That night, Zagel was very happy and got extremely drunk before he gave up.
I really didn't expect that even though I was transporting supplies far behind, I would be favored by the Immortal God and get a share of the credit for nothing.
This Agula is interesting enough and worth getting to know.
Drowsily, I felt someone pushing me.
"What are you doing?" He turned over and said impatiently, "We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do!"
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
"What is the enemy attacking..."
"Ming army...ah!"
A scream awakened the war gene in Zager's body. As soon as he got up, he saw his bodyguard slowly falling to the ground.
He raised his eyes little by little, and then he saw a tall figure.
This person was none other than Agula, whom we had been drinking with at night. He was holding a shining steel knife in his hand and was dripping blood.
"Ah...brother Agula, you...what are you going to do?"
"Brother, let me send you on your way!"
Haming slashed with his sword. Zager wanted to resist, but his body was filled with too much alcohol and he couldn't obey his orders at all.
"You...ah..."
A miserable howl sounded. Ha Ming wiped the blood on his face and continued to look for the next target with the knife in hand.
The Oara soldiers in the camp finally reacted and began to resist.
Many people didn't know what was happening. They only knew that there was an enemy attack. In a hurry, they were completely unprepared and panicked and got up to fight.
There were even many people who had their heads cut off by the Ming army in their sleep, with a slight smile on their lips and no trace of pain.
The entire camp was ablaze with flames, shouts of death, howls and howling north wind intertwined together, like a blood-red war song, resounding on the shores of Chagannuoer Lake.
After the first round of attacks, most of the more than 3,000 Wala soldiers were lost, leaving only five or six hundred.
The blood of their companions dyed their eyes red, and the ferocity of the grassland people was clearly evident at this moment. They screamed, reorganized their offensive, stepped over the corpses of their companions, and even stepped on the chests of their companions who were still groaning.
, rushing over like the wind.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, there is really a big difference between the Walas and the Han people.
They only respect the strong. For the sake of victory, anyone's life can be sacrificed, even if it is a comrade who depends on life and death. The human and animal surnames are vividly reflected at this moment.
This time, Zhu Qizhen did not take the lead in the charge. After being tempered by blood and fire, the 3,000 battalion had grown into an elite force that had experienced hundreds of battles.
The Ming army was harvesting the battlefield with a huge advantage. Li Zhen took the lead, pointing the steel knife forward in his hand, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife.
"kill!"
In the night sky, shrill screams sounded from time to time, piercing the grassland sky and drifting into the distance. The bright red blood stained every corner of the camp.
The war strength of the Wala people can be described as strong. Even though they knew they were surrounded and in desperate situation, they were still struggling desperately. Their faces stained with blood looked like Satan devils from hell.
"kill!"
The Ming army roared and launched its final charge. The sharp knife tip pierced with the cold light. Blood splattered everywhere. Countless Walas were pierced through the chest. After struggling feebly for a few times, they fell to the ground.
Finally, the last Wala man fell down, and the Chagannuoer camp returned to its former tranquility.
The next step was to clean up the battlefield, and Li Zhen came to Zhu Qizhen to report the results.
"Report to your Majesty, more than 3,000 enemies were killed in this battle, a great victory!"
Zhu Qizhen did not appear very excited, but asked: "What are the casualties of our army?"
"Seventy-two of our troops were killed and about 500 were injured."
Since it was a sneak attack at night, most of the Oara people were asleep, and the Ming army suffered very few casualties. However, in Zhu Qizhen's heart, even if only one person died, it would be a huge loss.
"Li Zhen, how many people are left in the Three Thousand Battalion?"
Li Zhen was stunned for a moment and immediately replied: "Back to the Emperor, as of tonight, there are still 2,750 people in the Three Thousand Battalion!"
After hearing this, Zhu Qizhen looked very serious. When the Three Thousand Battalion was formed, it had 3,000 men. In the battle at Badaling, more than a hundred were lost. Then after going deep into the grassland and fighting for several days, including tonight's casualties, the loss has been 250.
ten people.
These people accompanied him deep into the desert, through life and death. Some were only sixteen or seventeen years old, still children.
However, in order to achieve the final victory, bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable.
This is war, cruel, cruel, without a trace of mercy!
After the silence, Zhu Qizhen sighed and said, "Write down all their names!"
Li Zhen's expression tightened and she saluted, "I obey the order!"
…………
On the Mobei grasslands, the darkness before dawn is the coldest.
Boyan was sleeping soundly when he felt a cold wind blowing above his head and a guard hurriedly walked into the tent.
"General, it's not good!"
Boyan opened his sleepy eyes and murmured: "Why, have you found traces of the Ming army?"
"Report to the general, we saw fire in the distance, it seems that there is a fire!"
Boyan looked surprised, there was a fire on the grassland?
Could it be...suddenly, something bad flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly got up and came outside the tent. He only took one look and then froze.
"General, look, is that where the Chagannuoer camp is located?"
Somewhere in the south, fire shot into the sky, lighting up the entire night sky.
Boyan suddenly felt sleepless, and the look in his eyes was gradually replaced by anger.
After a while, he was heard roaring: "Assemble everyone, target Chagan Nuoer Camp!"
…………
Sprinkle lamp oil on the yurt and ignite it with a torch. There will be a soft buzzing sound. The fire will grow from small to large, from near to far. The huge and spacious tent slowly burns, like a spark burning on the vast grassland.
.
In less than a moment, the yurt was engulfed by a large fire. The raging flames swayed with the wind and set fire to the adjacent tents. Countless yurts, like matchsticks next to each other, were burned one after another.
ignite.
Ten tents, twenty tents, a hundred tents, the sparks of fire burned bigger and brighter. When thousands of tents in Chagannuoer burned under the sky, they were burning like fireworks.
In the night sky, the fiery light was like blood flowers blooming on the grassland, reflecting the vast sky red.
When the boundless tents burned one by one, and the flames soaring into the sky illuminated their faces, the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion rode back and forth on horseback, holding their swords high, cheering vigorously, and their majestic passion filled their young and vicissitudes of life.
face.
Zhu Qizhen didn't speak, just watched all this quietly.
Behind those blood-red eyes and excited faces, there was too much tragedy and heaviness hidden.
Li Zhenle immediately stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, where should we go next?"
The supply depot in Wala was destroyed, and the troops must be withdrawn first. The road ahead will be even more difficult.
In the vast desert, if you want to avoid the pursuit of the Oara people, the only way is to take them by surprise and head towards the place they think is the most impossible.
This is a game of life and death. If you are not careful, the whole army of three thousand battalions will be wiped out.
Zhu Qizhen already had a plan in his mind and softly uttered three words: "Onan River!"