The north wind howls, carrying yellow sand and beating it on the ancient city wall of Badaling.
As the wind and sand became more violent, covering up the morning light, the sand and dust swirled in the ears with a shrill scream, and the fascinated people could not open their eyes.
In the yellow sand all over the sky, several streaks of wolf smoke rose into the sky, and countless small black dots flew like lightning. The earth trembled, rumbling like spring thunder, and even the silent city walls began to tremble.
Ye Xian did not leave any time for the Ming army to prepare, and directly launched a general attack.
After the army was flooded, more than 30,000 people were lost. Adding the number of people lost by Boyan and Ala before, there were only 80,000 people left in the army of 120,000.
The only consolation is that this time the Ming army retreated in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to take away the cannons.
Twelve general cannons are simply priceless treasures for Wala, who lacks firearms.
Looking at these dark big guys, I suddenly felt that losing 30,000 people was acceptable.
However, the Ming army was able to get out of the Tumubao dilemma step by step, and before leaving, he stabbed himself with a backhand. This breath was like a lump in his throat and he could never swallow it.
An army of hundreds of thousands went out to war, and then returned in despair, why should I lose face first?
So I decided to take advantage of the exhaustion of the Ming army and mobilize all the troops to attack Juyongguan. However, I didn't expect that the opponent would directly put their troops at Badaling.
This is better, because there is a vast plain in front of Badaling, and large forces can be deployed, which is more beneficial to the attacker.
This time, the two sides dispensed with the back-and-forth intrigues, and it was a pure competition of hard power.
Countless Wala cavalrymen rushed over carrying yellow sand, thousands of horses galloped, and the ground shook.
The faces of these people are full of desire for battle, and their eyes are full of excitement and greed. Countless sharp scimitars are held high in their thick arms, shining with a faint cold light under the sun.
Here they come!
Sand and war horses are mixed in the sky and the earth, and the desolation is extremely shocking. No matter how great a person you are, you will become incomparably small in the face of this unparalleled momentum.
On the city wall, Zhu Qizhen's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of solemnity.
"Soldiers, get ready!"
Tens of thousands of Ming troops were already ready. Seeing the emperor staying on the front line to command the battle, their expressions were nervous but extremely confident.
Although everyone knows that this is a tough battle, no one is afraid.
Once in Tumubao, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty personally led the army to win consecutive battles. Today, the Ming army is a battle-hardened veteran.
The battlefield can turn cowards into warriors!
Eight hundred steps, six hundred steps, five hundred steps...
More than 10,000 Ora people's iron cavalry advanced at an extremely fast speed. Gradually, the noise became louder and louder. The dust and sand turned the ten miles in front of us into an impenetrable mist. The mane and hooves of the war horses were faintly visible.
The felt hats on people’s heads are clearly visible.
Everyone's hearts were tense. They stared into the distance, and the knife handles in their hands were about to be crushed.
Sand and dust passed over my face and poured into the corners of my mouth, leaving a bitter taste.
Zhu Qizhen spat on the ground and drew out the sword from his waist.
"Fire!"
Boom!
Boom!
The artillery on the city wall began to roar, spitting out its angry tongue in the distance.
Carrying the whistling wind, the cannonball drew a beautiful arc and landed in the Oala cavalry formation. For a moment, blood and yellow sand flew together.
The bloody light seemed to arouse the fierceness of the Wala people. The footsteps of the large army did not stop at all. They stepped on the corpses of their horses and companions, shouting slogans that the Ming army could not understand, like rolling dark clouds, covering the sky.
Day.
On the city wall, the artillery kept roaring, and the barrels of the guns were hot. However, in front of tens of thousands of troops, this firepower was just a drop in the bucket. The Wala people left hundreds of corpses and continued to advance forward.
"Archer!"
Zhu Qizhen waved the sword in his hand, and the archers on the city wall picked up their long bows and fired arrows like locusts.
The Wara people who were at the forefront fell off their horses, but their comrades behind them turned a blind eye. They quickly passed through their injured comrades, arrived at the city in the blink of an eye, picked up their bows and arrows, and fired towards the city.
Under the cover of bows and arrows, the Walas began to attack the city. They were divided into several commandos. Some attacked the city gate from the front, some set up ladders from the outside, and some began to climb over the mountains and ridges, trying to find weak points in the defense. However, there was no loophole in the Ming army's defense, and both sides fought hard together.
"Fire Gun Camp, the wall on the south side has collapsed, send fifty people over immediately!"
"Send more people at the city gate!"
"There is a small force coming over the mountain from the valley to the north, hurry up and support!"
"Damn it, there's someone coming over there again, Fan Zhong, follow me and kill the enemy!"
Zhu Qizhen was halfway through his command when he rushed forward with his sword in hand.
Fan Zhong hurriedly followed and started fighting with the Walas who climbed up the city wall.
The Wara people not only have excellent riding skills, but also have superb swordsmanship. They also feed on beef and mutton all year round. They are very strong and have no redundant tricks. Every sword strike is extremely powerful.
However, when all the soldiers saw Zhu Qizhen personally going into battle to kill the enemy, they were greatly encouraged. Countless shouts rose into the sky, and then dozens of Wala corpses were thrown down.
The battle has entered a fever pitch, and the Wala people have suffered heavy losses. The Ming army is also constantly reducing its numbers. The gurgling blood on the city walls has dyed the dust of the desert red.
With swords everywhere and bloodstains everywhere, the small Badaling instantly transformed into a coordinate that will always be remembered in the history of the Ming Dynasty and Wala.
"Ah!"
A shocking long howl sounded, and a Ming soldier's eyes turned red. He actually threw away his thigh that had been chopped off by the Wala people, jumped up on one leg, pressed the enemy hard under him, and opened his mouth to face the opponent.
Bite off the neck.
The Wala man roared violently, and pierced his chest with a scimitar. With the tip of the knife, his intestines were dug out, and blood spilled all over the floor.
This scene happened to be seen by Zhu Qizhen. He rushed over like crazy and stabbed the Wala man in the chest with his sword.
"I'll kill your ancestors!"
Zhu Qizhen roared with all his strength, his eyes were cracked, and he kept stabbing down with the long sword in his hand.
Seeing his crazy look, I was immediately frightened and rushed to protect him.
"Your Majesty, he is dead..."
Zhu Qizhen couldn't listen at all, he just kept swinging his sword and thrusting out one sword after another.
"Your Majesty!"
Fan Zhong hugged the crazy Zhu Qizhen and shouted in his ear: "He is dead, dead!"
Only then did Zhu Qizhen react, threw away the long sword in his hand, and squatted in front of the Ming army soldier.
This man was covered in blood and looked like he was going to die. Zhu Qizhen saw that he wanted to help him stop the bleeding, but he didn't know where to start.
"How are you...?"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Although this man was dying, his face was full of smiles. He was just an ordinary pawn. He had never thought about it in his life, nor dared to think about it, that the Ming Emperor was half-kneeling in front of him, caring so much about his own life and death.
"If you have any other wishes, tell me!"
At this moment, he did not use the title me.
"Little... little... I have no regrets in this life!"
After finishing speaking, the man tilted his head and lost his breath.
Zhu Qizhen picked up the dragon-patterned sword on the ground, and the flames of anger ignited in his eyes again.