Zhu Qizhen looked at Shen Yichen's determined appearance, opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak.

Maybe Zhu Qizhen himself couldn't have imagined that one day he would be speechless in front of Shen Yichen, and his former pride and dignity would turn into smoke with the battle of Tumubao, and he would no longer be the king who could look up to all beings.

In the camp of the Mongolian army, Taishi also listened to the fierce battle horns of the Ming army first, and his expression changed from the initial caution to a kind of excitement.

The greater the number of Ming troops out of the city, the stronger the idea of fighting to the death, the Mongol warriors were able to completely annihilate them once and for all, and the Central Plains changed masters again!

"Sons and grandsons of the Immortal Heaven, now that the soldiers and horses of the Ming Kingdom are pouring out, and they want to win in the field, do you think it is possible?"

The Taishi also rode his horse and galloped first, asking loudly around the front line of the Mongol army's camp, wanting to hear the answers of his subordinates.

"Impossible!"

The same terrifying roar was shouted from the mouths of the Mongols, and even they felt a kind of humiliation.

A group of defeated generals of Tumu Fort, a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, did not rely on the city wall like a coward to hide, and actually dared to go out of the city to take the initiative to fight with the Mongolian iron cavalry, it was simply not knowing life or death!

"Very good, don't forget that the soldiers and horses of the Ming Kingdom were defeated by you, and don't forget that the Han people are as cowardly as two-legged sheep."

"Kill the Ming army in front of you, capture the Jingshi of the Southern Barbarians, and the entire Central Plains Flower World belongs to our Great Mongolia!"

After that, the Taishi also stopped first, looked at the group of Mongolian troops full of bloodthirsty desires, and said in an extremely fierce tone: "Take the Jingshi of the Ming Kingdom, this Taishi will let you wanton for three days!" ”

The last sentence is Taishi's first reward for the victory of the Mongol soldiers.

Three days of wanton plundering is equivalent to killing people and setting fires, raping and plundering, and human life is not as good as dogs.

The capital of the Ming Dynasty may be reduced to ruins after the war!

"Kill all the Nanban and capture the Jingshi!"

The beastly roar of filial piety resounded in the sky, and the eyes of many Mongolian soldiers looking at the Beijing division were full of bestiality.

"Immortal Heaven!"

He finally shouted out this Mongolian battle cry that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and then pointed at the blade of the sword, signaling the army to attack the Ming army.

"Immortal Heaven!"

Countless Mongol soldiers responded to Yexian's battle, and then only felt that the earth began to shake, and thousands of troops and horses rushed towards the Desheng Gate where Yu Qian was stationed.

Desheng Gate is the city gate facing the camp of the Mongolian army, and it is also garrisoned by Yu Qian, the commander of the Ming army. The principle of shooting a man first and a horse first, and capturing a thief and capturing the king first, is not only understood by the Han people, but also by the Mongols.

"Formation!"

Looking at the Mongolian iron cavalry swept in the distance like a black wave, the main general Feng Zheng shouted, and the spears that were originally standing were placed at an angle of forty-five degrees. Standing in the front row, the all-armored heavy infantry, holding the handle of the gun with both hands, stood in front of the Desheng Gate like a steel Great Wall plate.

Five hundred steps, three hundred steps, two hundred steps!

Facing the approaching torrent of enemy troops, Yu Qian calculated the distance and ordered loudly: "Fire!" ”

In an instant, the front-loading artillery placed on the city wall was lit with a fuse, and the sound of "Peng, Peng, Peng" resounded in the sky, and the smoke of gunpowder burning filled the entire city wall into smoke.

The solid iron ball of the cannon smashed into the galloping Mongolian cavalry formation, and the huge kinetic energy hit the soldier or war horse, instantly turning into a cloud of blood mist, and then the iron ball continued to roll forward, and another Mongolian soldier disappeared into this world.

It's a pity that this primitive artillery, combined with solid shells, did not bring much casualties to the Mongol army, and even had no effect of stagnation. Their eyes were full of bloodthirsty Mongolian soldiers, and their goal was only the Jingshi in front, and it was not the comrades around them who fell at all.

One hundred and fifty steps!

"Crossbow, let's go!"

Yu Qian gave another order, and with the help of the height of the city wall, the range of the crossbow projectile was longer.

The rain of arrows swept towards the Mongol army, and if this scene happened in the early years of orthodoxy, it would be difficult for the Mongols, who relied on leather and cotton armor to defend themselves, to resist the sharp arrows.

However, the smuggling of the enemy in the important town of the Nine Sides for more than ten years, coupled with the blessing of the elite equipment of the 200,000 Ming army on the battlefield of Tumubao, this kind of arrow rain of projectile strength could not penetrate the armor and horse armor of the Mongolian soldiers at all.

There were even some Mongolian soldiers with a few arrow feathers stuck in their bodies, as if they were still moving forward like no one!

One hundred steps!

At this distance, you can already vaguely see the enemy's face.

In the face of the sand and dust raised by the galloping war horse, like a giant beast killing towards him, many of the Ming soldiers in front of Desheng Gate subconsciously swallowed saliva to calm the violently fluctuating emotions in their hearts.

"Brothers, hold on!"

Some veterans who had experience in the battlefield began to remind the robes around them with their throats.

The infantry resisted the cavalry charge, and the only thing they could rely on was the formation, once someone retreated timidly, then the military formation could be torn open by the Mongolian iron cavalry in an instant. The next thing to face was the wanton back and forth charge of the Mongol cavalry, turning itself into a lamb without any resistance.

"Stay in formation!"

Feng Zheng had the experience of resisting the Mongolian cavalry when he followed Shen Yichen in the bloody battle outside the Saiwai, and he kept shouting to remind the soldiers behind him that he must not mess up the formation!

After all, the 200,000 Beijing troops who are now out of the city to meet are not exactly the "Ten Battalions" carefully selected by Jiumen Yu Qian, those old battalion soldiers who are not elite, and the reinforcements from other places are also incorporated into the formation.

Only by moving the whole body and fighting to the death can the charging speed of the Mongolian war horse be stopped, so that the enemy loses the greatest advantage.

Fifty steps!

"Firebolt, let's go!"

Yu Qian rode on the standing horse and gave orders with a calm expression.

"Bang, bang, bang" gunshots rang out, and the Ming army's firearms and equipment, such as the Annan guns, three-eyed guns, and bird guns, were fired one after another at this time.

During the orthodox period, the Ming Dynasty was in the stage of transformation from cold weapons to firearms, and the Shenji battalion was equipped with enough firearms, but it was still difficult to become a decisive factor on the battlefield due to its technical performance.

It was not until the middle and late Ming Dynasty that the large-scale equipment of large rear-loading artillery such as the Franc machine gun really determined the direction of the war by firearms.

However, at a distance of fifty paces, even if the firearm is not advanced enough, the accuracy depends on luck, and in the face of this overwhelming Mongolian iron cavalry, it is still like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the Mongolian cavalry in the front row fell down one by one!

Rain of arrows is not good for iron armor, but the armor-piercing effect of firearms is much stronger. This is why, the armor stomach of the Ming and Qing dynasties was fully converted into cotton armor, because with the development of firearms, the traditional heavy armor was vulnerable.

In comparison, cotton armor is lighter, more comfortable, and slightly more protective against firearms.

But even if the charging Mongol cavalry fell in a whole row, it still couldn't stop the galloping of the horses. The distance of fifty steps had been crossed in the blink of an eye, and the Ming army's heavy infantry spear array in front began to use its own flesh and blood to block the impact of the enemy.

"Hold on!"

A roar came out of the mouth of the soldier, and even this simple word was the last word that many people left in this world.

The iron hooves of the Mongol army did not stop with the obstruction of the pikemanship, and the inertia brought by the heavy cavalry instantly overwhelmed the first row of pikemen, followed by the fall of the second platoon, and then the third platoon of pikemen to meet the enemy.

Countless robes fell forever at the foot of the city wall of Jingshi, and many people were still laughing and laughing together yesterday, talking freely about taking military pay to make clothes for their wives and buying two handfuls of candy for their children after the war.

This simple wish can never be fulfilled.

Watching the rows of soldiers fall, Feng Zheng's eyes were extremely red. He had never really regarded these low-level soldiers as his siblings. But now he understands what it means to live and die together, and what it means to live and die together.

Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd, and work with my son!

Feng Zheng slowly pulled out the saber at his waist, looked at the Mongolian cavalry who was about to break through the spear formation, and shouted: "Brothers, follow me, fight to the death!" ”

With that, he rushed over in the lead, ready to use his life to plug the gap in the defensive line.

"No retreat!"

The soldiers of the Ming Army, who were ready for battle, watched Brother Pao Ze fall to the ground one after another, and followed behind Feng Zheng with red eyes and killed him.

Behind them is the Desheng Gate of Jingshi, and they actually have no way to retreat.

Or even if there is, you can't abandon your comrades-in-arms at this time and steal your life!

"Da Sima, the barrenness of Fujian has created bloody men, how can the Tartars be afraid!"

Lang Zhong, the soldier of the Chinese army, felt that his blood was surging all over his body, and at this moment he finally understood why the ancients would write poems that would rather be a centurion than a scholar, and the battlefield is the stage for men!

"In addition to the tenacity created by barrenness, there is also the courage that Shen Shilang has shaped for them!"

Yu Qian had rectified the Beijing camp of the Beijing Division, and knew that after the Tumubao Incident, the three major battalions stationed in the soldiers were in constant fear.

Will be a soldier!

If it weren't for Shen Yichen's two bloody battles outside the Saiwai, which delayed the invincible spirit of the Mongolian army, I'm afraid that today's Jingshi would not have seen such a brave scene.

"Shen Shilang is indeed a capable minister in the world, but sometimes he is too sharp, and I am afraid that it will be too rigid and easy to break."

There was some regret on the face of the soldier's Langzhong, and it could be seen from the envoy to the enemy camp that Shen Yichen seemed to be in the middle of the day, but in fact he was in danger.

Since ancient times, the trees have been beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy them, I don't know if Shen Yichen can escape this catastrophe.

Listening to the subordinates next to him habitually talking about officialdom, Yu Qian did not have the slightest interest in chatting.

The battlefield is pure, and to talk about the filth of officialdom at this moment is simply an insult to the bloody Ming soldiers!

As Feng Zheng led the battle-ready troops and horses to fill, the previously dangerous defense line finally stabilized the formation, and the invincible Mongolian iron cavalry finally stopped their charge.

However, this was only the beginning, as the elite Mongol foot soldiers followed behind the cavalry and launched a fierce attack on the defending Ming army. The equipment on their bodies is not inferior to the defenders of the Beijing Division at all, and they are even significantly ahead of the soldiers of the old battalion.

In addition, they also released the promise of wantonly burning and looting the Jingshi for three days, which made them extremely bloodthirsty, and the money and women were in front of them, killing the group of Ming troops in front of them, and the Jingshi was their own!

The battlefield in front of Desheng Gate was like a meat grinder, and countless soldiers fell here. If you can stand on the city wall and look down condescendingly at this moment, you can find that the Ming army's defense line is still slowly retreating and compressing.

It cannot be said that the soldiers did not fight bloodily, but when the morale of the two sides was equal, the number of people and equipment played a decisive role.

The 30,000 Deshengmen army could not withstand the frontal impact of the 50,000 Mongol army.

"Han Bin, lead the team to the top!"

Yu Qian looked at the compressed defense line, and still gave an order to Han Bin, the commander of Shandong Guard, with a calm expression.

This is the last combat reserve army of the Ming Dynasty outside Desheng Gate, and it is also Yu Qian's escort army. When they are about to attack the enemy, it means that it is time of life and death, and if they do not win, they will die.

At the same time, Yu Qian slowly pulled out the saber at his waist, and from the moment he closed the city gate with his armor pierced, he was already mentally prepared to die.

Civil officials have never just had a way to die, and Wen Tianxiang, who Yu Qian regarded as an idol, fought to the death with the body of a literati, and finally calmly became righteous.

Who has not died in life since ancient times, and left Dan to take care of his sweat!

The critical scene outside the Desheng Gate was constantly reported by the heralds on the battlefield to the other eight defenders of the Beijing Division.

"Uncle, are we going to help Da Sima?"

Shi Heng's nephew, Shi Biao, after hearing the battle report of the herald, asked his uncle beside him.

When Yu Qian ordered to go out of the city to face the battle, he was in charge of the first battalion of soldiers and horses in Deshengmen, and arranged Shi Heng to Andingmen, where Tao Jin, the original governor, was stationed.

The reason is that after experiencing Gu Xingzu's Fuchengmen battle, Yu Qian really couldn't believe that the second generation of the second generation of the Jingying group could only find a way to fill the weak links of the nine gates of the Beijing division and avoid being penetrated by the Mongolian army.

Although Shi Biao is objectively speaking, he can be regarded as the second generation of military generals, and he is also related to Shi Heng. But he was brave and good at fighting, able to hold a strong bow, good at using a big axe, in the early years on the frontier, relying on real combat exploits to be promoted to the commander, without the slightest water.

Faced with his nephew's inquiry, Shi Heng hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and refused: "No, the army of Andingmen can't move!" ”

Shi Heng was also anxious at the moment, not to mention the emergency situation on the battlefield, just because of Yu Qian's kindness to him, it was impossible to watch his benefactor in danger.

But the problem is that the Mongol army has absolute initiative and mobility, and they can attack any city gate at will. If at this time, he led the soldiers and horses of Andingmen to gallop to aid Deshengmen, then what if a team of Tartars attacked Andingmen?

This is the strategic disadvantage that the Ming Dynasty army has never been able to get rid of, including this time to take the initiative to meet the battle, in a sense, it is also based on the helplessness of lack of mobility, giving up their own advantages in defending the city to lure the Mongol army to a decisive battle.

"That big Sima is in danger!"

Shi Biao was also a little anxious, after all, his uncle was released from the prison, and he was promoted to Wu Qingbo, Yu Qian played a decisive factor, how could people not know Entu?

"There is no absolute security on the battlefield, including you and me!"

Shi Heng still firmly refused.

There are more than 200,000 Mongolian soldiers and horses, and the space of Deshengmen can be placed at most 50,000 people to attack, which means that the whereabouts of more than 150,000 men and horses are still undecided.

The enemy does not move, I do not move, Shi Heng believes in Yu Qian's ability and the bloodiness of the Ming army.

50,000 people can't defeat their own 30,000 robes!