"Whew..."

Heavy gasps erupted from Zhu Zhangui's mouth and nose, and the injured hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

shook his head vigorously to make the scene of the Mohu Lake in front of him clearer.

Half Moon Rush.

The two consecutive battles have already made Zhu Zhangui and the attacking soldiers reach the limit of physical strength and spirit.

If it weren't for the last breath, I'm afraid that many people would fall down directly and sleep hard for a few days and nights.

At this point in the war, strategy and tactics are already secondary.

Now all is supported by the last perseverance of soldiers and generals.

The Ming army and Warat.

Whoever can't hold on to the two sides is the loser.

"Yu Qian, how many more people do we have!"

Looking at the Mahamu banner that was being guarded layer by layer, Zhu Zhangui tightened the knife that had been curled in his hand, and asked Yu Qian loudly how many people were still there.

"Less than 500!"

It was not Yu Qian's voice that answered Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui glanced back, and at some point, Yu Qian, who had been following him closely, had disappeared at this time.

I don't know if I fell on the battlefield or was scattered by the enemy.

Zhu Zhangui stood on the horse's pedal with a slight force on his legs, looking at the entire battlefield.

On the frontal front, the Ming army has launched a full-scale offensive.

The front of the Warats is retreating, and it is in danger of collapsing at any moment.

The Vala camp behind him was still screaming at this time.

Obviously, the other cavalry who were stopped were still fighting hard.

On their own side.

The Warats are shooting arrows and attacking frantically, trying to pinch themselves to death as the worm that has entered the belly of the Warats.

There are less than 500 soldiers who are by Zhu Zhangui's side, and they are trying their best to fight the enemy at this time.

"The left front has been breached!"

Just when Zhu Zhangui was thinking about how to break through the defense line of the thousands of people in front of him and kill Mahamu's side.

A loud roar of surprise rang out behind him.

Zhu Zhangui turned his head to look at the left line, and saw a dragon flag, waving in the wind in the smoke and flames.

Under that banner, a man he knew very well was brandishing a knife and slashing to kill.

Beside the figure.

Zhu Zhangui's second and third uncles were desperately guarding that person and rushing forward.

Behind the trio.

Countless cavalry of the Ming army let out a heaven-shattering cry and rushed forward with momentum.

Maybe it's morale upset.

Or maybe it was shocked by the morale of the Ming army.

The Warats, who were blocking the left line, were finally penetrated under the attack led by that man.

The man who broke through the enemy's line came straight to his side.

Zhu Zhangui looked behind him, and the big flag with the red character of yellow silk was hung, and understood that the other party knew that he was here according to this flag.

"Boom... Boom..."

That team was invincible, and no one dared to stop them all the way, and they killed it mightily, and repelled the Warat people who were surrounding Zhu Zhangui.

"Hahaha, good boy!"

As the Warats were scattered.

A hearty laugh that Zhu Zhangui was very familiar with sounded.

The old man, who only had a little blood on his body, rushed to Zhu Zhangui's side on a fast horse, and punched Zhu Zhangui excitedly.

"Grandpa!"

Looking at the familiar face, Zhu Zhangui's blood-covered face showed a happy smile.

"Good, good!"

The old man applauded excitedly.

Glancing at the soldiers around Zhu Zhangui who were in tattered clothes and covered with blood, the old man said loudly.

"Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, your exploits will be remembered by everyone in the Ming Dynasty, but now is not the time to celebrate."

The old man raised his knife and pointed at the banner of Mahamu.

"That old bastard of Mahamu is not dead yet, sons, you can have the strength to fight with a certain chong again!"

"Kill!"

Although their strength had been exhausted and their bodies were full of wounds, large and small, the soldiers still raised their weapons full of gaps and roared loudly.

"Okay, I defeated Mahamu, on the day of the celebration, I and you will not get drunk at night and will not return, and the sons and daughters will be killed with me!"

The old man roared wildly, raised his weapon and swung forward.

"Kill!"

The encouragement of the emperor in person made the soldiers who were originally physically exhausted seem to have been reborn.

They were like wild beasts that had escaped their cages, screaming like madmen, desperately attacking the last line of defense to protect Mahamu.

"Kill!"

With the old man by his side, Zhu Zhangui naturally didn't dare to rush and kill recklessly.

No way, the old man's banner is too attractive to the target.

The enemy seems to know that if they kill the old man, they will have a chance to fight back.

One by one, regardless of the rush of other Ming troops, they desperately drew their bows and shot arrows at the old man's side.

Afraid that the old man would be injured, Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui desperately waved their weapons to block the rain of arrows.

"What are you three bastards doing around me, Lao Tzu fights more than you eat salt, do you need to protect me? Get out of here! ”

The old man, who was surrounded by the three of them, saw that the three of them didn't even give him a chance to kill the enemy, so he scolded angrily.

When he was charging just now, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui, as well as some generals of the 3,000 battalion, desperately surrounded him, for fear that he would encounter any enemy.

The old man has charged until now, and the knife in his hand has not even cut two people.

"Grandpa, although you can boost morale by taking the lead in the charge, we really don't dare to relax our vigilance for your safety, if you are injured, it will affect the whole army."

"Why don't you step back a little and let the brothers protect you, and the second and third uncles and I will go and capture Mahamu for you."

Zhu Zhangui had a bitter face, looked at the old man and persuaded him.

This old man doesn't know what to think.

Don't you know who you are?

No matter how strong you are in martial arts, you are the spirit of the whole army.

Once you want to have three long and two short, and get injured or something, the last breath of the soldiers in the whole army will be released in an instant.

"Rebirth: The Great Age of Waves"

"Yes, Dad, what the eldest nephew said is right, my son knows that you are extremely powerful, but there are too many variables on the battlefield, if you are injured or something, go back and the eldest brother will not kill the three of us."

Zhu Gaoxu also persuaded again and again.

"Yes, Dad, you should watch from the sidelines, and we will go and catch Mahamu for you."

Zhu Gaosui, who missed an arrow, also nodded again and again.

"You guys!"

Zhu Di was so angry that he glared at the three of them, and he was about to scold his mother.

These three bastards really think they're old.

This little scene can still hurt and fart.

"Grandpa, think about Qi Rui, count the days, before we go back, the child will be born soon."

"I, the father, killed so many people with a murderous aura, and I was afraid that I would rush to the child when I went back."

"Haven't you always wanted to hold your grandson, if we both have countless lives on our hands, and all of us are murderous, if you want to hold your child when you go back, you must recite at least a month's sutra to resolve the murderous aura on your body. Otherwise, this newborn little guy can't bear the momentum on our body. ”

Seeing that the old man looked like I had to step forward, Zhu Zhangui rolled his eyes and moved out his unborn son.

Sure enough, when Zhu Zhangui said this, the old man seemed to be the same when he thought about it.

Of course, he also understands the importance of his identity.

But just now, if he retreated into the protective line like that, he felt a little uncomfortable on his face.

Now that there is a step down, the old man did not hold on anymore, and directly borrowed the slope to get off the donkey.

"Alright, you three must get Mahamuna bastard for me."

"Yes!"

Seeing that the old man finally agreed, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and hugged their fists in unison to receive their orders.

The old man handed the knife in his hand to Zhu Zhangui, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said, "Little cub, pay attention to safety, the family is still waiting for you at home!" ”

Zhu Zhangui nodded vigorously, and after the old man retreated to the protection of the soldiers, he glanced at the second and third uncles, and the three of them drank together and launched the final charge towards Mahamu.

With the breaking of the left line of the Warat army formation, the defense of the entire Warat army formation was completely torn apart.

The momentum of the Warat army was declining, and the morale of the Ming army was high.

As the gap continued to widen, it finally reached a peak and collapsed completely.

"Don't fight, we're down, we're down!"

A middle-level general of Warat, seeing his younger brother hacked to death with a knife, finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed all at once.

He threw away the knife in his hand, lay on the ground and wailed, shouting that he had surrendered.

He shouted.

All of a sudden, the soldiers around him also broke down, and one by one they threw away their weapons and shouted surrender, or turned around and ran.

The British Gong Zhang Fu, who commanded the attack of the corps, saw that the enemy had a tendency to surrender, and hurriedly ordered loudly.

"Let the brothers not hurt the Warats who surrendered, let them shout that the surrenderers will not be killed!"

The herald quickly conveyed Zhang Fu's order.

The officers who received the order stopped the Ming army from slashing and killing the surrendered Warats, and at the same time made people shout that the Wallats had been defeated.

"Those who descend will not be killed, and those who descend will not be killed!"

A shout rang out all over the battlefield.

The Warat army, which was already a little unbearable, heard the shouts of the Ming army, and saw that there were really clansmen who surrendered and were not killed.

The confidence was instantly discharged, and the weapon in his hand was discarded, and he lay motionless on the ground, allowing the Ming army to put the weapon on them.

The momentum of surrender spread like a plague among the Warat army.

Soon, the resistance also weakened, and in the end only the thousands of Warat soldiers who were protecting Mahamu remained.

Zhang Fu ordered the surrendered troops to be gathered on the one hand, and at the same time ordered the soldiers to surround Ma Hamu and the others, and not let one of them go.

With the surrender of the vast majority of the Warat army, the battlefield gradually quieted down, and finally only the sound of fighting around the Mahamu banner remained.

"Your Majesty has a will, stop the attack!"

Just when Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui were desperately attacking, wanting to grab the credit for taking down Mahamu.

The old man gave the order to stop the attack.

Naturally, no one dared to disobey the emperor's order.

The people who launched the attack withdrew outside the line, and looked indifferently at the last resistance of the Warats, as well as the generals such as Mahamu and others who were still resisting in the center.

The guards around Mahamu did not continue to attack, one by one, panting, forming a large circle, protecting Mahamu and the others in the middle.

A gap was opened in the encircled front, and the old man rode out leisurely.

Coming to Zhu Zhangui, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui, the old man looked at the Warat people who were protecting Mahamu, and said calmly: "I only punish Mahamu alone, it has nothing to do with you, put down the weapon and save a life!" ”

"Put down your weapons, Rao Er will not die!"

Zhu Zhangui pointed to the guards who were protecting Mahamu and shouted.

"Put down your weapons, Rao Er will not die!"

"Put down your weapons, Rao Er will not die!"

The soldiers of the Ming army who surrounded Ma Hamu and others, the shields and armor of the weapons were beaten, and they roared loudly and angrily.

Such an imposing shout made the guards who were protecting Mahamu take a slight step back.

They hesitated for a moment when they thought of the other tribesmen who had surrendered and were not killed, and finally one of them lost his weapon.

"Bell..."

This man lost his weapon and became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Knowing that there was no hope of returning to heaven, the Warat army threw away their weapons in despair, allowing the Ming army to rush up and push them aside.

Mahamu, who was sitting in the center, just calmly looked at the surrendered clansmen and did not make any moves to stop them.

When all the Warat captives were crushed, the entire encirclement was left with Mahamu and dozens of his dead soldiers who swore to follow him to the death.

The encirclement slowly narrowed.

The old man, under the escort of Zhu Zhangui and others, came to the front of Mahamu and others.

"Kill!"

Zhu Zhangui and the others knew that these dozens of guards were dead soldiers and it was impossible for them to surrender, so they did not persuade them to surrender.

Zhu Zhangui and dozens of generals rushed up, and in a small scuffle, they directly slashed these dozens of people to death.

Now in the entire encirclement, Mahamu is left alone.

The old man sat on his horse and looked condescendingly at Mahamu, who was sitting under the banner and did not say a word.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Ma Hamu raised his head slightly, and was squinted by the sun rising behind the old man.

"You are the emperor and I am the king, we are almost the same, how about a fight."

"Hahaha..."

Mahamu's words made everyone laugh.

This old guy still wants to fight at this point.

I actually wanted to use a duel to take down the old man and save his life.

"Mahamu... For the sake of you being the king of the grassland, we will give you the last dignity, you can judge yourself! ”

"Your last grandson, we'll give him a chance to live."

Zhu Zhangui was afraid that the old man would agree to the other party's conditions, so without waiting for the old man to speak, he stepped forward to block the old man and threw the knife in front of Ma Hamu.

The old man didn't say a word, he understood the other party's careful thoughts.

Although he is not afraid of duels, his identity is different.

Again, at this point, it is not interesting to win Mahamu, but it is very risky to lose.

As an emperor and a general, he is responsible for the people of the Ming Dynasty and the soldiers behind him.

Ma Hamu glanced at the old man and saw that he did not speak, but just looked at him calmly, understanding that the duel could not be realized.

He glanced at the blood-stained knife on the ground.

Mahamu shook his head with a smile and looked at Zhu Zhangui Dao.

"If I'm not mistaken, you attacked my camp!"

Zhu Zhangui bowed slightly.

Ma Hamu smiled, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said meaningfully: "You have made such a great contribution at such a young age, and your future is immeasurable." However, you Han people seem to have some kind of meritorious town lords, you have to be careful. ”

After speaking, Ma Hamu glanced at the old man, roared unwillingly, and drew a knife to wipe his neck.

"Poof!"

The cold knife slashed, and blood spilled down the wound.

Mahamu's eyes stared at the old man, and his eyes were full of unwillingness to fall.

Looking at the corpses that fell to the ground, the battlefield was calm.

After a long time, the old man raised his right hand and waved it.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

The old man's shout was like a spark igniting gunpowder, which instantly made the whole scene explode at once.

The soldiers hugged each other fiercely, brandishing their weapons and shouting.

Many people were even more excited with tears in their eyes, screaming desperately at the sky, venting their inner emotions.

Although many generals do not celebrate their victory after the battle, in order to prevent the enemy from sneaking up.

But today is different.

Mahamu, the biggest force in the steppe, has been defeated, and now no one dares to provoke the Ming army.

After more than half a year of expedition, the soldiers were depressed with a wave of emotion in their hearts.

Now is a great time to vent.

"Hahaha, win!"

The surrounding generals also hugged each other excitedly.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was also in a very good mood, subconsciously hugged Zhu Zhangui beside him, laughed and shouted.

But as soon as he was happy, he suddenly found that it was his eldest nephew who was hugging.

At the thought that his plan did not succeed, the joy that had just risen disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Looking at Zhu Gaoxu, whose face suddenly changed from happy to depressed, Zhu Zhangui hugged the other party with a smile and whispered in his ear.

"I'm sorry Second Uncle, I've disappointed you again, try to do it as early as possible next time, so that I don't have any thoughts to leave the camp, you don't have a chance to do it."

Zhu Gaoxu's expression froze instantly.