"Do you think it's possible that the Ming Dynasty King Zhou wanted to break out and escape?" Timur asked suspiciously.
"Sultan, it's very possible!" Ulugh Beg was shocked. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case. The command of the phalanx today came from him, and he naturally discovered that the resistance of the Ming army was not tenacious.
"It has been snowing heavily recently. If the Ming army wants to break out, it will have to happen in the near future! Sudan, I will organize a guard. We must not let the Ming King Zhou escape..."
"Wait a minute." Timur stopped the excited Ulugh Beg. He tapped the armrest with his fingers, still looking thoughtful.
"Mere defense is useless... I doubt that the Ming army will attack Ma Heima first." Timur said.
"As long as Ma Heima is defeated, this Ming army will be able to get in touch with the previous King Yan and Keshi City. They will no longer be a lone army and can advance and retreat freely. They no longer have to fight us here... But Ma Heima It is difficult to attack the place where our troops are stationed. Do those Ming people really have the courage to attack by force?"
"Moreover, they obviously spent a lot of effort digging these ditches. These ditches can still block us for a long time. Are they really willing to evacuate this place and give up the fortifications they have worked so hard to dig over these days? If they can be so decisive, then It’s too scary.”
Timur hesitated.
Ulugh Beg was also stunned. This... what does grandfather mean? At one moment he suspected that the Ming army would attack Ma Heima, and at the next he said that they would not be so decisive... How did this make him do things? Fortunately, Timur struggled for a while and gave the answer himself: "You take a group of troops and use the cover of wind and snow to explore the Ming army ahead."
"Let's see if they are still in those damn trenches... They probably won't be so decisive in attacking Ma Heima, but they still have to be on guard."
Timur said.
"Yes." Ulugh Bo answered the order, thinking that the Ming army was so worried about such a heavy snowstorm that they braved the wind and snow to climb the mountain to attack Ma Heima's camp. He would rather stay on guard in the camp all night than go to the Ming army camp to explore in this weather, but his grandfather had given orders, so he did not dare to disobey.
He could only keep complaining in his heart that Ma Heima was always annoying among his peers, but now he was still hurting himself.
The same goes for my grandfather, who only has eyes for Ma Heima, his eldest grandson... He is enjoying the warm feet of a beautiful woman in Camel City, but he has to teach his grandson to climb ice and snow.
Ulugh Bo took the order and turned around to leave Camel City. However, before he could open the curtain, a person suddenly swept in like a gust of wind outside the tent, bringing in a cloud of coldness and wind and snow.
"Sultan, our camp has been attacked!"
"Huh?" Timur, who was still deep in thought, relaxed his brows. "Were they attacked? Did the Ming army choose to break out from here?"
Instead, his eyebrows stretched. It has been confirmed that the Ming army is not large in number, so they must not waste their troops and choose to harass here. He leaned back relaxedly and told Ulugh Bo: "In that case, go and prepare for the Ming army to attack the camp."
"I'm tired, so stay here for a while... You must repel the Ming army and don't let them break through."
"Yes." Ulugh Beg accepted the order with a bang. He also felt a little happy that he no longer had to leave the camp and be exposed to the wind.
So he went out of his tent and began to organize defense.
In the wind and snow, the Ming army obviously sent a large number of troops. Fire and smoke from firearms appeared in each trench, shooting in this direction.
An elite group of Ming troops came over through the wind and snow, but were beaten back by Ulugh Beg's men.
However, Mingren has always been weak, and he still had some fighting strength through the trenches. Now that he left the trench and tried to break out, the threat was suddenly gone. While Ulugh Beg was commanding, he led his elite warriors to rush left and right, killing many Ming troops who tried to attack the camp. When it got daylight, the Ming army began to retreat. Ulugh Beg knew that he had guarded the house very beautifully tonight.
He returned to Camel City happily, and when he was about to accept his grandfather's praise, he realized that his grandfather had fallen asleep.
My grandfather, Timur, was disabled. When it rained or snowed, he would often be in unbearable pain and lose energy. This was normal.
But he is a hero after all, and he will not let sleep interfere with his affairs. When he felt that someone was entering his account, Timur woke up and turned around. When he learned that Ulugh Beg had gained a lot overnight, Timur was even more happy. He patted Ulugh Bet on the shoulder and praised him endlessly.
"By the way, you killed thousands of Ming troops...do you have a general?" Timur asked on a whim. "If there is a general, bring his head."
"I would like to see what these difficult generals Akito look like."
Ulugh Bo would not lose his grandfather's interest. Hearing this, he happily asked someone to bring up the head of a Ming army general who had been killed last night. This Ming army general controlled more than a thousand people and must be a general under the Ming army. It's a pity that they are so weak. Last night, I brought hundreds of warriors to them. They were instantly killed by the warriors of the empire and were defeated, leaving behind their armor.
Ulugh Bo happily took the head of the Ming general that his men had taken, and presented it to his grandfather Timur with great respect. , but it changed color.
"Sultan, is there something wrong with this head?" Ulugh Beg asked a little strangely.
Timur glanced at it a few times, then looked at it a few more times, then slammed the head down, and the head rolled back to Ulugh Beg's feet. Ulugh Beg only heard Timur's curses ringing in his ears.
"You idiot! Look carefully!"
"Is this a Han? This... this is clearly a poisonous person! A poisonous person!"
The head has slightly dark skin, protruding eyes and wide lips, and is obviously not dressed like a Han Chinese.
"A person with a poisonous body?" Ulugh Beg was stunned. He lifted up the head and looked around in disbelief. It seemed that it was indeed uglier than ordinary Han people. But what about the poisonous person? Doesn't poisoning someone's body count as a military achievement?
Timur's face darkened visibly. The people who attacked the camp last night were poisonous people. So the Ming army didn't want to break out from their own direction... They really chose Ma Heima? But can King Zhou really abandon the trench he dug so hard?
Can he really be so decisive?
"Give the order and the army will set off."
"Rush to the rescue of Ma Heima immediately!" Timur suddenly ordered.
"Su...Sultan?" Ulugh Beg was shocked. Rushing to the aid of Ma Heima? Doesn't that mean that we have to forcibly cross dozens of Ming army trenches? "Sultan...Grandfather! The Ming army's trenches are powerful. We used shield soldiers to form a phalanx. In one day, we only broke three trenches..."
"If we march by force and the Ming army spots a flaw, wouldn't we suffer huge losses?"
"Grandpa, please think more carefully! You must not be impulsive!"
When Timur said this, his head cleared. We were unable to pursue the enemy last night. In fact, we missed our opportunity. Now that they are advancing again, even if the Ming army really goes to attack Ma Heima, it will be difficult to trace his whereabouts.
Moreover, as Ulugh Beg said, the trenches are extremely dangerous, and it is indeed easy to encounter an ambush by the Ming army if you are in a hurry.
This was another intention of Zhu Su when digging trenches: to delay the enemy's advance and buy enough time for his own military operations.
"Damn it!" Timur punched the chair with hatred. "I was tricked again by these despicable Mingren..."
(End of chapter)
