Tuo Huan personally took command of the battle, with a murderous look on his face.
There was no other way. It was really impossible not to go forward this time. The Tatar army surrounded them from the rear. Although there were only more than a thousand people, they were all elites, and the damage caused was considerable.
"King Shuning, let's fight!" Ashe Temür advised, "Rather than sit back and wait for death, it's better to go out and fight. Besides, the Ming army is about to arrive, and the Ming court can also see Oala's bravery. "
He didn't take it too seriously when watching the excitement. He knew that having sex was a safe bet, and he had a hidden secret. He had five thousand elite confidants who kept it secret.
I'm a little confused about how to get rid of sex. It's only the morning of the fourth day, and there's still one day left.
But Tatar has completely risked his life, and now his trump card is exposed. Once the Ming army is late, he will not be able to break through.
While he was hesitating, the bodyguard came to report: "King, the Tatars who are outflanking are almost entering the camp. The cattle and sheep have been frightened, and the women and children are being moved to the center, but... they can't hold on for long. "
Ashi Tiemur took the opportunity to quarrel: "The Tatars have already been hit in the face, and the Ming army is behind them. Do we still need to hesitate at this juncture?"
Anyway, it wasn't him bleeding, so he didn't feel any distress at all: "Chief Tuhuan, what are you afraid of? Why don't you dare to fight with the Tatars?"
"Fart, when have I ever been afraid of the Tatars?" Tuo Huan was a little embarrassed and gritted his teeth, "Go and send the order, so that Polo Meng can take action immediately and kill the Tatars who are outflanking him first."
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"Report——!" The Tatar spy got off his horse and loudly reported before entering the commander's camp: "The Ming army is approaching us."
"Wow--"
The curtain was lifted, and Mu Zhuoer came out wearing armor, "How many people are there?"
"More than fifteen thousand," the spy replied.
so much? Mu Zhuoer asked: "How far is it?"
"Less than a hundred miles."
So fast?
Mu Zhuoer was a little flustered. Things were once again beyond her expectations. The Ming army's movements were ridiculously fast.
Should we fight or retreat... Mu Zhuoer is a bit stuck.
"Report——!"
"The Grand Master has led his army to break through the Wala Pass and is marching straight in. Please ask the king for immediate reinforcements." The spy hurriedly came to report.
As soon as he finished speaking, another spy came over: "Report——!"
"The small team outflanking Wala has entered the Wala camp."
Two pieces of good news in succession allowed Mu Zhuoer to regain her confidence.
When things have reached this point, if we back out again, not only will this plan fail completely, but the advantage gained last time will also be lost... Mu Zhuoer's eyes have shown the vicissitudes of life, and they are once again glowing with blazing wildness.
This time, there is no retreat.
She is 56 years old and does not have much time to plan again!
Mu Zhuoer said coldly: "Send the order: Throw away unnecessary supplies, all warriors are dispatched, victory or defeat depends on this!"
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"Report——!"
The spies covered in blood were lifted back by the war horses. Before they could get close, they fell off their horses and said in panic, "King, the pass has been lost!"
"What?"
It's not like he hadn't thought about this situation before, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.
There is still a full day before the scheduled time, can Wala survive?
He has no choice. Now that he has used all his cards, he is no longer qualified to escape.
At the critical moment of life and death, the true colors of the promiscuous hero showed: "You son of a bitch, I will fight with you."
He glanced at Ashe Tiemur and said, "The Tatars are here. If you want to avenge Ulyanha, bring your three thousand warriors to help me. Of course, if you are afraid, you can also choose to escape. "
Ashe Tiemur also understood that it was a critical moment of life and death, and he knew even more that it would be difficult for his three thousand men to escape. He took a deep breath and said, "Let's do it!"
"Okay, it's a man." Tuohuan said to the bodyguard: "Go and inform Boluo Mengke. After finishing those thousand Tatars, immediately rush to the main battlefield. Oara and the Tatars will fight to the death!"
After that, he began to gather all the combat power he could mobilize. This time he was willing to risk everything.
Ashe Tiemur was not idle either, and quickly summoned his few subordinates. This time, it was really time to fight.
——Ming Army, you have to come quickly!
Two-quarters of an hour later, Tuohuan squeezed out more than 2,000 people, and Ashe Tiemur gathered 3,000 people. The two joined forces and rushed to the battlefield ahead.
Hurry up, the Ming army must hurry up... The two of them hurried on, praying in their hearts.
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Slow down, the Ming army will be slower... Mu Zhuoer clenched his fists and paid close attention to the situation on the battlefield.
"Xilulu..."
"Dang rang...puff puff puff..."
“@#￥%……”
The neighing of war horses, the sound of exchange of arms, the sound of blood spraying, and the screams...are connected together to compose a bloody and tragic war song, shocking the earth and the earth, like rolling thunder...
In such a scene, even if a bull's head and a horse's face come, you have to be frightened.
The fighting on the grassland never stops, and they regard robbery as a matter of course. Although they feel cruel, they readily accept that this is their law of survival.
In their concept, men should fight on the battlefield and provide their wives, children, and children with the necessary survival needs.
From the day they became sensible, they were mentally prepared to die on the battlefield and on the fertile grasslands.
The Tatars and Oaras, the two largest tribes on the grassland, were fighting together.
This time, both sides showed their trump cards.
On the battlefield, someone is injured and someone dies every minute, which vividly illustrates the cruelty of war.
"Report——!"
The spy's report interrupted Mu Zhuoer's thoughts. She turned her head coldly: "Say."
"The vanguard of the Ming army is less than thirty miles away from us."
"So fast?" Mu Zhuoer said in shock, "It's only been half an hour, how can it be possible to run so fast?"
The Ming army was indeed fast, but she forgot to calculate the time delay of the news. When she heard that it was less than a hundred miles away, the Ming army was already less than seventy miles away from her.
"The vanguard of the Ming army are all cavalry," the spy said harshly.
"About how much?" Mu Zhuoer asked.
"The situation is too urgent. I didn't see clearly. There should be more than five thousand people." The spy mumbled, "I just found out that they were right in front of me."
"Thirty miles..." Mu Zhuoer gritted his teeth and looked at the battlefield again. The Tatars were invincible, and Oala was retreating steadily. All passes were lost. It would take at least half an hour to break through Oala.
She had staked too many chips and could not withdraw them. "Send the order to leave three thousand warriors to block the Ming army's vanguard who may attack. The rest will continue to attack Oara with all their strength."
At this moment, she was like a gambler, a stud gambler.
Mu Zhuoer shouted softly: "The first person to enter the Wala camp will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins, a young woman, and ten cows and ten sheep!"
The guards around her followed up with a roar, and the loud noise spread to the rear army, and the rear army spread to the front army. Soon all the Tatars and even some Oara people heard it.
As the saying goes, big cakes... there must be brave men under heavy rewards.
The Tatar offensive became more fierce. At the same time, Wala was also angry. Before they lost, the Tatars began to think about carving up their wives, daughters, cattle and sheep. Can this be tolerated?
The battle losses on both sides have further increased!
A quarter of an hour later, Wala's decline became apparent. Although they all tried their best, the disparity in strength was too great and could not be made up by desperate efforts.
Tuo Huan had a ferocious look on his face, and he understood that there was a high probability that he would not be able to wait for the Ming army to come to his rescue.
It's only one day away. It would be great if it was one day later... I'm a little annoyed to have sex, but more importantly, I'm bitter and unwilling.
Ashe Tiemur also had a bitter look on his face, having lost again. This was his second defeat to the Tatars. After this time, Uliangha would completely disappear from the grassland.
Reluctant, but helpless.
At this time, Boluo Mengke brought thousands of elites to kill him. Tuohuan and Ashe Tiemuer were all refreshed when they saw this, but soon they turned into bitter smiles.
It was too late. The entrance of these thousands of people could effectively resist the Tatar attack, but they could not withstand the attack for a day anyway.
On the observation deck.
When Mu Zhuoer saw another new force joining Wala, he immediately became furious and gritted his teeth and said, "This Tu Huan actually has a trump card."
The Ming army is gradually approaching, and there is not much time left for the Tatars.
Reason told Mu Zhuoer that it was time to withdraw. If she didn't withdraw, the price would be even greater. However, the stakes invested were too great, and she was really unwilling to give up.
The Ming army only has 5,000 troops. Even if it does attack, it will hardly pose a threat to our army. As long as we break through Oala before the main force arrives, we can seize the pass and defend it to death... Mu Zhuoer comforted himself.
The raised hand was gradually lowered, and after all, no order to withdraw was issued.
Wala put everything on the line in this battle, so why not the Tatars?
Both sides are like crazy gamblers who are adding money and losing their minds. No one is willing to give up first. The price of giving up has become so high that no one can bear it.
Two quarters of an hour later, Wala, with the addition of new troops, once again showed its decline.
This time, it's more obvious.
This time, it's time to really show your trump card.
However, there is no trump card left in Tuohuan.
He was about to lose...Tou Huan looked miserable.
To win... Mu Zhuoer's eyes widened.
But what the two of them didn't know was that the person who flipped the table had already arrived.
