Mahamu knew very well what the division of the battlefield meant. Although the battle had progressed so far, the losses of the Oara Army were not too great, but the result of this battle was already obvious.
If you lose, you will still lose after all the efforts have been made.
Mahamu was unwilling, but had to accept this fact.
"Father, we can't continue to fight. We have to withdraw as soon as possible!" Tuohuan said anxiously, "Our army cannot display its combat power, and its numbers are not as good as the Ming army. If we continue to fight forcefully, we will only be wiped out."
He was also very sad when the battle ended like this. The dream of becoming a prince was shattered. How could he not be sad?
Mahamu sighed, "Quickly gather the remaining troops and then evacuate. You go to the southwest and I will go to the northwest. We will meet up in a month."
"What about the base camp? There are a lot of cattle and sheep there..."
"No more." Mahamu shook his head decisively, with a hint of physical pain on his face. "Conserve your strength as much as possible. Just bring the family with you. You can rob other tribes of cattle and sheep later. Go quickly."
"Yes, father." Tuohuan agreed and hurried away.
Mahamu gritted his teeth and rushed to the battlefield with thousands of personal guards.
…
On the observation deck, Zhu Di looked down at the battlefield with a smile on his lips.
The trend is set!
The battlefield has been completely divided, and the Oara army cannot cooperate with each other. Fighting independently, they cannot exert half of their combat power.
Next, it was the hunting time for the Ming army.
Zhu Zhanji asked for orders: "Your Majesty, I am willing to lead an army to fight bloody battles and serve the country loyally."
"Okay, I'll give you three thousand cavalry." Zhu Di nodded, "Fight steadily, don't underestimate the enemy and rush in!"
"Yes." Zhu Zhanji cupped his hands and looked at Li Qing, as if to say: Supervisor, come with me!
Li Qing ignored him and pointed to the battlefield ahead, "Your Majesty, the Oara army on that battlefield is gathering in an orderly manner;
One of the generals, who is in his forties, is actively commanding and is always surrounded by a large number of strong soldiers. Could it be Mahamu? "
"where?"
"It's right there!" Li Qing pointed to him.
However, Zhu Di did not have as good eyesight as Li Qing, and there were so many people on the battlefield that it was impossible to determine the target.
Plus it was too far away, so he didn't know which one Li Qing was referring to.
Zhu Di stared so hard that he couldn't identify the person Li Qing was pointing to. However, he could tell that Wala was gathering the soldiers and wanted to retreat. He immediately said, "Bring 3,000 cavalry to support you. If conditions permit, I will send you The mahamu I thought was chopped into pieces."
"Okay." Li Qing nodded in agreement.
When Zhu Zhanji saw that his supervisor had run away, he sighed, "Your Majesty, I have also gone to the battlefield."
"Well, be careful." Zhu Di said to the chamberlain, "Li Qian, you come with the emperor's grandson."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Qian was excited.
Influenced by the Three Treasures, he also wanted to do something in his career. Now that he had the opportunity to make meritorious deeds, he was naturally happy.
Although Li Qian was an eunuch, he was extremely tall, muscular, and had good martial arts skills, so he became Zhu Di's eunuch.
…
Li Qing selected 3,000 cavalry from the 30,000 troops guarding the emperor, and then galloped all the way to the battlefield.
Since there was a friendly army directly in front, Li Qing was afraid of accidental injury, so he deliberately made a half circle and attacked the Wala army from the flank.
A team of 3,000 cavalry did not need any clever command, they could just charge, so Li Qing charged at the front.
Three Qianhu were afraid that he would make a mistake, so they followed him closely. Seeing that the boss was risking his life, Qianhu's personal guards did not dare to neglect and rushed straight ahead.
According to the military law of the Ming Dynasty, if an officer is killed in battle but his own soldiers are unharmed, he will be beheaded!
Led by Li Qing, the three thousand cavalrymen were like sharp swords, piercing deeply into the enemy's abdomen.
"kill……!"
Li Qing shouted softly, and his voice carried far away. In the chaos of the battlefield, the soldiers behind him could still hear clearly.
The spear comes out like a dragon and as fast as the wind.
Li Qing wields his spear, and every time he thrusts out, someone will die. The damage is frightening.
Several thousand households were encouraged and their morale was high.
Li Qing galloped all the way, pointing directly at the Oara Army on the battlefield here.
Under the unparalleled momentum, the Wala army was quickly torn open, and Li Qing took advantage of the opportunity to sneak into the core area of the Wala.
Seeing that the army was almost assembled, Mahamu was about to order a retreat. Suddenly he saw the left wing was in chaos. Before anyone could stop it, a small group of Ming troops approached.
Li Qing didn't know Mahamu, but he also had a trick. The moment he saw him, he shouted in a deep voice: "Mahamu, take your life!"
Regardless of the language, the names of people and places remain unchanged. Li Qing believes that as long as the person is Mahamu, he will definitely give feedback.
Sure enough, Mahamu immediately gave positive feedback and even directly admitted his identity.
"Presumptuous!" Mahamu cursed in Chinese, "You are an arrogant kid, how dare you speak so brazenly!"
As he spoke, the scimitar in his palm flew away and went straight to the door in front of Li Qing.
Sure enough, it was Mahamu... Li Qing became more energetic, shot the scimitar away, and quickly approached.
Mahamu's personal guards immediately stepped forward to stop him, but they were no match for Li Qing. With the crazy blessing of Zhenqi, Li Qing's force value far exceeded the limit of ordinary people.
At the same time, the following Ming army cavalry also rushed up.
"@#￥%..." Mahamu was furious.
Li Qing didn't understand what was said, but he knew that this guy must be swearing.
"Clang-dang clang...puff puff puff..."
The tip of the spear flickered with cold light, and in an instant, the throats of several Wala soldiers were pierced, and blood surged wildly, and they drank in the northwest.
Then, three thousand households and their cavalry guards came forward to share the pressure for Li Qing.
Taking advantage of this gap, Li Qing approached again, less than five meters away from Mahamu.
Mahamu was horrified. He had never seen such a brave person. He was beyond the scope of human beings. As a hero, he immediately made the wisest decision.
--escape!
Mahamu shook the reins, turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
With loyal men blocking him, he was confident that he would be able to escape.
This was indeed the case. No matter how brave Li Qing was, he could not make the Wala soldiers in front of him disappear in an instant.
The distance of several meters seems like the world is so close.
The opportunity was fleeting, and when the thousands of troops were about to attack, Li Qing also took the risk, kicked the stirrups to stand on his horse, and then jumped towards Mahamu with one strong kick.
In Li Qing's eyes, this was jumping, but in the eyes of others, his move was simply flying.
The crowd was so huge that Mahamu couldn't run fast, so he could only drive his war horses to squeeze into places with fewer people.
Before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly felt his back sink. Mahamu suddenly turned around and saw a row of bright white teeth.
Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of cold light, and Mahamu felt himself flying up. In mid-air, he saw the fighting soldiers, the mournful horses, and the corpses in the pool of blood. He also saw the people who were chasing him, rushing toward him. Smiling at him.
At the same time, he also saw himself, without his head.
Then, there is no more, everything loses color, and consciousness dissipates...
Li Qing used the tip of his spear to decapitate Mahamu. When his head fell, the spear flew away from his hand and the tip of the spear hit his head accurately.
At the same time, Li Qing grasped the end of the spear and held it firmly in his hand.
This move is the Dragon's Grip among the Thirteen Deadly Spears.
Li Qing held a spear in his hand, raised it high, and shouted in a deep voice: "Mahamu is dead, the traitor Wala, why don't you quickly put down your weapon!?"
This shout was extremely penetrating, but its effect was not very obvious.
Because of the language barrier, Wala had no idea what he was saying. He could only vaguely hear Mahamu's name, but Mahamu's hair was disheveled and his face was covered in blood. No one could recognize him and no one believed that his leader was dead.
However, the nearby Wala soldiers saw it clearly, and they all screamed in fear.
The Wala army couldn't understand it, but the Ming army did!
Although they are not sure whether the opponent's leader is dead, people will always selectively believe in things that are beneficial to themselves.
For a time, the morale of the Ming army became stronger and they looked at everything.
Li Qing didn't dare to stay long among the thousands of soldiers. He had been fighting all the way and had exhausted all his energy. After shouting, he broke out immediately, regardless of whether anyone believed it or not.
…
After a quarter of an hour, Li Qing broke out, took a breath, and led his army back to the camp.
Back at the military camp, Li Qing carried Mahamu's head and walked up to the observation deck.
"Your Majesty, I will kill Mahamu!"
"Just brag!" Zhu Di looked unbelieving, "Can you really win the general's head from the army?"
Li Qing chuckled, "Look carefully, who is this!?"
