At this time, Timur had also seen three earthen walls broken through by Mongol soldiers.

Timur was overjoyed, and he ordered the war drums and horns to be raised to the loudest in order to motivate the Mongol warriors who were fighting!

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Winter! Winter! Winter!

With the sound of war drums and horns, more Mongol soldiers climbed the earthen wall and launched a deadly assault on the Ming army.

The Li Shan and Li Zhong brothers were already a little exhausted, and they didn't know how many Mongol soldiers they had blocked the attack, let alone that they had just cut down a few Mongols, they only felt that the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands had become extremely heavy.

Every time I raised my arm to block, it was as if I had exhausted my last strength.

Every attack on the enemy also made the brothers breathless.

The comrades-in-arms beside them fell one after another, even the most courageous President Qian, who was the most courageous on weekdays, had fallen in a pool of blood at this time, with two severed spear heads stuck in his chest.

At this time, a sudden roar came, and a Mongolian soldier stabbed Li Shan's shoulder with a spear in his hand, Li Shan wanted to use the shield in his hand to block, but the tired nerves made him slow to react, and the arm was raised halfway, and the Mongolian soldier's spear pierced into the gap in his armor.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced from his shoulder to his heart, causing Li Shan to fall backwards.

The Mongolian soldier in front of him pulled out the spear in his hand fiercely, and then stabbed Li Shan in the face to understand his life.

Li Shan had also closed his eyes in despair at this time and waited for death.

Suddenly.

Bang of the bell!

I saw a red Ming soldier stabbing obliquely from the side, and slammed the mace in his hand on the head of the Mongolian soldier, and suddenly a cloud of blood mist collapsed.

The Mongol soldier immediately fell to the ground, lifeless.

Li Shan raised his eyes and saw that this life-saving benefactor, who was covered in blood and had a large stain on his face, was none other than Achina!

That is, Zhao Jin, a Ming soldier in his own flag team!

After Zhao Jin killed the Mongolian soldier with a blow to Langya Bang, he scolded Li Shan who was lying on the ground.

"Holy shit! You want me to save you!"

"This kindness, you remember it for Lao Tzu!"

Zhao Jin, or Achina, continued to pick up the mace in his hand and rushed into the battle again.

Li Shan looked at Achina, who was as brave as a crazy tiger, and a wry smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Jurchen Tartar, I owe you a life!"

Li Shanyu held his shoulders in pain, slowly retreated to the side, and leaned against the earthen wall.

Suddenly.

His palm seemed to touch a familiar object.

Li Shan hurriedly looked down and saw that it was a musket of the Ming Hongwu standard.

At this time, after a long period of hand-to-hand combat, these originally hot muskets had cooled down.

Leaning against the earthen wall, he pulled out a powder bag and lead from the waist of a Ming corpse.

Li Shan calmly filled up.

It just so happened that at this time, as soon as Li Shan finished loading, he saw a Mongolian soldier holding an iron spear and trying to sneak attack Aqina in front of him from behind.

Bang! A musket rang out!

The musket in Li Shan's hand knocked the Mongol soldier to the ground.

Achina, also known as Zhao Jin, glanced back and found that it was a Mongolian enemy who was preparing to sneak attack behind, and then he saw Li Shan, who was smoking muskets in the rear.

Li Shan looked at Zhao Jin and said loudly, "Aqina, I also killed one, which can be regarded as repaying your favor!"

"The two of us, no one owes anyone now."

Arkina grinned, then ignored it and continued to turn around and plunge into the fight.

After nearly an hour of fighting, the 20,000 Mongolian elites made no progress against the steppe fort defended by the 3,000 Ming army.

Seeing the tragic life-for-life exchange between the two sides on the earthen wall, even Toyin Timur realized that the situation seemed to be not good.

Timur looked at the Ming army in front of him who was desperately resisting, and he couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart.

If he led the elite of the guards to launch the final blow, and still couldn't break through the defenses of these Ming troops, then this surprise attack would be a failure.

After all, the 20,000 elite of Mongolia had already lost more than 3,000 people at this time, and according to this loss ratio, the average ordinary army would have collapsed long ago.

If he can't defeat the Ming army in the final blow, then this time there is no hope of winning again.

Subsequently, Taein Timur finished arranging his last elite.

Just as he was about to give the order to attack, to make the final desperate blow.

In the north, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves and trumpets.

All the Ming and Mongol soldiers who were fighting on the battlefield were stunned by this sudden sound.

The soldiers on both sides stepped back, then looked up in the direction where the voice was coming from.

At this time, several of the soldiers around Luo Guanzhong had already fallen, and the originally new and bright armor was also stained with blood.

Luo Guanzhong also raised his eyes and saw bright red flags on the grass in the north.

These red flags are getting closer and more and more, more and more!

Flags are burning on the grassland like wildfire!

It swept in the direction of the steppe fort at the speed of wildfire!

"Reinforcements!"

"Our Ming reinforcements!"

Luo Guanzhong and his soldiers were all overjoyed when they saw those familiar red flags!

They all knew that this was the Ming army from the northern fortresses who came to support them, although the number may only be a few thousand, but as a new force that had just joined, with the cooperation of the Ming army inside and outside, it was enough to defeat this 20,000 already chaotic Mongolian army!

At this time, Timur also saw clearly these sudden Ming reinforcements.

Looking at these sudden Ming army reinforcements, Timur felt helpless in his heart!

He really couldn't figure it out, he obviously had an advantage in numbers, whether it was the Ming army in this steppe fort or the Ming army in the small fortresses in the north, they couldn't compare with him in numbers, but they were not afraid of themselves at all.

Even, his own army of 20,000 besieged 3,000 people, but he couldn't attack it for a long time!

Moreover, those Ming troops were obviously inferior in numbers, but they dared to come to the rescue.

This will to fight without fear of death made Taeki Timur have no intention of fighting again.

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Decaine Timur shouted again and again.

As the call to retreat sounded, the Mongol soldiers who were fighting on the earthen walls no longer had the courage.

In desperation, they jumped off the earthen wall and fled to the rear.

Everyone searched for or competed for horses in the steppe, and then hurried away from the battlefield following in the footsteps of Tayin Timur.

Some of the Mongolian soldiers who were wounded and fell to the ground could not follow the retreat of the large army, so they could only drag their wounded bodies and crawl on the ground with difficulty.

They also tried to snatch some horses and fled with the large army.

But how could the Ming army, which was already demoralized, let these people escape!

Under the leadership of Luo Guanzhong, the Ming army rushed down from the grassland fort!

For the Mongol soldiers who could not escape, they were slashed and killed.

The terrible wail sounded again on the battlefield!

Timur knew that his surprise plan had failed, and he would definitely not be able to continue to entangle with the Ming army.

Timur now only wants to join his brother Wang Baobao, and it is better not to fight the terrible enemy of the Ming army again!

Tayin Timur did not want to fight the Ming army anymore, but the Ming army did not think so.

Especially those Ming soldiers who rushed to support, after seeing the Mengyuan enemy fleeing in the wilderness, they were even more murderous one by one.

"Brothers, chase it!"

"Don't let the Tartars run away!"

"Cut off people's heads and earn military merits!"

On the vast grassland, a magical scene immediately appeared.

Thousands of Ming soldiers screamed and pursued tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, and what was even more amazing was that none of these Mongolian cavalry dared to turn back and fight back, and all of them fled with their lives.

"Too much deception!"

When Timur saw this, his heart was furious.

He decided to teach these pursuing Ming troops some lessons.

However, the 1,000 Mongolian elites sent out later were immediately killed by the Ming army's firearms, swords and guns.

Seeing this, the remaining Mongolian soldiers had no intention of fighting, and they ran away even more desperately!

"This, this, how is this possible!

」

Taphina Timur couldn't believe what was in front of him.

It's just that the Mengyuan soldiers are not good at attacking the city, why are the field battles now completely crushed by the Ming army?

"My lord, let's go!"

"The Ming army has caught up!"

The two pro-soldiers on the left and right said with sad faces next to Tahrim.

Timur did not say anything, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but the Ming army was approaching, and Timur had to flee with his horse's head!

Under the sunset of the steppe, tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry fled in the northwest direction.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The almost exhausted soldiers of the Ming army let out a hearty cheer!

Luo Guanzhong looked at the enemy's fleeing figure, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Such a big advantage is on the side of the Mongols, but they still fled, from now on, as long as the banner of the Ming Dynasty is raised, there will be no more Mongols who dare to fight!"

"Mobei Grassland, from now on, it will change owners!"

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After three days and three nights, he finally came to the vicinity of Da Zhu'er and met his brother Wang Baobao.

The capital of the Mongol state was established by Genghis Khan, and its location was northwest of the fishing sea.

When Timur was running away, he had already heard the news of Wang Baobao's defeat in the fishing sea.

Now the two brothers met at Da Fen, and both of them had a look of discouragement on their faces.

"Brother, I led my men to rush forward without their lives, and they fought forward without their lives, but they couldn't defeat the Ming army, they died so much but refused to surrender, I really won't fight this kind of battle!

！」 Decaused, Timur said to Wang Baobao in a crying tone.

"Okay, I got it." Wang Baobao's face was gloomy.

Because of the situation encountered by Timur in the battle with the Ming army, he did not encounter it, and the Ming army in the fishing sea was obviously caught in its own surprise passivity, but they did not collapse and surrender no matter how they were beaten.

In the current situation, the two brothers did not hug their heads and cry, they were already strong enough.

"The Ming army is really terrible, we can't fight them anymore, there are heavy losses in the fishing area, let's make plans early." Degratuiti Timur continued.

In fact, Wang Baobao had already thought about it, and the Ming army's super combat effectiveness in the fishing sea this time was no longer something that the Mengyuan army could deal with.

"National hatred and family hatred! How can you say that if you give up, you will give up?"

Just as Timur and Wang Baobao were about to discuss countermeasures, a voice came from outside the big tent.

The person who came was none other than Zhao Min.

Zhao Min witnessed the defeat and retreat of the Haimengyuan army of the fishermen, and now Timur's operation to block the rear route of the Ming army has failed.

She's in a hurry!

Zhao Min knew that if the Ming army could not be allowed to pay a heavy price in Mobei, then Meng Yuan would never have a chance to defeat the Ming army again.

Once the Ming army consolidated Mobei, the Mongols had little chance of defeating the Ming army again.

Therefore, Zhao Min knew that they had to regroup and defeat the Ming army as soon as possible in order to avenge their previous family hatred and national hatred.

Wang Baobao and Taphin Timur knew that what Zhao Min said was correct.

However, they are now at a loss as to how to deal with the Ming army.

Wang Baobao said in a deep voice, "Sister, what do you think we should do now?"

"The Ming army is too strong, if we fight with them again, I am afraid that the little strength we have left in our hands will not be enough."

Wang Baobao clearly knew that this place in Mobei was a cruel life and death Shura field.

Once there are no troops in their hands, not only can the Ming army easily kill them, but even the surrounding Warat people or the vassal kings of any other tribe can eat them without even bones and dregs.

After all, the Mongols suffered a great defeat in the fishing sea, and many people lost their relatives and property, although this hatred should be counted on the head of the Ming army, but there will also be people on the head of Wang Baobao.

The same doubts were given to Tamur.

Timur asked, "Minmin, we don't have enough soldiers and horses now, if we fight hard with the Ming army, I'm afraid we won't even be able to keep the capital to save our lives!"

How to preserve themselves is already their first priority.

When Zhao Min heard the words of Wang Baobao and the two brothers, he also knew that he had to give them ideas, and he couldn't let them be so discouraged.

I saw Zhao Min take out a thick book from a bag behind him, and then said to Wang Baobao and Tayin Timur, "Two brothers, I don't know if you have heard of the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"

Decause, Timur and Wang Baobao looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

None of them had ever heard of the name of the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, or what the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties was.

Wang Baobao and Tayin Timur both had puzzled expressions.

"I haven't heard of it!"

"Is it the art of war?"

Zhao Min put the book in his hand in front of Wang Baobao and Deyin Timur, and then said, "Although "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties" is not the art of war, I have read this book is not much worse than the art of war!"

"Such a great book?"

"What the hell is it?"

"Where did this Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties come from?"

Tayin Timur and Wang Baobao asked in unison.

Zhao Min immediately said, "This Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties was written by Zhu Ming's Hubu Shangshu Daru Shi Nai'an!"

"Shi Nai'an? I haven't heard of it!" Decalaminated Timur shook his head and said.

Wang Baobao had a serious look on his face, he nodded and said, "I know the name Shi Nai'an!"

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