On the grassland, fast horses gallop and the sky is filled with yellow sand.
Because of the war, a large number of young men and women were recruited first. Among the tribes, most of them were old, weak, women and children. Although there were some young men and women, they realized something was wrong and when they wanted to mount their horses to meet the enemy, the arrows were already gone.
Then, an arrow pierced the chest directly, and the man fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the cavalry like a tide swept over in an instant, slashing and killing all those who tried to resist.
All this was done simply and neatly, with just a cup of tea, the overall situation was decided.
The tactics of the Ming army became more and more adept. When they first launched the raid, the plan was not thorough enough and the soldiers were still a bit rusty in their cooperation. However, after defeating several tribes in succession, their experience began to gain.
I even feel that this small tribe can no longer satisfy my appetite. When will I encounter a decent-sized tribe that I can kill to my heart's content?
The old and weak women and children in the tribe were all frightened and had already been controlled by the soldiers.
Those old men looked at these Ming troops in horror. They had many experiences of going south to clear grass and valleys, but... they had never seen a Ming army go so far into the desert.
There was panic and uneasiness in their eyes, and many women and children made all kinds of harsh calls.
Without waiting for instructions, Li Zhen repeated her old trick and let these old, weak, women and children go, and sent someone to follow them secretly.
Except for the general direction of the Three Thousand Battalion, which needs to be decided by Zhu Qizhen, the rest of the time is completely decided by Li Zhen. This person is naturally tall, plus he has not shaved for several days, and his face is full of vicissitudes of life.
He has the demeanor of a battle-hardened veteran.
After the sun sets, the grassland becomes dark and deathly silent.
After a lot of running and fighting, all the soldiers were already exhausted and fell asleep.
No matter day or night, Fan Zhong stayed by Zhu Qizhen's side. When he was about to close his eyes, he heard Zhu Qizhen mutter: "I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. From now on, your descendants and grandsons will...
Everyone will remember me... surrender to me..."
Fan Zhong opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the young emperor quietly under the dim firelight.
He is almost fifty this year and has accompanied three emperors. In his heart, Emperor Yongle is invincible, Emperor Hongxi is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, Emperor Xuande has both military strategy and benevolence. However, when it comes to the orthodox emperor... it is really hard to describe in one sentence! In Tumubao, I thought that the Ming Dynasty was exhausted, but unexpectedly, this young emperor suddenly rose up and led the army to fight a bloody road.
Under the Badaling city wall, in order to rescue the refugees, it was he who rushed out without hesitation. It felt like... he owed them something?
Sometimes, I really don’t understand what he is thinking.
However, one thing is certain, today's orthodox emperor is no longer what he used to be.
With you like this, the Ming Dynasty will flourish for at least another fifty years!
As the morning sun rose, the scouts came on horseback. More than ten miles northwest, they discovered a large tribe.
When Li Zhen heard this, she immediately cheered up and ordered the soldiers to take away everything they could. Those who could not be taken away were gathered together and burned directly to ashes.
Three thousand soldiers galloped toward the northwest at lightning speed. More than an hour later, they found a lake. Not far from the lake, there was a large tribe with a size of at least three thousand people.
Li Zhen followed Zhu Qizhen, looking ahead from a distance, her face uncertain.
Obviously, this is an opportunity, but it is also a tough battle!
Since the Three Thousand Battalion entered the grassland, they have encountered small-scale tribes, and each time they have been an overwhelming victory. There has been no battle damage so far. I am afraid that they will not be able to do it today.
He looked at the cavalry behind him. They all looked resolute and murderous.
Fighting and burning along the way, eating the enemy's cattle and sheep, drinking the enemy's mare's milk, living in the enemy's tents, and then burning them on fire after living in them, like a pack of hungry wolves rushing into the sheepfold and demanding what they want.<
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When they first entered the grassland, they were still a little nervous and afraid, but gradually, as they smelled more and more blood, they gradually began to feel numb.
Nowadays, these people are full of murderous intent. They are becoming more and more proficient in the use of bows and arrows, and their tactics and coordination are also extremely skilled.
The long-term attack has already made them ragged and smelly, and many of them are more or less injured. From a distance, they look like a remnant army. However, their faces are resolute, full of energy, and their bodies exude
A fierce murderous aura.
These pairs of eyes seem to be saying, wherever the enemy is, we will fight there, even if we die, we will not regret it!
Li Zhen rode up to Zhu Qizhen, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "We found a large tribe in front of us, with a population of about three thousand. Please give us your instructions!"
Zhu Qizhen turned around and looked at everyone, and said resolutely: "For many years, no one has dared to go deep into the desert alone like us, and slaughter the Oara people like chickens and dogs. In the past, they were the only ones.
I went south to clear grass and valleys again and again, killing the people of the Ming Dynasty and looting the property of the Ming Dynasty. Little did I know that in this world, there is a saying that blood debts must be repaid with blood."
All the soldiers shouted in unison: "Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
Zhu Qizhen raised his hand and said word by word: "Now, the time has come to pay for the blood debt!"
Materials are in short supply all year round on the grassland, and things like candles, oil lamps, etc. are in serious shortage. Therefore, after the sun goes down, people go to bed.
In the dead of night, there was a sound of horse hooves...
Some people couldn't help but get up, walk out of the tent, and look into the distance.
Under the moonlight, there is a group of black shadows approaching quickly in the distance.
What is that?
No one answered.
Could it be a nearby tribe?
Why do tribes walk at night at night?
Could it be that something happened on the front line and troops are being mobilized?
If this is really the case, I am afraid that some of the remaining young men in the tribe will also enlist in the army.
Alas, in a war, almost all those who can fight on the grassland have been recruited, and even children aged thirteen or fourteen have to apply.
The black spots on the horizon are becoming more and more numerous and dense. They are moving in this direction with the sky above their heads, getting faster and faster!
Finally, someone noticed something was wrong and shouted: "Be careful!"
The cavalry on the opposite side is getting closer and closer. The cavalry, which has been well fed and recharged for a long time, is like the wind, shining with a cold light in their hands.
There is only the light reflected from the blade when the sword is raised high, illuminated by the moonlight.
They...they are the enemy!
This is the hinterland of the grassland, how could enemy troops appear?
It doesn’t make sense!
You know, this place is thousands of miles away from the mainland of the Ming Dynasty. The front line is the 100,000-strong army of Grand Master Ye Xian. How could any enemy troops reach the rear?
Many people started to get confused.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
"Pick up your bows and arrows, prepare your swords, and prepare to meet the enemy!"
"Changshengtian, please protect me and kill these demons!"
However, what answered him was not the Immortal Sky, but a sharp arrow.
The locust-like arrows appeared quietly in the night sky. When they fell, countless Wala people fell down.
In fact, the Wala people who were still sleeping seemed very dull at this moment. They did not expect that there would be enemies here at this moment, and their bows and arrows were not even opened.