Chapter 772 I will end this myself
On the endless battlefield, the Ming army on the left was counterattacking, the wolf soldiers on the right dealt a heavy blow to the enemy's flank, and An Jing lost no time in launching an assault.
In the middle, Jingwei, who had eliminated the threat on the right, began to charge forward.
"Boom boom boom!"
The sound of the drums sounded like the shouts of gods, urging the Ming army in the center to advance.
"go ahead!"
The Ming army was cheering.
"volley!"
Zhu Shitai was shouting.
Bang bang bang bang!
Zhu Shitai pulled the trigger and couldn't help laughing when he saw that the enemy he was aiming at was hit by two bullets in a row.
"go ahead!"
The formation behind them passed them and strode forward.
aim.
Boom!
The drums sound.
Bang bang bang bang!
The enemy troops in front fell in rows.
The war horses were neighing, and the surviving enemy soldiers fell to the ground and howled.
"Last hit!"
The old soldier Tian Fang shouted sternly.
How could Old Tian give orders without my permission? Zhu Shitai was startled, and when he turned around, he saw Tian Fang had just pulled the bayonet out of the chest of an enemy soldier on the ground. The enemy soldier was holding a short knife, and was looking at him...
Isn't this a corpse?
In an instant, Zhu Shitai was covered in cold sweat, "Old Tian, thank you very much."
Tian Fang said sternly: "Don't be careless on the battlefield, or you will die in an instant!"
"I know!" Zhu Shitai's eyes were bright, "Finish the kill!"
Bayonet the corpse in front again and then reload.
The huge array rolled forward.
Yang Sheng finished reloading. It was not their turn yet, so he was able to look at the entire battlefield.
The Ming army on the right wing fought more and more frantically, and An Jing... Shit! Why is this person called An Jing?
An Jing rushed forward, looking as if he had just been fished out of a sea of blood.
too crazy!
Yang Sheng looked to the left. The enemy troops on the left were in a weaker position and were being beaten back by the Ming army.
But Yang Sheng discovered something mysterious. The opponents on the left wing of the Ming army seemed to have... bad morale.
Otherwise the counterattack would not be so smooth.
"Are we going to win?" Yang Sheng murmured.
He needs a triumph!
That home needs a triumph, too.
My grandmother was bedridden, and my mother was left alone to take care of her. Although there was a pension from the Imperial Guards, it was still not enough for this family, which had to take medicine all year round.
Even at this time when Confucianism was rampant, military merit was still the most important. No one was stupid about this... Once military merit became useless, who would be willing to kill the enemy, who would be willing to defend the country?
"Khan, the morale of the right flank is unstable."
Meng Xian didn't expect the battle situation to change so quickly, and his side was in a state of decline in an instant.
Altan saw this and said in a deep voice: "Tell the left wing to hold on. The Ming army is already at the end of its strength. As for the right wing, let them beat the Ming army back!"
Altan stared at Meng Xian, "The biggest threat is the firearms of the Ming army in the middle. If we push back the Ming army on the right, the right side of the Ming army in the middle will be exposed. They can either retreat or wait to be cut off by the warriors. Go! Tell them that the final moment of this battle has come."
As soon as the military order was given, Altan's men burst out with what Sun Chonglou called their last burst of bravery.
"They look like a pack of dogs." Sun Chonglou couldn't help but ask, "Master, when will we attack?"
Compared with Altan Khan who had only two thousand cavalry behind him, Jiang Qingzhi was much more luxurious, with five thousand cavalry behind him.
This is strategic power.
"hold on."
"What are you waiting for?" Yan Song was also a little impatient. He seemed to see himself returning to the capital in triumph, returning to the Western Garden. All officials bowed respectfully, without the contempt of the past.
He seemed to see Xu Jie lowering his head and putting away all the little plans in his mind.
He seemed to see Emperor Jiajing stroking his beard and smiling at him, praising him: "Yuanfu is indeed my right-hand man!"
He seemed to see his old wife waiting for him at the gate...
How many years!
Ever since he was denounced as a treacherous villain by the outside world, his wife rarely goes out.
It’s not that I don’t dare, but that I don’t want to.
She refused to hear the vicious attacks on her husband.
When the army returns victoriously, those vicious attacks will become a laughing stock!
The traitors you are talking about have been working hard for the Ming Dynasty in the north, and have even fought bravely for the Ming Dynasty...
Correct!
Yan Song suddenly felt a surge of blood in his chest.
He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the knife handle.
"Look, the enemy camp is on fire." Sun Chonglou said, pointing into the distance.
Jiang Qingzhi saw it.
Smoke and fire rose from the direction of the enemy camp.
"This is what I've been waiting for." Jiang Qingzhi noticed that the old Yuanfu's face was flushed, and thought he was very excited. "The Yuanfu is in charge of the central army."
"Why?" Yan Song asked, "Du He!"
"Prime Minister." Du He was completely confused.
"You stay in the center."
Once the entire army attacks, the central army becomes useless.
Du He looked reluctant.
"Is it Masson?" someone asked.
Xu Wei smiled and said, "If this battle is a game of chess, then Ma Song is the master's clever move that Lord Bo had prepared long ago. He burned the enemy's baggage and attacked the enemy's camp at the most critical moment of the decisive battle, causing the enemy's morale to plummet to the bottom... If we fail to win this battle, it will be unjust!"
"Khan, the camp is on fire."
There was despair in the shout.
Altan did not look back.
His eyes were calm, "Meng Xian." "Khan!" Meng Xian withdrew his gaze from the fireworks above the camp, his expression equally calm.
"Get ready, follow this Khan and charge."
"Great Khan!" Meng Xian took a deep breath, "The warriors on the right can't hold on any longer."
The enemy troops on the right wing were not Altan Khan's direct troops, nor were they elite troops. In this battle, Altan Khan's requirements for the right wing were also low, and he only needed to suppress the left wing of the Ming army.
After the left wing of the Ming army launched a counterattack, they once pushed the enemy back more than a hundred steps. Altan ordered people to kill the generals in command and replace them on the battlefield, which stabilized the situation.
But the morale of this ragtag army plummeted and they were just struggling to hold on.
"The camp is on fire."
The enemy troops on the right discovered fireworks coming from the direction of the main camp.
The camp caught fire, which meant that the old nest was raided.
The army instantly turned into homeless ghosts.
And what about food and fodder?
Without food, horses can eat grass, but what will people eat?
In a flash, morale plummeted into the abyss.
"We've lost." Someone in front shouted and stopped moving forward.
"Kill him!" the enemy general roared. Someone stepped forward and killed the man with a sword, but was immediately shot to death by an arrow from the Ming army on the opposite side.
"assault!"
The Ming army on the left noticed the decline in their opponent's morale and became more motivated.
As one side gained strength, the other side lost strength. The Ming army on the left began to attack...
"Great Khan!" Meng Xian shook his head. "The morale of the Ming army is high, and a full-scale attack at this moment will be useless. Great Khan, retreat! Return slowly and protect the main force..."
Zhao Quan's face turned pale. The change in the war situation made all his dreams come to nothing.
He turned around and whispered: "Let our people be prepared. If anything goes wrong... run!"
“I know!”
Jineng also told Ma Tianlu, "If we lose, we must run away immediately. Remember, stay away from the Khan."
"To capture a thief, you must first capture the leader!" Ma Tianlu knew this truth. Once he was defeated, the Ming army would surely chase after him.
"Look at that idiot." Jineng nodded at his cousin Buting with his chin.
Butin was roaring, "Father Khan, the warriors need encouragement, go ahead!"
Sengge said coldly: "Look at those nobles!"
Butin looked over and saw that the nobles were whispering with their confidants.
"Sweat!"
Everyone looked at Altan.
Attack or retreat!
Attack, the current situation is that the Ming army is launching a counterattack and advancing step by step.
And Altan only had two thousand cavalry left.
Unless Altan Khan personally charged into the battle, just like he did when he was young, and used his bravery to inspire his subordinates.
Look at Altan’s slightly bulging belly!
If he charged into the battle personally, he would certainly become the main target of the Ming army. As for Altan's status...
Are you going to give yourself away?
Anda hesitated.
He also knew his own situation. As his status continued to rise, he had more and more subordinates, so he no longer needed to charge into battle himself. Since there was no need to charge into battle, what was the point of training?
If you don’t practice for one day, you know it. If you don’t practice for two days, people around you know it. If you don’t practice for three days... even your opponents know it.
His body was becoming heavier and heavier, and his strength was gradually disappearing as his weight increased.
And the opponent!
Altan looked at the big flag on the opposite side.
Under the big flag.
Jiang Qingzhi is observing.
The morale on the left is high!
On the right, morale is high.
Middle lane...morale high!
The final moment has arrived!
The moment he had been preparing for for a long time has arrived!
In the 29th year of Jiajing's reign, Altan's army marched south, defeated the Ming army's blockade along the way, and approached the capital.
In that battle, the capital region suffered heavy casualties, with countless civilians killed and wounded, and countless abducted...
The enemy deliberately drove the women to the outskirts of the city to cry in order to humiliate the defenders.
The defenders did not dare to fight and could only watch as the enemy took away the civilians and the harvest.
That battle completely broke the backbone of the Ming army.
The Ming Dynasty lost its ambition to make progress from then on.
This is the beginning of downfall!
Then the land of China sank and the smell of blood and gore filled the land.
Everyone lives numbly with a pig's tail.
The Central Plains Dynasty, which was once the Celestial Empire and made other ethnic groups bow down to it, has become a laughing stock of the world and a fat sheep that can be taken advantage of by other countries in the world.
The Western countries blasted open the country's borders with their powerful ships and cannons, and then blackmailed and extorted money.
Even Japan, a small country that was repeatedly beaten by the central dynasty, almost destroyed its former teacher.
I will end this with my own hands!
Choking!
The long sword is unsheathed.
Everyone looked at the young commander under the central army flag.
"Many years ago, it was also on this land that Yesen led his army southward. In the Battle of Tumubao, hundreds of thousands of troops collapsed and the Ming Dynasty was almost destroyed. God's blessing allowed the Ming Dynasty to continue."
But that kind of continuation is more like a lingering breath.
Same as the previous Song Dynasty.
"The Battle of Tumubao marked the beginning of the Ming Dynasty's decline from prosperity and the sharp downturn in its national fortunes!"
Yan Song was shocked when he heard this, thinking Jiang Qingzhi was too bold. But after thinking carefully, he realized that he was right.
After the Battle of Tumu, the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty took a sharp turn for the worse.
"Your Majesty is watching us in the capital." Jiang Qingzhi raised his sword: "Today, I will lead you and others to snatch back the lost national destiny. Soldiers!"
"exist!"
Amidst the roar of agreement, Jiang Qingzhi pointed his sword forward. "For Tumubao! Follow me and kill the enemy!"
Jiang Qingzhi pulled the reins, the warhorse neighed loudly, and rushed out immediately.
The central army’s flag was waving.
"The whole army attacks!"
"The whole army attacks!"
"Master Bo is charging into the battle personally!"
"Wan Sheng!"
(End of this chapter)
