Having said that, but Ma Yan also made a major sacrifice, and now the main force of the land division has been trapped in the city of Karbala, surrounded by Mongolian iron cavalry outside the city, ready to crush the defenders in the city to powder, if there is any accident in the navy, then the land division will inevitably end up with the annihilation of the whole army. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It would be difficult to attract the main army of the opposing side if the land division and navy were to advance at the same time, and with the return artillery carried by the Mongols, the last army to defend the capital, similar to the Great Myojin Guard and the Praetorian Guard, it was completely possible to suppress the small number of artillery in the navy.

Therefore, it can be said that this division of troops is not only the best choice for Ma Yan and Zhang Gui, but also the only choice.

After all, their trip can only be said to succeed and not fail, otherwise it is very likely that the Ming Dynasty will collapse in the entire South Seas. Ma Yan and Zhang Gui, as the leading generals of the Nanyang side, certainly did not hope that Ye Yingwu would mobilize troops to launch a diversionary attack from the northwest or even the north—if all hopes of victory were pinned on actions that friendly forces did not necessarily take before marching to battle, then I am afraid that there was only one possibility of defeat.

Whether it is the desperate gamble of the 10,000-mile expedition or the current division of the army into two routes, in fact, Ma Yan and Zhang Gui still consider it from a single perspective in Nanyang, so they know very well that they have no possibility of losing this battle, and there is no way to retreat from failure.

Even if His Majesty could forgive Nanyang for the defeat caused by the small number of soldiers, they would not have the face to meet those soldiers who sacrificed for the land of Nanyang.

Even if it is a risk, even if it is desperate, Ma Yan and Zhang Gui must win this battle.

"Mongolian Tartars, after all, they can't sit still." Standing on the bow of the boat, Zhang Gui smiled slightly.

In the clairvoyance, it can be clearly seen that the smoke and dust are billowing on the shore, and more and more Mongolian cavalry are gathering in a panic, and they are waiting for this Ming fleet that is getting closer and closer to the capital.

And one of the heads of the capital hurriedly ran up: "General, these Mongolian Tatars have been following us, do you want to fire a lesson in the artillery?" ”

"Teach a fart!" Zhang Gui snorted, "Lao Tzu has already seen them here, just let them follow, Lao Tzu still doesn't believe that these cavalry can rush to the river." What's more, with these Mongol Tatars following, at least the old general's side may face fewer enemies, let's attract as many Mongol Tatar troops as possible, if we kill these Mongol Tatars all at once, who will dare to take care of us? ”

They all nodded, and the group of Mongol cavalry on the shore sped in this direction, shouting incessantly, but they didn't know what they were shouting about. Although the soldiers of the Ming army on the ship did not dare to fire the cannon without an order, it did not mean that they would only bask in the sun and watch the excitement, knowing that the Mongols must not have said good things about themselves, so these soldiers scolded back without hesitation.

Although the two sides abused each other across the river, Zhang Gui just smiled and shook his head, as long as he could continue to move forward with the fleet, then it would be useless to attract more Mongolian Tatar cavalry, not to mention that it was not a good thing to have more Mongolian Tatars on both sides of the river.

"For so many years, it was the Mongolian Tartar cavalry who led the enemy by the nose, and this is the first time I have seen someone lead by the nose." Zhang Gui sighed.

Feng Shui takes turns, originally in my house, but now it's finally your turn to taste the bitterness.

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Black smoke billowed the city of Karbala, and groups of Mongol cavalry rushed through the streets, but soon the arrows and bullets from the houses and alleys on both sides would kill them. Compared with the Mongol cavalry on horseback, the Ming infantry hiding in various parts of the city obviously had more advantages.

More importantly, the bows and crossbows and firearms in the hands of the Ming army were obviously easier to take advantage of.

"Quick, don't fall in love with the war, capture the north gate!" Zhang Quan raised his arms and shouted, and walked quickly through the corpse of a Mongolian cavalryman. And the soldiers of the Ming army followed behind him one after another, and a red dragon flag hunted and danced above Zhang Quan's head. Standing in the square on the north side of the Hussein Temple in the city, you can clearly see the east and west sides of the city gates, red flags and black chess pieces are constantly seeming, indicating that the Ming army has attacked near the city gate, and the soldiers and horses attacking north have been stopped for a lot of time because they encountered a group of Mongolian cavalry at the entrance of the square just now.

More Mongolian cavalry rushed out of the streets and alleys in a panic, quickly assembled, obviously the Ming army did not go out of the city from the south gate according to their plan, but turned around and snatched the entire city, which really surprised the Mongols, and what was even worse was that the Mongols who entered the city in the early stage, after handing over the task of chasing and killing the enemy to their companions who came behind, they all focused their attention on the houses where there was no one, and rushed into the houses one by one to snatch the gold and silver that they had no time to take away.

And those Mongol generals also turned a blind eye to this, and directly led their troops to the treasury, wanting to see what benefits the city of Karbala, which had changed hands again and again, could leave them with any benefits. So when the Ming army suddenly turned its head and killed, the Mongolian cavalry in the city can be said to be very embarrassed, only a Mongolian hundred-man team on the sentry line, just happened to be met by Zhang Quan, so it really took a little effort, and then the Mongolian cavalry encountered was either holding gold, silver and jewelry or disheveled, not to mention getting on the horse to meet the enemy, so it was naturally easily swept by the Ming army.

"Give Lao Tzu a firecracker!" Zhang Quan said with red eyes, casually throwing the saber that had been curled on the ground, while a soldier hurriedly handed him the loaded firecracker.

The sound of horses' hooves shook, and a Mongolian centurion with more than a dozen cavalry rushed over from the corner, and he was obviously startled when he saw this large number of Ming troops.

"Kill!" Zhang Quan and the Mongolian centurion roared almost at the same time, and without waiting for the Mongolian centurion to raise the saber in his hand, Zhang Quan had already taken two steps forward, and the fire gun in his hand trembled violently almost against the centurion's chest, and the iron bullet roared out, all of which pounced into the chest of the Mongolian centurion, and the iron bullet penetrated his body, beating the whole person directly into a sieve.

Later, the Ming army's crossbowmen and firecrackers also reacted, and the firebolts and divine arm crossbows in their hands roared at the same time, and a large number of Mongolian soldiers fell screaming, and the Ming cavalry and spearmen also killed out of the way of the sword and shield hands, and a horse lance and spear pierced into the chest of the Mongols, and this small Mongolian cavalry team was soon left behind by the Ming army that continued to roll forward.

The sound of artillery continued to echo outside the southern city gate, obviously the Mongolian army was attacking the Ming army position outside the city gate, the roaring artillery was not only the biggest reliance of the Ming soldiers, but also urging the Ming soldiers in the city, because everyone knew that when the artillery fire disappeared, if Karbala had not fallen into the hands of the Ming army, then what was waiting for everyone was only destruction.

"Brothers, kill, the North City Gate is ahead!" Zhang Quan kicked the Mongolian soldier who ran out in a hurry, and glanced at the guy who was still lifting his pants just now with disgust. Although this is his enemy, seeing himself fighting with such an enemy, Zhang Quan still does not hide his contempt.

The Mongol foot soldiers roared and rushed down the Shangcheng Trail, and it was clear that this Ming army that had fought their way out of the Mongol rebellion had also attracted their attention.

The soldiers of the Ming army in front of and behind Zhang Quanquan looked up at the north gate, which was not high, as long as the north gate was taken, the city of Karbala would fall into their control. Almost all of them burst out into a roar at this time, and these soldiers, who had run a distance from a city, were already a little tired, although their legs were like lead, and although they were covered in blood, their pace was getting faster and faster, and the blades in their hands were pointed straight at the enemy in front of them.

If there is hell, then the current city of Karbala can probably be called hell.

And if there are Yaksha and devils, then these soldiers of the Ming army who are covered in blood and step on corpses are probably these Yaksha and devils.

They were covered in blood, and they held high in their hands the red dragon banner that seemed to be dyed with blood, and everywhere they went, the red lotus karmic fire was burning!

At the same time, the sound of the cannon at the south gate finally died down.

Under the formation of vehicles surrounded by heavy vehicles, Ma Yan quietly looked at the Mongolian cavalry that was gathering in the distance, and the continuous artillery bombardment just now made the Mongolians pay a heavy price. However, there were no shells to squander, and the few remaining shells and explosives packs were piled directly around the artillery, ready to ignite and blow up the entire cannon at any time.

"All the artillery is taken care of?" Ma Yan looked back at a Ming brigade commander standing beside him.

"The general can rest assured, as long as there is any accident, it can be blown up at any time." The brigade commander nodded, of course, the advanced firearms of the Ming army artillery could not fall into the hands of the Mongols, otherwise the Hui people would definitely be able to imitate the ability to study and manufacture the Hui artillery, so they had to be extremely careful.

But this artillery ······ Of course, it's best not to blow it up, and everyone will go back from this Karbala city alive.

"Where's the city gate?" Ma Yan then asked, the reason why the south gate became the place where the Mongol cavalry assaulted was because the city gate had been blown up before.

The brigade commander glanced back with a worried look: "General, the city gate can't be blocked for a while, but we have collected a lot of stones and piled them behind the city gate, and we have also pulled the Mongolian Tartar Saimen knife cart over to the top, if the Mongolian Tartars advance with cavalry, although it will be difficult for us to hold on like defending the city, but it should still be possible to ······support it for a while."

"What the old man needs is your accurate answer." Ma Yan said lightly, but there was already a faint anger in his voice, which made the brigade commander of the Ming army shiver slightly.

The brigade commander immediately gritted his teeth and arched his hand: "General, don't worry, if these Mongolian Tartars want to rush into the city, they must first step over our corpses, although there are not many of us, but even if we all die here, we can block the Mongolian Tartars and buy time for the brothers in the city!" ”

Ma Yan was about to say something, but the tremor of the earth forced him to divert his attention.

A black frenzy poured down the hillside in the distance, rushing towards the south gate.

"The Mongolian Tatars are coming for real, they used to consume our shells and explosives packs, and I'm afraid that all the ones who came up were cannon fodder, and now they are coming ······" Ma Yan squinted slightly, looking at the rising billowing smoke, "I'm afraid it's not so easy to deal with." ”

The surrounding Ming soldiers were shocked, and at the same time looked sideways at the old general, who was undoubtedly the backbone of everyone. The wind swept away the blood-stained white beard of the horse, and the mottled color made the old general look even more solemn.

In the wind and sand, in the sound of killing, and in front of the smoke and dust that was getting closer and closer, Ma Yan stood quietly with his sword in this way, while the guards around him, as well as the crossbowmen and firecrackers of the Ming army, all held their breath, and turned their eyes one by one, facing the Mongolian cavalry who were getting closer and closer.

"Kill the Tartars!" Ma Yan Huo Ran drew his saber and pointed straight at the black frenzy in front of him.

The arrows and firearms roared at the same time, and the Mongol cavalry was not to be outdone. The arrows roared through the air, and the Mongol soldiers and Ming soldiers continued to scream and fall, but their vacancies were quickly filled by those who came up from behind.

The sound of breaking the sky continued, and the bright light of spears and swords shone into the eyes. The eyes of the soldiers of the Ming army above and below the city were all unmistakably firm, they didn't care about the situation in the city behind them, they just waited for their enemies to get closer and closer.

Perhaps no one knows when their best brother Paozawa will die in battle, let alone when they themselves will be buried in the battlefield, but they know that no matter who is standing next to them now, as long as the figure of the old general is still standing there, as long as the red flag is still dancing and fluttering, then they will fight bloodily, and they will fight to the death!

Thousands of miles of expeditions, breaking the enemy's important towns, destroying the enemy's sharp edge, and forcing the enemy's capital, such glory is already worthy of their pride and sacrifice.

"Kill!" A group of Mongolian cavalry rushed out from the flank of the car formation, and a Ming soldier roared, jumped on the cart suddenly, picked up the spear in his hand, and stabbed directly into the chest of the Mongolian cavalryman, the Mongolian cavalry grabbed the spear with both hands, roared, and snatched the spear from the head of the Ming army. And a sneer appeared on the corner of the Ming Jundu's mouth, obviously this scene had long been expected by him.

The Mongolian cavalry was stunned for a moment, and was about to grab the reins of the horse to control his war horse forward, but the Ming army, who had been bullied to the side of his horse, was quick to move, and pulled out the saber on his waist and slashed it off, the knife cut off the pulse on the neck of the war horse, and blood spurted out wildly.

And the war horse neighed, and slammed straight into the Saimen knife cart. The Mongolian cavalry fell to the ground, and before he could get up, he was hacked to death by the Ming soldiers.

Covered in blood, Du Du didn't look at the opponent who was left behind, and his cold gaze fell on the front in an instant, and several Mongolian cavalry were roaring forward.

"Kill!" They all roared and jumped up.

"Kill!" Countless roars erupted outside the south gate, and the soldiers of the Ming army roared forward.

And on the other side of the city, on the north gate, red flags rolled up, like a rolling iron stream. There was a muffled sound of the firearm in Zhang Quan's hand, and a Mongolian soldier standing at the head of the city screamed miserably, and was directly pushed down the city wall by the wind set off by the iron bullet. Several spearmen leaped forward and nailed several Mongol soldiers to the wall.

Zhang Quan did not hesitate at all, casually inserted the firearm into his belt and took over the flag. A Ming soldier had already swung his knife to cut off the Mongolian black flag, and Zhang Quan immediately inserted the red flag in his hand.

A red dragon flag danced in the wind, and the stubborn Mongolian soldiers on the north gate finally couldn't support it anymore and began to flee from the other side of the uptown trail.

"General, the north gate has been taken!" Above the south gate, a Ming soldier who had been staring at the north gate casually put down the clairvoyance in his hand, ran to the other side, and shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

But when he looked down, under the south gate, the Mongolian cavalry was like a black cloud pressed down deeply, and rows of Ming soldiers rushed into this flesh mill without fear. Even the flag was mixed with thousands of black and red flags, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

The explosion caused by the thistle terrestris pulled by the soldiers of the Ming army, the sound of bows and crossbows and firecrackers shooting, and the most primitive and wild killing sounds, the entire south gate was already in chaos.

And at this moment, a low horn sounded in the distance.

It's low, but it tugs at everyone's heartstrings.

Hearing this sudden and even disrupted the sound of the horn on the battlefield, the people who had been "dealing" with the Mongols for so long were stunned, and their hands trembled slightly and looked ahead, and unconsciously the corners of the eyes of this seven-foot man flashed.

Retreat, this is the clarion call for the retreat of the Mongol Tartars!

The Mongol Tatars are retreating!

Desperate to survive, but that's it.