bake lime. Chen Ying looked at the trebuchets that were constantly on strike and the few lime bombs, and he was extremely anxious.
"Your Majesty, there are still twenty-six trebuchets left, and there are only more than fifty bags of lime powder left!"
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand leisurely and said: "Throw them all out if you don't keep anyone!"
"Ah?"
Chen Ying was a little at a loss. What should I do if I throw it away?
Zhu Qizhen suddenly asked: "Have you noticed that the water level of the Guishui River today is much lower than usual."
"Ah?"
"I sent Chen Huai out last night, didn't you know?"
"Ah?"
Chen Ying said three in a row, and his face was full of question marks.
"Don't worry about it!" Zhu Qizhen was not in the mood to explain to him in detail, he just said, "Do as I want!"
"Uh...yes!"
Chen Ying simply stopped asking, turned back to the position, and continued to direct the battle.
"Load, put!"
On the forward position, both armies were making their final stand. The Ming army threw out all the lime bombs, while the Wala people carried the lime powder and continued to advance forward.
However, people can persist with perseverance, but horses cannot.
The horses' eyes were burned by the dust and they began to go crazy. The front formation became more and more chaotic, causing the rear formation to be jammed in the river.
Fortunately, the river is very shallow today. Let alone the cavalry, even if the infantry stands in it, the water will only reach the knees.
Most of the 100,000 troops were stranded in the river at this time, just waiting for the smoke and dust in front to disperse before launching a general attack.
If you look upstream along the Guishui River, you will find a Ming army and horses guarding a narrow river channel.
Here, stones are piled up to form a dam more than two meters high, which is Chen Huai's masterpiece.
Sometimes, Chen Huai even suspected that he was not here to fight, but to follow the emperor to engage in construction.
In addition to digging pits and burning kilns, we also need to build dams.
Where is Uncle Pingxiang? Isn't this the contractor?
Although he was a little dissatisfied, when Zhu Qizhen arranged the task, he ran over overnight without saying a word.
Up to now, the dam has been filled with water for nearly four hours, and the water level is more than one meter higher than usual, causing the water level downstream to drop rapidly.
However, the eyes of the Wala people were all focused on the trebuchets, and they did not pay attention to the changes in the water level.
"Uncle, look like dumplings are falling in the river, is that okay?"
From this position, looking from top to bottom, every move of the Wala people can be seen clearly.
"What's the rush? The emperor hasn't given the signal yet, wait a minute!"
Although Chen Huai said this, he was more anxious than anyone else.
Watching the prey walk into the trap, the feeling is simply burning with anxiety.
Immediately afterwards, a low sound of horns suddenly came from the Ming army's position.
Chen Huai was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered: "Dig the embankment!"
The dam is a temporary construction and is extremely unstable. Just remove a few stones and the accumulated water will be enough to collapse the entire dam.
At the Wala position, I suddenly heard the sound of the Ming army's horn, and a bad thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
He sat on his horse and stood on the river bank to watch, but saw that the Ming army began to abandon the trebuchets and instead took the initiative to attack.
Twenty thousand versus one hundred thousand, yet you still choose to take the initiative!
Is your brain broken?
Or, the empty city plan has been discovered, and now we can only fight to the death.
Wang Lin had been standing next to Ye Xian. When he saw this, he said: "Congratulations, Grand Master, the Ming army has no way to retreat. This battle will be defeated!"
"Really?"
Ye first watched the battlefield silently. The vanguard troops had already rushed out of the killing range of the lime powder and were fighting with the Ming army.
The army in the river is still blocked to death, making it difficult for them to move forward.
In the current situation, as long as the front line rushes out, the large force behind will be able to keep up.
According to the experience of the past few days, the lime powder of the Ming army is all crudely made and of extremely low purity. As long as you protect your eyes, mouth and nose, it is not a big problem to forcefully pass through the blockade of lime powder.
But the problem is that the war horse is difficult to control. If the lime powder burns its eyes, it will be frightened and go crazy, charging randomly.
At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the distance.
Also listen carefully first, it seems to be the sound of water.
Suddenly, an ominous premonition flashed through his heart. He turned around and saw waves as high as a person rushing down the upper reaches of the Guishui River.
"Quick, Ming Jin withdraws his troops!"
Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid sound of gongs from the Wala position, which was a signal to retreat.
But, it's too late.
The soldiers in the river watched helplessly as the huge waves came towards them.
Wow!
The first wave of water had the greatest impact. The rapid water passed by, causing people to flip over, and half of the people were missing in an instant.
Although there were no such exaggerated waves later, the water level of the river rose. It rose rapidly from the knee level of an ordinary person to the chest level, and then continued to rise until it was submerged.
All this happened so fast. Most of the Oara people gathered in the river and had no time to evacuate. Moreover, these people could hardly swim. When the water washed over them, they were frightened to death even if they were not drowned.
For a time, the river was full of people crying for their fathers and mothers, and the scene was very miserable.
Since the follow-up troops could not keep up, the vanguard troops were no match for the Ming army. They were beaten back and forth. After hearing the signal to retreat, they became even more unwilling to fight and fled in a hurry.
The Ming army charged for a while and stopped when they reached the area covered by lime powder.
Now, not only the Wala people, but also the Ming army were dumbfounded by this situation.
Although everyone knew that the emperor ordered Chen Huai and others to carry out some secret operation last night, they did not expect it to be so powerful.
A hundred thousand troops were completely overwhelmed.
Chen Ying couldn't help but think of the passage in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms where the Seventh Army was flooded. It was about when Guan Yu and Pang De were fighting. They couldn't defeat them at first. Later, they thought of a way to use the rising water in the Xiangjiang River to open the floodgates and flood the Seventh Army. Finally,
Capture Pound alive.
"The emperor's clever plan, I admire you!"
Zhu Qizhen was very satisfied with this result. After this battle, he must have suffered heavy losses and will not attack again in the short term.
"Publish my decree and withdraw from Juyongguan!"
"Yes!"
The Ming army received the order and quickly gathered and evacuated. At this time, the Wala people had no time to take care of themselves, and they had no time to care about where the Ming army went.
He also looked at Wang Lin coldly first, with a murderous coldness in his eyes.
Wang Lin's face turned pale and he said tremblingly: "Master, listen to me..."
Ye Xian became furious and slowly drew out the sword from his waist.
"Master, Great Khan, Great King, farewell, farewell..."
Brush!
A cold light flashed through, and Wang Lin's head fell to the ground.