The group quickly evacuated, and during this period, there were Mongolian soldiers stationed there, and Shen Yichen's identity was discovered.

However, at this moment, the entire Mongolian army camp was in chaos, and they couldn't organize an effective stop at all, so they could only watch Shen Yichen escape. Occasionally, two people who were not afraid of death wanted to block the road, but they were both killed by Wu Rui and others.

Soon Shen Yichen came to the position of the Ming army, and at first glance, he saw that Zhu Yi was commanding the Ming army soldiers to attack. Immediately afterwards, I saw a familiar face, and Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, was actually in the camp.

"Grandpa!"

Shen Yichen bowed to Zhu Yong, and his emotions in his heart were mixed in an instant.

He didn't expect that after being deprived of his title, Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, would still be able to lead the army to fight as a veteran, instead of being depressed and decadent.

I didn't expect that he could appear here today and lead the troops to rescue himself!

"Are you alright?"

Chengguo Gong Zhu Yong asked Shen Yichen rhetorically, he is not the kind of person who can express his emotions, and he can't say too many words of concern, so he can only use this simplest word to ask.

"The younger generation is fine, Grandpa Xie rescued him."

"You're welcome, we're ......"

Zhu Yong subconsciously wanted to say the words "father and son", but he still didn't say it in the end, after all, the estrangement was difficult to repair in a short period of time.

Even in this life, there is a rift.

"Wu Rui, have you found the Emperor?"

Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, immediately asked Wu Rui, this time the night attack on the Mongolian army camp in addition to rescuing Shen Yichen, following the Empress Dowager's will to welcome the emperor back to Beijing is also the top priority.

"Back to Grandpa, I will find ...... in the end"

"Grandpa, the Emperor Taishang has also been transferred elsewhere first, not in the camp of the Mongolian army."

Before Wu Rui could tell the truth, Shen Yichen interjected and interrupted the other party.

A lot of things can be done, but you can't say it openly, otherwise you won't be able to end it.

With the ups and downs of Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, for many years, it is impossible not to notice the strangeness of the two people in front of him. It's just that he never imagined that Shen Yichen would be so bold and prevent the Emperor Taishang from returning to Beijing.

Just when Zhu Yong was thinking about the reason, Xue Shou, the deputy general beside him, asked in a daze.

"Young Sima, obviously when Yang Dudu, the deputy envoy of the peace council, returned to Beijing a few days ago, he also said conclusively that he also wanted to release the emperor first, why did he suddenly move elsewhere?"

Yang Shan, the deputy envoy of the peace legation, had left the Ming army camp and returned to Beijing a few days earlier, and informed the imperial court of everything that had happened here. And also emphasized the sincerity of the Taishi Yexian, as long as the Ming Dynasty paid the ransom to resume border trade, he could send the Taishang Emperor Zhu Qizhen back to Beijing unharmed.

Shen Yichen's words obviously did not match Yang Shan's return message.

"The imperial court was reluctant to open the gate of the capital division, and the imperial master was also angry and refused to negotiate peace, so he escorted the emperor back to the gate, preparing to threaten him again in the future, and even his own officials were detained in the enemy camp."

opened his eyes and said nonsense, but Shen Yichen's expression was extremely "sincere", these years of officialdom training, he has long been accustomed to talking about people and talking nonsense, and a true gentleman cannot stand on the court.

It's just that Shen Yichen can keep his expression as usual, but the nervous look on Wu Rui's face betrays his state of mind at the moment.

Just as Xue Shou was about to continue to ask, a peripheral cavalry rushed over and reported: "General Zhu, the Tartars have already sent troops and horses back to help, please make a decision as soon as possible!" ”

Hearing that the Mongolian reinforcement army was about to attack, it was impossible for everyone to focus on Zhu Qizhen at this moment.

I saw Zhu Yi stand up, and immediately ordered: "Gather up the troops and horses, retreat from the left flank of the Tartar camp, and avoid a fierce battle with the enemy!" ”

The 10,000 cavalry controlled by Zhu Yi can be said to be the only "mobile force" in the Ming Jing Division, which plays a strategic role in a certain sense. It was impossible for him to fight hard with the Mongol cavalry at such a time, so he could only avoid their edge and preserve his strength.

The fiasco of Tumubao, if it is said that the armor stomach weapons and other equipment, relying on the strong heritage of the Ming Dynasty, can be replenished from the major arsenals in a short time. Then the huge loss of the war horse will not be able to recover overnight, maybe this is the real reason why the Ming Dynasty turned from offensive to defensive.

After giving the order to his subordinates, Zhu Yi glanced at Shen Yichen meaningfully, and it was obvious that he had guessed that the explanation about the Emperor Taishang was lying.

With the retreat to the delivery of the order, the soldiers and horses scattered to the attacking camps in various places were assembled in an instant, and the elite degree of this Daming iron cavalry can also be seen from this point. After all, they followed Chengguo Gong to fight in the south and north in the early years, and then experienced a series of vicious battles in Harrier Ridge, Tumubao, and Huailai City.

Those who can survive to this day are all elite soldiers!

The mighty Ming army attacked the battalion soldiers and horses, and broke through from the left flank of the camp before the arrival of the 20,000 Mongol cavalry of the Arazhiyuan.

Looking at the raging fire in the camp and the corpses of Mongolian sons all over the ground, Arazhiyuan can be said to be furious. He can't accept it no matter what, and if he has an absolute advantage, he can still be regained by the Southern Barbarians!

"Sons, let me catch up with the southern barbarians who attacked the camp, and use their blood to pay tribute to the tribal warriors who died in battle!"

Arazhiyuan roared angrily, he was already carried away by anger, and he only thought about catching up with the Ming army to take revenge.

"Kill all the barbarians!"

The Mongolian soldiers behind him were also furious, if the Ming army that was attacked ran away, it would be a shame for the soldiers!

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves resounded in the sky, and with the sky red by firelight, the two cavalry units launched a chase battle on the periphery of the Beijing Division.

"General Zhu, the Tartars seem to have caught up with the reinforcements, how should we deal with it?"

Listening to the rumbling sound behind him, Xue Shou asked Zhu Yi, who was leading the army.

"General Xue, can you estimate the number of Tartars pursuing?"

In the face of Zhu Yi's inquiry, Xue Shoulerma turned around and took a few closer glances with the help of the fire in the Mongolian army's camp.

Then he shook his head and said: "The night is too dark to estimate the number of Tartar pursuers, but judging from the sound of horses' hooves, the number of soldiers and horses is above our army!" ”

The cavalry generals who have been fighting on the border for a long time can basically judge the number of enemy soldiers and horses from the sound of horses' hooves and the tremor of the earth. Xue Shou estimated that the number of enemy troops pursued would definitely not be less than 10,000 people, or even as many as multiples.

"General Zhu, the pursuit of the Tartars should be the soldiers and horses of the Chinese army, after the attack on the camp, our army's horsepower is not as good as theirs, so if you run like this, you will definitely be caught up."

Wu Rui on the other side opened his mouth to remind.

In order to bypass the frontal battlefield, the Ming cavalry that attacked the camp had already spent a lot of horsepower, coupled with the fierce battle of the raid on the Mongolian army's camp, the endurance of the war horse had reached the limit at this moment.

If the Tartars continue to chase after them like this, the first ones who can't run must be the Ming cavalry.

Listening to the reminders of the two cavalry veterans, Xue Shou and Wu Rui, Zhu Yi looked at Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, hoping to get advice from his father at this critical moment.

However, Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, faced Zhu Yi's gaze for help, just looked at each other without saying a word, and put the decision in the hands of his son.

"Pass the order down, and organize the troops and horses to meet the battle."

"When the narrow road meets, the brave wins, and the Ming Tiger is one when it is ten, why should the Tartars be afraid?"

Without too much hesitation, Zhu Yi gave the order to face the battle.

Rather than waiting for the horsepower to run out and be caught up by the Tartars and lose the ability to resist, it is better to take advantage of the moment when you can launch a charge and duel it with the Mongol cavalry!

"Meet the enemy, meet the enemy!"

The middle and low-level officers from all walks of life shouted loudly and conveyed the combat instructions to every soldier of the Ming army.

Soon the cavalry unit turned around, and the soldiers silently drew their sabers on horseback, and almost no one made any unnecessary noise in the whole process, and the four words of war machine were carried out vividly.

The scorching firelight and the cold moonlight shone on the armor and blade of the Daming Iron Cavalry, reflecting a magnificent picture full of war aesthetics.

"To the north, follow me."

In the silence of death, Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, rode a horse to Shen Yichen's side, and did not turn around and said this sentence silently.

Compared with the well-cultivated eldest son Zhu Yi, who is at the top of the archery and horse riding, Shen Yichen has not received any training since he was a child, and in this kind of pure cavalry battlefield where life is at stake, he must not be the opponent of the Mongolian iron cavalry.

For so many years, Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, has never stood in front of Shen Yichen once. And this time, he wants to be a father to shield his son from the wind and rain.

"Grandpa, the younger generation is not so weak, thank you for your kindness."

Shen Yichen habitually refused, he went out of Fujian for two years, and followed the soldiers to eat, live and train together. Although there is still a big gap between equestrianism and real cavalry, he is definitely not a weak scholar at the beginning, and there is no need to hide behind Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo.

"The battlefield is not child's play, mother needs to say more, at least I will take you back alive to see your mother."

Without the title of "Bengong", and without the principle of absolute strength, Zhu Yong unexpectedly used the name of Shen.

In the past, Shen Yichen couldn't believe that such words would come out of the mouth of a dignified Chengguo Gong no matter what. He never regarded his mother as his wife, not even a "man" of equal personality, but a slave, or no different from furniture.

Objectively speaking, this is not the problem of Zhu Yong, the prince of Chengguo, the slave and maid in feudal society are just an item in the eyes of the powerful!

I didn't expect to see him care about his mother's feelings today.

Just when Shen Yichen's mood was extremely complicated, the Mongolian cavalry led by Arazhiyuan had already chased in front of him.

Just as Xue Shou estimated, the number of pursuers was overwhelming, and it had significantly exceeded the Ming cavalry.

They looked at the enemy in front of them with bloodthirsty eyes, their armor and blades glowing with cold light. Without too much pre-battle call and morale boost, the Ming cavalry who had set up their formation, taking advantage of the unstable foothold of the Mongol pursuers, the loud charge pierced the night sky.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

Everyone seemed to shout this battle cry with all their strength, and then resolutely rode their horses and rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry in front of them.

"To the north, keep up!"

Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, roared angrily, and then pulled the reins to keep up with the charging cavalry force.

Cavalry duel is a game for the brave, especially when your own side is at a disadvantage, without the slightest possibility of cowardice hiding in the rear.

Once they fail to keep up with their own charging formation, when the cavalry of both sides completes a round of attack, it is equivalent to a swap of positions. In an instant, the "extremely safe" rear will fall into the encirclement of the enemy army, and those who are afraid will die!

"The Ming army is mighty!"

Shen Yichen used the way of roaring battle horns to vent the blood and nervousness in his heart. Although he had experienced the bloody battle of Tumubao, it was more of a forced defensive situation, and most of the time he was in charge of the Chinese army, and never took the initiative to attack the Mongol cavalry.

This is the first time that Shen Yichen has completely lost his identity as a civil official, like an ordinary soldier, fighting for his life with the Mongolian iron cavalry.

Seeing that the Ming cavalry not only did not flee, but actually took the initiative to charge at him, a fanatical look appeared on the face of Ah Ra Zhiyuan, he was too eager to completely exterminate the Ming cavalry, so as to prove who is the real overlord on the grassland.

There can only be one cavalry on the steppe, and that is the Mongolian iron cavalry!

"Immortal God bless, kill all the barbarians, to prove the bravery of Mongolian Erlang!"

After Ah Ra Zhiyuan roared loudly, he urged the war horse under him and rushed towards the Ming army camp in the first place.

The Mongols also knew very well that only the brave were worthy of survival on the battlefield of the cavalry that hedged.

Blood, stumps, human groans, and horse roars, Shen Yichen seemed to feel that the world was completely empty, and there was no other distraction except for sprinting forward with a saber.

After a round of attack, there was no respite, and after the soldiers of the two sides turned their horses' heads, they killed each other again. Compared to the blank brain in the first round, this time Shen Yichen felt the warmth of blood, felt the wail of pain, and felt the lingering smell of blood in the air!

Countless soldiers fell from their horses and drowned in a sea of cavalry. But this was far from the end, and soon the third, fourth, and fifth rounds followed.

Only the complete fall of one side can end this war!

Shen Yichen didn't know how many times he turned the horse's head, and he didn't know how many Mongolian swords and guns Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo in front of him, had blocked for himself.

When the dawn of the morning gradually shone on the land of Beijing, the battlefield was already full of corpses, and countless soldiers were sleeping on this land forever.

But fortunately, Le Ma is still standing, and it is the iron horse that belongs to the Ming Dynasty!

The last cavalry unit of the Ming Dynasty's Beijing Division, after attacking the camp, defeated twice as many Mongol pursuers, so that the Arazhiyuan had to flee under the cover of his own soldiers.

In the past, Yanghe, Harrier Ridge, and Tumubao suffered the humiliation of fleeing one after another, and this time they finally changed their targets, and Daming will never give up!