Three days later, the decisive battle began.
Both sides no longer paid attention to the two teams attacking each other at Yao'er Ridge. The key to the battle now was the collision between the two armies.
Zhu Qizhen also knew that he was not even half-assed when it came to fighting, so he gave up the command to Prince Consort Jingyuan, while he was mainly responsible for holding down the battle and boosting morale.
Before Jingyuan became the Prince Consort, he was also a talented general at the border. There was no big problem for him to take command of the Ming army.
The two sides fought fiercely outside Huailai City, fighting from day to dusk.
The setting sun is like blood, reflecting on this battlefield.
Countless arrows and corpses lay on the ground, weapons were scattered, blood stained the ground red, and gave off a strong fishy smell.
However, the war is not over yet, the shouts of killing still ring through the wilderness, and the sunset reflects the tired figures waving weapons.
The Ming army could no longer hold on.
After all, the three major battalions have never experienced real fighting with real swords and guns. They have not seen blood for a long time. On the cruel battlefield, it is not easy for them to be able to sustain until this point.
The Oara Army, on the other hand, had just ended the unification war and had rich combat experience.
Under their continuous offensive, the originally indestructible formation constructed by Jingyuan began to falter, and was finally broken by the Oara army!
The Ming army began to retreat. Although many generals desperately organized their troops to try to counterattack, they still could not stop the momentum of the Oara army.
The cavalry surged, and the Wala soldiers waved their sabers and ran into the Ming army's formation, messing up the neat formation. The infantry suddenly lost their fighting spirit and began to flee in all directions.
The defeat of the front army directly affected the central army. The morale of the entire army dropped sharply. The Oara army was so powerful that it defeated the central army again!
The army began to collapse.
For a time, the army was in chaos, as if the defeat of the Ming army had been determined.
But Ye Xian also discovered the emperor's banner. He was overjoyed and immediately organized his troops and launched a fierce attack on the Ming army!
If we could capture the Ming Emperor in one battle, it would be a supreme honor, and it would more likely directly lead to the downfall of the Ming Dynasty!
Rebuild Dayuan! Ye Xian may have originally just had the idea of plunder and revenge, but now, this idea really arises in his heart.
"Charge! Whoever captures Emperor Ming will be promoted to Lieutenant and rewarded with a thousand gold coins!"
The eyes of Wala's soldiers were red, their attacks became more rapid, and the rear army began to falter.
"Your Majesty, it's better to retreat into your arms first! Wala's offensive is fierce, you must not make any mistakes!"
Jin Ying, the eunuch in charge of the ceremonial department, and Wang Zhi, who had become the official minister, knelt down in front of the orthodox emperor at the same time and begged.
Zhu Qizhen was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then looked far into the distance. From a distance, he saw the big banner, which had also been separated from Tuo Tuo Bu Hua first, fluttering in the wind among the army of Oala, and constantly attacking in his direction.
"The leader has identified my flag and cannot leave." He snorted coldly:
"It's just a slight disadvantage, nothing to be afraid of!"
"I will not retreat!" Zhu Qizhen roared from his chest. He pulled out the sword from his waist and directed all the Ming troops beside him to join the battle. At the same time, he galloped his horse in the formation to boost morale.
Under his leadership, the morale of the Ming army was high. They formed a desperate formation, with arrows flying like rain, and firecrackers roaring, causing huge casualties to the soldiers of Ora. The menacing Ora army was temporarily repulsed!
However, the local victory was not worth the overall defeat, and more troops were quickly gathered to launch another attack.
The number of Oara soldiers even exceeded the troops guarding Zhu Qi Town at this time.
Zhu Qizhen's Ming army soldiers fell one after another. Watching Wala getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
It looks like it won't last much longer.
Unexpectedly, his first battle would end like this.
Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch something on his waist.
He picked it up and saw that it was a rather exquisite jade pendant. He was a little confused, what is this? But soon the memory woke him up.
This was something he left the palace privately when he was young and was given to him by the mysterious young man in the market. At the beginning, little Zhu Qizhen was still very precious, but as he got older, he gradually no longer believed in these mysterious things. He just never threw them away because he was used to wearing them for many years.
He even thought that he was the majestic True Dragon Emperor, the emperor, and although King Jingping had a great reputation among the people and had great achievements, in the final analysis he was just a minister.
He bless me? How to bless?
However, in this desperate situation, this jade pendant became the last straw for the drowning man. In Zhu Qizhen's mind, an idea arose in despair.
Maybe, there really are immortals and gods?
He clutched the jade pendant tightly, placed it on his chest, closed his eyes and prayed silently.
King Jingping, please protect me.
After a long time, he opened his eyes.
The fighting scene was the same as before, Oala's cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the bloody sword seemed to be right above his head. There were no magic soldiers descending from the sky, nor were there any five thunders.
He sighed softly, and sure enough, nothing changed at all.
Yes, that's just a crazy young man. How could it be possible to talk about ghosts and gods?
He thought of the so-called "catastrophe" his father told him before he died. In fact, he had always thought it was his father's hallucination before his death.
He didn't quite believe in the so-called dream.
But now, he somewhat believes it.
It turns out that Ying Jie is here.
Zhu Qizhen smiled bitterly.
Didn't it mean that someone from the Yan family should be robbed? Now that Chen Guogong is trapped in Yao'erling, he will definitely not be able to be rescued.
Did I bring the wrong person?
The Wala cavalry came closer.
Zhu Qizhen held the sword tightly, and Yan Keng's teachings emerged in his mind.
That day the old man told stories about the heroes of the dynasty, and then told him:
"I would rather die in battle than live on my knees. Your Majesty, this is my inherent belief in China, and it is 'integrity'."
As the memories unfolded, Zhu Qizhen's eyes gradually became firmer.
No matter what the calamity is, I, the Ming Dynasty Emperor, will never be a prisoner of Ye Xian!
The worst case scenario is that he will die as an emperor. Anyway, the capital has a mother and a younger brother, so there will be no chaos!
At this moment, Wala was desperately charging towards the orthodox emperor, while the Ming army was desperately trying to stop him.
This will be a fate-changing moment!
…
At the same time, in a high-rise building in Chen Guogong's mansion far away in Beijing.
A young man leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. The bright red sunset shone on his body, making him look particularly chic.
The world in Yan Ling's eyes is different from that of others. In his eyes, everything in the world has its own "qi".
And in the distant horizon, there is a stream of purple energy that goes straight to the sky and the earth, surrounded by red energy, which is extremely conspicuous and can be seen even from many distances away.
However, gradually, the purple energy became thinner and dimmer, showing that his master's current situation was not optimistic.
"The purple energy is thin...it finally came."
He whispered to himself.
"Your Majesty, I hope you still remember that jade pendant..."
Looking at the weather experience card in his mind, he clicked "Use".
"【Target?】"
"Huai Lai."
"【direction?】"
"Southeast wind."
"[You have used the weather experience card: Strong Wind]"
"[Remaining times: two; Duration: half an hour]"
"[The strong wind will arrive on the battlefield in three breaths]"
The corners of Yan Ling's mouth gradually raised.
Facing the northwest, he opened his arms and laughed loudly:
"The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing!"
(End of chapter)
