Seeing the big ball flying in the sky throw a grenade, blowing up Timur's army and knocking him off his feet. Although Fei Ju had never seen a hot air balloon, he quickly realized that the people on it were friendly troops.
"It's His Highness the Fifth, the reinforcements from His Highness! Brothers, kill! Kill all these Xifan barbarians!" Fei Ju shouted.
Some of the Ming troops under him were firebombards mobilized by Zhu Su, but most of them came from the Suzhou Guards and the Weisuo Army. The fire gun soldiers knew that the hot air balloon was the masterpiece of His Highness. Even the guards had never seen a hot air balloon, but they had heard about the battle of Taiyuan in the past. King Zhu Fang of Jin used the weapon designed by His Highness King Zhou to fly into the sky. The story of the people killed by the Northern Yuan army.
As a result, the morale of the Ming army was suddenly boosted. Thousands of Ming soldiers were united and had the momentum to directly counterattack Timur's army, which was several times their size.
"Steady! Steady! Those who retreat will die..." Timur tried to stabilize the situation. Although the arrival of the hot air balloons gave him a great shock, when he came back to his senses, he was still keenly aware that the number of hot air balloons Not many, just five or six.
Moreover, the effectiveness of grenades dropped from hot air balloons is often greatly reduced because the landing point cannot be precisely controlled when dropped from a high altitude. Often a grenade explodes, killing only three or four Imperial soldiers. This is only a drop in the bucket among the tens of thousands of Imperial troops, and is far less costly than the sacrifices suffered when confronting the stubborn Ming army.
As long as you continue to attack fiercely, you can still win a big victory.
However, even though he continued to kill the hesitating soldiers in an attempt to regain the morale of the army, the lost vigor could not be restored in a short time: firstly, the Ming army coming from the air far exceeded the imagination of all the imperial soldiers, secondly Therefore, the whole Timur empire believed in religion, and the people flying from the sky were no different from gods in their eyes.
How can one use a sword to blaspheme God? Many warriors from the Timur Empire had already shouted the name of their true ancestor and knelt down on the spot towards the hot air balloon in the sky. .
Timur was so angry that he was so angry.
He became more and more anxious, so he simply held up the black banner and went into battle in person, leading the soldiers who were still loyal to him to continue to fight in the smoke of gunpowder. It doesn't matter if all these cowards stay here. As long as you can break through the siege, it doesn't matter if you are the only one left...
Timur had only one thought in his mind: he must rush out before Ming's reinforcements arrived!
It's a pity that God is no longer on his side, and the true ancestor he believed in has not appeared: although the sudden appearance of the hot air balloon only delayed Timur's army by one stick of incense, it was the time of this stick of incense that changed everything. The situation on the entire battlefield.
From the west side, the sound of horse hooves slowly came louder and louder, while from the east side, the earth began to tremble slowly, as if an army was coming here. Soon, two large flags that made Timur extremely fearful appeared on the battlefield: the "Yan" flag and the "Zhou" flag came from the east and west, and Fei Ju's Ming army was faintly facing Timur. It is surrounded by three sides!
"Yuanyang Formation! Prepare to break the formation!"
"His Royal Highness King Yan is here! The thief chief dismounts and dies!"
There were constant shouts and shouts from the east and west sides, and the subordinates of the two difficult figures, King Yan and King Zhou, had begun to attack their two wings. Even the grenades that were constantly dropped from the sky became more dense, and they even almost landed on him, the Sultan, on several occasions... Timur finally changed his expression.
The opportunity was gone, he had no chance to break out.
Seeing that the good opportunity was lost, Timur lost his composure and threw the riding whip to the ground in anger. He hated the soldiers who were frightened, and the Ming army's endless weird methods. He even hated the True Ancestor, why he still failed even though he had done his best.
If Timur had watched Farewell My Concubine, the most popular play in Yingtian Mansion, he would have sang at the top of his lungs: "Today, my Timur empire will be destroyed, and it is not a crime of war."
Only this lyric could express the depression in his chest.
However, Timur is not Xiang Yu after all. He has never bothered to be a tragic hero who has everything in vain. He has always been a tough and unscrupulous hero. Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Timur made the best judgment in his mind: "Withdraw the troops! Withdraw to the city!"
"Close the city gate! Block it
Ming army! "
He eventually returned to the sheepfold.
After leaving more than 10,000 corpses behind, Timur finally withdrew to the city of Samarkand. In order to prevent the Ming army from following behind, Timur cruelly abandoned the more than 18,000 people behind him and closed the city gate. Then the invincible and noble Sultan quickly climbed onto the city tower, waiting uneasily for the Ming army's attack. .
However, what was different from what he expected was that, in addition to using hot air balloons to throw a few grenades far in the sky, the Ming army also took advantage of the imperial army's panic to attack and turned to collect the eighteen thousand people left outside the city. Many people were defeated.
Just kidding, these are all ready-made coolies! The soldiers of Timur's empire were much stronger than the Shendu and Persians. After collecting them, I don’t know how many more trenches can be dug.
The Ming army had already tasted the comfort of letting prisoners work as coolies.
When Zhu Su and his men began to clean up the battlefield, what he saw in front of him was shocking. On top of the battle formation, there were mountains of corpses, and the trenches were almost filled with the corpses of Timurid Empire soldiers.
Soldiers are smeared with grass, black kites peck at people's intestines, and defeated horses howl to the sky in sorrow.
Although the Ming army led by Fei Ju was lucky enough to wait for reinforcements, they also suffered heavy losses. The mandarin duck jackets and armors they were wearing had long been soaked in blood and turned into a black sauce. Everyone was sitting in the pile of corpses, gasping for breath. Rough. Seeing Zhu Su, Fei Ju twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed, cursing: "That bastard bitch is really crazy. He took so many lives without any warning..."
"Hey, if His Highness's hot air balloon hadn't arrived so quickly and frightened these barbarians, I, Fei Laosan, would have really fallen here today!"
Yao Guangxiao sat slumped next to Fei Ju. The situation was urgent just now, and even he, a self-proclaimed alien, killed several thieves with a knife. Now that he met Zhu Su, the monk still felt lingering fear. He wiped his hands on the bloody monk's robe, reluctantly put his hands together and said to Zhu Su: "I thank His Highness for your support..."
As smart as he was, he knew that Zhu Su would not be able to provide support after seeing the fire, so he had an idea and released the hot air balloon first.
If it weren't for these hot air balloons, not only would they have died today, but they would also have escaped the thieves chieftain, leaving trouble for the Ming Dynasty.
"You don't have to thank me... If you want to thank me, just thank Shang Bin for coming in time." Zhu Su said, pointing to a young man next to him who looked pale after seeing the battlefield, but still managed to endure it. "If he hadn't brought these instruments quickly, I'm afraid you and the others wouldn't be able to escape this disaster today."
