The results of the soldiers under Timur's empire were extraordinary and comparable. As Khalil continued to call, some soldiers who had awakened from the chaos gathered under Khalil's banner.
They used the terrain and burning tents to fight and retreat while gathering soldiers, and soon gathered more than 10,000 people. At the same time, the charge of the Ming army under Zhu Di seemed to have been exhausted. Due to the direction of the wind, the fire was spreading towards the south where Zhu Di's banner was, which to a certain extent blocked the Ming army for the Timur Empire. progress.
The scene seemed to be at a stalemate again. A hint of joy flashed across Khalil's face.
However, this joy soon froze on his face. Because behind Zhu Di's army, the light of countless torches appeared, and the winding fire dragons knocked Khalil's heart to the freezing point in an instant.
Ming army reinforcements are coming!
The Mongolian cavalry from the rear also came to the battlefield one after another. Under the command of Zhu Di's flag language, they began to divide into two teams to surround Khalil. The Ming army's morale was once again boosted by the arrival of reinforcements. On Khalil's side, the soldiers who had finally gathered showed signs of collapse again.
"Warriors! Don't be afraid, defend these Mingren's attacks! The great Sultan Timur will bring reinforcements soon!" Khalil loudly encouraged morale.
Zhu Di also rode on his horse and loudly issued his orders to the soldiers. "Kill them and crush them."
"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"
The overwhelming fire and the shouts of killing made everyone red-eyed. All tactics and strategies have lost their meaning at this moment. The Ming army has turned into a machine that only knows how to kill. Everyone understands that this is a race against time: should we open this gap before the enemy's reinforcements arrive, or should we let the enemy successfully wait for reinforcements and fail?
Success or failure depends on this moment!
Zhang Yu's eyes were always fixed on the Khalil banner in front of him. At this point in the melee, the powerful firearms, the rain of arrows covering the enemy's troops, and even the immediate command had lost their meaning. The only thing he could rely on at this time was his blood and the weapons in his hands. Although the enemy generals were still resisting stubbornly, Zhang Yu could see that they had reached the end of their war effort.
In the past, during the battle in Hami, he returned to ask for help, but failed to make any meritorious service. Today, as long as Khalil's head is taken off, it will be the first step to defeat Timur's empire...
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu's heart beat violently in his chest.
He saw the opportunity and fired a shot at Khalil, but it was empty. Seeing that Khalil was frightened and hid in the formation of soldiers, Zhang Yu's blood rushed to his head, so he simply drew out his sword and killed Khalil directly.
Seeing the general charging, the Shenji Battalion under Zhang Yu immediately followed suit. These Shenji battalion cavalry are not only equipped with sharp fire stoppers, but also other weapons and armors, which are also first-class among the Ming army. Now that he was aroused to be brave and brave, Khalil's line was suddenly weakened.
Zhang Yu rushed to the front, killing three Timur Empire soldiers while waving his sword, and rushed in front of Khalil. Khalil felt a black shadow suddenly appear suddenly, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly raised his knife to meet it.
With the sound of weapons clashing, Khalil's tiger's mouth burst open, and Zhang Yu's sword was broken into two pieces. Zhang Yu was stunned. He didn't expect that Khalil had such a sword in his hand, but he kept moving. He dropped his hand and cut off the knife. When the two horses crossed each other, he relaxed his arms and captured Khalil directly. Come over.
"Your Highness Khalil!" someone exclaimed.
"The enemy general has been captured by me, Zhang Yu!" Zhang Yu, who had captured Khalil, turned his horse and walked back. As he walked, he shouted loudly. The morale of the Ming army became stronger. Khalil's side lost its leader, and it was slow. They couldn't get enough of it, and finally were completely defeated.
"Your Highness, this is Khalil, son of Miran Shah." Zhang Yu captured Khalil and returned to the central army, and threw him unconscious in front of Zhu Di. He took out Miran Shah's sword from his waist and said: "Your Highness, this man has a precious sword. I would like to lend flowers to the Buddha and offer it to Your Highness."
"This sword cuts gold and cuts jade, but the last general's sword was cut off by him when they cut each other!"
"Oh?" Zhu Di only glanced at Khalil, but was more interested in the knife. He took the sword and pulled it out, only to see the sword's brilliance flowing, and it was covered with a strange pattern. Zhu Di pulled out the sword from his waist, and after slashing each other with swords, a gap appeared in the sword.
This shocked Zhu Di extremely. You must know that his sword and Zhang Yu's sword are made of high-quality steel refined from the latest blast furnace steelmaking method of the Ming Dynasty. The latest weapon of the Ming Dynasty was no match for a machete from the Timur Empire. How could Zhu Di not feel heavy?
"How many of the enemy troops are wearing such swords?" Zhu Di asked solemnly.
"Not many people." Zhang Yu replied. "So far, I have only seen this Khalil equipped with such a weapon. Maybe Miran Shah's sword is also like this, but the swords used by other generals of the Timurid Empire are far inferior to my Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Di breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Timurid Empire had not fully mastered and popularized this method of forging swords, and could only supply the top noble generals. But even so, who knows when this country will forge a large number of such sharp blades and use them to deal with the Ming Dynasty?
At this moment, Zhu Di's desire to overthrow Timur's empire reached its peak.
"Tie up Khalil, gather the prisoners quickly, and put out the fire." Zhu Di focused on the battlefield again, and now, he was even more determined to win. "Dig trenches in the camp, place Tiger Crouching Cannons, and arrange positions."
"The time left for us is running out..."
Because they had been ordered long ago, as soon as the Ming army completely defeated Khalil's remaining forces, they immediately began to clean the battlefield and lay out fortifications. The gap in the siege has been opened. Next, as long as this gap is held, the Ming army can naturally respond to Fei Ju in the city and rely on help.
The premise is that this position must be defended.
According to Zhu Di's estimation, as long as the Ming army can be given a few hours, at dawn, they can set up a copper and iron wall here that is absolutely insurmountable for the Timurid Empire's army. It is said that the speed of the Ming army was not unpleasant, but even so, before dawn, an army from the Timur Empire had already appeared nearby.
"His Royal Highness King Yan, we have found out that it is Timur's fourth son and Shaharu's army who are coming." The scout who explored the route panted and reported.
"It came too fast..." Zhu Di looked at the large banner flying in the night wind in the distance, and the vague but overwhelming soldiers of the Timur Empire in the distance. He once again felt the difficulty of the Timur Empire. entangled.
The second stage of the decisive battle has begun.
(End of chapter)
