"The Ming Army... The Ming army is coming... The Ming army is coming, run! ”

"Damn, leave the cattle and sheep alone, get the weapon, get the weapon!"

"Niang... Auntie, where are you..."

Roars and weepings rang out in the Warat camp.

Hearing that the army had entered, the panicked herdsmen were scurrying around like headless flies.

The men were armed with all kinds of weapons, and they didn't bother to lead the horses, so they rushed out of the tent.

The women, holding daggers and other short weapons, held their children and looked in the direction of the curtain in horror, hiding in the corners of the tents and shivering.

"Kill!"

Zhu Zhangui took the lead, and the war knife in his hand kept waving left and right.

Men, old people, children, women.

Whoever stands in his way will be slain.

Yu Qian, who was following closely behind him, also had red eyes and roared angrily.

At this moment, this reader full of poetry and books did not have the politeness of the past, and he also became a killing demon.

As soon as the Ming army entered the camp, they were divided into countless squads and scattered.

Kill, burn tents, and throw out the earth-shattering thunder that you carry with you.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Ming army used all the means at their disposal to kill and destroy like crazy.

The fire spread rapidly, and soon the entire camp was filled with flames.

The Warats, who were suddenly attacked, fought hard.

Fight with intention, under unintentional.

Coupled with the fact that many people were not equipped with armor, the Warat people were killed by the Ming army and bled like a river.

Because the scene was too chaotic, the Warats did not know how many people the Ming army came.

The Warat defense soldiers, who were in charge of guarding the camp, organized several times to drive the Ming army out, but they were scattered by muskets and thunder.

Zhu Zhangui, who led a team of cavalry, rushed all the way to the center of the camp.

Mahamu's family should be there.

Zhu Zhangui doesn't care about Mahamu's wife and daughter, what he cares about most is Mahamu's grandson.

This guy is the one who will bring countless traumas to Daming in the future.

Although it is no longer possible in this era, this guy is still Zhu Zhangui's killer.

No one can say for sure what a person's luck is.

A person who can become a hegemon will rise for other reasons even if the world changes in the future.

So in order to prevent accidents.

The grandson of Mahamu will die today.

"Puff puff..."

Rush all the way.

The knife in Zhu Zhangui's hand was full of gaps, and after snatching a large knife from a Warat rebel, Zhu Zhangui threw out the knife full of gaps in his hand, nailing a Warat man who drew a bow and shot arrows.

After identifying the direction left and right, Zhu Zhangui soon saw a group of Warat cavalry guarding a slightly ornate camp tent, escorting several gorgeously dressed men and women preparing to leave.

"Leave these little minions alone, follow me to catch Mahamu's family."

Zhu Zhangui shouted, and dozens of soldiers who were killing frantically quickly followed Zhu Zhangui and rushed towards the group of people.

"Not good... Akito has spotted us, so let's go. Hurry up and protect my mother and child, and the others will come with me to stop the Ming army. ”

Finding that the Ming army was killing them, a middle-aged man helped an old woman onto a horse, then put the two children on another horse, explained to some guards, and led the rest of the people to kill Zhu Zhangui.

"Fun!"

Looking at her son who rushed forward, the old woman shouted.

"Father!"

The two little ones also shouted loudly.

"Hurry up, go to Father, and tell him to remember to avenge me."

It was Mahamu's son Tuhuan who rushed to Zhu Zhangui.

Originally, he planned to go on the expedition with Mahamu, but Mahamu felt that there must be an important person in the camp to suppress him, otherwise there would be chaos, so he let him stay.

As a result, I didn't expect the chaos to happen, but Akito called first.

Dehuan couldn't figure it out.

Father was blocked at the mouth of the Three Gorges, how did these Ming people come over?

"Kill!"

Soon the two collided.

Either by coincidence, or by intention.

Zhu Zhangui and Tuohuan fought together, one was desperate for his family, and the other was desperate for Daming.

Both collided with all their might.

Under the force, every collision of the weapon struck a little spark.

The strength of both is not weak.

There were several rounds of fighting, and neither side was able to decide a winner.

"Boy, at your age, being able to lead alone should be very famous in Daming, why haven't I heard of you."

The two collide and spread out the gap.

Tuhuan gasped slightly, looking at Zhu Zhangui, who was covered in blood and his eyes were as ferocious as a wolf.

"I have a lot of talents, and there are many people you haven't heard of."

Zhu Zhangui sneered, rode his horse and waved his knife and rushed forward again.

"Bell, bell, bell" collided again, and the two still couldn't take each other.

The battle next to it was also very tough.

The Warat cavalry guarding the center were all elite.

Although the soldiers brought by Zhu Zhangui this time are all good, they are still a little worse than the elites selected by these specialties.

In just this moment of collision, five or six of the dozens of Ming soldiers who followed were killed.

And on the other side of Warat, three or four people also fell from their horses.

"Boy... Your strength and ability are good, come to our side, what Daming can give you, we will give you double. ”

Tuhuan looked at Zhu Zhangui and began to lure him down.

"Hah..."

Zhu Zhangui sneered disdainfully.

"What are you laughing at!"

Tuohuan frowned.

Zhu Zhangui didn't answer, and charged up again.

"Hmph, I don't know what's wrong!"

Tuohuan snorted coldly, and also rode his horse and waved his knife and rushed up.

"Bang!"

And just when the two were about to collide again, Zhu Zhangui suddenly pulled out a flintlock musket, pointed at Tuohuan and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole instantly burst out of Tuohuan's forehead, and his eyes widened unwillingly and fell off the horse.

"Oh no, Prince Tohuan is dead! Kill him and avenge His Royal Highness. ”

The Warat guards, who were fighting with the Ming army, looked at the fallen Tuohuan and were stunned for a moment, and then roared angrily and rushed towards Zhu Zhangui.

"Bang bang bang..."

Zhu Zhangui's gunfire immediately alerted the other Ming troops.

I killed it so hard just now that I forgot that there was also this life-saving artifact.

After a burst of gunfire, the Warat cavalry who rushed towards Zhu Zhangui fell to the ground.

Zhu Zhangui dismounted and cut off the head of the detached man, stuck it in the knife, raised it high and roared.

"Tuhuan is dead, everyone kneels and surrenders, otherwise there will be no mercy!"

The people around him who were desperately fighting looked at the heads of people who were held high, and Zhu Zhangui, whose eyes were cold and covered in blood.

It was as if the Warats had lost their faith all of a sudden, and they collapsed to the ground as if they had been stripped of their backbones.

"Tuhuan is dead, everyone kneels and surrenders, otherwise there will be no mercy!"

Shouts rang out quickly in the Warat camp.

Many Warat people who could understand the words of the Great Ming Dynasty, looked at the Ming army around them who were frantically slashing, discarded the weapons in their hands in despair, and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands and cried bitterly.

Defeated, completely defeated.

The large battalion is occupied, and the troops at the front, regardless of the outcome of the battle, will definitely lose their morale.

If they can't get back to the camp as soon as possible, the Warat Corps will definitely collapse completely under the attack of the Ming army.

Once the Warat Corps collapsed, the war was completely lost.

And the consequences of defeat on the steppe were that wives and daughters were forcibly occupied, men became slaves, and the old and weak were killed.

Thinking of the results that they were about to face in the future, everyone couldn't help but burst into tears.

But crying and crying, suddenly some people reacted.

"Don't cry, everyone, they are Ming people, not tribes on the grassland, they seem to have some etiquette and shame, and they are very polite to foreigners. As long as we are honest and obedient, and then surrender to them, they will not only not kill us, but will give us something to appease us. ”

After some people reminded me, others also reacted.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

The Central Plains Dynasty came down like fools, defeated them, not only did not enslave them, as long as they verbally surrendered, these Central Plains people would let them go, and when they left, they would leave a large amount of money as a reward.

On the side of the Central Plains people, these seem to be called the way of Confucius and Mencius, what kind of great country style, and the state of etiquette does not kill prisoners.

Thinking of this, the Warats, who were originally desperate, suddenly relieved their hearts.

The people of the Central Plains are good, the people of the Central Plains do not kill prisoners.

First grieve for a while, and when the war is over, they will be safe.

There may even be a large appeasement reward.

The idea quickly spread through the camp.

The Warat people, who were still struggling to resist, gave up their resistance one after another, discarded their weapons, and knelt on the ground, waiting for the Ming army to receive them.

One of the funnier ones.

A Ming soldier rushed to a small camp, and hundreds of Warats appeared on the opposite side.

In the face of so many enemies, this Ming cavalryman thought that he was hacked to death by these guys.

Just when he was about to fight to the death and pull a few pads on his back, the Varat people actually raised their hands and surrendered.

Even the one who led the way kindly tied everyone up with a rope and handed the rope to the Ming cavalryman.

Looking at the rope in his hand, and then at the Warat people who were obediently lined up to follow him, the Ming cavalry looked dazed.

The battle was soon over.

With the appearance of the red sun in the east, the Warat camp was completely occupied.

Groups of Ming cavalry escorted a large pile of Warat captives to a clearing next to the camp.

Looking at the Warat people who did not have any hatred on their faces, but whispered with smiles on their faces, the soldiers of the Ming army looked depressed.

What the fuck is this called?

Are these people so big?

This side has killed so many Warats, and these guys are not only not hateful, but they are all smiling and grinning.

When he met the Ming army, he nodded and said hello, and even helped the Ming army manage the cattle that were running around because of panic and riots.

Some also helped persuade those Vala people who were unwilling to surrender, and personally tied up those who came out to surrender, for fear of tiring the military masters of the Ming Dynasty.

Such a dramatic scene.

Let the soldiers of the Ming army, who are accustomed to every time they break the city, how awkward they look, always feel that these Warat people are not drinking too much goat's milk and drinking their brains stupidly.