Chapter 773 Old Yan is gone
In the enemy's center, Altan Khan finally made up his mind when he saw that the situation was precarious.
He saw the crisis in the eyes of those nobles.
Those dangerous eyes were watching him.
Once the war is lost, the dissatisfaction and resentment accumulated over the years will erupt.
How many people would be ambitious enough to pull him down from the throne of Khan.
The grassland is different from the Central Plains. The Central Plains has moral codes and many years of effective rules to constrain people. Even if a fool sits on the throne of the emperor, no one will rebel.
The grassland follows the law of the jungle.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.
Losers should be prepared to step down.
But the loser not only has to step down, but also has to offer his head as a sacrifice for the new grassland overlord.
How could Altan allow himself to fall into such a situation!
He drew his long sword, "Follow this Khan and attack!"
"The Great Khan is wise!"
Someone praised, and the nobles looked at him in surprise.
These ambitious people all think that the Khan will escape!
Altan sneered and swore that if the battle could be reversed, the first thing he would do when he returned to the grassland in triumph would be to cleanse the people!
Clean without any care!
"Sweat!"
At this time, Tuotuo suddenly pointed forward and said, "Jiang Qingzhi is attacking."
"What?" Altan was shocked and looked up, only to see the Ming army's central flag moving forward rapidly.
"Wan Sheng!"
The Ming army was cheering.
They raised their weapons high and looked back to see their commander rushing out of the passage with five thousand cavalrymen.
The young man held up his long sword with a determined look on his face.
"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"
Jiang Qingzhi was shouting.
Even in later generations, when a general can lead by example, the morale of his subordinates will be high.
At this moment, the Ming army switched from defense to offense, and their morale was already high.
Jiang Qingzhi's personal charge injected soul into the morale.
"Kill the enemy!"
Zhu Shitai shouted excitedly.
"This battle will definitely be won!"
The faces of those civil servants were flushed, and they were extremely excited.
"How will Altan respond?" The old prime minister stared at the opponent's flag.
Under the big flag, Altan opened his mouth.
Just as he was hesitating, the young man seized the opportunity and led the last reserve troops to attack.
The Ming army on the entire front line is attacking frantically!
"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"
Altan Khan brandished his sword and urged his horse to charge out.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be going crazy at this moment.
"The right side collapsed." someone shouted.
Zhao Quan stood up on his horse and looked to the right.
Jiang Qingzhi's personal charge was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, weighing heavily on the enemy on the right. In an instant, the enemy troops in front began to collapse.
The army's collapse was like a receding tide, and countless people were like fish and shrimp being swept back by the tide. They had no choice. Even if they wanted to continue fighting, they could only be swept back by the tide...
"Failed!"
"The Khan has run away."
"..."
Amid the chaotic shouting, the enemy army was in chaos. The fleeing enemy soldiers in front bumped into their comrades who were rushing forward from behind. The two sides collided with each other, and the entire right wing of the enemy army paused for a moment.
This gave the Ming army on the right the opportunity to calmly deploy their forces.
"roundabout!"
Jiang Qingzhi shouted under the big flag.
The flags were waving, and the Ming army on the left wing sent out a cavalry force to make a detour from the left side.
They drove the enemy forward, occasionally trying to cut off the enemy from the flank.
In the middle, Jiang Qingzhi rushed to the front at this moment.
He raised his sword, and excitement flashed in the eyes of the enemy in front of him.
"Kill Jiang Qingzhi!" the enemy general behind shouted.
At this point, everyone knew that this battle was doomed to fail.
But if Jiang Qingzhi could be killed...
The Ming army is bound to collapse.
Counterattack!
Almost all the enemy troops in front looked over here.
Jiang Qingzhi raised his long knife and chopped hard.
The enemy soldier grinned and raised his sword to block.
In order to boost morale, Tuotuo asked people to spread the news about Jiang Qingzhi everywhere.
——The most despicable son-in-law!
——Those who are weak are just like women!
This knife!
how is it?
With a clang, the long sword in the soldier's hand broke.
The precious sword given by Master Ding slashed sharply down the face of the brave soldier.
The fierce soldier looked at the dagger in his hand in disbelief, and then the knife flashed and the head flew up.
"Wan Sheng!"
Seeing their commander personally killing the enemy, the Ming army couldn't help but cheer.
"Master!"
Sun Chonglou is here, Mo Zhan is here.
Jiang Qingzhi shouted: "Go forward, don't worry about anything, just go forward!"
There is no need for command at this time, just attack according to the manual.
The enemy general rushed forward. He was a big and burly man with a wolf-tooth club in his hand. He raised it and chopped with a grim smile.
No matter how sharp your sword is, it will be useless when facing a wolf-tooth stick!
A thick-backed long knife suddenly appeared on Jiang Qingzhi's left.
With a muffled sound, the wolf tooth stick was unexpectedly blocked. A huge force surged, and the enemy general tried his best to hold the wolf tooth stick, but Jiang Qingzhi's knife came.
The head flew up, and Jiang Qingzhi grabbed it with his left hand and held it high.
Jiang Qingzhi shouted, "Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"
"Kill the enemy!"
The Ming army shouted wildly and even started to jog.
"Khan, retreat!" Meng Xian caught up with Altan and grabbed his horse's reins.
"Get out!" Altan roared, raising his knife to chop down his trusted general.
"Khan, we are defeated, we are defeated!" Meng Xian pulled his horse's reins.
Altan looked up and saw a mad retreat on the right.
What about the left side?
The army on the left runs faster!
The middle route... The middle route was like a helpless lamb under the Ming army's volleys of gunfire. The middle route was Altan's elite troops, but now these elite troops were also fleeing.
And faster and faster.
"Khan, if they are swept away..." Meng Xian turned around, "If we evacuate now, we can gather a lot of warriors. Otherwise, if we return to the grassland... Khan, those people will rebel. How can we suppress them without warriors? Khan! Retreat!"
The madness in Altan's eyes gradually dissipated, and he looked blankly at the defeated army in front of him, "Are we defeated?"
"Yes!" said Meng Xian.
"Why did we lose?" Altan suddenly roared, "I have been thinking hard and preparing for this trip south for two years. But now I think that whether it is the cleansing and rebuilding of the Beijing Guards or the fighting in the court, it seems that they are preparing for this war... Is this God's will?"
The Khan cannot be defeated!
If you lose, you are just a bandit!
The tribes under your command will become alienated!
So Altan needs to find an excuse for himself.
This is God's will!
The will of God!
Zhao Quan turned his horse around and said, "Go!"
The Ming cavalry on the left and right sides are making detours. Once they get around us, we can outflank us...
"withdraw!"
Altan closed his eyes in pain.
"withdraw!"
Meng Xian shouted, and then ordered, "Gather the troops, gather the troops! Move now!"
Altan turned his horse around and started galloping, looking back constantly as he galloped.
He hoped that someone under his command would be able to turn the tide.
For example, killing Jiang Qingzhi!
In this way, there is still a chance to reverse the battle.
But he saw that the big flag was moving forward.
That young man!
If time could go back to the moment when Jiang Qingzhi was sent as an envoy to the royal court, Altan swore that no matter who tried to dissuade him, he would kill that person!
"Wan Sheng!"
Cheers suddenly broke out among the Ming army.
This is killing the enemy general!
Altan whipped his warhorse and ran away without looking back.
Yan Song is chasing!
He looked at where the central army's flag was and followed.
He didn't know what he was thinking, he just knew that if he continued to stay where he was, he would be letting something down.
The blood was rushing in the old prime minister's body.
At this moment he forgot about authority!
Forget about the petty intrigues!
Forget about the intrigues!
Forget the calculation!
There is only one thought in my mind!
"Kill the enemy!"
Sun Chonglou, who was charging at the enemy, looked back and was stunned, "Master!"
"What?" Jiang Qingzhi turned around and saw Yan Song holding a long sword, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, and actually following him.
Damn it!
Old Yan!
Are you crazy? !
Yan Song was unwilling to take command of the central army. In Jiang Qingzhi's opinion, he wanted to gain some fame and military merit.
Compared with those civil servants who were trying to grab military merit, Lao Yan's eating manners were much better.
Many times things cannot be black or white, and when you should blend in with the world, you'd better turn a blind eye.
But Yan Song was too fast.
What the hell!
Still accelerating!
Jiang Qingzhi's eyes widened.
Can't believe it!
What he didn't know was that the horse was a gift from the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest was confined to the West Garden, not to mention riding a horse, saying you are the wind and I am stupid. He could hardly ride a horse.
But the people below would still offer tribute of good horses continuously, and those good horses were raised to be fat and strong. According to Huang Jin, if they continued to raise them like this, it would no longer be raising horses, but raising pigs.
The Taoist priest was not a miser. He waved his hand and gave each of his ministers a horse.
Yan Song was the prime minister, so naturally he got the best BMW.
This BMW has been staying in the Yan family, enjoying the best of life. Old Yan usually rides a relatively docile horse when he goes out, which makes the BMW a hidden gem.
Before this expedition, Yan Song's wife Ouyang seriously asked him to change to this BMW.
——If things don’t go well, just run away.
We have a BMW, so we can always be one step ahead of others!
At this moment, Yan Song was more than one step faster than many others.
The BMW, which had been suppressed for several years, finally got the chance to gallop. It neighed loudly and ran faster and faster.
But where the hell are you running to?
Old Yan found himself in the wrong place.
He actually rushed out from Jiang Qingzhi's left side.
The enemy troops there were in chaos, with swords and guns waving everywhere.
Old man!
Yan Song's passion quickly cooled.
He wanted to rein in the BMW, but the BMW was angry and had no recognition of its owner at all, so it continued to run away.
"Old Yan!"
Yan Song heard Jiang Qingzhi's cry. He wanted to shout for help, but when he opened his mouth, he was filled with autumn wind mixed with thick gunpowder smoke.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"Young Master, Yan Song is going to die." Sun Chonglou said gloatingly.
"Bring him back." Jiang Qingzhi ordered.
Sun Chonglou pursed his lips and rushed forward on his horse.
The enemy troops were trying to escape, but their comrades in front blocked their way. When the two sides were fighting, someone shouted, "The Ming army is coming."
The defeated soldiers looked back and found...
What the hell!
It turned out to be an old man wearing the robes of a high-ranking official!
Isn’t this a great achievement?
A fierce soldier rushed over with a grim smile.
Make a great contribution before leaving!
After returning to the grassland, the angry Khan needed an inspiring victory result, so this head was it.
Yan Song panicked.
He was panicking!
My life is over!
Yan Song subconsciously raised his knife and chopped.
Then a scream was heard.
He swore that he heard the scream first, and then he felt his sword hit something.
He opened his eyes and saw that his long sword had chopped into his opponent's neck, cutting into it 30%.
But the opponent's eyes widened as a big gash appeared on his shoulder.
"Who?"
Yan Song struggled to draw his sword and vowed to repay his savior.
"It's Ashura!"
The defeated soldiers in front scattered in panic.
Yan Song turned around and saw Sun Chonglou with an impatient look on his face.
"Old Yan, let's go!"
(End of this chapter)
