"Ming Army! It's Ming Army!"
The ambition in Ma Heima's chest quickly dissipated, and the memory of being chased by the elusive Ming army that night came flooding back again. He looked at the Ming troops who suddenly appeared in the snow in front of him in great horror. His first reaction was to pull a soldier and block them in front of his chest.
"boom!"
Sure enough, a bullet quickly penetrated the poor soldier. A touch of happiness arose in Ma Heima's fearful heart: Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise, he would be the one who died!
It's a pity that not all generals of the Timur Empire are as good at summarizing experience as Ma Heima. After the first round of shooting from the fire gun battalion hiding in the snow, Ma Heima's army was shaved off a layer in an instant.
What's even more frightening is that there are also many soldiers from the sniper battalion mixed in the fire gun camp. The rifled guns in their hands were all aimed at general-level figures. After one round of shooting, dozens of Timur Empire generals were killed.
The army's momentum suddenly stopped.
"Sun, Moon, Rivers and Mountains!"
Accompanied by the ups and downs of shouting, the Ming army on the mound had taken advantage of this opportunity to kill in front of Ma Heima's army. Every one of them was in high spirits and full of energy. How could any of them look like they had experienced a hard battle?
Seeing this situation, even the most stupid soldiers of the Timur Empire understood: Our great Sultan Timur has not come at all, and the shouts of killing just now and those high-erected black banners are all signs of death. A good show directed and performed by the Ming army!
What is the purpose? Naturally, he lured these enemies into going deep alone!
After realizing this reality, the morale of Ma Heima's soldiers naturally plummeted.
"Don't be too hung up on fighting, kill Ma Heima first!" This time Zhu Su also rarely visited the front line to supervise the battle. This battle was about the life and death of the Ming army, and he did not dare to take the risk. His original plan was to teach the Persian army to feign defeat to lure the enemy, waiting to lure Mahema into the encirclement and then seal their retreat. Unexpectedly, the Persian army was extremely weak when facing the Timurid Empire's army. Ma Heima charged forward, and the army of more than 10,000 people actually collapsed in a fake show.
In this way, Ma Heima's retreat route is still there, and his troops still have the upper hand. If you want to win a big victory, the only way left is to kill the enemy general as quickly as possible.
Behind him, Timur's main army was pressing forward step by step, and the Ming army could no longer hold them back.
Even though most of them now fight with firecrackers, when it comes to frontal charges, Zhu Su's elite king's guards are still the strongest army in the world. Like a heavy hammer, the Ming army hit the Timurid Empire's shattered front line, instantly smashing their originally tight formation to pieces.
Mandarin duck formations bloomed like petals in the snow, and began to harvest the lives of these Central Asian warriors in the melee.
Normally, this stage of melee should last for a long time. However, General Ma Heima's morale had been lost, and secondly, many lower-level generals were killed by the Fire Gun Battalion's sniper battalion at the first encounter. The soldiers who lost their command suddenly fell into chaos. Third, the supreme commander, Ma Heima, completely lost his will to fight. Facing the threat of the firecrackers, he just kept ordering his soldiers to gather towards him, and then quickly retreated towards the rock mountain.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! The Ming army is coming to kill! That terrible King of Zhou is coming to kill!" The horse's black beard and hair were spread out, looking like a madman. The constant shouts of killing and the sound of firecrackers behind him made him shudder deep in his heart. Whenever he heard a slightly louder noise, he would tremble all over, subconsciously thinking that a Ming army sniper was targeting him again.
He even lost his big banner to his personal guards, and he was buried in the crowd of personal guards and did not dare to show his head: in just a few tens of feet, he had already witnessed a dozen personal guards protecting him, without any trace of them. Without warning, he was killed from a distance by the terrifying weapons of the Ming army and fell to the ground in the snow.
Ma Heima could not accept such a death, and his survival instinct swallowed up his courage and ambition.
Boom boom boom! Suddenly, a long series of thunderous explosions came to mind, and the ground shook. This made Ma Heima immediately hold her head in fear. This was the explosion of a mine buried in the snow by the Ming army. When setting up an ambush, the Ming army laid several mines at the entrance of the valley and waited until Ma Heima's army retreated before firing them. In the flames that soared into the sky, at least hundreds of soldiers from the Timurid Empire were swallowed up by the thunder and fire. The snow in the sky, carrying their corpses, was lifted into the sky by the thunder.
A sticky thing hit Ma Heima's head. He moved his hand tremblingly, only to realize that it was a bloody severed limb...
"...I surrender, I surrender...Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" Ma Heima collapsed completely.
There are snipers on all sides, so that's okay... What if there are Ming mines under my feet?
It's really terrifying to fight against such an enemy. It's not that Ma Heima is too cowardly...
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"Your Highness, the enemy's general, Ma Heima, has been captured alive by us." Under the flag of the sun and moon hanging in the sky, a dog in a white cloak dragged a prisoner with his hands tied and brought him to In front of Zhu Su.
"Capture alive?" Zhu Su glanced at the tightly tied man and couldn't believe that Ma Heima was captured so easily. But before he could question him, the prisoner stepped forward and kowtowed to Zhu Su in an upright manner:
"Ma Heima, the grandson of Sultan Timur and the son of Jihan Jier, pays his respects to the great King Zhou of the Ming Dynasty."
The language was still in Chinese, and although the words were not well spoken, one could still get a general idea.
"Can you speak Chinese?" Zhu Su was a little surprised.
"Yes." Ma Heima's face was slumped, but his attitude was extremely submissive, and he did not dare to show any hostility at all. "Our Timur Empire is the inheritor of the Golden Family's legacy. I have many teachers from various ethnic groups who teach me the languages and knowledge of various countries..."
He is showing Zhu Su that he has usable value, don't kill me...
But when Zhu Su heard this, it had another meaning. This horse Heima is the son of Timur's eldest son, Zhihan Jier, who is the most important heir to the empire... Timur recruited scholars to teach him the Chinese language. What is the purpose of this?
Do you hope that this grandson will be able to rule China one day?
"Ha, the toad yawned—so loudly." Zhu Su sneered, ignoring Ma Heima's frightened begging for mercy, and had Ma Heima put down.
"The general has been captured. Quickly clean up the enemy's broken troops and then set up camp in Yanshan." Zhu Su ordered. Even though he won a big victory, it was still not the time to relax. "Timur is right behind, don't let him take advantage of him."
"Yes." Di Meng, Gou'er and others quickly responded and then devoted themselves to cleaning up the battlefield.
After gathering the tribesmen of Ma Heima and the defeated Persian troops, under Zhu Su's order, a group of people directly garrisoned Ma Heima's Yanshan Camp. Some people originally suggested that Zhu Su march directly into Keshi City, but the facts proved that Zhu Su's decision to fortify himself in Yanshan was not wrong:
On the third day, the Ming army, which was still repairing the Yanshan defense line, saw Timur's headquarters approaching like a forest in the dark clouds.
(End of chapter)
