When Zhu Di led 50,000 cavalry to the west, preparing to meet Sheng Yong and the forced landing of Mahamu and others, the only thing he saw was a sea of blood and corpses!

Countless horses' hooves fell, the ground was full of muddy swamps, countless vultures on the grassland shouted for a full meal, and even when Zhu Di's army arrived, the group of beasts only circled up, letting out an impatient wail.

"It's late."

Turning over and dismounting, Zhu Di's brows furrowed.

The sons and daughters he saw were all old comrades-in-arms who had been with him for more than ten years.

"Daddy."

Zhu Gaoxu stepped forward to support Zhu Di, and was surprised to find that the latter's body was trembling slightly!

"Yes, I'm a big man."

Zhu Di saw all the familiar faces, each of which he could call by name, and now, all of them left this world with relief, wantonness, or hideous expressions.

The military boots staggered in the blood, and Zhu Di saw Sheng Yong, the Ming general who was almost divided into two, the head of the armor was still angry and wide, and he never lowered it, just like the pole standing beside him, the high-spirited Ming banner.

This is the helplessness of fighting on the steppe.

Zhu Di laughed miserably.

It really should be that the group of people in the country who are shouting for convincing people with virtue and clamoring for forgiveness of barbarians with education can come and see what war is and what is life and death between ethnic groups!

Then, Zhu Di saw Mahamu who was nailed to the ground with a steel spear, which was his old opponent.

There was no pain or hideousness on Maham's face, but it was all relief.

After fighting Amy Timur and fighting Daming, fighting one after another, Mahamu, whose heart is higher than the sky, no longer thinks about how to compare with Genghis Khan, death, but the ending he is most eager for now, finally.

It's time to rest.

Arutai, Ghost Lichi.

There are too many heroes on this battlefield, and now they have become a bloody corpse, rotting on the grassland, lying under the sky.

"And the brothers who are alive!"

Suddenly, Zhu Gaoxu's cheers made Zhu Di look up in shock, and he saw that among the layers of corpses, a team of Ming army athletes was carefully carrying out a 'corpse', he hurriedly ran over, and carefully reached out to pull away the hair covering this face.

What a terrible battle this soldier has experienced.

A once glamorous armor was completely cut to pieces, and dozens of slashes, large and small, were full of eyes, some of which were still dripping with blood, and some had closed and had blood scabs.

How did he survive!

"We have annihilated the Tartars."

The pain caused by the movement woke up the soldier, surprisingly, his spirit was very high, he saw Zhu Di, saw this commander who was once very familiar, he cheered and shouted.

"Long live the Ming Army!"

Then, the two bloodied arms hung down weakly.

"Help, save!"

Zhu Di felt that he was about to run out of breath, he jumped to his feet, roared, roared.

"There must be someone alive, there must be someone else, save people!"

Maybe even Zhu Di himself didn't realize that since he participated in the flood fight in Jiangxi, he has become more and more emotional, and he is more and more like a flesh-and-blood chief of general staff Zhu Di, and he is no longer the previous King of Beiping Yan who treats human life as a mustard and is cruel and murderous.

The 50,000 soldiers who came to the aid of the Ming Dynasty had tears in their eyes and silently began to clean up the battlefield, but they could only move out a corpse wearing the armor of the Ming army, and even if they were busy until the evening, they did not find a single living mouth.

"Twenty-five thousand seven hundred and twenty corpses."

Zhu Gaoxu found Zhu Di sitting on a corpse mound, and said silently: "There may be more, they have been trampled into meat paste, or maybe there are only lonely heads left, unrecognizable, unrecognizable." ”

"There are victories and defeats in wars, and it is never possible to annihilate all the armies on both sides, impossible!"

Zhu Di jumped down from the corpse mound and drank it: "The army is based on thousands of households, and it will be searched by Lone, and the entire prairie will be searched by Lone!" Kill all the steppe Tartars you encounter along the way! ”

The army received the order, and before they could set off, in the distance, the sound of horses' hooves sounded.

Under the sunset, the afterglow is like blood, a team of more than 1,000 people is galloping on horses, and a banner of the Ming army is hunting in the wind!

"I'll just say there's anyone alive, and I'll know! Hahahaha! ”

Zhu Di was happy like a child, looking up to the sky and laughing.

"How can a strong army trained by a lone man not be able to defeat tens of thousands of Tartars, and even if the enemy is several times with me, it should be defeated in a battle!"

"The last general of Beiping is the commander of Ning Zhiyuan, see His Royal Highness King Yan."

When the team approached, the first rider turned over and dismounted, and hugged his fist towards Zhu Di.

If it weren't for the fact that the visitor reported to his home, through the layers of blood stains on his face, Zhu Di couldn't believe that this dirty, blood-stained man would be Ning Zhiyuan, who was laughed at by him as a green-shirted Confucian general in Beiping in the past.

"It's good to be back, it's good."

Zhu Di stretched out his hands and dragged Ning Zhiyuan's arms vigorously, said hello repeatedly, and then asked, "Where did you come back from this fight?" ”

"Yesterday, when Shen Shi, our army encountered the coalition army of Mahamu in the grassland, and the battle began, General Sheng took the lead in fighting Mahamu, and unfortunately died on the battlefield.

The whole army hated the enemy from top to bottom, fought to the death and did not retreat, keeping in mind that the military order was like a mountain, and finally beheaded the three chieftains of Mahamu, Arutai, and Guili Chi when they were fighting, the enemy finally broke and fled. ”

It's a big victory, not a big defeat!

"Good! Good! Good! ”

Zhu Di excitedly shouted three times in a row, and at this time, the scattered sound of horses' hooves in his ears began to sound again.

More and more elites of the Ming army began to turn.

"King Yuyan, our army won a complete victory in this battle, with a total of more than 83,000 beheadings, 27,000 casualties and more than 2,000 minor wounds."

After all the results were gathered, this book of military merits was stained red with countless blood.

There are tens of thousands of sons, and their souls are in a foreign land.

But their deaths were worth it, and the results they achieved were enormous.

This is not the common strategy of relying on wit in military books, and it is not an understatement in the storyteller's mouth, and the tartars between the lupine scarves are wiped out. This is a real knife-to-knife, gun-to-gun, and brutal hand-to-hand combat with blood spilled on the head.

In a frontal battle, 40,000 Ming troops rode heavily and annihilated nearly 100,000 allied troops in the grassland!

This is the advantage of armor, and this is the power of industrial technology.

The steppe people are not brave, they are not fierce, they have endless expectations to go home, and they also burst out with eye-catching combat effectiveness under the lead charge of their respective Great Khans, but in the end they collapsed and failed without suspense.

When their sabers were powerless in battle, it was difficult to cut through the armor of the Enlightened Ming Army, but the steel spears of the Ming Army could take away strings of lives in every charge.

In the battle of a large group, human life is really as fragile as a mustard.