"Boom!"

An explosion was accompanied by smoke and screams.

Zhu Zhangui, who had been staring at the gate, was riding on the horse, and his body slowly stood up, the knife in his hand was clenched tightly, and he gave the order to attack at any time.

The cavalry in the rear also held their breath one by one, ready to rush and kill.

But when the smoke clears.

It was a little disappointing to everyone.

The gate, which was made of tree trunks, was only blown out of a small gap, a gap that people could not even climb into.

"!"

Zhu Zhangui couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

The Waratus people who stayed behind were also startled by this sound.

He thought the Ming army had opened fire.

"Kill them, kill them!"

Although he breathed a sigh of relief, he understood that the Ming army would definitely continue.

If this attack comes again, the gate will definitely not be able to withstand it.

At the same time, he also ordered loudly.

Let the idle soldiers in the back move all the things that can be carried to the gate and block them, so that the Ming army can't blow up the gate.

"Damn, fight!"

The officer, who had been hit by a few arrows in his body, saw that the gate only blew a small gap.

Feeling the gradual loss of vitality in his body, he knew that he was so badly injured that he might not survive today. He gritted his teeth and said to the second dog who was carrying the earth-shattering thunder beside him.

"Tie them all to me."

"Three-headed!"

The second dog exclaimed.

"There's no time, you fucking hurry."

Look at more and more of the Warats rushing out, and the Rangers desperately rushing in and shooting those Warats.

The officer roared.

With tears in his eyes, the second dog tied the earth-shattering thunder on his body to the other party.

"Brothers, I'll go first, go back and see my father and mother when I have time, and remember to pour a few pots of good wine on my grave during the New Year's holidays."

The pale-faced officer looked at the surrounding people who were desperately blocking the rain of arrows and the companions of the Warat soldiers who rushed over and slashed.

In the end, he confessed, ignited the fuses that were connected together, and let out the last roar in his life.

"Rush!"

With a loud roar from the officer, the rest of the soldiers who were fending off the rain of arrows and the slashing soldiers who came over pushed their shields and pushed the dozen or so Warat soldiers around them away, opening the gap for the officer.

The officer with the shield in his hand, ignoring the pain of the wounds on his body, ran forward with all his strength, and then threw himself on the side of the gate of the Warat camp.

"Three-headed!"

With tears in their eyes, the others glanced at the officer who had been pierced by the spear, and quickly stepped back.

The officer had six earth-shattering thunderbolts strapped to them, and they were so close that if they didn't retreat, the lethality of the explosion would cover them.

And they retreated for the next attack.

If the officers didn't blow up the gate, the rest of them would continue to blow up the door with the remaining few earth-shattering thunderbolts.

"Boom, boom..."

Six earth-shattering thunderbolts, under the frightened eyes of the Warat pikemen, burst open.

The smoke produced by the black powder covered the entire walled gate.

Everyone was staring in the direction of the gate.

The people of Warat prayed that the gate would be safe and that they would have some more time to block it.

The Ming soldiers were tense one by one, ready to charge again.

"Crunch! Crunch"

"Boom!"

Before the smoke had cleared, there was a sound of wood rubbing.

Then there was a loud bang, and the gate outside the Warat camp was scattered all over the place.

In an instant, the whole scene fell silent.

"Rush!"

With a wave of the war knife in Zhu Zhangui's hand, he was the first to charge on his horse.

"Kill!"

The cavalry behind him instantly let out an excited shout, brandishing swords and various weapons, and followed Zhu Zhangui towards the gate.

Someone might ask.

Why don't you blow up the relatively thin fence wall, but use human lives to blow up the walled gate that is strictly guarded.

The ancient camp camp is not like the film and television drama, just erect a wooden fence and be done.

Except for the direction of the gates.

Everywhere else there were deep trenches dug and full of horses that were rejected.

Even if the wooden fence was blown up, the cavalry would not be able to break through the trench that was several feet wide.

Therefore, they can only attack the gate in the face of the enemy's arrow rain.

The distance between the two sides is only two arrows away.

The horse rushed to charge and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Zhangui took the lead and directly crashed into the still somewhat chaotic team of Warat spears.

The steel knife in his hand is waved from side to side.

With each crack, one of the Warats fell to the ground screaming.

"Block... Plug them up! ”

The Ming army rushed in, and the Warattou people who blocked the door were so anxious that they jumped to their feet, and loudly ordered the soldiers to hurry up and plug the gap.

It's a pity to run with your feet, how can you catch up with a four-legged war horse.

Plus the location at the door, how many people can stand.

The infantry was itself weak in the face of the cavalry that charged at great speed.

And all the people who followed Zhu Zhangui in front were brave and good warriors.

The brothers in front of them paved a road with their lives, if they couldn't rush in again, what kind of face would they have to face those brothers who fought for their lives.

The knights, led by Zhu Zhangui, rumbled through the gates of the Warats

Along the way, he slashed wildly, desperately rushing in.

Their task was not to annihilate the enemy, but to disrupt the rear line of the enemy's camp and give the frontal attacking Ming army a chance to break the enemy in one fell swoop.

Zhu Zhangui ignored the enemy behind him and rushed into the Warat camp.

With the cavalry behind him, he rushed desperately to the front line all the way to the front line despite the enemy's rain of arrows and the Warats who rushed over frantically.

Now everyone, including Zhu Zhangui, no one is afraid, no one is afraid.

Even if there are enemies everywhere around them, and there are constantly comrades who fall off their horses and die, they are not afraid.

There is only one thought in their minds.

Charge, charge, charge.

Break through the camp of the Warat army and give the Ming brothers who are facing the Warat army head-on in front of them a loophole to break the enemy.

In the face of the Ming army charging frantically in the camp, the Warat people were also crazy.

rushed forward one after another, and did not hesitate to fill it with their lives, but also to stop this cavalry unit.

The Warat people armed with bows and arrows, regardless of the risk of accidentally injuring their own people, shot arrows frantically at the Ming army.

"Poof!"

Zhu Zhangui, who led the cavalry to charge and slash wildly, suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulders.

At some point, an arrow slipped into the gap in his armor and hit him in the shoulder.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the numbness coming from his arm, Zhu Zhangui knocked into a few Warats who were blocking the way, ignoring the barb that the arrow missed, gritted his teeth and nailed it to his shoulder, and pulled out the arrow that hindered his movement.

"Poof!"

The arrow was pulled out, bringing up a blood flower.

Zhu Zhangui took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his heart, and glanced at the front camp of the Warat people that could be seen in the distance.

Raising the knife full of gaps, he roared.

"Victory is at hand, brothers kill with me!"

"Kill!"

The cavalrymen, who were covered in blood and whose physical strength was declining rapidly, looked at the indomitable figure.

I suddenly remembered the small figure on the coast, only in his early 10s, holding a long knife and launching a counter-charge against tens of thousands of enemies.

"The Great Khan is not good, the rear camp is broken, the Ming army is rushing here, and it is about to come."

When Zhu Zhangui led the cavalry to charge for his life, a Varat cavalry covered in blood rushed to the front camp.

rushed all the way to Mahamu, fell off the horse weakly, knelt in front of Mahamu, and reported with a crying voice, the last thing Mahamu wanted to hear.

"Poof!"

The scimitar slashed through the soldier's neck, and Mahamu ordered with a cold expression.

"This person is a spy of the Ming army, the purpose is to disturb our military morale, there is no Ming army behind at all, everyone is holding the front and not allowing chaos, those who feel that they disturb the morale of the army will be killed!"

The surrounding generals looked at the dead soldiers, and then at the back camp where there was chaos, and they all fell silent.

Although Mahamu tried his best to conceal the news that the herdsmen's camp had been broken by the Ming army, they still knew a thing or two.

Originally, they thought that at such a point, Mahamu would order surrender and then negotiate with the Ming army. Pay some cattle, sheep and horses, say a few words to soften, choose to surrender to the Ming Dynasty, and everyone will return to the old days.

But they didn't expect Maham to be so crazy.

At this point, not only did he not choose to surrender, but chose to fight to the end.

Nobody wants to die.

They are all high-level people, and they enjoy a life that ordinary herders do not enjoy every day.

They haven't had enough of this kind of good life, and they don't want to lose or die like this.

"Great Khan, give up, we are completely defeated."

A general gritted his teeth and stood up and told the truth of the defeat.

"Poof!"

Another flash of swords.

The general who stood up, clutching his blood-spurting neck, did not dare to confidently watch Mahamu fall.

Maham carried the blood-dripping scimitar and pointed at all the generals present, his eyes full of madness.

"As I said, if any more liars are killed, will you make me surrender?"

"Zeng, Zeng, Zeng..."

The guards around Mahamu drew their weapons and surrounded these generals.

These people are all followers of Mahamu who swear to death, and even if Mahamu takes them to death, they will not hesitate.

Look at Mahamu's crazy eyes.

Everyone understands that Maham has gone mad.

Now he only has victory in his eyes, and whoever dares to say anything against it will definitely be hacked to death without hesitation.

"We are willing to follow the Great Khan!"

Although he scolded his mother in his heart, the generals still stroked their chests and saluted to show their submission for the sake of their own lives.

Ma Hamu nodded with satisfaction, pointed to a general and said: "Bulei, you take the people to the back to stop those Ming troops, the Ming army in front has no strength to attack, as long as we push them back and reoccupy the mouth of the Three Gorges, the enemy behind is nothing, and the victory will still belong to us in the end." ”

The surrounding generals scolded in their hearts.

Didn't you just say there were no enemies in the back?

How can you say that there are enemies again?

Although he was angry and wanted to break Mahamu's body into thousands of pieces, looking at the Mahamu guards surrounding them, he could only grit his teeth and lower his head one by one, not letting Mahamu see their resentful eyes.

"Boom... Boom..."

"Kill!"

"The one who captures Mahamu alive will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver, and his head will be taken and 8,000 taels of silver!"

Just when the general named Bray was ordered to leave.

Suddenly there was a rumbling of horses' hooves from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Ming troops rushed out and killed them.

The leader of the Ming army, who was covered in blood and could no longer see his face clearly, even pointed to Mahamu's Daxu and shouted a heavy reward.

Fighting all the way to the exhausted cavalry of the Ming army, looking at the fluttering Daxu and the group of generals below, they screamed excitedly.

Ranwen

kicked and hit the war horse that could no longer run, brandished the potholed weapon, and rushed towards Ma Hamu and the others desperately.

The old man who climbed to the mouth of the Three Gorges to watch the battle happened to see this scene in the telescope.

"Good!"

Looking at his eldest grandson, who was covered in blood and could no longer see his human appearance, Zhu Di shook his fist excitedly.

Throwing away the binoculars in his hand, he turned over and climbed on the war horse, pulled out his long knife, and pointed at the Wara army formation that was blocking the Ming army and roared.

"The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, your grandson, my grandson Zhu Zhangui, has penetrated the military camp of the Warat people from the rear."

"Victory is in front of us, we are not afraid of death to charge with me, break the Warat army formation, and take Mahamu's head!"

"Kill!"

A roar.

The old man took the lead, following the slope built by the Warats, and rushed to the Warats' military formation.

The soldiers of the Ming army, who were attacking the Wara army array, saw that their noble and respected emperor actually came to the front line from the rear to take the lead in the charge.

The soldiers of the Ming army, who had originally let the attack be blocked, and their momentum was already a little weak, and their morale reached its peak again.

They followed Zhu Di one by one, and launched a crazy charge in the face of the rain-dense arrows of the Warat people.