Their brutal and greedy ambitions were torn apart by the rain of bullets and guns of the Ming soldiers, like walnuts that had been cracked open to a hard shell, and their weakness and fear were all revealed, and they scattered desperately, trying to escape from the terrible battlefield nightmare that would trap them for the rest of their lives.

"How is this possible?!" I also looked at the original castrated like a wave, like a wolf and a tiger, and in the short period of Zhuxiang Kung Fu outside the Desheng Gate, he turned into a sandwiched wild dog that fled in a hurry, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and what followed was the anger that seemed to be humiliated filled his brain.

Boyan Timur couldn't help but be dumbfounded, looking at the cannons that kept spewing demon-like white smoke above the city balance, as well as those warriors whose expressions were distorted and deformed by fear, Boyan Timur's originally blood-boiling heart instantly cooled to the soles of his feet. "How is this possible?!"

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At the beginning, he was ambushed by the Shenji Battalion, and not long after he slapped the general Polo, the Ming soldiers came out of the nine gates, like madmen, and pounced on the Tile Thorn army who wanted to attack the city.

There were not many Tile Spur soldiers, a total of less than 60,000 soldiers and horses, and first put the main target in the north of the city, only Desheng Gate and Anding Gate placed nearly 30,000 troops, and the other city gates outside the Tile Spur soldiers were more than thousands, and there were only more than 1,000 cavalry guards.

For the Wathorn warriors who fought against the most elite 200,000 troops of the Ming Dynasty and won a complete victory and captured their heavenly sons, the old and weak soldiers in the Beijing division really didn't pay attention to them.

Where did I expect that the Ming soldiers would abandon the city wall and rush out to fight, first, they were caught off guard, and secondly, they were too arrogant. If it weren't for the fact that the forces were not good, and the Tile Thorns were cavalry, I was afraid that they would not be able to escape even a living person, so Rao was like this, and more than 3,000 corpses were dropped in the three directions of the southeast, south and north before they were withdrawn.

Shi Heng, the Ming Dynasty's most powerful generals are far better equipped than the more than 10,000 Ming Iron Cavalry, and they first killed the general who wanted to attack Andingmen, and then they didn't stop, approaching Deshengmen, 50,000 originally ambitious horses to step on the Central Plains of the Tile Spur army, but in the end they were beaten bloody, and even retreated more than ten miles, but they also wanted to gather soldiers and fight again, but Yu Qian's guy was also vicious enough, and he actually concentrated all the movable artillery in the city, Transported to the place of the camp in the distance of the chariot and horse, a wild bombardment was indiscriminate, and the morale of the tile spurs was exhausted, and the senior officials of the tile spurs could not stop the soldiers who bombed the camp, so they had no choice but to flee with the defeat of the remnants of the army and look west overnight.

It wasn't until they fled to the Bauhinia Pass where the troops stayed behind that the frightened Tile Thorn army breathed a sigh of relief. Bauhinia Pass garrison mansion, almost a day and a night of sleepless before fleeing here, clothes crooked, the golden helmet on the head does not know which country to fly to also listen to the losses reported by the generals from all walks of life, the face is more and more ugly, when I heard that the soldiers and horses returned to the Bauhinia Pass are only more than 30,000, the more I think about it, the more indignant I feel the first viciously threw the golden wine cup in his hand to the ground, pulled out the golden scimitar inlaid with countless gems on his waist and roared: "Today's defeat, he said, this Taishi must be compensated by ten times the blood of the Ming Dynasty." ”

Compared with the 50,000 elite army that advanced first and had the ambition to fight a battle, now, there are only more than 30,000 soldiers and horses who have fled to the Bauhinia Pass, and even his half-brother Polo has died in the city. When I thought of this, I first felt a sad and indignant impulse with tears in my eyes.

Seeing that those ministers and generals were all pretending to be clay sculpture bodhisattvas, Boyan Timur reluctantly hardened his scalp and comforted: "Brother, don't be too sad, the situation was too chaotic at that time, and my camp was in the north of the Beijing Division, so many soldiers retreated in a hurry at that time, and they didn't return to the camp before the soldiers. ”

"Yes, yes, what Lord Pingzhang said is reasonable, after calculating, we are traveling all the way, I am afraid that at least more than 10,000 soldiers and horses have been scattered, although the Ming army has made a small gain under the Jingshi City, it is just a momentary bravery, and it will not be easy to wave the army to the west, so the scattered soldiers and horses should not be in a big problem." The veteran Ah Thorn also stood up and persuaded him.

He also put the knife into the sheath first, took the mare's milk wine handed by the guards and drank it all, wiped his long beard, and still had a look of hatred: "I think I will also lead the army to the east and west to fight for more than ten years without a defeat, but now I am defeated in the hands of a group of remnants, which is really hateful." If you don't take revenge, this hatred is hard to get rid of, what are your plans? ”

The soldiers are lost, and the original soldiers are now like a group of pestilent, and they still want to take revenge? Isn't this a lantern into the thatched house, a typical search for death?

Besides, although the tile spur said that he established the country, it is still the power of the tribe, and although he has the name of the Taishi and holds the military and political power of the tile thorn, the soldiers are not his family, but various tribes have made up, and now under the Beijing division, nearly 10,000 soldiers and horses have been folded, and if they continue to do it, and then kill some people, I am afraid that some unlucky small tribes will only become widow tribes.

The important ministers and generals who have their own hearts began to prevaricate, and now it coincides with the big defeat, the military spirit is unstable, and the cattle and sheep used for military food are scattered, so you have to get these things done first, at least after that, you can't fight with Daming, well, let's talk about it then.

The more I listened, the darker my face became, but I was helpless, a pair of fierce bull's eyes turned and fell on the figure not far away, it was the Xining whose vitality was as immortal as Xiaoqiang.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I saw this guy, I was even more angry, and I was angry, and I kicked this guy in a heel fight. "You dead eunuch, if it weren't for your clever words and words, saying that you would be hostage to the great tomorrow, you would have been able to cut the courage of the Ming country and increase the prestige of my army, but now it would be good, and I would have been killed by nearly 10,000 soldiers."

Xining took a big kick, but he didn't dare to cry, and rushed to the feet of Na Yexian with a sad face: "The prince spares his life, the slave and maid have made a mistake in this strategy, it is really not the responsibility of the slave and the maid, it is clearly the fault of the son of tomorrow, if it weren't for him, the prince would have been laughing and watching the situation in the Forbidden City today." ”

"Great tomorrow, good tomorrow!" Hearing this, the anger in his heart became more and more vigorous when he thought of it, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully word by word, and the treasure knife on his waist once again reflected the cold light and came out of the sheath.

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ps: The second update is coming, kill Zhu Zhu, don't kill Zhu Zhu, it will be revealed tomorrow, and you will find out how dramatic history is.

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