The fighting continued. The number of people was not too large, but the battlefield was extremely tragic.
There is no retreat for both sides!
If the grassland tribes cannot eat this Ming army, their subsequent plans will definitely fail, and their children will starve to death this winter.
The Ming army also had no way to retreat. They wanted to go back first to ask for help, but the enemy did not give them a chance. There was no hope of retreat, so they could only fight!
"kill……!"
Zhu Yong shouted in a deep voice. There was no way he could hold anything back in this desperate battle.
As long as there is no lack of nutrition, a man's physical fitness is at its peak in his thirties. He can dance like a windmill with a sword, making him incomparable and invincible.
Zhu Yong, the Fu Ning Bo, is not well-known among the nobles, but he is an orthodox military commander, and he has the experience of guarding the border with his father in his early years;
Years of accumulation, at this moment, exploded!
Zhu Yong abandoned the general mentality of dispatching from the middle and coordinating the overall situation, and took on the desperate attitude of Saburo and rushed to the forefront of the battle.
We only have a thousand men on our side, so tactics and even formations are not important anymore. What matters is the courage to fight without fear of death and the courage to risk everything!
Of course Zhu Yong is also afraid of death, but he understands better that the more afraid of death in this situation, the faster he will die. Only by risking his life can he have a glimmer of hope.
Under his leadership as the 'leader', the morale of the Ming army was so high that they were not afraid of death.
According to the law of the Ming Dynasty: if the general dies in battle but his own soldiers are safe, behead him!
Zhu Yongchong, his more than 20 soldiers had to rush; if he followed, the court would still provide him with a pension if he died, but if he didn't rush, he would be beheaded if he returned home.
Although there is no such requirement for the leader of the army to sit together, it is also a serious crime to abandon the general and abandon the battle, and in the current situation, it is impossible to escape.
In such a situation, and the general is so brave, everyone has no choice, and the ruthless and bloody energy... explodes!
Killing one is enough to earn money, killing two is enough to make a profit.
"kill……!"
More than a thousand people faced off against three thousand people, but the momentum was not weak at all, and even worse.
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'Clang~Pfft...' Zhu Yong split the incoming weapon with his sword, raised the tip of the knife, and made a gash in the enemy's chest. The man screamed and fell off his horse...
Zhu Yong gasped for air. His arms were sore and numb, and his strength was already a little weak. His sword was blunt and no longer sharp, but he did not dare to stop at all and continued to move forward. ωＷω.ＧoＮЬ.οrＧ
The momentum was as strong as a tiger at one stroke, then weakened again, and exhausted again and again. Zhu Yong did not dare to stop, so he could only extend this momentum as much as possible.
However, the decline in form made him feel bitter. He could change the situation of the battle, but he could not change the outcome.
After cutting down two prairie barbarians again, his hand holding the knife was trembling, and he had reached his limit.
'If heaven wants to kill me, my life will be at risk...'
Before he could finish his emotion, Zhu Yong suddenly heard the stamping of horse hooves, and Zhu Yong couldn't help but turn his head, and another cavalryman shot out from the diagonal stab, like a sharp knife, charging towards the enemy's flank with unparalleled momentum.
Reinforcements, reinforcements... Zhu Yong was ecstatic. He didn't know why the reinforcements could support him so quickly, but it didn't matter anymore.
The uniforms only worn by the Ming army, the direction of the attack, and the shouts of killing all indicated that they were definitely reinforcements.
"Brothers, hold on, our reinforcements are coming." Zhu Yong shouted.
In fact, there was no need for him to shout. There were suddenly more than a thousand cavalry on the battlefield. Under the bright moonlight, as long as he was not blind or deaf, how could he turn a blind eye?
For a time, the Ming army's momentum, which had gradually weakened, surged again.
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Closer, closer again... Li Hong looked at the battlefield getting closer and closer, his face turned red and his body trembled uncontrollably.
The sight at night is not as good as during the day, but the sounds of fighting, screams, neighing of war horses, and the vague shadows of unknown liquid all over the mountains and plains tell the story of the cruelty, blood, and tragedy of the battlefield.
This is the battlefield... Li Hong's pupils were shaken, once again, breaking his imagination.
Fear, shock, excitement...all kinds of emotions were mixed together, and finally turned into excitement, the ultimate excitement!
His hand holding the handle of the knife kept trembling. He tried several times but could not pull out the knife. He was about to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, but Li Hong was very anxious.
"How many times have I told you, the more urgent it is, the more calm you have to be." Li Qing's tone was calm, and then he shouted loudly, "Draw the knife!"
This shout seemed to hit his soul directly, and Li Hong's soul trembled. Then, he couldn't help but draw the knife naturally!
'Clang! '
The broadsword came out of its sheath, and the blade reflected the moonlight, making it even colder. Li Hong's agitated heart also calmed down.
The next moment, he ran into the enemy.
"Kill...!" Li Hong shouted, and the depression he had been holding in his heart was released at this moment.
Of course, the next second!
"puff…"
A streak of blood shot up into the sky. Li Hong's vision blurred before he could react, and his face was covered in plasma.
He hurriedly wiped his face, and then touched his body for a while. As soon as he realized that he was not injured, a second streak of blood followed.
"Pfft~"
Li Hong wiped his face and breathed a long sigh of relief, then saw his godfather's dancing blood-red sword.
The sword moved at high speed, cutting through the air, making a buzzing sound. Wherever it went, stumps and broken arms flew everywhere.
Suddenly, Li Hong caught a glimpse of two sharp arrows shooting towards his godfather at extremely different angles; it was so fast that he didn't even have time to warn him.
"Danglanglang..."
The arrow was blocked by the back of the knife, and a series of sparks were drawn. The Tai Chi hand grabbed the arrow, and then flicked it. The sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and the arrow was faster than when it came.
This series of actions is a long story, but in fact it only happens in the blink of an eye.
In Li Hong's eyes, he only saw continuous afterimages, and the visual information had already settled before it was transmitted to the brain.
Li Hong wanted to marvel, but Li Qing stepped forward first.
"Be careful, godfather." Li Hong shouted softly.
He quickly followed up, wanting to protect his godfather. After all... his godfather was old, and although he had some courage, he was still not as good as a twenty-year-old boy like him.
In such a tragic battlefield, Li Hong's heart palpitated more and more. He had just calmed down, but he was extremely excited and could not calm down.
However, at this time, he had forgotten his fear, stared straight ahead, and brandished the sword.
Li Qing killed everyone with great bravery, but he always reserved some of his strength to protect his godson.
There is no way to take the military road without going to the battlefield. This is a rare opportunity for actual combat, which can sharpen Li Hong very well.
It doesn't matter whether you kill the enemy or not, whether you make meritorious deeds or not. What matters is the baptism of war. The fastest way for a military commander to grow is to fight. There is no other way.
'Daddy, isn't this too aggressive? '
'This... is simply inhuman...! '
"Don't be stunned. Isn't this the battlefield you have been dreaming of? Kill the enemy!" Li Qing's voice was not loud, but it reached Li Hong's ears very clearly.
"Yes!" Li Hong responded hurriedly, his hand holding the knife tightened again, his eyes cold.
By chance, an injured barbarian came up to him. Without thinking, Li Hong used all his strength to stab him with his backhand.
"puff!"
Li Hong could clearly feel the sword cutting into flesh and blood and breaking bones...
The next moment, his body staggered and he almost fell off the horse. Fortunately, a big hand caught his shoulder in time and slapped the barbarian with the back of his knife. Li Hong was able to withdraw the big knife stuck in the opponent's body.
"Remember...Pfft!" Li Qing chopped off another barbarian with his backhand and continued, "When fighting on the battlefield, you must take good care of your weapons. Killing does not necessarily require force, unless..."
While he was talking, another barbarian rushed forward. Li Qing raised his knife and cut off the man's head with one blow. There was another shower of blood...
Li Qing then added: "Unless you have such great strength."
Just as Li Hong was about to answer, he saw that someone from the prairie barbarians in front had already turned around. He was no longer so passive and shouted quickly: "Dad, be careful!"
"I've said it all, don't rush when things happen, stay calm." During the lecture, Li Qing took care of the first few people and continued to fight. He only left one sentence: "Watch carefully and learn hard."
Li Hong didn't have time to be shocked. He hurriedly followed, dancing with the sword in his hand, slashing at the enemies who occasionally escaped the punishment of his godfather and came up.
This time he learned the lesson and no longer used brute force, but only targeted the enemy's vital points.
Perhaps he was lucky. Almost all the barbarians he faced were injured. Even if they were unlucky, they were the kind of people who were unable to attack and were obviously not in their peak condition.
Li Hong's throbbing heart slowly calmed down and gradually became better.
In one charge, he actually killed six enemies, which was a fruitful victory.
This also greatly inspired Li Hong, who became calmer and more confident...
The array of sharp knives rushed past and tore a hole in the enemy's army. Then, with undiminished momentum, they continued to gallop until they ran five or six miles in one breath before slowly stopping.
After reorganizing his formation, Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief and shouted softly: "Kill again!"
"kill!"
Gallop again.
Li Hong had calmed down and said hurriedly: "Godfather, please stop rushing forward. You have already used up too much energy just now. You should take care of the child."
"With you?" Li Qing sneered, "Do you really think of yourself as a green onion?"
"Godfather..."
"Call the commander!" Li Qing said calmly, "Just kill the enemy. I have the final say on how the battle is fought."
"...Yes!" Li Hong was helpless.
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"Kill...!" Zhu Yong looked excited, no longer as desperate as before.
After the reinforcements were stirred up, the enemy's position was in chaos, which was a great opportunity to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds. Now, not only was the crisis relieved, but it became a bargaining chip for himself to gain promotion.
No matter how bad it is, you can still get a commendation from the emperor for this achievement.
Zhu Yong was extremely excited, a source of strength emerged from his tired body, and he became more and more brave.
The same goes for the officers and soldiers of the Ming Army. The timely arrival of reinforcements greatly increased their confidence. When the reinforcements arrived, it would not take an hour to defeat the opponent.
Zhu Yong exerted his strength here, and Li Qing also came to kill again. The grassland tribe, which was already in chaos, became even more panicked.
Although the existing combat power is not inferior to that of the Ming Dynasty, they still dare not fight. Who knows when another Ming reinforcements will come.
Just when Li Qing was halfway through the charge, the grassland tribe blew the horn of retreat...
