"Kou...pocket formation?" Di Meng suspected that he heard wrongly.
What is a pocket array? This is a formation used to surround an opponent who is stubbornly resisting at the end of the battle.
It doesn't sound like anything fancy, just spread out the army from left to right, surrounding the opponent like an open pocket. It can also be compared to the way a person opens his arms, trying to take something into his arms, but his own door is wide open, revealing a flaw.
This kind of formation is not suitable for confronting the enemy. It is only suitable for encircling the enemy when the force is absolutely superior and the enemy can be defeated at any time. But now there are not so many people in the Ming army. Even if we include those in the Persian and Shendu surrendered armies who have acceptable military discipline and can fight a little, the number of combatable soldiers on our side is no more than 5,000.
And how many elite soldiers does Ma Heima control? A full thirty thousand!
Five thousand surrounded by thirty thousand... Could it be that His Highness is crazy?
Do you really think you have a hundred thousand troops under your command?
Moreover, to form a pocket formation, these five thousand people must be dispersed. Their front line is already weak, if they spread out again...
Di Meng only felt that the task of protecting Zhu Su's safety was arduous and there was a long way to go.
"By the way, Di Meng." Zhu Suru didn't notice that Di Meng didn't convey the general order. As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and ordered Di Meng.
"Remember, after setting up the pocket formation, send those poisonous soldiers and Persian soldiers to dig trenches."
"I taught you how to deal with the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate before... You should know how to dig a trench, right?"
Di Meng was startled, then nodded blankly.
"Then what are you doing here? Why don't you go quickly?" Zhu Su said.
After all, Di Meng did not dare to go against Zhu Su's wishes. He gritted his teeth and went down to convey the coach's order. At this point, it is impossible to persuade His Highness to retreat. We can only hope that His Highness can create another surprise or miracle. Most of the soldiers who surrendered to Persia were slaves. They couldn't fight head-on. They were asked to dig rocks and dig trenches. But they were all good hands. Soon, a trench across the eastern front appeared in the distance. In front of Ma Heima.
"What is the Ming army doing?" A group of generals from the Timurid Empire looked puzzled. Ma Heima, who had a bald head, was as confused as a six-foot-tall monk. "Could they be trying to dig a tunnel into my camp so they can attack us from the inside?"
No one could answer him. Someone suggested: "Your Highness Ma Heima, why don't we send a team to try to attack this Ming army."
"You can also get a feel for the details of these Ming armies..."
Ma Heima hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to wait and see what happens. As long as you hold on, you will win, so there is no need to give up such thoughts.
All we need to do is to strengthen the vigilance in the camp and send more manpower to stay on duty at night to prevent the Ming army from attacking at night.
There was nothing unusual about the first night.
However, when he got up the next day, Ma Heima climbed to the observation tower and took a look, only to find that the Ming army had several more trenches.
The distance between the trenches is equal. Behind each trench, obstacles are placed with unknown objects. At first glance, they look like a regular wave, which is quite pleasing to the eye.
"Your Highness? This?" The generals under Ma Heima's tent were even more confused. Ma Heima was also speechless, but now, the Ming army has more and more trenches. If we didn't test the trench yesterday when there was only one trench, we can't send troops to test it now.
It seems that he was not very smart yesterday.
On the second day, Ma Heima still chose to wait and see.
However, after the third and fourth days passed, Ma Heima finally couldn't sit still.
I saw those Ming troops outside the city working in full swing every day as if they didn't need to rest. More and more trenches and earthen walls were dug and built up, like a wave that kept moving forward, getting closer and closer to their camp. The closer.
If he doesn't take action, the Ming army's trenches will be dug to the feet of his horse Heima.
"Your Highness Ma Heima? Us?" The general who persuaded him to send troops a few days ago asked again tentatively.
Veins popped up on Ma Heima's forehead, and he couldn't figure out what trick the Ming army was playing. Could it be that he wants to dig trenches to squeeze his side to death?
At this moment, someone from the front came to report that the commander-in-chief of the Zhou Dynasty, King Zhu Su, was in the trench at the front, preparing to shout a message.
Ma Heima was slightly stunned. He did not think about how to respond for the time being, and was ready to listen to what the opposite coach had to say...
"Cough, cough..."
"The 30,000 people from Timur's empire ahead listen."
"You have been completely surrounded by us. Our front has been pushed in front of you."
"Those who know the truth should hurry up and tie up Ma Heima, the grandson of Timur, and surrender with courtesy."
"If this is the case, after I capture and kill the lame Timur, I will still treat you and other meritorious ministers as marquises."
"But if you want to continue to resist stubbornly, I will not be lenient. I will be merciless and kill those who are unwilling to surrender..."
"Repeat, you are completely surrounded by us..."
The Zhou King Zhu Su seemed to be still a young man. He was standing on the earth wall behind the trench at the front, and a strange-looking thing was placed in front of him, which actually amplified his voice to such a distance. Every time he spoke, there was a translator beside him who translated his words into Mongolian, Persian, and Shendu.
Be sure to ensure that all soldiers present can understand and understand...
Zhu Su repeated these words four or five times on the earthen wall before coming down from the earthen wall. Under the earthen wall, Gou'er and several Imperial Academy martial arts students from noble families were waiting for the prime minister. Seeing him coming down, a martial arts student asked:
"Your Highness, can we really scare Ma Heima in this way?" He felt quite frightened. The troops were far inferior to the opponent, so they not only dared to take action first, but also dispersed their forces to surround the opponent.
He even dared to proactively shout, asking them to "turn sides and surrender."
This is equivalent to a child not only daring to tease a strong man, but even jumping up and giving the strong man a hard slap in the face.
Even if this strong man had doubts about why this child was so confident, would he really still swallow his anger under such humiliation and not beat the child to death first?
"Just relying on bluff, of course, cannot scare these strong generals and elite soldiers of the Timur Empire." Zhu Su said. "The role of trenches only comes into play when the two armies are fighting."
"The reason why we are fighting is to ask Ma Heima to take the initiative and beat him up once, so that he will believe that we are really the 'main force' and ask Timur for help."
"Ma Heima has a camp to defend, and he has reduced his troops. We have also built the terrain of the trench. Now the competition is who loses the terrain first. The only way is to provoke Ma Heima to attack, and then rely on the trench terrain and firearms Only with great advantage can we defeat Ma Heima with less and more."
(End of chapter)
