There are changes in the previous chapters, and the protagonist will also go to Nanjing. Please don't spray it when you see it.

These dozens of Ming soldiers were all wearing robes and hats, and many people were holding improvised umbrellas, and the rainproof measures were in place.

Due to the heavy rain outside, it was impossible for the grenade unit of the Ming army to throw the grenade as soon as it was lit as it did on a sunny day, and it was very likely that the fire breaker or fuse would not explode due to the fire break or fuse, resulting in a huge waste of grenades.

They had to devise a set of strict waterproofing measures, specifically, in teams of two, one wearing a coat and hat as a bombardier, and the other holding an umbrella to waterproof him and holding a fire breaker to guard him. The bombardier placed the grenade in his hand on the fire breaker and lit it, and instead of throwing it immediately, he stopped for a second or two and threw it with all his might, so that the grenade would explode above the Uighurs' heads and would not fail if it fell into the muddy water.

This operation has a certain degree of danger, and the recruits may not be able to withstand this psychological pressure, so when Li Mian selected bombardiers, he specially selected a group of veterans of the firearms battalion who had fought for several years, and they were more familiar with firearms than their wives, how long the fuse could burn, and when it should be thrown out.

"Please rest assured, general, from this day forward, the Uighurs will firmly remember our firearms battalion!" A leading Qianhu stood up and bowed to Li Mian, and replied impassionedly.

"Good! Lao Tzu is waiting to drink your celebratory wine! Go ahead! Li Mian was greatly moved when he heard this, waved his hand, and ordered loudly.

"Brethren, come with me!" This Ming army Qianhu didn't bother to say goodbye to Li Mian, took all the guys on his body, and then led the brothers out of the tent, the men in the army are all rough lines, and no one will take these false courtesies to heart.

Although the rain outside had weakened, it was still falling, and all the bombardiers of the Ming army were in position, and under the cover of the shield soldiers, they began to methodically pull out the fire folds, then light the grenades, and then after standing still for a while, the brush floor was thrown out neatly.

The Uighurs, who were fighting, realized that it would be a great nightmare when they saw this strangely dressed Ming army at first, and when they knew that the jars and jars they had thrown exploded on their heads.

Although some grenades were dumb due to the wet weather, some fell into the muddy water and were extinguished because the bombers were too cowardly, and some happened to be doused by the rain when they flew into the air, many grenades managed to fly above the heads of the Uighurs and explode in the air.

Although the force of the explosion was not great, the sharp pieces of iron contained in it flew in all directions and plunged directly into the eyes and scalps of many Uighur soldiers, causing them to hold their heads, cover their eyes, and scream and fall to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

"Quick! Shoot the arrows! Shoot the man in the cloak behind them! The Uighur warriors were astonished at this and immediately brandished their swords and commanded the Uighur archers to fire arrows at the Ming bombardiers.

"Whoosh!" A row of sharp arrows struck, but it was the Ming archers who made the first move, they were all well-trained veterans, and the enemy knew what they were going to pull as soon as they pouted their butts, and when they saw that the Uighur archers began to aim at the bombardiers on their side, they immediately released rows of arrows at the Uighur army on the opposite side without waiting for the commander's order.

"Ahh There were a few screams on the ground, and the Uighur archers were put down in pieces, and some of them had just filled their bows and arrows and were about to shoot, but they were sent to the western sky by the bows and arrows from the opposite side, and with a shake of their hands, the arrows were shot into the sky.

However, the Uighur archers were battle-hardened, and bloodshed was a common occurrence for them, and many of them shot their arrows despite the great pressure.

Rows of sharp arrows cut through the raindrops and headed straight for the bombardiers of the Ming army. "Dangdang!" There were a few crisp sounds, and the iron shield at the front of the Ming army blocked most of the arrows, but there were still many arrows that shot into the rear of the Ming army through the iron shield.

"Whew!" There was a sound of arrows shooting through the armor of the Ming army into the body, and a bombardier of the Ming army fell to the ground in response, and what was even more terrifying was that the grenade in his hand had just been lit and had not been thrown out, as he fell to the ground, the rain did not wet the fuse, and the fuse was still blazing.

Seeing this scene, this comrade-in-arms next to the Ming army immediately went up and stepped the grenade into the muddy water, which avoided an accident.

Under the blow of the Ming army's bombardiers, the forward battalion of the Uighur army was in disarray, and they were already exhausted, but after the blow of the thunder overhead, the army's morale suddenly collapsed, first the formation was chaotic, the attack was no longer neat, and then many people began to retreat backwards, in order to get a 1 in 10,000 chance to escape.

"Don't quit! Success or failure in this move, give me a top! If we take the head of Zhu Ao'er, we will win! The Golden Knife Horse shouted with his broadsword and cursed angrily, but he could not stop the confusion of the Uighur forward battalion.

There was no way, this golden sword horse could only personally lead people into battle, in order to stabilize his position and boost morale with his bravery.

"Don't retreat! You are Uighur warriors, and you must be worthy of the name of warriors! The Golden Knife Horse personally cut off the head of a retreating Ten-Commander, and carried the bloody head around the army.

Zhu Ao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he noticed the golden sword horse that rushed to the front, he was too impressed by this person, not only seized his sword, but also tortured and killed his subordinates, this revenge is not avenged, how can this king get mixed up in the northwest area!

Then he pulled his hard bow, mounted an elaborate sharp arrow, and then "squeaked" the hard bow into the shape of a full moon, like a fierce tiger, staring at the golden knife horse in front of him, looking for a hole in their defense. The rain fell on the arrow, forming many droplets.

Eventually, Zhu noticed that the sword and shield soldiers responsible for covering the Uighur army had a small loophole due to the frenzied oppression of the Ming army, exposing the upper body of the golden sword and horse.

Now is the time!

"Whoosh!" With a thud, as Zhu Ao let go of his hand, the sharp arrow shook off the water droplets on his body and burst out of the air, like a bolt of lightning, through the hole of the Uighur saber and shield soldiers, and shot straight into the neck of the golden sword horse.

"Whew!" With a thud of the ground, a stream of blood poured out of the neck of the golden knife colt, spilled in the rain, washed into the ground, and mixed with the sludge on the ground, and could not be distinguished.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang on the ground, and the huge body of the golden knife fell to the muddy ground, splashing more than three feet of muddy water, which fell again, on his face, and into his eyes that flashed with unwilling eyes.

"Pony! Bridegroom! The Uighurs were even more frightened, how difficult this arrow was, I am afraid that their Uighur Jebe would not be able to do it, it seems that there are really many capable people in the Ming Dynasty, and it is really unwise to choose to fight them.

Without the urging of the golden swords and horses, the soldiers of the forward battalion of the Uighur army were scattered at once, and everyone had no mind to fight, but only wanted to run backwards, fighting for a chance of 1 in 10,000 to escape. Just like their golden knife horses.

At this moment, a thunderous noise sounded in the tent of the Ming army's camp, and then huge lead bullets and raindrops fell on the heads of the Uighurs.

A Uighur commander was fighting and retreating, when suddenly, a seven-pound iron ball fell from the sky and smashed his head to pieces, splashing his brains everywhere and splashing them on the bodies of the soldiers around him, which was very disgusting.

The Uighur commander didn't snort, and fell straight into the muddy water on the ground, his whole face buried in the dirt.

This is the artillery of the Ming army in power, although the cannon can not be put out for use on rainy days, but can be put in the tent to fight the enemy, some gunpowder that is not properly stored may fail due to the humid weather, but the dry gunpowder properly stored by the Ming army is enough to last a round of shooting.

One round is enough. The Uighurs did not want to fight, but now they saw that the artillery of the Ming army was beginning to exert their might and their own flanks were surrounded, and countless Ming troops were regrouping and killing them. These people are all soldiers of the Ming army that they once repulsed, and they are killed again at this time, with a kind of revenge and a shameful mentality, and they are extremely brave.

The front was just over, the flanks were in danger again, and from time to time lead bullets and grenades were falling from the overhead, this battle really couldn't be fought. The Uighur forward battalion was thus defeated, and a chaotic rout was made.

Defeat is like a mountain!

The tens of thousands of soldiers of the forward battalion of the Uighur army no longer paid attention to formation and alternate cover for retreat, but fled on their own, for fear of being left behind by their teammates, which became a number in the Ming army's military merit book.

Many unkind Uighurs threw away their weapons, thinking that they couldn't run fast with them, and that they were really losing their armor.

In contrast, the Ming army was highly demoralized and fought to be the first, attacking on all fronts to pursue the Uighurs, turning the war into a massacre.

"Kill! If the movement is slow, the head is someone else's! "A Ming soldier gave up his command position and led a few of his own soldiers to personally hunt down the Uighur army, which had become like a flock of sheep running wild.

"Whew!" With a bang, the Ming army slashed to death a Uighur army who was desperately running from behind, and continued to chase forward with his sword. The slaves who followed him skillfully cut off the Uighur's head and placed it on his body as a proof of merit for his master.

"Run! Come on! "The three Uighurs, who had already thrown away their weapons, scrambled for their lives, and behind them were the fierce Ming army, whose favorite thing now was to cut off the heads of their own men.

Although cutting off the head at this time delays the time of pursuit, but the head is the most important evidence for the soldiers to repay their merits, and the soldiers have worked hard for such a long time, just for these things, as the prince Zhu Ao can bear to deprive him, just keep urging the team to pursue forward.

One of the three fleeing Uighurs was not worried about what was going on, so he turned his head to look at it, not wanting an arrow to fly and hit the soldier in the forehead. The soldier immediately fell, slamming heavily to the ground and tripping over another of his companions.

"Boom!" With a thud, the tripping Uighur soldier immediately got up and tried to keep running, not wanting to be kicked in the back at this time. The Uighur soldier knew what was happening, and he mustered up the courage to look behind him, and sure enough, it was a fierce Ming pikeman staring at him.

That look was as if he had seen mountains of gold and silver. The Uighur soldier was so frightened that he lost half of his soul, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground, unable to stand up, but only moved backwards with his hands on his body, his lips trembling, as if to say, "Don't kill me, don't kill me......

However, it is useless to say anything now, the spearman of the Ming army is not a good man and a woman, he is also a member of the Uighur army camp that once followed Zhu Ao to attack the Uighur army, and he luckily picked up a life and came back, so naturally he will not sympathize with the Uighur army, besides, he is still waiting to repay the merit with the head of this Uighur army? How could he be spared?

"Whew!" There was a sound of spears entering the flesh, and the Ming pikemen cleanly dealt with the Uighur soldier.

Zhu Ao constantly moved the command position forward, so as to urge the soldiers to rush and kill bravely. When he walked up to the corpse of the golden sword horse, Zhu Ao temporarily stopped his steps, looked at the defeated subordinate who had been extremely arrogant with a contemptuous look, and then swept his eyes to his waist again.

Zhu Ao's guards have followed him for many years, and they know what the prince is thinking with just one look? Immediately bent down, took back the sword that originally belonged to Zhu Ao from the waist of the golden sword, held it in both hands and handed it to Zhu Ao, and said respectfully: "Lord Wang, your sword." It's a pity that it was soiled by this old boy. ”

Zhu Ao smiled slightly, looked at the sensible guard, and showed an approving look in his eyes, this kid has a future, the leader knows what the leader wants before he speaks, grabbed the sword in one hand, and said to the guard: "He is not worthy of using this sword." ”

He then led his guards to pursue the remnants of the retreating Uighur army.

The war turned into a massacre, and the Uighurs made a big gamble to win the war, that is, to take Zhu Hao's head in a daze, but unfortunately they lost.

Numerous forward battalions of soldiers scattered backwards, scattering the Uighur army's rear troops, which had been fairly neat, but the great general Borhu repeatedly stopped them to no avail.

Because at this time, the soldiers of the rear of the Uighur army also played their minds, looking at the bird-like appearance of the forward battalion, this battle must have been lost, and they had no strength to launch the next attack. And losing this battle means that they have lost the entire war, because they have no food and grass, and the Ming army can starve them to death even if they are hungry.

Rather than being starved to death, or killed by the Ming army, it is better to take advantage of this time to flee for your life. Many of the Uighur armies in the rear also began to break away from their fighting positions and flee westward.

The fastest spread in the world was not the virus, nor the news, but panic, and the panic of the defeat spread like a ghost to the entire Uighur army. They didn't have time to think carefully, and they also turned around and ran away with the brigade, for fear that they would become the cannon fodder covering the retreat of others.

At this time, who is still in charge, first run for their lives, and then say, these people shouted as they ran: "The army is defeated!" Defeated! "Accelerated the spread of panic.

In an instant, the army of hundreds of thousands of Uighurs collapsed in panic, and they no longer had order, no longer command, but retreated westward like sheep without a belonging.

The military is a wonderful organization, and once people are in it, it is easy for people to lose their sense of self and become blindly following the crowd. At this time, it was not that no one thought of organizing a defense to resist the attack of the Ming army, and then slowly retreated on their side. But seeing that his companions are retreating backwards like a tide, no one wants to be the lone hero, who can follow his teammates to retreat, in order to outrun his teammates and gain life.

The Uighur general Bor was furious but helpless, and he organized three attacks with the few troops he still had at his disposal, but they were all broken by the Ming army. The Ming army won three battles and three victories, and its morale was even stronger, and it really became a soldier who wantonly slashed and killed the Uighur army like a tiger driving sheep.

Borhu's rout was different from the rout in which Zhu Ao pretended to be the Hami army, and Zhu Ao was able to organize the team to slowly retreat In addition to the quality of the Ming army, the biggest reason was that the number was not large. There were so many thousands of people who rushed in, and they could all see what the prince was doing, so it was very easy for Zhu Ao to stabilize the morale of the army.

And this Borhu commanded more than 100,000 Uighur troops, and there were too many of them, and there were great difficulties, and the defeat of the vanguard, coupled with the shouting of some people, could easily cause the rout of the whole army. Under these circumstances, Borhu was unable to control these hundreds of thousands of troops, and could only control a small number of troops around him, so he could not prevent the Uighur army from falling out for thousands of miles.

Zhang Shicheng's defeat of the Yuan army under Gaoyou City is this reason.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, the guards around Borhu hurriedly grabbed Borhu's arm and said, "General, let's go." It's too late. ”

Bor suddenly looked at the Uighur army running around the mountains, and his heart was infinitely sad, not long ago, they were arrogant and wanted to establish immortal feats, and in less than a day, they had gone from a stern and orderly army to a herd of unorganized sheep.

Although the rain has weakened, it will still make people feel a chill when it falls on people's bodies, but Bolhu's heart at this time is more sad than the scene outside, raising his old eyes with infinite melancholy, and finally looking at this miserable battlefield, he sighed helplessly, and said to the guards beside him: "Withdraw." ”

Immediately, under the protection of a group of guards, he began to retreat to the west, and it was only now that the general of the Uighur army, Borhu, found that even retreating was not an easy task, because the disrupted Uighur army had blocked the way to retreat, and people would not care about anything at the moment of escape, no matter what kind of general or prime minister you were, even if the Uighur Khan's black son of fire came in person, it would not be easy to do it, at this time, who cares about whom.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! This is the general's frame! The Uighur general Borhu's guards began to clear the way for him with their swords, and when they encountered a dead-brained man who refused to give way, they slashed him to death, and then walked over his corpse.

In ancient times, the people still had a strong fear of officials, especially officials of Borhu's level, so although many of the Uighur routs were hacked to death by their own people, out of long-standing fear of the general, none of them dared to resist, but just tried to run to other places to not prevent the general from making a strategic retreat.

Bol suddenly passed by the trench dug before, and when he saw the scene inside, he almost vomited blood on the spot, the trench had basically been filled, and he was filled with the corpses of one Uighur soldier after another, these people ran to the opposite side of the trench and couldn't pass, and they didn't want to jump down to step on their feet, but the buddies who were eager to flee behind didn't let them, and directly kicked down or squeezed down, using these living people to fill in a way for themselves to escape.

"General, the Ming army is catching up! Let's go! Seeing the wolf-like Ming army not far away, and his own general was still stunned here, he couldn't help but feel anxious, and shouted by pulling Bolhu's sleeve.

"Old thief! Where to go? Dismount and surrender! The commander of the Ming army who led the pursuit made Wang Huchen see that Bolhu's banner armor and guards were different, and he expected that it was a big fish, and the credit in his hand could not be wasted, so he immediately roared to deter the nearby Uighur army, and by the way, he raised the morale of his own soldiers, and then rushed over with his own soldiers.

"Hurry up, hurry!" When Boer suddenly saw Wang Huchen's appearance, he couldn't wait to eat himself alive, and he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he hurriedly urged his guards to move forward.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Borhu's guards were also anxious, if the Ming army's army caught up, they had no choice but to die in battle, so at this time, they couldn't take care of the friendship of the robe, and they drew their sharp machetes one after another, slashing at the friendly troops in front.

In the midst of this lightning and flint, more than a dozen Uighur soldiers were cut down, this is too much, everyone is just trying to flee for their lives, your lives are lives, our lives are not lives?

The rout of the Uighur army began to feel emotional, and who would recognize you as a great general at the moment of life and death, a hot-tempered Uighur soldier was very unconvinced after being kicked by Borhu's guard, and turned his head to glare fiercely at the guard who kicked him, his eyes full of malice.

Unexpectedly, the guard was even more vicious, and after seeing the soldier's eyes, he didn't talk nonsense to him, and went up and cut off his head with a knife.