"Boom!" The explosion continued to sound in the north, and the city wall on the north side of Helin was completely shrouded in billowing smoke, and no one knew how many explosive bags the southern barbarians threw at the city gate, but An Tong knew that even if he really dropped that iron gate, I am afraid that he would not be able to stop the southern barbarians from advancing, not to mention that even if the north gate could be defended, there would be Ming cavalry killed outside the south gate?

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"It's the end of the road, but that's it." An Tong's face had been smoked black, but the knife he was holding in his hand was still shiny.

Liu Bingzhong is dead, Ahma is missing, and the right prime minister in charge of the army, Atahai, should still be outside the city - at this time, the outer city gate that fell into the control of the Ming army has become a shackle to stop him, and only the city guard Ali Hague and several generals who followed him from the outer city before stood by An Tong's side.

Although Liu Bingzhong didn't say it, An Tong could clearly feel Liu Bingzhong's last remorse, they summoned so many tribes to come to defend Helin, it seemed that they were forcing Ba Ra not to act rashly, who knew that in the end, they dug a big hole for themselves. After the death of Kublai Khan, the various tribes with their own hearts actually became a plate of scattered sand, with Liu Bingzhong or An Tong, there was actually no way to control them, even if the Ming army did not come, these rabble might cause trouble at any time, giving Ba Ra a chance to take advantage of.

really dug a trap to let himself jump in, An Tong thought of this, and couldn't help but shake his head, he lived up to Kublai Khan's trust.

"Prime Minister, the southern barbarians' attack is too fierce, I'm afraid the north gate will not be able to defend it!" Ali Hague strode over, his body was covered with blood, "These southern barbarians came up and blew the city gate open, and the cavalry burst into the city, and our soldiers were caught off guard, and there were heavy casualties!" ”

An Tong nodded, the southern barbarian knew that there was an iron gate in the city that could fall, so it was reasonable to emphasize a quick battle when breaking the city: "Since the city wall cannot be relied upon, how long can it be supported?" ”

Ali Hague showed a look of embarrassment on his face: "I can't support it for too long, the last general has already sent someone to protect the little Khan, Queen Chabi and the great division to the east gate, dare to ask the prime minister to hurry up, the southern barbarian will soon break through the defense of the north gate, the city wall on the south gate is like tissue paper, it can't be supported at all, and the last general will desperately protect the khan, the queen, the national teacher and the prime minister to break through from the east gate!" ”

An Tong chuckled: "Break through, is it too late now?" ”

"I don't know, but I have to give it a try, my Great Mongolia can't just perish!" Ali Hague showed a resolute look on his face, although he knew that without Helin City, Kublai Khan's ministry would actually disappear, but if he could save the life of the little khan, it would be a good thing after all.

Although Kublai Khan had many heirs, there were few left. The eldest son, Prince Zhenjin, died of illness in Hanzhong; The second son, Son-in-law, was killed in the Battle of Tang Wu on the Western Front; The third son, Namhan, died in the Battle of Qinshui; The fourth son, Hu Gechi, was named the king of Yunnan, and led the remnants to retreat when the Ming Dynasty attacked Dali, and then disappeared and was suspected of dying between the Tubo Snow Mountains; The fifth son, Ai Yachi, was lost in the Battle of Liaodong and was suspected to have been killed in battle; The sixth son, Oduchi, was captured and is now imprisoned in Nanjing.

Therefore, now on the throne is Kublai Khan's eighth son, Kublai Khan's son Kuo Kuo Kuo Kuo Kuo Kuo Kuo

However, since it is Kuokuo who is now sitting in the position of the Great Khan, then An Tong and Ali Hague must try their best to save Kuokuo's life, and at least leave a trace of blood for the old Khan and leave a fire of resistance for the entire Mongolia.

Reaching out and patting Ali Hague's shoulder, An Tong said in a deep voice: "Okay! You leave now with the queen and the little khan. ”

Ali Hague was stunned for a moment: "Prime Minister, how do you say this?" Isn't the prime minister going to leave? ”

An Tong stretched out his hand to support the battlements, looked at the chaotic streets in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "When the first Khan drove his own expedition, he gave a certain important task to defend and Lin City, but now it was broken by the Southern Barbarians between Lin Cheng, and it was even at the point of danger, and he failed the heavy responsibility of the first Khan, and also failed the entrustment of the little Khan and the queen・・・・・・

After a pause, An Tong chuckled, as if everything in front of him had become indifferent: "What's more, if you want to break through, someone must attract the attention of the enemy, these cunning southern barbarians are not so easy to deceive, so you have to rely on someone." ”

"Prime Minister!" Ali Hague shouted, tears flashing in his eyes unconsciously, "Prime Minister, you don't have to be like this, it's not your sin to break with Lin Cheng!" Even if it is really a crime, we are all unforgivable sins, why should the prime minister bear it alone?! Now that Liu Xianggong has sacrificed his life for the country, if there is no more prime minister, how will I deal with myself in the future?! ”

An Tong turned around and patted Ali Hague's shoulder: "A certain is also selfish, how can you deal with a certain guest who can't control it, if a certain one is gone today, let this southern barbarian burn, kill, loot, and rob the savings and hard work of several generations of my Mongolian people in Helin City, then what kind of face do I have to meet the ancestors and ancestors of Great Mongolia?" So allow me to be selfish. ”

Before the words fell, An Tong looked at Ali Hague, turned around and walked towards the city gate, and with his greeting, the banner symbolizing the Mongolian Prime Minister slowly rose on the city gate, enough to attract the attention of everyone in the city. seemed to think of something, although An Tong didn't look back, but the words still floated over: "Good man, what kind of horse pee, shame!" ”

Ali Hague trembled, wiped away his tears fiercely, and Huo Ran looked back: "Brothers, go!" ”

The fire spread in the city, and the cavalry of the Ming army who entered from the south gate was not in a hurry to attack the royal city, but instead searched all over the city, especially the six yamen of the Mongolian Zhongshu Province were taken care of. An Tong, who was standing at the gate of the royal city, couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the Ming cavalry in the city as if they were in a no-man's land and the red dragon banner that was showing off his might.

At this time, where does he have the strength to lead his army down to the city to fight these damn southern barbarians?

"Prime Minister Qiqi, the north gate has been breached!" Timur, the commander of the thousand who had been following An Tong's side, rushed over quickly.

An Tong nodded, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and chuckled: "Timur, are you afraid of death?" ”

"Although my subordinates haven't experienced many battles, they still have the courage to fight with the Southern Barbarians!" Timur replied without hesitation, "Prime Minister, let your subordinates break off and escort the Prime Minister out of the city!" Even if his subordinates die, they have to keep the prime minister out, and it's too late if they don't leave now. ”

An Tong shook his head: "Let's not go, go to the main hall." ”

Timur was stunned for a moment: "Prime Minister? ”

"So I asked you, are you afraid of death?!" An Tong asked lightly, his gaze fell on the pillar of smoke rising in the distance, and the cavalry of the Southern Barbarians had obviously rushed into the royal city.

"Subordinates follow each other with death!" Timur solemnly bowed his hand.

An Tong smiled silently, turned around and walked towards the city.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves was dense like a storm, the banner of the word "Jiang" was waving in the wind, and Jiang Hao came with a team of cavalry.

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"Assault!" The horse lance in Tang Zhen's hand pointed forward sharply, and the cavalry of the Ming army rolled like a wave and rushed towards the camp of the Ba Rabu. And on the north side of the cavalry of the Shence Army, Zhang Jue gave the same order, and on his side, the cavalry of the Tianxiong Army also roared forward.

If there is a cavalry of the main army of the Ming Dynasty that is the most elite and powerful, I am afraid that there is no one who is out of the Divine Strategy Army and the right side of the Tianxiong Army except for the Praetorian Guard. In the land of Hexi ancient times, the cavalry of the Ming army, armed with horses in Hexi, was carefully trained and cooperated by these tribes with many excellent cavalry in the Western Regions, and soon had the strength to fight.

Cavalry warfare is not better than foot warfare, and there are relatively high requirements for the equestrian skills and physical strength of the soldiers, but for the current Ming army, the long-range firearms and crossbows, and the fine armor they wear are enough for them to make up for the gap between them and the Mongols.

What's more, those small tribes who returned to the Ming Dynasty, in order to get the identity of the Ming people and more support from the Ming Dynasty as soon as possible, so they all actively participated in the war, only this expedition had two thousand cavalry from various tribes in the team, and Zhang Jue and Tang Zhen also treated them equally when arranging the troops, so that these small tribes had more trust and recognition for the Ming Dynasty.

After the mighty Ming cavalry appeared from the west, it turned to attack from the northwest and southwest directions at the same time, and the west side was the most vulnerable side of the camp set up by the Ba Ra, and these two corners were equivalent to the support of the defense on the west side, as long as a breakthrough could be made here, the Ba Ra Department would naturally collapse on the whole line.

The sound of the trumpet was low but continuous, and the cavalry of the Eight Tribes of the brigade rushed out of the camp. The long battle on the battlefield made them quite tired, and at the same time, it actually gave these soldiers more experience in killing the enemy in battle, especially the ability to form a formation when the enemy attacked, which was not bad at all.

"These Southern Barbarians, they are really taking advantage of the fire to rob," Ba Ra couldn't help but sneer, "But since you're here, don't think about having good fruits to eat, let's beat these Southern Barbarians down first and then turn back to clean up Helin." ”

"No!" Several generals roared at the same time, urging their horses under their crotches.

A cavalryman of the Eight Tribes also began to speed up, and they fought out from the gate on the west side of the wall, and divided into two ways to attack the flanks of the north and south teams of the Ming army.

"General, let's do it!" A small tribal chief shouted, Daming mainly relied on the head of Xiang Shang to calculate military merits, and now these Eight Tribes cavalry have been sent to the door, so naturally there is no reason to cheap them.

"Good!" Tang Zhen nodded, "Be sure to stop them, the rest of the brothers, come with me!" ”

The flags danced, and on the vast grassland, teams of cavalry collided head-on, and immediately became tightly entangled, and the sounds of fighting and roaring came and went. One cavalry after another fell from their horses, one banner after another fell, blood stained the red and verdant blades of grass, and the figure of the war horse became less and less.

However, the momentum of the Ming cavalry charging forward was not reduced in the slightest.

The explosion sounded suddenly, and it turned out that after being impatient with the Mongols, the two Ming cavalrymen simply ignited the fire on their bodies and rushed into the Mongols' array, blasting several guards in front of the Eight Guards into pieces. The flesh and blood that exploded in the air flew and fell, smashing on the heads and bodies of Bara and others, but Bara did not dodge, but just looked coldly at the Ming cavalry who were getting closer and closer.

The surrounding Mongol cavalry was outnumbered and began to retreat slowly, and under the strong oppression of the Ming army, the cavalry of the Eight Tribes did not hold out for long. Compared with the Ming army, they have too many gaps in morale, quantity and equipment, and these are actually just gaps that suddenly appeared in just a few years, which determined their fate now. The rushing arrows and iron bullets made the charging Yarabu cavalry fall down one after another, and the cavalry behind looked at the robe that had died before fighting the enemy, and finally had no fighting spirit to continue to resist.

"These southern barbarians are really prickly." Bara raised his eyebrows, and before he could give the order, the explosion sounded again, but this time from the north, the smoke and dust were billowing and the flames were soaring, and it was obvious that the Ming cavalry had torn through the barrier of the Bara Department and rushed into the camp.

The walls of the Eight Tribes were fragile in front of thistles and explosives packets, like a layer of paper that could be easily pierced.

Not only this walled wall, but what is the difference between the Mongolian departments at this moment and the layer of window paper placed in front of the Ming army?

Bara sighed, and didn't care about the Ming cavalry that roared and rushed towards him around him, nor did he care about the "Tang" general flag that was getting closer and closer, but just concentrated on looking at the scenery in all directions.

There are distant mountains and clear water, and it is really a good place to bury bones.

"Ben Khan has been on the battlefield all his life, whether it is Haidu, Namuhan, or Kublai Khan, after all, no one can help me, who would have thought that today would still come to an end. Cangsheng blessed a certain person to go so close to Lin, but he still took a certain life, how cruel. Yara muttered, waving his hand, "You all run for your lives, leave me alone." ”

The surrounding guards glanced at each other and slowly raised the knives in their hands, but soon their figures were engulfed by the Ming army that poured up from their wine glasses.

Ya Ra chuckled, he didn't know what to say about these guards who protected him to the last moment, whether he felt guilty or emotional, he didn't have time at this time.

"Kublai Khan, I hope you are old and slow, and we can still meet!" Yara suddenly raised his head, laughed, and with a horizontal saber in his hand, blood splattered!

Tang Zhen grabbed the reins of the horse fiercely, looked at the Mongolian khan who was killing himself in front of him, waved his hand, and the surrounding Ming soldiers did not move forward. On the periphery of the battlefield, the cavalry of the Ming army, which had an absolute numerical advantage, felt more and more when they fought, and they broke through the camp, so they were now chasing the north.

"You're not a hero, but you're a hero, let's go." Tang Zhen looked at the eight who fell from the horse's back with wide eyes, and sighed, "Don't send it!" ”

On the grassland, the sound of killing gradually subsided, the flag of the Eight Rak fell down, and the cavalry of the Eight Rak Department no longer had the fighting spirit to resist. The long-term wandering and wandering had exhausted most of their stamina, and now that Yara had fallen, the sky in their hearts would naturally collapse with it.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Zhang Jue rode over with his personal guards, the general who actually led the Tianxiong Army when Gundam was ready to disarm at any time, with blood stains on his face, adding a bit of murderous aura to his steadyness. He glanced down at the corpse of Yara lying on the ground: "Yara is dead like this?" ”

"Dead." Tang Zhen snorted, "This guy made a mess of Hexi, Xingxing Gorge and the grassland, just for a Helin City, but I didn't expect it to be slow." He hesitated here for too long・・・・・・ and he took his own life. ”

Zhang Jue bowed slightly: "Let people bury it, it can be regarded as an opponent who once made us pay attention." As for his posthumous name, then we can't care about it, let those people who play with pen and ink worry about it. ”

Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes and didn't answer, but moved on to another topic: "Further on, it's Helin." ”

Speaking of Helin, Zhang Jue laughed: "I said Brother Tang, you don't have to think about it, those guys estimate that they will leave us a soup to drink at most, and they are willing to give us Ba Ra, which is already considered their mercy." ”

"Hah!" Tang Zhen nodded in agreement.

At sunset, the two generals looked at each other and smiled.