Looking at the neatly looking Ming army on the opposite side, Mahamu took a deep breath, gently pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and walked back a little.

"Remember, you're grandpa's last hope."

Looking at the grandson in front of him, Mahamu looked serious.

"In this battle, no matter what the result is, grandpa will die here and return to the embrace of immortality."

"If you lose, you don't need to say much, grandpa can't live."

"If he wins, in order to cut off the excuse of the Ming Dynasty's Northern Expedition, grandpa can only die to compensate."

"So, Grandpa has entrusted you with everything in Warat, you must not let Grandpa down!"

Looking at the grandson in front of him, Mahamu's heart was full of reluctance, but there was nothing he could do.

The world of the weak is like this, you can only pray that the enemy will not trouble you, because once they find you trouble, your final result will not be much better, no matter how good it is.

In the world of the strong, the anger of the weak is just a joke in their eyes.

Since beating his son to assassinate Zhu Zhanyan and failing to kill Daming, Ma Hamu has put all his energy on his grandson Yexian, praying that his grandson can rush to the majestic wind of Mengyuan, go south to the Great Wall, and force Nanming to the same fate as the Southern Song Dynasty.

However, that is only his imagination of the future, reality, still to face.

Without waiting for his grandson to speak, Ma Hamu suddenly raised the whip in his hand, whipped it fiercely on the war horse under his grandson's horse, and then watched his grandson be taken farther and farther away by the painful horse with all kinds of reluctance.

Looking at his grandson, who turned back frequently, his face was full of unwillingness and reluctance, and then looked at the Ming army that was already waiting on the other side, Mahamu took a deep breath.

Pull the reins and get back to the front of the line.

Slowly pull out the scimitar at your waist and slowly lift it up, facing the sky at a subtle angle.

This is the last signal, once the scimitar falls, it is the signal for the cavalry to charge.

This is also his last signal to Zhu Zhanji.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji pulled out the saber on his waist, knocked the heart armor on his chest fiercely, and spoke loudly.

"I know!"

"For today's decisive battle, many people are dissatisfied, because everyone thinks that this northern expedition should be a game that my Ming Dynasty must win, but I have chosen the most likely to fail."

"But today, I will tell you."

"Defeating the steppes is only a stopgap measure, and it will not convince them."

"The feud between the Central Plains and the grasslands has lasted for a long time, and there have been precedents since the Sui and Tang dynasties, and even the Qin and Han dynasties, but no dynasty or anyone can rule them for a long time."

"Today, if we force them to submit with far superior forces and powerful firearms, we will only suppress them for a short time, just like our predecessors."

"And I want them to be convinced! Completely obey the rule of my Ming Dynasty! There will be no more thoughts of restoration! ”

"In this battle, with the same number of people, the same cavalry, and the same tactics, if we can defeat them head-on and completely dominate the grassland, the day is just around the corner!"

I have to say that although he is not very competent, Zhu Zhanji has experienced the teachings of the two emperors Taizong and Hongxi, and he has learned the imperial art of the Eight Classics.

Not to mention anything else, he is still very good at controlling people's hearts.

In just a few words, the low morale caused by his previous decision to fight Mahamu became high again, and the eyes of the selected soldiers became extremely determined.

"The last ......" felt the renewed morale, and Zhu Zhanji took a deep breath.

"In this battle, I will charge with you."

"The crown prince has been established, the foundation of the country has been decided, if I am injured in the battle, or even die here, this is not the most important thing for you."

"Tell me! What is your mission in this battle!? ”

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

There were three roars in a row, but a group of cavalry, but the momentum was no less than that of tens of thousands of troops, which made Mahamu on the opposite side feel cold.

He gambled everything, and from Zhu Zhanji's point of view, he found an impossible possibility, trying to get the last trace of life for Wara.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt ...... There is little hope.

However, now there was no time for him to regret it, and he watched Zhu Zhanji on the other side raise his saber and point it to the sky.

Taking a deep breath and blocking the last of everything, Mahamu slammed his hand!

"Rush, ......"

Suddenly, chaotic shouts of killing sounded, and the cavalry on both sides rushed forward quickly, even if they saw the enemy getting closer and closer, they did not have any intention of slowing down.

is different from history, today's Zhu Zhanji may be a wise ruler of the world, but he is definitely not a good general, because almost all the wars of the Ming Dynasty have been taken care of by his cousin.

But even so, with the last thoughts, thinking of his son who was still in the Shuntian Palace, Zhu Zhanji's chest also bulged with indescribable firmness.

......

Unlike Mahamu, Zhu Zhanji does not have much experience in war, and he is not even excellent in equestrianism.

Ma Hamu was able to ensure that he was at the forefront when he charged, but Zhu Zhanji couldn't, because the elite of the 3,000 battalion he selected was selected.

But even so, he still won the first battle in this battle.

Feeling the bloody sensation of blood rushing to his face, he watched as the uncontrolled war horse rushed behind him, and the body that had lost its head rolled to the ground violently......

Zhu Zhanji only felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and an indescribable heroism rose from his lower abdomen and reached his chest, making him a little uncomfortable.

"Ah......h

In order to soothe the indescribable feeling of boredom, Zhu Zhanji raised his head and roared, expressing the resentment and heroism in his chest.

However, this is war, a battle battle.

In a short instant, a Warat cavalryman rushed in front of him, and the scimitar in his hand went straight to the only weak point under Zhu Zhanji's armor, which was Zhu Zhanji's neck.

If this blow is implemented, Zhu Zhanji will inevitably be in the same place as his first battle exploit.

However, Fan Zhong's reaction was very fast, and he waved the spear in his hand, although he couldn't directly kill the enemy because he was afraid of Zhu Zhanji, but he slammed into the enemy's arm, making the arm that was still intact a moment ago suddenly show a strange angle.

The sudden attack also brought Zhu Zhanji back to his senses, slammed the horse's belly, retracted the saber in his hand, and wanted to continue to charge.

However, at this moment, the enemy soldier whose arm had been broken by Fan Zhong rolled around on the ground, reached his waist with his left hand, drew a weapon similar to a sling, and threw it violently.

Perhaps, this is the experience of veterans.

As soon as the slingling was released, Fan Zhong's spear had already attacked, instantly piercing through the fragile defense of the leather armor on his body, and stabbing him through it.

However, the start of a battle feat did not make Fan Zhong happy, and after killing the enemy, he turned around sharply and looked towards Zhu Zhanji.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing that the slingling rope accurately hit Zhu Zhanji's heart armor, Fan Zhong was so anxious that he shouted, which made many Ming soldiers stunned.

However......

"Take his big!"

Zhu Zhanji didn't seem to feel any pain, just stared in the direction of the left.

There, because of Zhu Zhanji's fall, almost all the Warat cavalry who saw this scene were ready to rush over desperately.

Everyone knows that in this kind of battle, in which the rulers of both sides are at war, whoever can kill the ruler of the other side first is equivalent to half the victory.

However, the Warat cavalry did not realize that it was precisely because of their eagerness to win that the military flag in the center of the formation, which was not far behind Mahamu, was exposed.

大燾 (dào) is the military flag.

Hearing this, Ma Hamu ignored Zhu Zhanji, who was close in front of him, and turned his head suddenly, but what he saw was not the scene he wanted to see.

I saw that in the chaos, a strange red rushed out, and the big squire of Warat also slowly fell along the red.

After cutting down the Varat Daxuan, the red suddenly stopped, bent down and fished out, and the Varat Tara Ran, which was still falling, was copied by him.

It was only then that everyone saw the true face of the red.

It's just that the Ming army was excited and brave when he saw it, and the Wara army was half cold when he saw it.

That person was the commander of the 3,000 battalions, Li Bin.

"Kill!"

Although Zhu Zhanji rolled to the ground under the force of the sling, he still knelt up for the first time and used all his strength to raise his head to the sky and roar.

"Kill!"

Zhu Zhanji's roar was as if he had turned on the switch of the Ming army, and his morale instantly seemed to be about to break through the sky, and anyone who saw it knew what an unstoppable momentum was.

It's just that they didn't see that Zhu Zhanji, who was kneeling on the ground, struggled a few times and wanted to stand up, but the stuffy pain in his chest made him tremble.

Fan Zhong rushed to Zhu Zhanji as soon as he killed the enemy, but what greeted him was not Zhu Zhanji's encouragement, nor reprimand, but warm blood.

Hurriedly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhu Zhanji glared at Fan Zhong very sternly.

"Get on the horse!"

"Your Majesty......"

Fan Zhong wanted to speak and stopped, but under Zhu Zhanji's stern gaze, he finally helped Zhu Zhanji to get on the horse.

It's just that on the battlefield, both opportunities and dangers are fleeting.

Da Yan was beheaded and taken away by the Ming army, which was already the most serious blow to the morale of the Warat side, and in just a few breaths, the Warat army was scattered and collapsed.

Zhu Zhanji, who got on the horse with Fan Zhong's support, took a few deep breaths, and then he reluctantly suppressed the stuffy pain in his chest, and was about to ride the horse forward and continue to charge, but heard fierce cheers from ahead.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji was sure in his heart.

He knew that he had won this battle.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji's heart couldn't help but relax.

However, as soon as the breath that had been holding in his heart dissipated, Zhu Zhanji only felt that a huge feeling of dizziness suddenly hit his mind, making his eyes black and he fell off the horse again.

(End of chapter)