The sudden appearance of the army made both the enemy and us stunned, but it was only a moment, and the sharp-eyed Tang Ming had already seen the Ming banner flying over the army from the telescope, and there was no need to guess that this must be the emperor leading the army to help. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The ecstatic Tang Ming suddenly raised the flintlock pistol in his hand and fired a shot into the air, and the sound of 'bump' echoed in the battlefield that suddenly quieted down, spreading far and wide.

"It's my Ming army that came to help, and the brothers followed me to overthrow these Tatar cavalry, and no one was allowed to let go." Tang Ming's voice choked by the black powder resounded throughout the battlefield, and the soldiers of the sharpshooter battalion who reacted quickly responded in an uproar, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and each column strode forward under the leadership of the squad leader.

Bullets poured on the Tatar cavalry on the opposite side as if they didn't want money. The arrival of the army to help the morale of the Sharpshooter Battalion was greatly boosted, and they swept away all obstacles in front of them with red and bloodthirsty eyes.

There was no suspense in the battle so far, and the Tatar cavalry had begun to show their fear after Tang Ming's army came to help. The momentum of not fearing death has plummeted for thousands of miles, but the momentum of the sharpshooter battalion has risen, and the success or failure between one increase and one decrease has long been doomed.

The defeat was like a mountain, the camp of the Tatar cavalry had gradually become chaotic, and the hideous faces were long gone, replaced by terrified and desperate faces. In the face of the resolute pace of the sharpshooter battalion, there were bullets pouring down like raindrops.

The Tatars began to be unable to withstand such pressure, and from the time the first soldier turned his horse's head and rushed back, it quickly spread over the entire cavalry position like a flood that burst the embankment. The cavalry that rushed back was slain by the general who pressed the formation, and the tossed head still had a face full of panic on its face.

The cavalry would rather turn their horses and run back to their positions to be beheaded by the general than face the rain of bullets. What's more, they had already jumped off their horses, knelt on the ground and surrendered, but unfortunately Tang Ming, who was red-eyed, directly ignored their existence, and the bullets of the sharpshooter battalion still penetrated into their bodies mercilessly, and the corpses fell as if they had been harvested by a wheat cutter in the blood splash.

The Tatar cavalry, which had always been elusive, had already begun to retreat when reinforcements appeared. It's a pity that Zhu Yong didn't want to let them go, and more than half of his 2,000 cavalry were killed and wounded by this group.

Zhu Yong, who was red-eyed, took the rest of the cavalry to bite the back of the Tatar cavalry's buttocks, and the long knife in his hand was like a divine help, and he actually saw blood with the knife. The Ming cavalry, which had been constantly suppressed from the beginning, also began to counterattack bravely, beating the water dogs to avenge the death of their comrades.

The majestic Zhu Di ordered the army to gradually shrink the encirclement in the laughter, and the Tatar stragglers who escaped from the sharpshooter camp were soon overwhelmed by the army that came to help.

The battlefield gradually calmed down, and black smoke billowed on the plains full of mourning. After this, there were less than 400 gunmen left in the Evil War Spear Battalion, and Tang Ming's eighty guards were less than 20 left.

Zhu Yong's cavalry battalion suffered heavy losses, with less than 500 of the 2,000 cavalry left, and such heavy casualties made everyone lose the smiles on their faces after winning the victory.

More than 8,000 Tatar cavalry were crushed by Zhu Di's army, and none of them were spared, leaving no one alive. Along with the mysterious cavalry that has always been elusive, it is also under the blade of the army.

There were broken arms everywhere, and all the corpses could hardly see a complete body, Tang Ming's arm was shot by a stray arrow, I don't know if it was due to excessive blood loss or numbness, Tang Ming's arm no longer had any feeling, and hung softly beside him.

The soldiers of the sharpshooter battalion were already rummaging for their comrades in the corpse mountain, and Tang Ming wanted to go up to help, but he was carried back by four guards to recuperate. Li Dazhui and Zhu Yong were not spared, and they also had many colors on their bodies, especially Zhu Yong's face was rubbed by a blade, and a terrifying scar extended from the root of his ear to his chin.

Zhu Di didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he immediately ordered the army to continue to move forward, and the goal was to go straight to the city of Huerhot. The injured Zhu Yong, Li Dazhui and Tang Ming also set off with the army, and on the huge dragon pan, the three of them stood upright, and an old imperial doctor with a gray beard was bandaging the wounds of the three of them.

Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao sat firmly on the side and stared at the three of them, with a smile on their faces showing that Zhu Di was happy in his heart at the moment.

"Weihaihou, you have contributed a lot to the victory of this battle, for the sake of your injury, whatever reward you want, I will be satisfied with you." Zhu Di has suffered a lot after nearly a month of depression, and at this moment he can finally relax the depression in his heart, and he feels very happy.

Tang Ming couldn't help but smash a punch on Zhu Di's smiling face, turned his head to look at Li Dazhui and Zhu Yong, and saw that both of them were seriously injured, and after some hesitation, he suddenly said: "Weichen only has one wish, and I hope the emperor can agree?" ”

"Listen to it."

After this battle, Weichen witnessed the cruelty of the war, and the so-called fate is as cheap as grass Weichen has a personal experience. Wechen has been taught by his teacher since he was a child, and he should not regard human life as a mustard, and he can't see the dead and even the living Ming Hao's son Lang died tragically in front of him, so Wechen begged the emperor to allow Weichen to return to Nanjing, and the two wounded people around him also went with me. ”

After thinking for a moment, he looked at the three seriously injured people in front of him, knowing that he would not be able to fight if he stayed on the battlefield. Thinking of this, Zhu Di glanced at Yao Guangxiao beside him, and when he saw that he nodded slightly, he agreed to Tang Ming's request.

Zhu Di has always been a resolute person, once he agreed to Tang Ming's request, he immediately sent 500 cavalry, along with all the wounded of the sharpshooter battalion, to accompany Tang Ming back to Nanjing. Tang Ming sat in the carriage, leaning back on the carriage and looking at the back of the army, Tang Ming ordered to set off back to Nanjing.

When they came, they were all alive, but when they returned, they were all wounded all over the team, and Tang Ming felt a little emotional.

Zhu Yong woke up and learned that the army was going back to Nanjing, and muttered dissatisfaction about his military exploits, and was kicked hard by Tang Ming and taught a lesson.

"We fought a beautiful victory this time, why are you unhappy, but depressed?" Li Dazhui couldn't see Tang Ming's smiling face, and he couldn't help but wonder.

Although more than half of the sharpshooter battalion was killed and wounded in this battle, it finally defeated the Tatar cavalry, and the emperor also rewarded all the soldiers who participated in the battle, and he and Zhu Yong were promoted to the next level. Tang Ming also received a Nanjing City Marquis Mansion as he wished, and there were thousands of acres of fertile land in the suburbs, so everyone should be happy. But at this moment, Li Dazhui saw Tang Ming's sad face and did not see a trace of his happy expression. (To be continued.) )