Unknowingly, the sun turned westward, and the mountains were littered with corpses...
"Work harder!" Amidst the loud shouts of killing, under the command of a young leader, the Walas launched another attack, trying to resolve the battle before the sun set. "Quickly destroy this Ming army, and then go to meet the Grand Master.
"
On the highest hill in Jiulongkou, a group of guards surrounded the pale and thin Dariba. At this moment, the Mongol Khan's attention was not on the anxious battlefield, but on the young man. His expression was very strange, like
He seemed to be gloating about his misfortune, but also a little worried.
The young man was Mahamu's eldest son, named Tuohuan. Just like Zhu Di left Zhu Zhanji behind, Mahamu also placed his heir with Daliba without taking it to the battlefield.
Just in case something unexpected happens. At this moment, news from the main battlefield has come... It is said that the war is not going well. The Grand Master has led the army to retreat and asked them to rush to Tieshan to meet up.
At this moment, this Ming army unexpectedly came up in a daze. Daliba had no interest in annihilating them. The reason was simple. Mahamu's performance failed, but he won the game easily. Of course, it would improve his reputation.
Help, but 80% will arouse Mahamu's jealousy... It is said that although Mahamu has suffered a lot of losses, his main force is still there, and he does not have the capital to confront him.
But Tuo Huan disagreed. He insisted on wiping out this Ming army before joining his father. His thinking was not difficult to understand. His father had lost face, so he had to get it back, which was considered a victory.
One defeat, a tie with the Ming army. This boy is indeed his father's son, he even thinks exactly the same.
So there was a scene where Tuohuan led the men to attack the mountain top, while Daliba watched coldly from behind. Daliba didn't care about the outcome of this small battle in front of him. He was worried about the future fate of himself and his tribe...
How Mahamu failed and whether his dream of dominating the grassland still exists is directly related to the life and death of him and his tribe.
The Mongolian Khan was lost in boredom here, and the battle on the mountain over there became more and more fierce. After paying a heavy price, the Ming army finally repelled another wave of attacks. As soon as the enemy retreated, Zhu Zhanji sat down exhausted.
Behind the big stone, I first wiped my right hand clean in my underwear, then dug and dug, and took out an exquisite jewelry box. When I pressed the spring, the lid of the box popped open lightly, revealing a lifelike, luxurious and elegant bead flower.
.
This was a silver bell that he gave to him, but it was returned and given to him as a gift. You have to believe that there is love at first sight in this world, just like his great grandson, who has never seen such a beautiful and fragrant country, and such a fat and thin bird.
But he just fell in love with Yin Ling. The first time he saw her, he liked her very much. He liked her liveliness and beauty, her boldness and vigor, her flowery smile, and the beauty mark on her mouth...
In short, he likes anyone with a silver bell. The more she rejects him, the more obsessed he becomes, and the further away from her, the more he wants to
This time it seems that there is no escape. I wonder if she will be sad for me and shed a few tears when she finds out? Zhu Zhanji stroked the pearl flowers like a silver bell on her pretty face, and secretly murmured to himself:
It will happen, she is so kind. But I guess the sadness will pass after a while, she is so annoying to me... Well, I don’t know what is so good about that brother Xiao Qian, so that she can’t forget her so much, then it’s better for that kid to have sex with him
My sister is getting married, otherwise I will have to sink him under the West Lake to feed the fishes.
"Brothers, the casualties are too heavy." While he was thinking wildly, Xue Huan was covered in blood and sat next to Zhu Zhanji like a ghost. He reported in a hissing voice: "There are only about 200 people who can still fight now. It's hard to fight with these people."
I can't protect my life, but I can't defend the entire mountain. I'm afraid they will attack me next time."
"..." Zhu Zhanji's face was also covered in blood, and only his eyes were still black and white. When he spoke, he showed his white teeth. He carefully put away the pearl flowers, then nodded, flicked the knife in his hand and said: "
Wrapped in horse leather, he died a worthy death." Although the words are very heroic, the tone is full of self-deprecation.
"It's absolutely impossible." Chen Wu's horse sore has healed, and this time Peipianpian followed. If he had known the outcome earlier, he would rather Juhua would never be good: "Master, I am the second crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, how can I
Saying something unlucky?" He said cautiously: "Actually, if the master reveals his identity, will they still dare to hurt you?"
"Fart" Zhu Zhanji spat. After cursing, he felt that he had no right to yell at others... because these loyal guards and subordinates were all led to death by him. Thinking of this, he sighed: "Because
I am the emperor's grandson, so I cannot embarrass the Ming Dynasty..." He took a deep breath and strengthened his confidence: "The Ming Dynasty only had Zhu Zhanji who died in battle, and there was no emperor's grandson who surrendered."
"That's right."
"Haha, let's walk quickly on Huangquan Road, maybe we can catch up with your brother." Zhu Zhanji said with a smile.
"If Your Highness goes down first, you have to wait for me." Xue Huan said a little shyly: "I am a road idiot...
"Hahahaha, no problem." Zhu Zhanji laughed loudly, vomited out the lumps in his chest, and loudly said to the surviving soldiers: "Brothers, I won't say more apologies. When I get to the underworld, I will definitely fight.
Don't fight back, don't retaliate when you are scolded." After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "We will go to the underworld later, and we will walk together on the road to hell, and the little devils will not dare to bully us."
We have already reached this point. The officers and soldiers had known that they were going to die. No one wanted to act like a coward before they died. They all laughed and said: "Let's go down below and serve as bodyguards for His Highness."
"Let's talk about the next thing later." Zhu Zhanji shook his head and said solemnly: "My identity is destined not to be captured, otherwise it will be a national humiliation, but I don't want to teach myself, I want to die in battle and kill one more Tatar.
"Earn one." He paused and said in a low voice: "I mean, if I am injured and unable to move, you must kill me without hesitation, do you hear me?"
"Your Highness..." the soldiers choked.
"This is for the Ming Dynasty, you must agree." Zhu Zhanji said solemnly: "The enemy is coming up again. Prepare to fight." I saw countless Wala soldiers rushing up again...
"Yes" the soldiers responded loudly.
"Brothers," Zhu Zhanji raised his sword and cursed, "To his mother."
"To his mother," the soldiers cursed in unison, feeling great.
There were only one-third of the Ming army left, so the defense line naturally shrank and shrunk, and the crossbows had been shot long ago. So the Wala soldiers rushed up quickly, and the two sides directly entered into bloody hand-to-hand combat. But by this point in the fierce battle, both sides were a little numb.
It means killing and being killed, and has lost the reverence for life and the fear of death.
After all, the strength of the Ming army was stretched thin. Each line of defense had to face several times the number of enemies, and they were gradually divided by the Wala soldiers. Even Zhu Zhanji fought four or five Wala warriors alone... It turned out that people also saw that he was
The leader of this army, not only the people of the Central Plains understand the principle of capturing the king first, but others also know it, so they naturally sent the most elite warriors to destroy him.
Zhu Zhanji finally killed three difficult enemies. Suddenly, a cold light struck silently. He hurriedly lay down on an iron bridge to escape the fatal blow. Before he could get up, the man
The scimitar struck again, and Zhu Zhanji had no choice but to roll and dodge again. But the opponent's sword skills and body movements were like ghosts, making it inevitable for people to avoid him. Zhu Zhanji couldn't get up, and he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
No different.
"Protect Your Highness quickly" Seeing that Zhu Zhanji might be killed by the opponent's sword at any time, the separated guards hurriedly tried their best to fend off the enemy, trying to get closer to Zhu Zhanji.
After hearing this, the young warrior who attacked Zhu Zhanji was stunned, and immediately stared at him. The sword that he had made with full confidence stopped abruptly.
Zhu Zhanji quickly flew up and kicked the man in the heart. Anger flashed in the man's eyes, and he was about to take him down... At this moment, a horn suddenly sounded over the battlefield.
This was the signal for the Oara people to withdraw their troops. When they heard the horn sound, the Oara soldiers jumped out of the battle group and retreated down the mountain like a tide.
Seeing that he would be surrounded by the crazy guards if he didn't leave, the young man who made the sneak attack had no choice but to let Zhu Zhanji go and retreat down the mountain quickly...
Angrily, he went down the mountain and went straight to the hilltop where Dariba was. He cursed at the beginning: "Why are you withdrawing your troops, you coward?"
"Haha." Daliba didn't get angry with him, pointed to the direction and said: "Please take a look."
The young man was Mahamu's son Tuohuan. He looked at the smoke and dust billowing in the distance and said, "It turns out reinforcements are coming."
"Yes." Daliba nodded solemnly and said, "We are about to withdraw. It is important to go and have a round with the grand master. We cannot waste our troops here."
"No." Tuo Huan said decisively: "It's more important to catch the people on the mountain."
"There are only one or two hundred people left," Daliba said calmly: "What's the point of killing them? It's better to let them go. It can also express our admiration for the warriors as Mongolians."
"No," Tuohuan gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know who is up there?"
"who?"
"Your Highness" Tuohuan received a good education since childhood and can understand Chinese
"What is it, Your Highness?" Daliba asked in surprise.
"Those who can be called His Highness in the Ming Dynasty are the emperor and his children and grandchildren. Those who are following this expedition are the King of Han and the Emperor's grandson." Tuo Huanqing was better than his master, and he was much smarter than his father: "The King of Han should be three
He is forty years old, but that person is obviously not that old.”
"You mean?" Daliba said in shock: "The grandson of the Ming Dynasty is surrounded by us?"
"Well," Tuohuan nodded heavily and said, "This big fish fell into our hands, we must catch him."
"Then we have to meet the enemy first." Daliba thought quickly and realized that it would be a great thing if he could capture the grandson of the Ming Dynasty.
"You come and block them, and then I will lead others to kill them," Tuohuan said in a deep voice.