"Didn't you say that there was an explosion in the Ming camp a few days ago, and morale was low, making it impossible to fight! What's going on now! Ah! What's going on!"
The Tartar King was so angry that he almost went crazy.
His elite cavalry could not even resist a single round.
Not only did he not win, but his head was taken away.
Not even one fifth of the people came back alive.
All of these people were injured and had almost no strength to fight anymore.
The most annoying thing is that even their commander had his head chopped off.
This battle really disgraced their Tatars!
The few people standing below did not dare to express their anger.
Finally, the man on the far left said tremblingly: "King, you can't blame us entirely for this."
The Tartar King was so angry that he grabbed a cup and threw it at the man: "If I don't blame you, why don't you blame me!"
"My subordinates dare not!"
Several people immediately knelt down.
A round-faced general raised his head and explained: "King, you have also seen that this war is indeed not our problem, but that Ming Dynasty got a fire-breathing thing from somewhere, and our soldiers were unprepared, so they were Beaten so badly.”
Speaking of this thing, the other generals also had lingering fears on their faces.
"The fire is really strange. It can't be wiped off if it sticks to the body. Our soldiers all suffered from this. Otherwise, with Ming's fighting power, how could we have fought like this."
"That's right, King, do you think there were gods on the Ming side who came to help and brought the true fire of Samadhi, so it couldn't be extinguished?"
As soon as this person finished speaking, he was kicked hard in the chest.
The Tatar King pointed at his head and cursed: "You useless thing, you can't win on your own, and you are talking such nonsense. Next time I hear it, I will chop off your head!"
The Tartar King was angry, but he knew that at least half of what this man said was right.
What is that fire that cannot be extinguished?
"Father." A voice came from outside the tent.
The second Tatar prince opened the curtain and walked in, saying: "Father, I also saw today's battle. I suspect that Chu Ze has come to the border."
As soon as the Tatar King heard these two words, his face instantly turned cold.
He suddenly turned to look at the second Tartar prince, gritted his teeth and said, "Is that the Chu Ze who made the gun for Ming Dynasty and killed your eldest brother?"
"That's him."
The second prince of Tatar walked to the king of Tatar and helped someone to sit down.
He continued: "Chu Ze is a sinister person and is very good at various inventions. This new fire dragon must be his handiwork. I heard before that there was an explosion in the Ming army, and it is probably related to this matter." According to her. According to speculation, Chu Ze should be here to deal with the aftermath.
That so-called explosion is probably related to today's fire dragon.
pity.
She didn't think about this level at the time, otherwise they wouldn't have been so passive today.
The Tatar King said in a cold voice: "This Chuze, I will kill him!"
"It's difficult." The second prince of Tatar had come into contact with Chu Ze and knew that the emperor of Ming Dynasty protected him very well. It would not be easy to kill him. "And our current strength is greatly reduced. Chu Ze and the others will definitely not let go." If you take this opportunity, as I say, we will withdraw immediately, and then we can make a comeback after we regain some strength."
"How long do you have to wait?" The Tatar King glared at her.
They Tatars are nomadic people.
It’s very difficult in the winter.
He sent troops this time not just to avenge his eldest son.
The main thing is to get some benefits from Ming Dynasty.
Unexpectedly, I lost everything first.
Now that the enemy who killed him was right in front of him, it was even more impossible for him to retreat easily.
The Tatar King thought for a while, turned around and held the hand of the second Tatar prince, and said: "You go now..."
"Kill!"
"Kill! Charge into the king's tent and kill the Tartar King!"
The Tartar King had just begun to speak, when a cry of killing suddenly came from the camp.
In a moment, the shouts were covered by countless screams.
The Tartar king was shocked.
He and a few others quickly rushed out of the king's tent, only to see a sea of fire in his camp, with screams and horses neighing, echoing continuously.
Lan Yu personally led the people, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, suddenly appeared in their camp, lighting fires everywhere with a flamethrower, and the Tatar king's tent was covered in a sea of fire in an instant.
Seeing that the situation was not right, the second Tatar prince grabbed the Tatar king and ran away: "Father, the situation is over, retreat quickly!"
"Retreat no matter what, these people are all killed in front of you. If I retreat today, I won't be laughed to death by other tribes!" The Tatar King shook off the second Tatar prince's hand, picked up the weapon from the ground, and shouted: "All Tatar soldiers, obey the order and kill me!"
"Father!"
"King, our people are dead and wounded, retreat!"
Of the five generals who went out just now, only two are left.
The remaining three were either dead or injured, and one was struggling to resist.
But from the look of him, he couldn't resist for long.
The second Tatar prince made an immediate decision, knocked out the Tatar king with one palm, and quickly evacuated under the protection of the remaining soldiers.
After Lan Yu saw it, he immediately led people to chase him for two miles.
After killing nearly half of the opponent's people, he led his troops and left.
The second prince of Tatar and the king of Tatar did not dare to stop for a moment, and ran away for half the night. It was not until the morning light appeared on the horizon that they dared to stop and rest.
The Tartar King was already awake.
Looking at his son who was kneeling at his feet to plead guilty and his two remaining generals, he looked up at the wounded soldiers around him, and he almost lost the energy to curse.
It wasn't until the sun slowly rose that the Tatar King gritted his teeth and said, "Ming Dynasty, Chu Ze, you and I are incompatible with each other!"
"King, what should we do now?" the round-faced general asked.
Their strength has been completely reduced in this battle.
Although they survived, they no longer had much fighting power.
Even if Ming Dynasty let them go, other tribes would never miss this good opportunity to annex them.
Naturally, the King of Tartar also knew this.
He thought for a while, and his defeated eyes suddenly became fixed.
He looked into the distance and said coldly: "I have lost this battle, but I am not at the end of the road yet."
"What do you plan to do, father?" the second Tartar prince asked.
The Tatar King said: "Contact your allies and make a comeback!"
Everyone was silent for a while.
The round-faced general frowned and reminded: "Wang, that fire-breathing thing in the Ming Dynasty is so powerful, I'm afraid no one dares to fight against them, right?" With their miserable examples in front of them, as long as they have more brains, they won't Doing things that seek death.
The second prince of Tatar felt the same way.
The Tatar King snorted coldly and said, "What if we can find a way to crack it?"
All things in the world are interdependent, and if the King of Tartar does not believe in this fire, there will be no enemy.
and……
The King of Tatar held the hand of the second Tatar prince and slowly stood up straight.
He looked in the direction of Daming with sadness and said coldly: "Since these things were made by Chu Ze, let's solve the problem from the source."
As long as Chu Ze dies, Ming Dynasty can only be regarded as a stronger elephant at best.
Even if they are just ants, as long as there are enough, they can kill the elephant.
(End of chapter)
