The battle continued until the third day, and the ancient city walls of Badaling were stained red with blood.
The Wala people's offensive is still fierce, but every time they return without success.
The Ming army was not having a hard time either. Almost everyone was injured and was on the verge of collapse. It was all supported by the strong willpower in the body.
For three days, Zhu Qi did not return to his barracks at all. He slept on the city wall with the soldiers every day.
As night fell, everyone ate some dry food on the city wall and rested on the spot.
Zhang Fu and other major generals whispered to each other, and then came to Zhu Qizhen.
"Your Majesty, I suggest you withdraw to Juyong Pass!"
Zhang Fu is not afraid, but he is worried about Zhu Qizhen.
You are the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, standing on the city wall and fighting face to face with the Wala people every day. If something goes wrong, who can afford it?
Zhu Qizhen thought for a while and shouted: "Chen Ying!"
"I'm here!"
Zhu Qizhen asked: "How much gunpowder does Shenji Camp have?"
Chen Ying answered truthfully: "When I return to the Emperor, I am almost exhausted."
Zhu Qizhen frowned and shouted, "Where's Luo Tong, are you there?"
"I'm here!"
"Where are the ammunition supplies?"
Luo Tong said helplessly: "Your Majesty, the ammunition supplies from Juyong Pass have been shipped here, but... they are consumed too quickly!"
The armaments stored in Juyongguan were limited, so Luo Tong traveled from both directions every day to transport all the ammunition and supplies to Badaling.
Even so, gunpowder was severely insufficient, so most of the time the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion went forward to engage in hand-to-hand combat with muskets.
At this point, Zhu Qizhen must reconsider whether to withdraw to Juyong Pass. After all, the Badaling Pass is only the first line of defense and can be abandoned when necessary.
At this time, Fan Zhong stepped forward: "Your Majesty, Uncle Pingxiang wants to see you!"
"Chen Qing's family is here?" Zhu Qizhen's eyes lit up and he waved, "Hurry up, Xuan!"
Not long after, Chen Huai climbed up the city wall and saluted: "Old minister, I pay homage to the emperor!"
"No gifts for the Qing family!" Zhu Qizhen asked hurriedly, "How are things going?"
"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my duty. The old minister has transported all the first batch of lime powder to be fired, which is a full load of ten cars!"
"Okay!"
Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded. With this thing, gunpowder and other things are not so important.
First of all, kid, you are the one who is holding on tight, don’t blame me for not practicing martial ethics!
That night, Zhu Qizhen had a good sleep. The only drawback was that he did not dream of Technician No. 18, probably because he was too tired.
As the sun rose, the Walas launched another attack.
However, what greeted them this time was the Ming army's secret weapon.
As the defender of the city, the Ming army was so condescending that they even omitted the trebuchets and could just throw them down.
Lime powder mixed in the wind and sand is like a sky full of white snow, but today's snow is not beautiful, but contains hidden murderous intent.
The Wala people had suffered the loss of lime powder, so they did not choose to attack by force and retreated directly.
"The Oara people withdrew! We won!"
There were thunderous cheers on the city wall, and everyone shouted excitedly.
Zhu Qizhen looked at the retreating Walas and suddenly thought of something, so he called Yuan Bin over and whispered a few words in his ear.
Yuan Bin nodded in agreement, and then went down to make arrangements. Not long after, he heard thousands of people on the city wall shouting in unison:
"Exit the Great Wall, Paul's body remains intact!"
"Exit the Great Wall, Paul's body remains intact!"
"Exit the Great Wall, Paul's body remains intact!"
There were only a few hundred people shouting at the beginning. As the uniform shouts came out, more and more people joined in. In the end, all the soldiers on the city wall shouted together, and the momentum was like an overwhelming force.
The retreating Oara people had obviously heard the Ming army's provocation, but they had no choice but to return to the camp one by one with their heads down.
Seeing the withdrawal of troops from Wala, the morale of the Ming army was greatly boosted, and everyone's fatigue was swept away.
They cheered and celebrated this hard-won victory.
The big stone in Zhu Qizhen's heart finally fell to the ground. With an artifact like lime powder, the Wala people would not even think of attacking the city!
Suddenly, Zhang Fu pointed forward and said loudly: "Your Majesty, they are here again!"
"What?"
Zhu Qizhen looked puzzled. He hadn't even waited for the celebration yet. Why is he here again?
First of all, this is really a bastard who is so determined that he will not give up until he hits his head and bleeds.
"Your Majesty, look, the opponent's formation seems a bit strange!"
Zhu Qizhen looked from a distance and saw that the formation of the Wala cavalry had been adjusted this time. There were only a few thousand people, and they were moving very slowly.
"It's strange, why does it seem like the infantry is in front and the cavalry is behind?"
Zhu Qizhen was very confused, what formation is this?
Zhang Fu stepped forward and asked: "Your Majesty, how will we fight this time?"
Zhu Qizhen thought for a moment and said: "No matter what tricks he does, prepare lime bombs!"
"Yes!"
As the other party slowly approached, someone finally realized that something was wrong.
Zhang Fu suddenly said: "The people walking in front seem to be Han people!"
Zhu Qizhen also discovered that in front of the Wala cavalry was a large group of ragged people, being driven forward.
"Damn it, you actually captured the people of Ming Dynasty and used them as cannon fodder!"
Seeing these people, Zhu Qizhen's anger instantly exploded.
Although those people were in ragged clothes and had empty eyes, it could be seen that they were all Han people, and they should be Ora people, ordinary people who had plundered along the way.
Almost all of these people are young and strong men. This does not mean that the Wala people are very kind. On the contrary, seeing these young and strong men, it is not difficult to imagine the fate of those old, weak, women and children.
"Your Majesty, the Walas want to use these people as cannon fodder!"
Zhang Fu's voice became weaker and weaker, because he knew that Zhu Qi was very angry when he was calm at this time.
Through this period of contact, Zhang Fu deeply felt that the aloof Ming Emperor in front of him had great respect for life.
Now that he sees the people of the Ming Dynasty being used as cannon fodder, he must be in an extremely bad mood at this time.
Chen Ying stepped forward and asked: "Your Majesty, the enemy is approaching the city. Do you want to attack with lime bombs?"
"No!" Zhu Qizhen slowly shook his head and said, "Pass it down, no one can take action without my order!"
Chen Ying's face was tangled and he continued: "I understand the emperor's mood, but if no measures are taken, the enemy will be able to do nothing to stop him..."
Zhu Qizhen suddenly said: "Look at those people, they are all my people!"
The captive army was driven forward. Someone suddenly discovered the Ming army on the city wall and began to run towards the camp, shouting non-stop: "Help me! I am a Han!"
Before he could run far, an arrow flew out from behind and shot him to the ground.
At this time, he had not completely expired. He used his last strength to crawl forward and shouted: "Help me!"
Seeing this scene, the Ming army on the city wall couldn't help but shed tears.
However, they have the intention to kill the enemy, but they have no chance to kill the enemy.
Zhu Qizhen knew that this was a severe challenge. As the Ming Emperor, he must make a choice immediately!
He silently closed his eyes and shouted: "Open the city gate!"