Woowoowoooo......oo The sound of trumpets echoed leisurely in the sky, the rumbling hooves shook the grassland, and the smoke and dust swept into the sky like a sandstorm.

Looking back, more than 37,000 Junggar allied troops were loosely lined up in a battle line about two miles wide, calmly waiting for the arrival of the allied troops of the steppe headquarters on this prepared battlefield.

On the right, less than five miles away from the Junggar coalition army, there was a troop of about 10,000 people, holding the brightly colored dragon flag of the Ming Regiment. He was slowly moving forward unhurriedly. Eventually, it stopped in front of a gentle hill parallel to the Dzungar coalition forces.

"Okay, let's go with the old man to greet His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty." Ah Ra squinted his eyes and looked at this Ming army with clear flag armor for a long time, and then he commanded in a deep voice, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, released the reins, and let the mount on his body raise its hooves in the direction of the Ming army and galloped away.

And a tribal leader behind him couldn't help but whisper: "Why did the emperor of the Ming Dynasty come with only such a small number of troops, could it be that he thought that with his little men and horses, he could help our Dzungar department?" ”

"Who knows, maybe, when the time comes, when the war starts, they will slip away faster than anyone else." The other person curled the corners of his mouth contemptuously, raised the whip in his hand, and slammed it on the mount under him, and the war horse neighed, and instantly increased its speed, chasing after Na Ara's and the others.

Not to mention the others, even Ah Ra also has such doubts in his heart. In his eyes, the combat effectiveness of the Ming army's army is really not a grade compared with the warriors on the grassland, in the past, if it wasn't for the Yang Hong's support, the Xuanfu important land would have been owned by the grassland, and then, the king of Saikan was defeated in the Dushikou Fort, in the eyes of Ala, it was not because of his own ventilation, otherwise, I am afraid that His Majesty the Emperor would not even know when his own border fortress was lost.

Although Ah Ra admired Zhu Qizhen's style and courage very much, he would never think that Zhu Qizhen, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty who used to even ride horses and learned on the prairie, would have any blockbuster moves in military affairs.

After all, military affairs are not as simple as inviting guests to dinner, and it is impossible to read two pages of the Han family's military book and think that he can sweep the desert with more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, and Zhu Qizhen is tough and good at trickery, how can he easily put himself in danger?

-------------------- and it is precisely for this reason that Ah Ra did not have much emotional change, nor did he listen to the complaints of those subordinates, but waited for the Ming army to stop, and then rode his horse to greet him, he not only went to greet His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but he also wanted to figure out one thing, what hole cards Zhu Qizhen still had not played, how could he only use more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, in an extremely arrogant posture, to read a corner of the battlefield.

"Your Majesty, a small army has come over, it seems to be Ara, and the leaders of those Dzungar tribes." Yang Jun moved the binoculars, turned around, and said to Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting cross-legged on the pony, leisurely pulling up a grass stalk, chewing it in his mouth, and seemed to taste the bitter and fragrant juice.

"Let them come, they are this place, I have come to their territory as a guest, and they should indeed come to greet them." Zhu Qizhen spit out the grass stalk in his mouth, stood up again, looked in the direction that Yang Jun was pointing at, and saw the horse team that was galloping, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly. Thinking of the several meetings with Ah Ra in the past, and thinking of the time when he fled the grassland, Ah Ra trapped himself so that he had almost no way to escape, almost desperate, if it wasn't for Yang Xin and others leading the army to arrive in time, maybe his legendary journey home at that time would have become a laughing stock that countless grassland people despise.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva, showing a bit of stupidity on his face. "Old thing, let's finally meet again."

Gradually, Ah Ra, who originally had a stern expression, looked at the Ming army that could already see the appearance and armor clearly, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, except for the five thousand Ming cavalry that was no different from the Ming army troops seen in the past, the elite of the Ming army who were guarded by the five thousand scattered cavalry in the middle were obviously very different from those cavalry.

At least, the clothes and armor on their bodies, as well as the guns that the soldiers held in their hands or carried on their shoulders, also seemed to have a great change from the equipment of the Ming army in the past, and the dozens of slender and dark artillery, although they looked so slender than the Ming artillery in the past, but I don't know why, Ah Ra always felt that those slender artillery pieces that were different from the usual were more like cheetahs with black skins, which seemed to reveal a more hideous killing intent.

And all the leaders and generals of the Dzungar Department who came to greet His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty with Ah Ra were also heartbroken, the 6,000 Ming soldiers who were guarded in the center, their team was as neat as if they had been sharpened with knives and axes, and on their faces full of fierceness and fighting spirit, there were a pair of eyes that looked extremely proud and full of cold murderous intent.

Not a single one spoke, not even a single coughed, and the silence of the six thousand was as silent as a large group of stone sculptures, except for the occasional hoofing of warhorses or the neighing of their tails.

So many people, there is not even a trace of voice, under the top of the iron helmet, there are clearly vivid human faces, such a contrast, so that the hearts of these grassland heroes can't help but mention, subconsciously tighten the reins of the mount under them, for fear that their own or the horse's movements are too big, which will trigger the silent palpitating Ming army's reaction.

Although these are just their worries, the feeling of being choked by the throat and breathless is very real.

"Who trained this elite?" Ah Ra took a deep breath, and then exhaled vigorously, as if otherwise, he couldn't get rid of the heavy oppressive force that he brought to his heart when he saw the Ming army in front of him.

At this time, the central part of the Ming army, which was originally silent and motionless, issued a shouting order, and then, I saw those Ming soldiers who had originally sealed the front tightly and seamlessly, suddenly moving quickly and orderly to both sides, but after a few breaths, a passage about a few zhang wide and about ten zhang deep appeared in front of the leaders of the Dzungar tribes such as Ala, who was only a hundred steps away from the Ming army.

Except for the rapid and neat footsteps and the collision of clothes and armor, there was still no other noise, and the action was so rapid and orderly that Ah Ra and the others couldn't help but take a deep breath again.

"In the past, it was said that King Yang's pro-army elite didn't have such skills." An elderly tribal leader couldn't help but let out such a low sigh and emotion. His words also made the companions around him who were originally full of unruly faces can't help but subconsciously bow their heads in agreement.

And at this time, from between the passages that suddenly appeared in this strict division, a team of horses slowly galloped out, the tall and burly leader was dressed in bright yellow armor, and slowly walked towards the sun, and the sunlight reflected on those bright armor pieces looked so brilliant and dazzling, so that Ah Ra and the others couldn't help but tighten their eyes, trying to see each other's faces clearly.

"Old General Ara, in the past, I said goodbye to the grassland, I thought that you and I would never see each other again, but I don't want to, when I set foot on the grassland again, I actually met the old man again, it is really impermanent......" It was Zhu Qizhen who was wearing bright yellow armor, and he rode until he was only five zhang away from Na Ra, and Zhu Qizhen stopped his mount and laughed loudly.

Avoiding the sunlight reflected by the armor, Ah Ra finally saw the face of the person who came, the face that still looked young and heroic, and the familiar, indifferent smile on the face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, but now Zhu Qizhen's gaze is sharper than in the past, as if he can look directly at people's hearts with just one glance. Just one glance makes people feel a trance and urge to burn their eyes and want to hang their heads to avoid it.

Dressed in bright yellow armor, it looks luxurious and majestic, but what is more prominent is arrogance and arrogance. Although it was very much like an obvious and outrageous target, which made people feel the urge to rush up and beat him, Ah Ra knew very well that the dozens of knights who were standing on the side of Zhu Qizhen were wrapped in iron armor, holding a strange style in their hands, without a lead and letter incense, and their cold and vigilant gaze, those knights who had never left themselves and the leaders of the tribes behind them were definitely the elite of the elite of the Ming army.

Although Ah Ra didn't understand how such a strange and novel firearm could be fired, he could see from the eyes of those Ming soldiers that they cherished the strange firearm in their hands and trusted the weapons in their hands very much. I'm afraid that if there is a slight change on my side, I'm afraid that those fire guns will mercilessly shoot out deadly flames and white smoke.

Perhaps seeing the doubts in the eyes of Ah Ra and the others, Zhu Qizhen smiled, raised his hand to take a firearm from the hand of the pro-army knight beside him, and then aimed sideways at a bush about a hundred paces away, and then pulled the trigger, the hammer lost resistance, and in an instant, it smashed towards the piece of iron in front of him, and the tunnel stone where the tip of the hammer was attached collapsed into a cluster of sparks that were almost invisible in the sunlight under the friction with the iron piece.

The spark sprayed on the primer that had already been prepared in the medicine pool, and there was a sound in an instant, and then, the body of the gun fell backwards, and the snatch hit the armor on Zhu Qizhen's shoulder, and the slender barrel mouth spewed out a pale white light smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the bushes of about 100 steps suddenly exploded, and the flying branches and residual leaves rose into the air, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene and hearing the roar of this musket, the hearts of Ah Ra and the others seemed to stop beating in an instant, until Zhu Qizhen slowly put away the gun with a satisfied smile, and they seemed to have resumed their breathing.

-------------------- grunted, Ah Ra swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his eyes fell directly on the bushes that were a hundred steps away, the bushes that had been blown up by a shot, and finally turned his gaze back, and landed on the fire gun that Zhu Qizhen continued to fiddle with in his hand with a smile.

"Your Majesty, this is ......" Ah Ra's voice was like a pheasant whose neck had been cut until it was broken, and his eyes couldn't be bigger. Zhu Qizhen's chic and crisp movements, as well as that short moment of aiming, from the time he raised the gun to the time he fired, it was at most the time of three fingers, not even yet.

Of course, Ara, who has fought with the Ming army for I don't know how many times, knows very well that in the past, if the soldiers of the Ming army wanted to shoot the firecracker, they had to at least blow the letter incense first, and then point it on the lead of the firecracker.

The swiftness of this firing alone had already made the hearts of Na Lara and the tribal leaders feel a strong shock, and their eyes couldn't help but once again be on the fire guns in the hands of those Ming soldiers who were solemnly lined up.

"This is my Ming Dynasty new style firecracker, oh, it can't be called a firecracker, it should be called a musket, this kind of firearm, from loading, to shooting, the time it takes is about one-third of the past firecracker, or even less. Hehe, therefore, I named it the Orthodox Musket, and in the near future, the army of the Ming Dynasty will be fully equipped with such standard weapons. ”

"The old general is also a person in the army, so he must know that such a firearm will be of great help to the improvement of the combat power of my Ming army, right?" Zhu Qizhen handed the flintlock musket back to the guards beside him, glanced at the leaders of the Junggar tribe with pale faces and frightened eyes, and couldn't help but be secretly proud in his heart.

After all, Zhu Qizhen knew very well that the reason why firearms could appear in Europe was because of the merits of these Mongols, and Zhu Qizhen did not want the flintlock musket, an advanced weapon that was at least two hundred to three hundred years ahead of this era, to be transported to Europe thousands of miles away through these guys again.

At least, Zhu Qizhen firmly believes that the advanced surname of the army's equipment will greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the Ming army, which is extremely conducive to the footprints of the Ming Emperor's [***] people, expanding in all directions.

When others master this technology, Zhu Qizhen believes that the Ming Dynasty at that time, with its strong strength, will definitely be able to develop more advanced guns and artillery, although it cannot be said that the war can be won by relying entirely on advanced weapons, but if it is an excellent soldier who has been on the battlefield for a long time to obtain advanced weapons, then, victory does not belong to them, who else does it belong to?

(To be continued)