North of the Great Wall, on the grassland, an army of 50,000 people is rushing forward at the fastest speed, a big flag is flying high, and a big Yang character is written on it.

The army on the grassland is not the Mongolian iron cavalry that crisscrosses here, but the army of the Ming Dynasty, which is the elite of Datong who is personally led by Yang Yiqing, the general of the trilateral system, to support the Bitou Pass!

Two days ago, when the wolf smoke suddenly rose from the fortress in front of the Yatou Pass, this warning beacon smoke was transmitted to the distance in all directions at a very fast speed, and soon after it was transmitted to Datong City and reported to Yang Yiqing.

When it was confirmed that tens of thousands of Mongolian troops were attacking the small Yaotou Pass, Yang Yiqing was surprised, and at the same time knew that something was wrong. When Zi Zhengde was still in the Partial Pass today, although someone had already rushed to report that the local government had found the whereabouts of the Son of Heaven, and his safety had been guaranteed, it was only under normal circumstances. Once a Mongolian suddenly attacks the Biaotou Pass, the Son of Heaven who is in the gate will be too dangerous.

Moreover, Yang Yiqing knows that there are a lot of weaknesses in the current partial head pass, and the wall built by people with shoddy quality may not be able to withstand the onslaught of thousands of Mongolian troops. In particular, if the Mongolian people had already received information and knew that there was a weakness in the Bitou Pass, and even knew that the Ming Emperor was there, they raised a large army to attack, and the matter would be even worse.

Yang Yiqing even thought of the catastrophe that almost brought about the Ming Dynasty decades ago. At that time, Emperor Yingzong led the Northern Expedition because of the mistaken belief in the words of the eunuch Wang Zhen, and as a result, he was defeated in Tumubao, not only burying hundreds of thousands of elites of the Ming Dynasty, but also damaging most of the elites of the court and China who accompanied the army, and finally even he himself was defeated and captured, so there was a terrible result of the siege of Beijing by the Mongolian army.

At that time, if it weren't for Yu Qian's general tilt in the court, I am afraid that the Ming Dynasty would have died because of it. I didn't expect that after many years, the old thing would be repeated again, if today's son falls into the hands of the Mongolian people again, not only will the Ming Dynasty become a laughing stock for future generations, I am afraid that this country will not be able to hold on.

At this moment, Yang Yiqing regretted it a lot, if the Son of Heaven had been desperate to tie him up and send him back to Beijing at the same time as the Son of Heaven arrived, then all this would not have happened. Even if he will be deceived by this criminal, even if he will be condemned to death because of this, it is better than letting the Son of Heaven take such a big risk.

But now, it is useless to regret it, the only thing Yang Yiqing can do is to quickly make amends-hurry up to rescue the dangerous Eccentric Pass, before the Mongolian people break the city, retreat them quickly, keep the city, and save the Son of Heaven who is in it!

Without much consideration, Yang Yiqing immediately passed down the military order, and quickly led 50,000 elites out of the city to rescue, leaving only another 50,000 horses to guard Datong. At the same time, in order to get to the Bitou Pass as soon as possible, he didn't even take the Daming Official Road, because the road there had more distances, but directly chose to march from the grassland outside the Great Wall and gallop to the Bitou Pass as quickly as possible.

But even so, it was not easy to mobilize an army of 50,000, and it took more than half a day before the army was able to set off, day and night, and by this time, there were still dozens of miles away from the partial pass. At this time, they could even faintly hear the sound of killing coming from the front, and it was obvious that the Mongols were attacking the city.

"Hurry, hurry!" Yang Yiqing shouted loudly, and not far from him, Huang Feng was also lying on the back of the horse with a nervous expression, constantly urging the horse forward.

As the head catcher of Biguan County, since he has recovered from his injuries, he naturally wants to go back. And after hearing that Yitouguan was being attacked by the Mongolian army, he even forcibly asked to follow Yang Yiqing to set off.

For this request, Yang Yiqing did not refuse, just said that you can do it yourself, and gave him a fast horse and let him follow him and set off. And Huang Feng, who was originally mediocre, actually relied on a breath to persevere all the way, and now seeing that the target is in sight, his spirit is even more uplifted, and he constantly urges the horse under his crotch to rush forward, and he is actually faster than many cavalrymen.

Of course, it is impossible for Yang Yiqing to pay attention to such a little person at this time, and he has already begun to think about it in his mind at this time, what kind of way to fight with the Mongolian people after he arrives outside the Yaotou Pass later.

"Since they are attacking the Yatou Pass with all their might, then their rear army will inevitably be empty, and if they raid their rear roads with the vanguard elite, and then set fire to their grain and grass baggage, they will definitely be able to disturb their military morale." Soon, a strategy came out of his mind: "Then, our army will be separated from two sides, and the two wings of the Mongolian people will be flanked on the left and right, even if it is in this wilderness, it may not be impossible to break the enemy!" ”

With his mind set, he immediately beckoned to his own soldiers and conveyed his plan to the forward cavalry at a faster pace, making sure to inflict heavy damage on the back before the Mongols could react. As for the rest of the men, he ordered them to slow down.

In the last thirty miles or so, they must first cultivate their spirits before launching a final attack on the Mongols!

In the case of this galloping rescue, Yang Yiqing can still keep his mind clear and quickly make corresponding deployments, and his reputation as a Confucian general is indeed not a fluke.

And Huang Feng, who was not far from him, saw that he suddenly slowed down, so he subconsciously wanted to lean over and ask what was going on. But at this time, Yang Yiqing was his confidant and personal soldiers, and those who were idle didn't want to approach at all, even if it was him, he was blocked out, so he had to temporarily slow down with the army.

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At the same time, the battle on the Eccentric Pass was already in full swing.

As the Mongols forcibly filled the moat, the army rushed directly to the city, and the only thing the defenders could do was to defend to the death. As a result, arrows rained down on and off the city, and people kept screaming and falling to the ground.

However, in addition to bows and arrows, the Ming army, who was desperate to defend the city, also used all their weapons. Stones and woods, large and small, were thrown down as if they didn't want money, and they beat the enemies who wanted to rush to the edge of the city to the ground, and countless people fell.

But even so, encouraged by the sound of trumpets in the rear, the Mongols often only retreated slightly, then summoned up the courage to rush over again, and continued to brave the wood and stones falling like hail above their heads, and began to pick up all kinds of rudimentary tools to dig up the city.

Fortunately, the fire last night burned the siege equipment and baggage of the Mongolian people, otherwise the Ming army would have to face a rudimentary ladder at this time, or a crash that would have caused greater damage to the city wall.

But even against the Mongols, who had no sharp weapons, the defenders were not in a good situation, not only did they have to do everything to prevent the enemy from destroying the walls, but they also had to dodge the enemy's arrows at any time, and if they were not careful, someone would fall from the top of the city. This is a battle of attack and defense that competes with military spirit and patience, and only the one who persists to the end can achieve the final victory.

It's just that with the continuous casualties on both sides, the situation has developed in an unfavorable direction for the Ming army. After all, the Ming army was far inferior to the Mongols in terms of strength. Even if someone dies, the enemy can send a steady stream of men and horses to fill the vacancy, but as the defenders continue to lose troops and horses, there are fewer and fewer people available.

This point is particularly profound as the thunder of the main general. Because the reserves available to him were constantly drawn to guard the city walls, and soon there were less than two hundred men left, and if he went any further, he was afraid that even he himself would have to run to the head of the city and shoot at the enemy under the city with bows and arrows.

"Quick, pour me all the oil and gold juice!" At the critical moment, you can only use this last big killer to retreat from the enemy first. Although they don't have many of these things prepared, I'm afraid it will be difficult to use them again in a short period of time after this use, but they can only take care of the present.

The sergeant, who had long wanted to use these weapons, heard this order and hurried into action. This time, instead of even using wooden spoons to pour fire oil, they simply wrapped the edge of the cauldron in cloth, and several of them lifted the iron pot filled with boiling liquid and poured the terrible stench of liquid down. After all, there were so many enemies surrounding the city at this time that the wooden spoon alone would not rush at all.

After these cauldrons of golden juice boiling oil were poured down, the effect was still quite obvious, and there was a terrible howl from below. Countless Mongolian people were splashed and rolled on the ground, knocking down many more. The Ming army took the opportunity to light the torch and threw it down, the fire was quickly lit, and the screams became louder.

In the face of such a large-scale attack, even the Mongolian people could not withstand it, so they quickly retreated in a panic. Seeing this, the spirit of the defenders in the city was even more uplifted, and the cheers also rang out.

But their cheers only rang out for a moment, and then they stopped abruptly. Because at this time, the horn of the Mongolian army sounded again, and those Mongolians who had just retreated actually rushed up like a tide again. In addition to killing more than 100 unlucky Mongolians, this killer move could not stop the enemy's offensive for a while!

Seeing all this, Lei Ming's face had turned pale. It seems that this time the Mongolian people are completely out of the way, and they will not be willing to rest if they don't knock down the deviant head in this attack.

"Dog Tartar, then come on, it's up to you to see who makes it to the end!" The thunder roared, and the sword was drawn in hand, and it also rushed to the head of the city.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the hearts of the little prince and those leaders were also dripping blood at this time. In this battle, too many soldiers died in the bias pass, which was far more difficult to deal with than they had estimated before, and it didn't look like a sign of the collapse of the army's morale.

However, by this time, there was no turning back. It's like a gambler who has already been on the table and lost a lot of chips, and only by continuing to gamble can he turn the page around, and they are already red-eyed!