"Fuck! This guy is too despicable, shameless, insidious, cunning and vicious, he actually left without even saying hello, you guts old bastard, you still have so many big living people here, don't you want to have a hard time? Zhu Qizhen was stunned to look at the Chinese army that had no attachment or even nostalgia and turned to run, running so hastily like a severe-tailed wild dog, and couldn't help but come out of his mouth with a long list of adjectives full of literary tone, and then the hooligan tone revealed his indignant mood. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a grumbling thug lurking outside the bank, freezing the wind and rain and snow all night, but not even a coin of income.

Mo said that it was Zhu Qizhen, that is, Yang Jun, who was sitting in front of the battle, commanding the frontal battlefield, and the one who was carrying a giant axe and leading the Daming Iron Cavalry, splitting one after another Shi Biao full of minced meat and blood in those grassland tartars, and couldn't help but scold his mother in unison angrily and complainingly.

"Retreat?!" Hearing the sound of the horn, Ge Si'er couldn't help but turn his head back a little dumbfounded, and saw that Xiao Lai led the Chinese army to flee towards the east with an unwavering momentum, and Ge Si'er felt that his brain was suddenly blank.

However, the follow-up news transmitted by the sound of the horn made Gus'er's face instantly become extremely ugly. Turning around, he shouted to his subordinates: "Order the whole army to retreat to the east." ”

Countless lives have been used to completely destroy the Ming army's rejection horses on the frontal battlefield, and they have been able to approach less than dozens of steps away from the front of the Ming army, and even occasionally brave knights will rush to the Ming army's big shield The warriors of the Hara Shen Department are also full of doubts and hesitation.

The officers' orders caused these elite warriors of the Harashen to curse and curse helplessly and unwillingly, but when they also saw the smoke and dust in the northern sky, and the blood-red torrent was surging closer and closer, all their courage was shattered in an instant.

Whipping the horse vigorously, ignoring the companions around him, and ignoring the hope that with a little more effort, he might be able to crash into the Ming army's military formation, and turned his horse's head to the east, following behind Nags'er, and retreating towards the east.

"Bang the drum! Command all cavalry to attack! Zhu Qizhen waved the horsewhip in his hand stupidly and shouted loudly. The infantry began to shift their positions to stop the Tartars who were still entangled with the Dzungars. ”

"Heavy artillery turns, aiming at the fleeing Tartars, all infantry artillery ......"

With Zhu Qizhen's orders one after another, the Ming soldiers who were still entangled with the cavalry of the Harashen Division who had not yet had time to retreat were resolutely executed. Shi Biao's big axe, which had already appeared a notch in the blade of the axe, swung and roared excitedly: "Pro-army cavalry battalion, rush with Lao Tzu!" ”

The more than 2,000 pro-army iron horsemen who had not moved had been moving loosened their horses like rabbits, crossed the opening of the flank infantry, raised their war knives, and pounced fiercely on the steppe Tartars who used their backs and the back of their horses...... "Tell General Yin to outflank the past, don't let those Tartars escape, and the soldiers and horses of other towns will be killed with Ben!" Shi Heng, whose face was pale, galloped wildly, shouting loudly. He had just swept away the grassland headquarters ranger that was wandering in the north of the battlefield, and he killed him directly. I never thought that the reaction of the allied forces of the grassland headquarters would be so fast, and they could almost be described as fleeing from the wind.

Although he was unwilling, Shi Heng knew very well that the more than 60,000 troops of the grassland headquarters who were entangled with the Dzungar Ministry and the Taishang Emperor's pro-army were their main targets.

As long as most of the 60,000 horses can be left on this battlefield, the strength of the grassland headquarters will be severely defeated, and in that case, there will never be any oligarchs on the grassland in a short period of time, and they can dominate alone.

The coalition army of the grassland headquarters, which was struggling to fight with the Junggar coalition army, also quickly noticed the abnormality, and saw the resolute withdrawal of the horse, as well as the retreat of the Harashen cavalry that was entangled with the Ming army. Seeing the surging and dazzling blood red of the northern horizon again, their hearts instantly cooled to the bottom of their feet.

And the soldiers of the Junggar Division, who also saw the help of the Daming Iron Cavalry, howled excitedly as if they had been collectively beaten with chicken blood, and were tightly entangled with the coalition forces of the grassland headquarters like crazy, so that the grassland headquarters wanted to break free, but there was no way to evacuate This has become a terrible trap battlefield.

Many of the guards around him had already died, and even his incomparably sharp scimitar had a notch, but at this moment, his expression was hideous and excited like a lone wolf grasping its prey, and his hoarse roar echoed through the battlefield. "King Gesar will always protect us, our reinforcements have arrived, children, let these rebels of the steppe headquarters tremble and weep under our scimitars and iron hooves, let them pay the price for the sins they have committed in the past, and avenge them for our dead warriors, your brothers, your fathers or sons!"

"These Dzungar madmen!" The heart guard on his chest had been shattered into several pieces, and the young master A Luo looked at the crazy Dzungar soldiers with great resentment, and the first one turned the reins of the horse, under his leadership, many cavalry of the steppe headquarters threw down the robes that were entangled with the Dzungar soldiers, and began to run wildly to the east, intending to get out of the siege and escape before the arrival of those red iron streams.

It's a pity that Zhu Qizhen is unwilling to give them a chance, and Shi Heng is not willing to give these steppe Tartars such a chance, even if there are only infantry left in his own army, but they still resolutely block the coalition forces of the grassland headquarters who intend to flee eastward, and use the knives and guns in their hands to face the enemy horsemen who are jumping over the wall straight and bravely.

In addition to Qian Zhong and other dozens of horsemen, the guards around Zhu Qizhen were all sent to the battlefield by him, and collided with the iron cavalry of the coalition army of the grassland headquarters who were like a torrent trying to get out of trouble.

At this time, the artillery finally couldn't care about the rhythm and frequency, and was already firing like crazy, one by one the flowering shells crossed the heads of the Ming troops who blocked the attack, screaming and smashing down in the already chaotic formation of the cavalry of the grassland headquarters, exploding, and the orange-yellow fireballs would always take away a few or even a dozen fresh lives.

After only a short period of less than half a cup of tea, the reinforcements of the Ming Dynasty finally hit the earthy yellow torrent, like a hideous and death-like river of blood, smashed on a made of loess...... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－…… The sky dome, as if it was just a mirror reflecting the blood-flowing grassland, together with the sunset, were dyed a strange blood red, Zhu Qizhen spat with difficulty, took the water bladder handed over by the Qian Zhong, drank a few sips, and then let out a sigh of satisfaction, and handed the water bladder back to the Qian Zhong who had wrapped the sand cloth on his shoulder, but was still soaked in blood.

Zhu Qizhen looked down at his luxurious and sturdy armor, and there were also a few hideous knife marks on the original brand new armor, and even a few pieces of armor had been shattered to the point where he didn't know where to go.

And the war knife in Zhu Qizhen's hand was also stained with blood, and there were even a few inconspicuous but impossible to ignore the gaps, thinking of Fang Cai, the last crazy counterattack of the Tartars of the grassland headquarters who were completely surrounded and no longer had any hope of getting out of trouble, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but feel palpitations.

If it weren't for the desperate escort of the guards around him, if it weren't for the fact that a few guards ignited the projectiles they were carrying regardless of themselves, blowing up the gaps in those crazy grassland headquarters coalition forces, so that a Ming army iron cavalry could be killed in time, perhaps, at this time, he would have crossed again with great grievance.

"Your sister, it seems that after driving the dog into the poor alley, the dog is in a hurry, and it will indeed jump off the wall." Zhu Qizhen is very glad that the armor on his body is strong, and he is even more glad that he has not given up the training in the past two years, so that he is finally on the battlefield without a nest, and when facing the enemy, he can hold his head to learn quail, and he can also raise the war knife in his hand and slash at the enemies who rushed to him.

"How many did I kill?" Zhu Qizhen, who looked at the war knife in his hand, only then remembered that at the most urgent juncture, Zhu Qizhen was tightly surrounded by those guards in the center, but he was still stabbed two or three times, and he also slashed several times out, but unfortunately the situation was too chaotic at that time, Zhu Qizhen felt that he had been hit, otherwise, why did his knife edge have blood stains and gaps?

"Your Majesty is heroic and martial, and you have the style of Taizu, which really makes Weichen and others happy and convinced......," Qian Zhong pursed his lips with an eager look of admiration, and replied to Zhu Qizhen respectfully.

Zhu Qizhen, whose blood was still boiling, couldn't help frowning: "Don't pat yourself on the back for now, tell me, have I slaughtered the Tartar?" ”

"This ......" Qian Zhong turned his face and glanced at the dozen or so guards next to him who were also more or less injured, and the expressions of those guys also looked a little weird.

"Your Majesty, you did slash several Tartars, and in one case, you slashed at the helmet of a Tartar, and you also slapped his head. There's another one that you struck the opponent's scimitar, and ......" one of the guards recalled, with great effort, and then replied in the affirmative.

"In other words, I only slashed two Tartars, didn't I?" However, Zhu Qizhen, who didn't hear the expected answer, was quite depressed, or quite unwilling, muddy, Lao Tzu should be the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and he also went to the battlefield anyway, so many Tartars around him, he didn't even hack a guy to death, this idea is too back, right?

Seeing these guys nodding in unison, Zhu Qizhen stupidly put the blood-stained war knife back into its sheath, fuck! Emperor Zhengde also killed a villain, what about himself, when the time comes, the record of himself in the history books, I don't know if it will be written about how wise and martial he is the son of heaven, but in this battlefield, he played with a big blade for a long time, and as a result, he touched the oily skin of two tartars...... -------------------- but Zhu Qizhen didn't have time to feel sorry for himself for long, and his eyes once again turned back to the battlefield that seemed so tragic and palpitating under the remnant sun, this land of several miles in a radius of countless severed limbs and stumps, swords and flags that were slanted into the ground, and those horses that had lost their owners were wandering alone.

Bands of cavalry and infantry were searching the battlefield for the robes that had not yet died, hoping to pull them back from the line of death. "This battle is really miserable." Zhu Qizhen looked at the meadows that were all over the mountains and fields stained with blood, and couldn't help but sigh like this.

"Your Majesty, our pro-army lost 873 people killed and about 3,000 wounded. Almost everyone was injured. "Next to him, a reporter stepped forward and reported to Zhu Qizhen." In addition, the 5,000 Xuanfu iron horsemen who came with us also lost 1,287 people in this place, and the rest of the numbers can only be counted after they pursue them. ”

Hearing this, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but feel a little gloomy, his own pro-army, at the beginning, almost did not suffer any damage, but after the Hara Shen Department broke away from the battlefield, when those grassland headquarters coalition forces intended to rush through the defense line built by their own pro-army, the casualties increased sharply.

If it weren't for the well-trained, if it weren't for Shi Heng's brigade of iron cavalry coming to the aid in time, if it weren't for the Dzungar Department biting this coalition army to the death. As a pro-army, I am afraid that the losses will be even more unimaginable.

"Eight hundred and seventy-three, eight hundred and seventy-three good men. Remember, I'm going to find all the fallen soldiers in battle. Put away all their military badges, and after they turn to ashes, they must let their remains and military badges be placed in the Heroic Soul Shrine to pay respects. Zhu Qizhen let out a long breath and commanded in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Weichen and the others are already doing it." The clerk replied and went on to do his own thing.

And Zhu Qizhen set his eyes on the side of the battlefield, where, by the slanting glow of the setting sun, it looked like a territory occupied by low shrubs from a distance. There, in fact, the army of the Ming Dynasty and the prisoners of war of the grassland headquarters who had been disarmed and escorted there to guard. "Look at the situation, the warriors on the grassland, in fact, there are still a lot of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death......" Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but say a relaxed and cool word here. Everyone around Ruode couldn't help but let out a burst of happy laughter.

The fatigue after the war could not hide the excitement and joy in the hearts of those Ming soldiers around Zhu Qizhen, yes, in this fierce battle of life and death, it was they who fought the enemy first, and at the most critical moment, they stood up and blocked the life of those vain grassland headquarters coalition forces with Zhu Qizhen, the emperor.

can be with an emperor, although he is a former emperor, but in the eyes of these soldiers, this is the real great tomorrow, not the Zhu Qiyu who sits in the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty, and only knows how to spit on the ministers and play a game of intrigue.

(To be continued)