"It's too much to deceive, it's too much to deceive!"

His eyes were red, like a mad beast, and he smashed the things in his hands to the ground.

It was a woman's profane garment.

Along with the profane garment, there was also a golden sword.

The golden knife indicates the identity of the captive, and the profane clothes express the attitude of the Ming army.

This time it was a dirty garment, and I can't say for sure next time.

Maybe it's a part of the human body, or maybe it's a living person naked.

The Ming army's move was simply riding on the neck and straining.

"Pass the order and prepare for a decisive battle with the Ming army!"

"Taishi, don't you retreat?"

These days, the Ming army is approaching step by step, and Warat is retreating step by step, and everyone is used to it.

Suddenly said that he wanted to fight, but he was a little unaccustomed.

He couldn't help but roar and said: "Behind you is the River of Difficulty, where to retreat?" ”

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, it's that he really can't fight.

Therefore, in the face of the aggressive offensive of the Ming army, they had to endure again and again, and retreat again and again.

However, the bad news continued one after another, the Orhun camp was flattened, Boyan was killed in battle, and Qiqike, who went out to recruit troops, also fell into the hands of the Ming army and suffered humiliation.

Now that this has happened, is there any way back......

If you escape there, you may be able to save your life, but if your home is gone, what is the use of keeping this life?

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Let's fight!

Just like the Ming army in Tumubao, they broke the kettle and fought against the water.

Fight!

If you win the war, you can continue to dominate the grassland, and even wave your army south.

If you lose, then it will be gone!

Lao Tzu is not affected by this bird's anger!

Woowoo......

A low trumpet sounded, and the countless Varats began to assemble.

This black oppressive man and horse is already all the strength of the Warat people, and they are like a tide, surging towards the Ming army.

At the front, the Ming army had already begun to set up a chariot formation and reject horses.

If you want to break through the Ming army's car formation, the only way is to attack it in a dense formation, otherwise, the scattered cavalry is almost no different from sending it to death.

This is also where I am most worried.

Because of the intensive charge, it just gave the Ming army's artillery a chance to take advantage of.

But at this point, there is no way back, only a desperate battle.

He took a deep breath and slowly shouted two words.

"Attack!"

At this time, the Ming army's vehicle array had already been arranged.

Zhu Qizhen rode a horse, stood under the big curtain, and quietly looked ahead.

As a manager, he shouldn't have been so high, but he still insisted on standing here.

The Warats are now fighting on their back, and their cavalry will unleash a frenzied assault.

This battle will be related to the ownership of the grassland, if the Warat people desperately tear out a hole, then the entire army may be instantly collapsed.

Today, he wants to personally destroy the last glimmer of hope of Yexian, and completely end the hundred-year-old grievances between Daming and Beiyuan!

The generals were silent.

They stared closely at Da Xuan behind the emperor, and at this moment, what they thought of in their hearts was Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, and Lan Yu......

The generals who were invincible at the beginning have long since passed away, and since Emperor Taizong, there has never been a single army and horse that can defeat the main Mongol force and retreat.

Today, they're making history.

It seems that the heroic spirits of the ancestors are attached to them at this moment.

The commanders of each faction led their men and horses into their own positions.

Military orders were constantly conveyed from position to position.

100,000 Ming troops, set up the formation, and made the final preparations.

Zhu Qizhen pulled out the long sword at his waist, he looked up at the sky, and under the sky, countless heroic spirits of the ancestors were looking at him.

"Kill!"

Thundered......

Thundered......

Countless horses' hooves trampled over, and the whole grassland trembled.

Facing the Warat cavalry, which was like a flood that opened the gates, the Ming army instinctively feared.

Although they sang all the way, they were all chasing the eyes of the Warat people, and it was the first time that they had fought face-to-face in such a face-to-face battle.

Zhu Qizhen knew this very well, and wanted the Ming army to completely overcome this psychological obstacle, and there was no better way than to defeat the enemy army head-on.

"Fan Zhong, let's move forward a little more."

"No, Your Majesty!"

Fan Zhong was very anxious, there were no eyes on the battlefield, in case he was hit by the loss, what could the 100,000 army behind him do?

Zhu Qizhen said calmly: "Let all the soldiers see that I, like everyone, am in front of the battle!" ”

Fan Zhong had no choice but to pass on the order, and the pro-soldier team worked hard to protect the emperor's safety.

Zhu Qizhen did not let the artillery start to attack, because if he attacked now, he could certainly defeat the vanguard of the Warats, but the army behind was likely to flee directly.

It's hard to force me to come to the decisive battle before, if you just shoot people away in the face, Mobei is so big, you can't take 100,000 people to find the map, right?

If the remnants of the Warats find a place to develop indecently, they will make a comeback when their wings are mature.

Therefore, it is necessary to seize this opportunity and destroy it completely.

Now it is necessary to wait for the Warat strikers to charge to the front of the formation, and then order the artillery to cut off the ranks behind them.

Only in this way can the entire army of Warat fall into the battlefield, and it cannot be left, but can only fight.

Sure enough, the Warats did not use their best tactics, and first wandered around the periphery, waiting for an opportunity to charge, obviously the Warats were extremely afraid of the Ming army's artillery, and only looked forward to immediately rushing into the car formation and fighting with the Ming army.

Countless war horses came from all directions.

"Fireman, fire!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Countless lead bullets, like flying locusts, shot out, and in the Warat array, people kept falling to the ground.

More of the Warats were still wielding swords and galloping on horseback.

Even the Warats who were shot just snorted and fell off their horses.

The people of the desert have long been living and dying, and today, they don't care about life or death.

Thousands of horses galloped, and countless Warats were already red-eyed, and they seemed to be mad and charged forward, completely ignoring the fire bolts in front of them.

Finally, the vanguard of the Warats rushed to the front of the Ming formation.

Zhu Qizhen's clenched fists suddenly raised, and the herald waved the military flag.

Thundered!

The Shenji battalion received a signal, and the artillery began to attack.

Countless cannonballs smashed into the rear of the Warats, and with a bang, the flowering shells exploded in an instant, and countless iron filings and lead pellets scattered out in all directions, and the nearby Warats instantly screamed and fell off their horses.

At the same time, the vanguard of the Warat cavalry had already rushed into the car formation.

"Kill!"

The crowded Ming army stabbed out their spears one after another.

The Ming troops on the front line, most of whom were the most elite personal soldiers, and they had very rich combat experience, and immediately launched an attack on the Warat people who rushed into the car formation.

The Warats were already fighting for their lives, regardless of casualties, desperately attacking the car formation.

However, all they saw was a steady stream of Ming troops, swarming with spears or shields.

Every time the Warat people rushed out of a gap with their lives, the next second, they had been blocked by the Ming army again.

Countless corpses of the Warats and ownerless horses were piled up.

But this hill of corpses piled up was quickly used by the Warat people who had been killed since then, and they rode horses, with the help of corpses, became a ladder to climb the chariot array, stepped over the corpse mountain, and then, the horses jumped down from the chariot and killed into the Ming army. Like a tiger going down the mountain, he entered the formation of the Ming army, or was stabbed down by a spear, or trampled on a horse, and slashed with a knife.

Human life has fallen like a mustard, and the beautiful grassland has turned into a battlefield of Shura.