When he heard that his eldest brother had been injured during the day's battle, Ma Rong felt a little more nervous. However, when he arrived at his tent, he was told that he had eaten a big bowl of meat and had already fallen asleep.
This is also a skill.
The Ming army was centered in Liangxiang County, with nearly 100,000 troops deployed here. The military tents were one after another, seemingly endless.
For many of them, they have never seen such a scene. What will happen tomorrow is self-evident. It is estimated that many people are filled with various emotions. It does take some skills to fall asleep at this time.
Ma Rong couldn't sleep, so he found a clean stone to sit on alone.
It's so quiet this night.
"There will be a big battle tomorrow, but no rest today?"
You can know people by listening to their voices.
Ma Rong did not dare to make a mistake and said respectfully: "I have seen Da Sima at last."
Wang Bing put on a kind face and raised his hand, "No need to be polite. Thanks to you for arriving in time today, otherwise the people of Liangxiang County would have been killed or injured. Before leaving, the Holy Father had instructed this. It can be said that Ma The commander still has the grace to save my life."
"Da Sima's words are serious. As a general of the Ming Dynasty, it is your duty to protect the country and your family."
"Um."
The two were silent for a while.
There seemed to be only frogs croaking during this period.
"We must defeat the Tatars in the battle tomorrow. Your Majesty cannot be kept waiting any longer."
"I understand that I have been waiting for this day for a long time."
The two of them didn't know each other very well. Wang Bing knew that this son's future was limitless, so he felt good about him, but it was taboo to have a close relationship with him.
So he left behind.
Ma Rong didn't expect anything, so he just let it go. All he can think about now is tomorrow's battle.
The little Tatar prince was the biggest hidden danger of the Ming Dynasty in the north. Since he came of age, the northern border of the Ming Dynasty has suffered a major invasion almost every three or two years, and small-scale grass-grazing has occurred almost every year. As long as There are some knowledgeable ministers who are not angry about this!
The next day.
Many people woke up early in the morning. The ones who prepared meals earlier were steaming steamed buns in cages, but they quickly disappeared when they were brought to the crowd.
As soon as Ma Rong left the camp, two of his subordinates brought two over.
He was not polite, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it. While eating, he walked around and looked at his soldiers.
When he encountered someone whose military appearance was disheveled, he would go up and tug at the crooked clothes and say, "I was so scared last night that I didn't sleep all night long? I couldn't even tuck my pants in properly."
Hahaha.
Many people around wanted to laugh.
"Commander, just take a look! If I were to eat black steamed buns, I wouldn't dare say so. Today I'm eating white flour steamed buns, which are quite tasty!"
"Commander!" Someone ran from behind and shouted, "General Zhou wants you to come over."
"I know." Ma Rong turned around and punched a few tough men, "This place is close to the capital. If we finish the battle, we will go back to the capital tomorrow to collect the reward and hug our wife when we get home. If we fail to fight, we will lose face. It’s at the door.”
"How much reward?"
Ma Rong was young and approachable, and many soldiers dared to ask this question.
"I don't know about this. I just heard from Da Sima that the reward money from the imperial court was distributed very quickly this time. There are also some brothers from the 12th Regiment and Battalion in Beijing, and their military salary has been moved out of the internal funds. How much you give out depends on the performance of the war. It’s just a matter of these 50,000 heads. Let’s see how it’s divided.”
When everyone in the Yulin Guard heard this, their hearts were filled with excitement.
"I heard that the emperor made a huge fortune from Kaihai, which I mentioned before!"
The man who was talking about white-flour steamed buns chewed one more bite hard, and his whole mouth was stuffed. Looking at the thing in his hand, he seemed to realize something.
"This money can't be all taken up by Jingying."
…
Ma Rong allowed them to discuss and went to Zhou Shangwen's side.
There is nothing else to discuss this morning, I just want to explain some scenes.
More than half an hour later, accompanied by the vigorous sound of war drums, all the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty cavalry mounted their horses and came to the front of the enemy. The leader is Zhou Shangwen, who is surrounded by generals such as Ma Yihuai, Yan Xingkui, and Ma Rong.
Yang Xing, the commander-in-chief of Xuanfu, is on the right side, and Zhang Yong and Shi Feng are on the left side. This formation is a large fan shape.
The land in the north is vast and flat, so the formation can be spread out.
The Tatars had slightly fewer soldiers and horses, but they did not appear panicked at all due to their small number.
If they win this battle, it will be the Ming army's second civil fortress. In addition to being unable to capture the emperor, it will also suffer many other blows.
Back then, when the orthodox emperor was stationed in Tumubao, he knew that the Wala army was coming behind him, so he sent Cheng Guo Gong Zhu Yong and Yongshun Bo Xue Shou to lead more than 40,000 cavalry, but the entire army was wiped out.
In this kind of terrain, which he is best at, Dayan Khan does not feel that he cannot fight the kind of battle that Ye Xian commanded.
Boom!
With just one sound, the army became restless.
"The Ming army will win!"
This is the final slogan.
"The Ming army will win!"
The rumbling momentum is something that even Dayan Khan has not seen in decades. This predicament is like a kind of gambling. Before the cards are revealed, there is an unprecedented excitement!
boom!
Man and man, horse and horse finally collided.
Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like two huge black waves colliding together.
Shi Feng led the Hu Ben Guards. He had no choice but to drink his hatred in the battle at Zijin Pass. He still has deep resentment. As soon as he mounted his horse, he ran towards Dayan Khan's king's horse.
"Capture the leader! Revenge your brothers!"
Yue Jianting and Cao Xin also joined the Tiger Guards and followed the general in the charge. Their eyes were fixed on Shi Feng. In their opinion, this commander rushed too hard and it would actually be dangerous.
The Tatars' counterattack was equally fierce. Find a gap and use bows and arrows to cover it from behind.
There is not so much so-called art in today's battle. The two armies are facing each other, and what they are competing for is actual bravery.
All the people, they use all their life learning and all their strength to do only one thing, which is to kill the enemy in front of them.
This kind of battle is also the most difficult and cruel.
The war horse fell to the ground under the impact, and some people were crushed half of their bodies because they were unable to avoid it.
Cold knives and arrows may strike from behind at any time, and if you are not careful, there will be a hole in your body.
After many years, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty finally failed to resist the charge of the Tatar cavalry and quickly collapsed.
The Ming Dynasty cavalry in the middle was the most courageous. They pounced like hungry tigers, smashing the first few rows of Tatar soldiers into pieces.
Dayan Khan's heart skipped a beat. For the first time, he felt that he might lose this battle.
It was just that he was defeated in a battle of bravery, but he refused to accept it.
"Who can take down the head of the General Soldier of Datong for me! I will grant him the title of Ten Thousand Households!!"
Under the heavy reward, the Tatar soldiers also began to show the ferocity in their blood.
Zhou Shangwen cannot understand Mongolian, but he knows this method of motivation,
"bring it on!!"
In the entire normal central area.
The Tatar soldiers launched a resolute and tough counterattack against the salient led by Zhou Shangwen. Thousands of soldiers focused on hunting him and fought fiercely with the Ming army around him.
Upon seeing this, Ma Yihuai and Yan Xingkui quickly led troops to come for reinforcements.
Ma Rong even came up with a move to surround Wei and save Zhao. He shouted: "Brother! Kill the leader!"
"You don't need to remind me, second brother! This heavenly achievement belongs to me!!"
The Mongolians are still physically strong, and they wield their weapons to open and close with endless brute force, but they are also human beings. When the enemy always rushes towards them, they will also be afraid and fall!
This battle is a collision of flesh and blood!
The two armies fought from early morning to afternoon. If yesterday it was rain that moistened the earth, today it is blood.
A high ground outside the battlefield.
Han Twelve Lang was brought to Wang Bing's side.
"I heard that the battle in Yizhou was the way you thought of it, Han Twelve Lang... the name is a bit strange. From what you see, what can we do to establish our army's victory at this time?"
Because when he went on an expedition, the emperor mentioned this matter, so he found this person.
"The great Sima is strategizing and must have a good plan in mind. The last general will not dare to say too much."
"Your Majesty often says that in a war, there is no use in being polite. Winning is the last word, and everything else is illusory, including official position and reputation. You have some abilities, and you are often ranked No. 1 in military academies. 1. So if you have anything to say, just say it.”
"Yes!" Han Twelve Lang swallowed his saliva. This legendary dean was originally extremely rare for him to see. "The general thought that now the two armies are fighting and the situation is tense. If there is another group of soldiers and horses, the Tatars will Tartars will be defeated!"
"But where will we get our troops again?"
Han Twelve Lang immediately asked for orders, "The last general is willing to lead the Liangxiang militia to attack!"
"Can they handle such a war?"
"Soldiers are deceitful. The imaginary can also be transformed into reality."
Wang Bing thought this was interesting, "Then go and bluff them."
"I will obey the order!"
The so-called acting is to create a feeling that the Ming army is coming with reinforcements all the way.
Nowadays, the soldiers on the battlefield have been killed so much that they have lost their senses. How can they distinguish so much? The local panic can be transmitted to everyone's ears instantly.
Potential can also be formed from this.
That’s why I say the outcome of the war is really uncertain. Because even if there are many people, if there is an uncertain factor that leads to stampede panic, it will still be a disastrous failure.
Han Twelve Lang has been in Liangxiang for so long, he can still recruit these militiamen.
At Qianniu Castle, he didn't wait for reinforcements! The Mongols were not defeated!
He must do it today!
When he went to the devastated county town and met the leading people, he only said a word.
"Whoever is willing to kill Tartars, come with me!"
"I go!"
In fact, this kind of words does not sound passionate, but tragic, because the person who is willing to fight so hard is definitely not because of such big words as country and nation, but just because his relatives died under the knife of the Tatars!
"I go!!"
"I am coming too!!"
…
These sounds were made through gritted teeth.
So one by one, people stood up again, and soon they gathered into a huge flow of people.
Han Twelve Lang took a military flag with the word "明" written on it and carried it in his hand. Then he got on his horse, raised it high and shouted, "Kill the Tatars!"
"Rush!!"
Countless heads just followed the banner of the Ming Dynasty, like a tsunami that overwhelmed everything.
They passed by the soldiers of the Ming army. Some of them felt that the weapons were not suitable for their hands and changed them from the hands of the corpses. Then they continued to charge, and no one retreated in the process.
"We are going to win!!"
Everyone thinks this way.
After seeing such a scene, Bals felt frightened in his heart, "Father! It's time to withdraw!!"
The broad-faced man glanced in the direction of the capital. What he was thinking about now was Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty. What exactly is his opponent like?
"The Tatar official is running away!"
Ma Sheng is the sharpest person, and he cannot accept this kind of thing. Immediately, he chopped down the people around him, slapped the horse's butt fiercely, and the whole person flew out immediately.
But before he had taken two steps, a flying arrow came from nowhere and landed on Dayan Khan's hat, causing a burst of exclamation.
"What the fuck! Who dares to take the lead from me?!"
Han Twelve Lang couldn't hear anyone scolding him. He missed with one arrow and the second arrow was already on the string.
"Yu Zizai, labor and management are going to avenge you today!"
As he opened his fingers, the arrow flew out quickly with a bang.
Then many people saw it, and blood splashed out from the flesh socket where the arrow had opened.
"Good archery skills!"
Zhou Shangwen praised greatly.
"We won, hurry up! Catch the little prince!"
(End of chapter)
