Ma Heima's face looked a little ugly. He began to recall the previous situation. The Ming army dug trenches and hid themselves in the trenches. He had indeed never seen the Ming army's so-called one hundred thousand army with his own eyes.
After that night of testing, they were counterattacked, also at night. At that time, I just thought that the mountains and plains were filled with Ming troops. But after thinking about it, was it because I was frightened that I misunderstood it?
Thinking of this, Ma Heima felt deep shame and resentment.
Did those Ming people really use only a very small number of troops to allow themselves to retreat in such an embarrassing situation?
But he still has lingering fears about Zhu Su. The King of Zhou who could think of trench warfare could not be so easy to deal with. What if this person deliberately deceived him to go down the mountain again?
Once bitten, twice shy. Now Ma Heima felt that even if he went down the mountain to test things out, he might fall into the despicable King Zhou's scheme.
"My noble highness...how can you be afraid of that despicable Han Chinese." A veteran general saw Ma Heima's fear and immediately beat his chest and feet to persuade him. "Now the Ming army has reached the foot of the mountain. If we don't kill them, we won't be able to leave safely."
"Aren't you worried that...the Sultan will be disappointed in you in the future?"
Ma Heima's whole body shivered when he said this, and he suddenly became excited. Indeed, as the old general said, their current situation is not optimistic either. Nowadays, the King of Zhou of Ming Dynasty is surrounded by him and his grandfather, and he himself is also surrounded by the Ming army.
The distribution of troops on the entire eastern front is now like the situation of Keshi City-Tama Heima-Zhou King Zhusu-grandfather Tamerlane Sultan. The Ming army and the imperial army highlight the fact that there is me among you, and you among me.
King Zhu Su of Zhou could only choose a soft persimmon as a breakout target between his grandfather and himself. If Ma Heima wanted to successfully open up the situation, wouldn't he also have to choose a direction between King Zhou and Keshi City?
A confrontation with the King of Zhou is inevitable... Is it possible to fight against the tall walls of Stone City?
The Ming soldiers inside were not vegetarians either.
Moreover, I was originally the grandson of whom my grandfather had high hopes, and he was in charge of the entire Eastern Front battlefield alone... If he could not atone for his sins, and his grandfather would be disappointed, could he still be the sultan of the empire in the future?
On the one hand, he had doubts and fears about Zhou King Zhu Su, and on the other hand, he had his own ambition for power. Ma Heima suddenly fell into a dilemma.
"Your Highness, make a decision!" The generals kept admonishing.
"...Let me think about it..." Ma Heima was still suspicious.
There was a stalemate in the tent, and Timur was extremely strict. If it was true that the Ming army did not have many troops, but they were still defeated by such a Ming army, Timur would definitely punish them severely in the future and even affect their family members. After the initial fear of the Ming army faded away, the memory of Timur's iron-fisted rule gradually took over again. Now all these generals want to choose the Ming army to devour.
"Report! Your Highness Ma Heima! There is something strange happening in the Ming army at the foot of the mountain!" Suddenly someone rushed into the tent, bringing up a blizzard of snow.
"There was a fire in the Ming army's camp, and there were faint shouts of killing..."
"Besides, someone in the east saw the black banner!"
"Heiji!" Everyone was shocked. "It's the Sultan who is chasing the Ming army and killing them!"
"Your Highness, if the Sultan defeats the Ming army... we will lose the opportunity to clear our name!"
"Your Highness, the warriors of the empire should not stay in the camp on the mountain..."
"Your Highness, only the blood of Han people can wash away our shame!"
"Your Highness..."
Countless voices calling for a fight once again filled the tent. Ma Heima's face turned blue and red, and two thoughts were at war in his mind.
Finally, fearing being blamed by his grandfather Timur and his ambition to inherit the throne of Sudan prevailed, Mahema decided to go down the mountain and give it a try.
"So, everyone..."
"Let us restore the glory of the Imperial Warriors!"
In the windy and snowy night, the warriors of the Timur Empire were like tigers descending from the mountain, charging towards the Ming army's camp at the foot of the mountain with a devastating momentum. Knowing that his grandfather Timur was powerful, Ma Heima did not dare to spare any effort, so he still charged forward. He was afraid that his grandfather would blame him for being timid and afraid of fighting, and he was afraid of the Ming Dynasty King Zhou.
However, with the charge, Ma Heima, who was still a little worried, gradually calmed down. As expected, the camp of the Ming army was mostly composed of Persians with low morale, and there were not many real Han people... It seemed that the Ming army did not have many people. While Ma Heima was glad that the strength of the Ming army was far inferior to his estimate, he secretly He hated the despicable Akito for deceiving him before.
"Fight towards Heihe! Join the great Sultan Tamerlane!" Ma Heima raised his arms and shouted.
The powerful warriors of the Timur Empire effortlessly tore apart the weak Persian camp and headed towards the black banner at a fast speed. In the direction of the black banner, flames shot into the sky, and there were shouts of killing. Ma Heima believed that it was his grandfather who was fighting with the main force of the Ming army. The Ming Dynasty King Zhou might also be there.
If he could cooperate with his grandfather in attacking the Ming army, or even kill the despicable King Zhou of Ming Dynasty before his grandfather, his grandfather would definitely let him go and even praise him greatly. Perhaps, the position of heir to the empire's sultan will justifiably fall to him when the merits are discussed after the war...
Thinking of this, Ma Heima was greatly excited.
"Wait, Your Highness Ma Heima, something is wrong..." Suddenly, someone grabbed Ma Heima who was swinging his sword forward.
"What's wrong?" Ma Heima was stunned for a moment, a little unhappy.
"Your Highness, no...that's not Heiji!" The man narrowed his eyes and looked at Heiji for a while, then his expression changed and he expressed his judgment.
Ma Heima was startled for a moment, then turned to look at the "black paper" on the mound. It's hard to see clearly in the night, but if you look carefully, you can still see some clues.
Those magnificent imperial black robes that were supposed to represent the Sultan were supposed to be made of the best black bear fur. Their fur was as colorful as a waterfall and would surely shine under the firelight. But those so-called black scarves were slovenly, and had no texture like black bear fur in the firelight. They were blown left and right by the wind and snow, and they looked like rags.
Take a closer look, isn't it just rags? It was really just a few broken bamboo poles carrying a few pieces of broken black cloth sewn together!
In the light of the fire, Ma Heima even saw the two uninhibited straps flying behind a certain piece of cloth... I don't know who the pickled crotch cloth they usually use was sewn on top, pretending to be fake. The glorious black banner of Timur's empire!
"Withdraw troops! Withdraw troops quickly!" Ma Heima had already realized that something was wrong. In the flash of lightning, the familiar cold sweat crawled all over his back again.
"Blow the trumpet and attack!"
Just as Ma Heima was commanding the army to prepare to run away, on the hill, the originally chaotic sounds of fighting and shouts of killing suddenly paused, and then, a majestic voice shouted. Then, Ma Heima heard the unique charge horn that gave him nightmares and kept him awake for a long time.
"kill!"
The surrounding snowbags were lifted, and many soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were hiding in these snowbags that could be seen everywhere. They had already put on white cloaks, and they were naturally in the snow. When they stood up, they immediately took out the firecrackers on their bodies and aimed them at the leading general of Ma Heima's army who had been keeping a close eye on them. shooting.
On top of that mound, there were many well-organized soldiers of the Ming Army, charging from top to bottom through the snow.
(End of chapter)
