The Yongshebu tribe was like an oval inlaid on the grassland, and the Ming army attacked fiercely from both wings, slashing down in half a day, almost cutting the tent of this tribe in half.

He also did not carry a knife to personally go on the horse to fight, with the leader in charge, thousands of soldiers of the tribe overcame the fear in their hearts, picked up the scimitar, and slashed at the Ming army.

It was close to noon, and a heat wave began to hit the grassland, and the burning flames also formed a heat wave, as if even the earth became scorched.

After receiving the order, Ma Rong withdrew from the front and once again outflanked the enemy.

Standing on a high vantage point, the battlefield at this time is like an open gladiatorial arena, where soldiers decide each other's life and death in iron and blood.

"Chief!" A Mongolian soldier with black ash and sweat on his face fell to his knees and shouted, "Chief! The Ming army is strong, please lead the tribe to retreat Baturu! Find another piece of water meadow and avenge us in ten years! ”

The shouts on the battlefield were loud, and human life seemed to be the cheapest thing at this time, and the warriors of the tribe were constantly falling to the ground.

They are all very courageous, but firstly, this Ming army has been tempered several times, and it is not bad at all, and secondly, the war came suddenly, it is the grazing season at this time, and it has just survived the winter, not only the cattle and sheep are thin, but the people are also thin.

So the situation is very urgent!

"It must be the Ming cavalry!"

A color of hatred flashed in his eyes, "This army specially formed by the Han people is to drive us out of the grassland!" Tushan, don't say more, I am the leader of Yongshebu, a natural Mongolian warrior, and I have never escaped in my life across the grasslands! Launched! ”

The old leader mounted his horse, hoping to boost morale through such a move.

And on the side of the Ming army,

With Ma Rong and Sun Xilie dividing their troops at the same time and attacking the enemy from the flank,

The Yongshebu tribe suffered an impact, and the waist had to shrink again, and if it went on like this, if it was not evacuated in time, the entire tribe would be surrounded!

The battle was going well, and Zhou Shangwen had already withdrawn from the front line of the charge, because the troops around him were rushing too hard.

He turned his head and observed the current situation on a high ground, where Ma Yihuai, Ma Rong, Sun Xilie, and the troops he had originally led were squeezing this tribe in four directions.

"The stubborn old Hutu, don't you want to leave at this time?" Zhou Shangwen frowned.

On the side, General Xu Zhen'an, who was behind the palace, rode a horse to his side, "General! The last general asks to fight! ”

Zhou Shangwen didn't look at him, but kept looking down, "The battle is going well, don't move." ”

Xu Zhen'an was itching, "General, we have only met people after more than a month of marching, and we don't know when it will be next time!" Now is the favorable time, the last general will guarantee, and he must rush in and take it directly! ”

Zhou Shangwen still shook his head, "Protect the good luck food team!" ”

Although it seems that Yong Xie Bu will not be able to hold on now, but on the battlefield must not be too 'arrogant and selfless', the grain transport team will lose protection, and once someone suddenly rushes out, they will starve to death on the grassland.

So Xu Zhenan has no choice but to watch here.

In the midst of the battle,

The hundreds of men led by Ma Sheng were like a sharp knife poking into the Tatar defenses,

He met two Mongol warriors in a row, also the kind with great strength and great strength, and after a battle, he had several external injuries on his body.

Seeing that his momentum is slightly weaker,

Ma Sheng suddenly remembered what his brother had said to him last night, and shouted, "Brothers! The Tatars have beaten us repeatedly, and now that we have met a good emperor, we have a chance to fight back, so this tone will come out today! Rush with me!

”

After all, Ma Sheng is also Ma Yihuai's eldest son, and his status is not low. With him taking the lead, others should be at ease.

At this time, a Tatar man muttered that he didn't know what to say, and then shouted at him and slashed him.

Ma Sheng's face under the armor had several blood marks, but he was not afraid at all,

"Come!"

The scimitar of the Tatar man was sharp and light, and when it was waved in front of him, it seemed to carry the wind.

Ma Sheng knew that his strength was less than thirty percent, so he chose to lie down on the horse's back and dodge, then got up, pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, accelerated and rushed again,

Fixing his eyes on the Tatar man's equestrian skills, he had already controlled the horse in front of him in such a moment, and the scimitar came again in an instant.

There was no way for him to hold a gun in front of him,

Clang!

A strong blow came, and the two hands barely had the strength to push away.

After two rounds, the two men once again controlled the horses and faced each other.

"Grandma's! Master doesn't kill the nameless! What is your name?! ”

Ma Shengxin said that even if he didn't have the previous hard battle, it would not be easy to win when he met this person, he was strong, and he was slashing and rushing, if he also met a general like him, it would be troublesome.

The Tatar man was wearing a half-sided shirt, revealing the copper-colored horizontal flesh on his chest, he had a big beard, single eyelids and small eyes, very rough, and even his voice was extremely thick lines, "I am Gabia!" You, admit defeat! ”

"Recognize Nima's egg!" Ma Sheng's anger rose again, and the spear turned in his hand, and continued!

But at this time,

The Yongshebu tribe suddenly appeared in chaos of its own,

After a while, a voice came, "Win!" Surrounded them! ”

The man named Gabia was also affected, constantly looking backwards.

Then he said something to the people around him, and then quickly ran towards the center.

Ma Sheng looked confused, "What kind of bird language do you speak?" ”

It was still the soldiers who knew Mongolian around him who reminded, "He said to go back and protect the leader!" ”

"They still have a fart leader, and now the leader is our general soldier Zhou!"

What he was thinking about now was the Tatar, and when he had the opportunity later, he would have to divide the ranks again.

……

He can't control the situation on the battlefield, there are Ming troops on all sides, and they are the elite cavalry he fears, and his tribe has been divided and surrounded by these Ming troops.

The fire is still burning,

Hope is gone.

The screams are extinguished,

Zhou Shangwen rode a horse and swayed to the front of the formation, and the generals he led lined up around him at one time, all of them were murderous young generals!

"Lay down your arms, and do not slash. I promise that I will not slaughter your people. ”

The old man was quite embarrassed after a battle, and his beard was still a little burnt, and there were traces of being rubbed by arrows on his face, revealing red scars.

"Becoming a king and defeating a king, this is what you Han people said. What if I lay down my arms and you slaughter again? ”

At this time, Ma Rong came to Zhou Shangwen's side and whispered, "I didn't find the second son of the little prince." ”

Zhou Shangwen comprehended, and then asked: "No, I heard that the little prince of Dayan Khan sent Jinong to 30,000 households on your right wing, where is this Jinong?" ”

Nor frightened,

The fact that the Ming army has mastered the news to this extent shows that today's military action is not a spur of the moment, and the Ming Dynasty is probably already preparing for a continuous war against the grassland.

"What are you looking for Jinong?"

"I'm a Ming soldier, he's the son of Dayan Khan, what else can I do if I'm looking for him?!"

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Urusborot is Jinong, if Dayan Khan really wants to be the co-lord of the steppe, then his son should attack this Ming army to save him, otherwise what kind of co-lord should you be?

Zhou Shangwen saw that he couldn't say anything for the time being, and the battlefield was not a place to chat, so it was better to solve this matter first.

"Surrender or keep fighting?"

The winner has been decided, and the ending goes without saying.

Bang bang, weapons were thrown to the ground, and many people in the tribe knelt down under the reprimand of the Ming army,

But Zhou Shangwen didn't hesitate to explain when he passed by, "Don't ask him to kneel, treat the old man well." ”

Then he led Ma Yihuai, Ma Rong, Sun Xilie, Xu Zhenan and other generals into the main camp.

Directly opposite the tent was a throne of animal fur, with totems and a sword that symbolized strength.

Zhou Shangwen looked around, "Go up and sit down, it shouldn't be anything, right?" ”

Saying that, he was no longer polite, and stepped up the steps and sat down.

"Ma Yihuai, Sun Xilie."

"The last general!"

"The two of you each gather their troops, treat the wounded, and do a good job of dealing with the aftermath."

"Yes!"

Not long after,

He was also taken into custody recently.

Because he was pushed, the old man staggered, and after standing firmly, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Shangwen, "Who are you?" ”

"Me? Don't know the general? ”

"It wasn't you before."

Thus shall be understood by those who are in the tent. Xu Zhen'an answered for him, "This is General Zhou Shangwen Zhou, who was personally enshrined by the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, controlled the cavalry and concurrently served as the general army of Datong!" You're talking about the surname Yang, and you're not here! ”

Zhou Shangwen could see the confusion on his face, "I'm a little different from General Yang. I can't stay in Datong City, and I'll tell you the truth, His Majesty the Ming Emperor is very encouraging to go north to the Great Wall, so the grassland will have no peace for decades after that! Surrender or flee to the Far Arctic West! ”

I haven't heard of it before, last year's fire sieve suffered a big defeat in Huamachi, also because of the new emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Anyway, that child-like emperor already has some reputation on the grassland, even if he doesn't know anything, the strength of the border army of the Ming Dynasty, which has gradually strengthened in recent years, can speak for itself.

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"Tatar, not so easy to beat!"

Zhou Shangwen was a little arrogant, "Isn't it that difficult?" ”

"I'm just one of ten thousand households, there are other ten thousand households in the grassland, and Dayan Khan, you have to tell your emperor that if you insist on starting a war, it will also be a disaster for your Ming Dynasty! I advise General Zhou to retire as soon as possible! ”

Zhou Shangwen's face changed, and he said in a deep voice: "In the eighth year of Hongzhi, the Tatars invaded Yansui and Ningxia, wounded hundreds of our soldiers, and plundered more than 300 horses; Ten years of Hongzhi, the soldiers were sweet and cool; Thirteen years into Kou Datong; Fourteen years along the Huama Pond to sweep the solid plain; In the seventeenth year, we entered the Kouxuan Mansion in a big way, and the joint operation was more than 20 miles, and our army lost 2,165 people, 1,156 wounded, and more than 6,500 horses. Eighteen years into the flower horse pond again,"

Zhou Shangwen asked angrily, "Is it a disaster to start a war?!" Isn't it a disaster to let you be like this?! Now that I'm in front of your account, you're talking to me about quitting the army? It's late! ”

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