That night, Ma Heima retreated three miles away from camp to avoid Zhu Su's approaching trench offensive. He did not dare to challenge Zhu Su directly, and quickly asked his grandfather Timur and his fourth uncle Shaharu for help, saying that the main force of Ming Dynasty was actually here, and asked them to quickly deal with the extremely difficult Zhou Wang Zhu Su.
As for why not retreat further? Nonsense, behind them is Keshi City, which Fei Ju is guarding. If they retreat to Keshi City, won't they suffer arrows and shelling from the city in vain?
This is one of the reasons why Ma Heima is so anxious. He is now surrounded by Zhu Su in front of him and Ke Shi behind him, and is caught between the two sides and is in danger. It's funny to say that originally the Timur Empire was the one that surrounded the enemy and prepared to encircle them for reinforcements.
Now that we can't encircle them, as for reinforcements... the trench dug by King Zhou seems to be more difficult to attack than the walls of Keshi City.
On the contrary, he, the besieging party, was in turn surrounded by others.
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On the southern battlefield, the situation was the opposite.
Zhu Di's troops were surrounded from the east and west by Shaharu and Timur's troops. Although there is Fei Ju's support in the north who occupies Keshi City, the situation is not optimistic.
On the outskirts of Miran Shah's former camp, the shouts of killing were loud, and countless Ming troops were fighting with Shaharul's army. Relying on the large number of people, Timur's army continued to attack day after day. If Fei Ju and Zhang Dingbian in Keshi City had not organized several breakouts to support Zhu Di's troops, I am afraid that this Ming army would not even have a moment's rest. Neither.
But even so, their current situation is still not optimistic. According to the original plan, after occupying the high ground where Miransha camped, they should have used the terrain of the camp and various fences to resist horses to stabilize this position. However, due to the previous fire and the speed of Shaharu's support, the Ming army did not have enough time to set up and repair defensive facilities, or even occupy all defensive positions.
This has led to a very fierce tug-of-war here.
"Go up! Mongolian warriors! Go up!" Mahamu roared loudly with a sharp voice. Around him, countless Mongolian warriors from the Oara tribe came one after another, guarding the front line in front of them with their single swords. Feeling the trembling of his hands and the exhaustion of his spirit, Mahamu only felt waves of sadness. I paid such a high price just to be able to climb high and become a master. But this hope seems to have become a luxury today.
It's not that he never thought about bringing people to surrender to Timur, but once he came to know the style of Timur's empire: Although Timur has become Turkic and believes in Tianfang religion, his methods are actually deep in his bones. Still Mongolian. The fundamental reason why his troops were so brave was because Timur did not stop his soldiers from burning, killing and looting.
The current situation seems clear to Timur, so Timur has issued an order. As long as this Ming army can be defeated, everyone does not have to seal their swords and is allowed to massacre and plunder their own spoils... Such a situation Even if he surrenders, he will most likely be eaten up by these people from Timur's empire. Mahamu's eyes are higher than his head. How can he be willing to send himself into the tiger's mouth?
Secondly... in order to win the trust of the Ming Dynasty, he has paid such a high price, even his descendants... Seeing that his merits are enough to be granted an imperial title, how could he be willing to abandon Zhu Di and his military exploits in the Ming Dynasty these days? The great achievements accumulated in the book?
"Headman, I can't stand it anymore. Mongolian warriors should ride on horses and shoot the enemy. They really don't want to fight head-on with the enemy under the horse... God of Immortality, don't you no longer favor us?" ..." A Mongolian general wailed.
Mahamu strangled him by the neck and lifted him up to him fiercely. "Now those thieves who have turned their backs on Changshengtian have surrounded us on the mountain. How can we shoot the enemies with bows and arrows on horseback? I just know that the warriors will not complain. If you still have the strength, hurry up and get the horses from behind. Use frightening horses to scatter them and block the gap..."
Hearing that Mahamu was going to use horses to guard the camp, the Mongolian was shocked: "First man, horses are the backbone of us Mongols, how can we use horses..."
At this moment, Mahamu felt extremely disgusted with this brainless compatriot, and wondered why the Mongolians couldn't be as clever and intelligent as Akito. "As long as we win, the war horses can naturally be snatched from the opponent's hands! But if we lose, we will all die. What's the use of having more war horses?"
"Go quickly! If this place is lost, I will kill you first!"
After receiving the explanation, the Mongolian suddenly realized it and stumbled to the stable to look for the horse. Mahamu gritted his teeth. Seeing that the situation ahead was not good, he was about to try his best again, but suddenly he heard the cheers of the Mongolian soldiers.
"King Yan! It's His Highness King Yan!"
"The invincible Prince Yan is here to help us!"
Mahamu turned around in surprise, only to see a large flag with the word "Yan" protruding from the thorn. Hundreds of armored soldiers from the Yan Army's Shenji Battalion surrounded the large flag and ran rampant. The soldiers of these Shenji Battalion were like tigers rushing into the flock. The firearms in their hands first harvested the lives of a wave of Timur Empire soldiers, and then their horses continued to speed up and charged again. The banners of the Timur Empire generals were like evading death. They generally retreated.
"Support His Highness!" Mahamu made a prompt decision.
The Mongolians shouted loudly to kill, and in conjunction with the frightened horses being lowered from the mountain, they finally successfully pushed back the Timur Empire's offensive. There was no time to build fortifications, so Mahamu had people block the gap with horse corpses. The horse corpses were thick and overlapping, and they immediately blocked the gap that had been opened.
"Greetings to His Highness King Yan." Mahamu imitated the etiquette of the Han people and knelt down on one knee to Zhu Di.
"No need. Mahamu, you did a good job."
Zhu Di, who was dressed in armor and looked like a god, emerged from behind the Yan-shaped banner. If Zhu Su's fighting style is mostly to sit at the rear and command, then His Highness, who is considered the best leader among the clan members, is famous for his bravery and courage. It can be said that the fact that the camp was able to be held in these days was all due to the bravery of Zhu Di and his subordinate Shenji Battalion. As long as there is a danger of defeat anywhere, Zhu Di's banner with the word "Yan" will definitely arrive in person, and with unparalleled bravery, he will drive away the enemy time and time again.
Countless times, this Mongolian surrender army, which was regarded as a flaw and subjected to strong attacks, turned the corner due to Zhu Di's timely support. Zhu Di's "Yan" banner has stood like an undefeated myth in the hearts of these hero-worshipping Mongolians. As long as the banner of Yan is still there, they believe that they will not be defeated.
After once again comforting the tired Mahamu, Zhu Di once again led his troops back to the central camp to garrison. Only when he was surrounded by his confidants did his face show a bit of exhaustion: He is also a human being. Although his will has been tempered like steel by years of fighting and the ideal of the Western Expedition, his body is still flesh after all. Mortal fetus. The almost endless hours of setting up defenses, rushing for reinforcements, and searching for fighters had already overwhelmed his body.
"Your Highness." Beside him, Zhang Yu stepped forward on his horse with some distress, and helped Zhu Di hold the reins of the horse. "If it doesn't work, break out."
"His Fifth Highness's reinforcements have not yet arrived. I'm afraid the situation is already in danger... Our Ming Dynasty has abundant national strength. We can rest and recuperate for a few years. When we come back in a few years, we can compete with Timur again. Why bother..."
"Once we are defeated and the morale of the army is lost, how easy is it to think of sending troops to the Western Regions again? I'm afraid that in the future, we will all be suppressed and beaten by the Timur Empire." Zhu Di shook his head, but his bloodshot eyes were full of determination. "The fifth brother must have other plans before he arrives. He believes that we can hold off Timur's army, so he didn't come to help."
"The fifth brother believes in me, just as this king believes in the fifth brother. How can I just break out of the encirclement alone and abandon him in this wild land of Central Asia?"
"But... His Majesty the Fifth is only a weak and remnant army!" Zhang Yu was still puzzled. "It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. With only those soldiers, what can the Fifth Highness do?"
"I don't know either." Zhu Di shook his head. "However, this king believes in him, and Monk Yao also believes in him... You should also know that he is not an ordinary person."
Zhang Yu paused for a moment, still wanting to say something, but remembering the miracle that His Highness the Fifth Prince had achieved when he attacked Nahachu in northern Xinjiang, he couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation in his heart.
Hundreds of people walked towards the Central Army in silence. On the way, the sound of wind blew, unconsciously bringing a touch of tragedy to their figures. Zhang Yu felt a little relieved, thinking to himself that His Highness did not care about glory and would not hesitate to take this life. Now that he has made a decision, even if he is wrapped in horse leather, His Highness will have no regrets.
I am just a surrendered general, and I have received the favor of His Highness... The great thing is to go with His Highness, in order to serve as His Highness's general under Jiuquan, and to gather banners for His Highness to kill Yama.
Zhang Yufang was prepared to fight to the death, but unexpectedly when he was about to reach the central army, he encountered a messenger running towards him with a red antelope on his head.
When the messenger saw the banner with the word "Yan", he immediately sped over and ran over. Before he could reach Zhu Di, he hurriedly rolled off his saddle and dismounted. There was uncontrollable joy in his tone:
"Your Highness, we received a tip from a spy in the enemy's army!"
"Timur has withdrawn the siege!"
(End of chapter)
