"Those damn cowardly unbelievers, those despicable Ming people." He cut the drumming sheep in two with a sharp knife. Milansha, who had not slept peacefully for a long time, was furious, and his bloodshot eyes were full of emotions. Full of murderous intent, when the soldiers around him saw his appearance, they all took a few steps back in fear, fearing that they would become victims of Miransha's anger.
"Come on, find it for me... I want it, I want to kill all those Akito!"
Seeing that he had lost his mind, his son Khalil quickly came out and stopped him: "Father, no."
"Mingren are despicable, leaving only these drumming sheep... but they themselves can no longer be found." Khalil tried his best to explain the situation to Miransha, hoping that he would regain his sense. "If we search for Akito on a large scale, we will definitely fall into Akito's trap. Grandfather's order is for us to hold on to the front... We must take grandfather's order first!"
Mentioning Timur, Milan Shah finally calmed down a little. He took a deep breath and looked at Khalil, the son he valued most.
This son was different from him in that he did not inherit his own bravery, but he inherited the wisdom of his mother who was born in the Golden Horde. Even his own father, Timur Sultan, valued his grandson very highly. Miransha himself also relied heavily on this son.
Therefore, he reluctantly held back his temper and asked Khalil: "Are we going to let those wise men like vultures harass our warriors like this?"
"Damn it, why did they only focus on me... Now when I close my eyes, I hear either the whistling of arrows or the sound of damn drums!"
Khalil mused. He knew that his father had a fiery temperament, and if he could not come up with a proper solution for him, he might not be able to endure it for much longer.
With his eyes red, he tried hard to find a way to break the situation. Although the Ming army comes to harass every day, so far, they have not really shown their whereabouts. Therefore, it is impossible to seek reinforcements from his grandfather Timur Sultan. What if the Ming army is attacking in the east and west, deliberately creating momentum in the south, and after the army focuses on the south, it suddenly attacks from the north...
Then they, father and son, will bear the wrath of their grandfather.
"A few days ago, General Shaxika successfully ambushed a Ming army. He was about to defeat them. Unfortunately, another Ming army's reinforcements accidentally hit them and actually surrounded General Shaxika... But the old general Although he failed, we can learn from his approach.”
"Why don't we also set up an ambush and catch these dirty and despicable Mingren..."
Khalil said slowly while thinking. Miransha's eyes lit up, and now he desperately wanted to catch these damn Ming soldiers to vent his anger. "How to set up an ambush? Tell me!"
"We can contact Fourth Uncle Shaharul and ask him to help us set up an ambush..." Khalil said.
Miransha was stunned, and his eyes became angry again. "Shaharu is that cowardly bastard. I will never humble myself and ask him for help."
"I will do this myself! You don't need to say any more." Seeing that his son seemed to want to speak, Miransha stopped him before he could.
Khalil opened his mouth, but had no choice but to close it again. The reason why he wanted to ask for help from the friendly forces of his fourth uncle Shaharu was because his father Miransha's troops were now being targeted by the Ming Dynasty's scouts. If they left the camp to set up an ambush, they would not be able to hide it from the Ming Dynasty's eyes and ears. Letting his father set up an ambush would only result in a failure.
But he can also understand his father's decision... His grandfather Timur's eldest son died young, and other sons, including his father, are coveting the throne of the empire's heir. Shushaharu always acted like a courteous and virtuous corporal and won many people's hearts. He was his father's most powerful life and death enemy. It was understandable that his father did not want to share the credit with him.
Forget it, those attackers only knew tricks like burning down tents with rockets, so they didn't pose any big threat. Even if his father was in vain, he would not cause any losses to the army. Khalil thought to himself, let his father do something to relieve his anger.
On the second day, Miransha led a thousand people to leave the camp and set up an ambush. Although they went out at night without lighting torches, they were still spotted by several pairs of bright eyes in the bushes next to the camp.
Zhu Di Camp is located in a mountain col more than ten miles south of Miransha Camp.
"His Royal Highness King Yan." A scout looked excited and galloped into the camp. When he saw Zhu Di, he immediately rolled off his saddle and dismounted. "Your Highness, Miransha has fallen into a trap!"
"This beast's patience has finally reached its limit. At midnight tonight, he personally led a thousand people to leave the camp and find a place to set up an ambush!"
"Okay!" Zhang Yu and Wang Xian all stood up excitedly. They had been hiding here for several days, waiting for the moment when Milansha revealed his flaws. Zhu Di's eyes also lit up. After asking for details, he immediately issued the order.
"Three armies, follow me."
"Let's crush the Miransha camp together!"
This originally silent mountain col suddenly became noisy. Tens of thousands of Ming army soldiers have been hiding and resting here for several days, and their blades have already begun to drink the enemy's blood. At Zhu Di's order, these Ming troops came out in full force.
Miransha would not have thought that these attackers, who did not even dare to show their faces, were actually the main army led by Zhu Di, the king of Yan in the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Di is bound to win this battle.
In this battle, Zhu Di personally led the Shenji Battalion as the vanguard and led the team at the front. According to Zhu Su's words, what they have to do is to create a time lag, and before the nearby Shaharul army and the rest of Timur's army can react, they can defeat Milan Shah as quickly as possible and massacre his subordinates. Department.
Therefore, Zhu Di did not even clear out the camp and did not bring any baggage. Even the Mongolian surrender troops with slightly inferior combat power just asked them to follow him. He only brought 10,000 Shenji battalions and the Ming army with him in the night. Under the guidance of the scouts, they attacked Miransha's headquarters.
The night was thick, and there were more than a thousand or even ten thousand people scattered in the darkness, and it was impossible to find their whereabouts for a while. Zhu Di's army arrived at the location where the scouts finally tracked Miran Shah, but did not see Miran Shah's troops.
Fortunately, Yao Guangxiao had already thought of such a situation for Zhu Di. Yao Guangxiao nodded towards a soldier of Shenji Camp, and a loud arrow roared into the air. Then, after hearing the sound of arrows, a firework suddenly took off and exploded in front of the army. For a moment, the eyes of the Ming army officers and soldiers were illuminated with bright light.
"Milansha is right ahead!" Seeing that the fireworks were not far away, Zhu Di pointed forward with his big hand.
"Raise the fire and beat the drums! Sons of the Ming Dynasty, follow me forward!"
"The success or failure of this battle depends on this moment!"
"kill!"
"Kill!!" In the silent night, there was a sudden killing sound.
The prelude to the decisive battle between the Ming Dynasty and the Timurid Empire has begun.
(End of chapter)
