The north wind howled, rolling yellow sand and blowing on the ancient city wall of Badaling.

As the wind and sand became more and more violent, covering the morning light, the sand and dust swirled in their ears with a terrible scream, and the eyes of the fascinated people could not open.

In the yellow sand in the sky, several wolf smoke rose into the sky, countless black dots galloped, and the earthquake trembled, rumbling like thunderbolt spring thunder, and even the silent city wall trembled.

There was no time left for the Ming army to prepare, and a general attack was launched directly.

After the army was flooded, more than 30,000 people were lost, and with the number of people lost by Boyan and Ara, only 80,000 of the 120,000 army remained.

The only consolation is that this time the Ming army retreated in a hurry, and it didn't even have time to take the artillery away.

The twelve great general's cannons are simply priceless treasures for Warat, who lacks firearms.

Looking at these swarthy big guys, I suddenly felt that the loss of 30,000 people was also acceptable.

It's just that the Ming army was able to get out of the predicament of Tumubao step by step, and when he left, he stabbed himself with his backhand, which was like a fish in his throat and could not be swallowed.

An army of more than 100,000 went out to fight, and just went back in such a gloomy manner, don't I lose face first?

So it was decided at the moment to take advantage of the exhaustion of the Ming army to gather all the troops to attack Juyong Pass, but he did not expect that the other party would directly put his troops in Badaling.

This is better, because in front of Badaling is a flat river, and a large army can be deployed, which is more beneficial to the attacker.

This time, the two sides have omitted the intrigue between you and me, and it is a pure competition of hard power.

Countless Warat cavalry galloped with yellow sand, thousands of horses galloped, and the ground shook the mountains.

The faces of these people were full of longing for battle, their eyes were full of excitement and greed, and countless snow-bright scimitars were raised in their thick arms, shining in the light of the day.

They're coming!

The sand and dust and war horses are mixed with the sky and the earth, and there is an incomparable shock in the desolation, no matter how great you are, in front of this incomparable momentum, you will become incomparably small.

On the city wall, Zhu Qizhen's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of solemnity.

"Soldiers, ready!"

Tens of thousands of Ming troops were already ready, and when they saw the emperor staying on the front line to command the battle, they looked nervous but full of confidence.

Everyone knew it was an uphill battle, but no one was afraid.

Once in Tumubao, the Ming Emperor personally led the army to win successive battles, and now the Ming army is a veteran of the battlefield.

Battlefield, can turn cowards into warriors!

Eight hundred steps, six hundred steps, five hundred steps......

More than 10,000 iron horsemen of the Warat people advanced forward at a very fast speed, and gradually, the sound became louder and louder, and the dust and sand raised ten miles in front of them into an impenetrable fog, faintly, the mane and hooves of the war horses, and the felt hats on the heads of the Warats, were clearly visible.

Everyone's hearts were tense, and they stared into the distance, and the handle of the knife in their hand was about to be crushed.

Sand and dust swept across the face, pouring into the corners of the mouth, bitter taste.

Zhu Qizhen spat on the ground and pulled out the sword at his waist.

"Fire!"

Bang!

Bang!

The cannon on the rampart began to roar, spitting out angry tongues into the distance.

The cannonballs, carrying the whistling wind, drew a beautiful arc, and were falling in the formation of the Warat cavalry, and for a while blood and yellow sand flew together.

The bloody light seemed to arouse the ferocity of the Warats, and the footsteps of the large army did not stop at all, they stepped on the corpses of their horses and companions, and shouted slogans that the Ming army did not understand, like rolling dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

On the city wall, the artillery roared incessantly, and the chambers of the cannons were hot, but in front of tens of thousands of troops, this firepower was only a drop in the bucket, and the Warats left hundreds of corpses behind and continued to advance forward.

"Archer!"

With a wave of the sword in Zhu Qizhen's hand, the archers on the city wall raised their longbows, and the arrows were fired out in unison like flying locusts.

The Warats who had rushed to the front fell from their horses, but their comrades behind them turned a blind eye, and they quickly passed their wounded comrades, and in the blink of an eye they reached the bottom of the city, drew their bows and arrows, and shot at the city.

Under the cover of bows and arrows, the Warats began to attack the city, and they divided into several assault groups, some attacked the city gate from the front, some set up ladders from the perimeter, and some began to climb the mountains and mountains, trying to find weak points in the defense.

However, there were no loopholes in the defense of the Ming army, and the two sides fought hard.

"Fire Battalion, the south wall has collapsed, immediately divide fifty people to go!"

"More men at the gates!"

"There is a small force in the valley to the north, come over the mountain, hurry up and help!"

"Damn, there's someone coming up over there again, Fan Zhong, kill the enemy with me!"

Zhu Qizhen was halfway through the command, and rushed forward with his sword.

Fan Zhong hurriedly followed, and fought with the Warat people who climbed the city wall.

The Warat people not only have excellent riding skills, but also have superb knife skills, and they feed on beef and mutton all the year round, and they have great strength, and there are never superfluous tricks, and every knife has a thousand potentials.

However, when the soldiers saw Zhu Qizhen personally go into battle to kill the enemy, they were greatly encouraged, and countless shouts rose to the sky, and then dozens of corpses of the Warat people were thrown behind.

The battle has entered the white heat, the Warat people have suffered heavy losses, the Ming army is also constantly decreasing, and the blood on the city wall has stained the dust and sand of the desert red.

There are sword lights everywhere, blood stains everywhere, and the small Badaling has instantly evolved into a coordinate that will always be remembered in the history of the Ming Dynasty and Warat.

"Ahh

A long howl sounded, and a Ming soldier was red-eyed, and he actually shook off the thigh that had already been cut off by the Warats, jumped up on one leg, and fiercely pressed the enemy under him, and opened his mouth to bite the opponent's neck.

The Navarat roared, and a scimitar pierced his chest, and with a single pick, it dug out his intestines and spilled blood all over the ground.

This scene happened to be seen by Zhu Qizhen, and he rushed over like crazy and stabbed a sword into the chest of the Warat people.

"I'll grass your ancestor!"

Zhu Qizhen roared with all his might, his eyes cracked, and the long sword in his hand kept stabbing down.

Seeing his crazy appearance, he was suddenly startled and hurriedly protected him.

"Your Majesty, he's dead......"

Zhu Qizhen didn't listen to it at all, but kept swinging his sword, stabbing out one sword after another.

"Your Majesty!"

Fan Zhong hugged the crazy Zhu Qizhen hard and shouted in his ear: "He's dead, dead!" ”

Only then did Zhu Qizhen react, threw away the long sword in his hand, and leaned over to squat in front of the Ming soldier.

This person was covered in blood, and he couldn't survive, Zhu Qizhen saw that he wanted to help him stop the bleeding, but he didn't know where to start.

"You...... What do you think? ”

"Emperor, Emperor......"

Although this person is dying, his face is full of smiles, he is just an ordinary pawn, he has never thought in this life, and he does not dare to think that the Ming Emperor is half-kneeling in front of him like this, so concerned about his life and death.

"What else do you want, tell me!"

At this moment, he didn't use the title of I.

"Small...... Small...... No regrets in this life! ”

After saying that, the man tilted his head and lost his breath.

Zhu Qizhen picked up the dragon-patterned sword on the ground, and angry flames ignited in his eyes again.

"Kill!"