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Chapter 618 The Change of Tumu Fort

"Master Zhiyuan, let's withdraw."

The person who spoke was his Han Chinese aide.

In fact, it is not just the Han people who are being sinicized, the Tatars are also being sinicized.

The Yuan court, which moved north, was in the process of being assimilated to the Han culture after being sinicized, but was forced to become assimilated again due to the current situation on the grassland.

Alazhiyuan frowned but said nothing. In his heart, he was actually beginning to back down. After all, these enemies looked difficult to deal with. Even if he could win, it would be a miserable victory. If his troops suffered too many casualties, it would be questionable whether he could maintain his current position.

Seeing that Ala Zhiyuan did not respond, the staff member breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "Master Zhiyuan, the enemy is well-armored and well-organized, and is definitely not a mediocre force. I know that Changshengtian's warriors are no less powerful than others, but the mission assigned to us by the Grand Tutor is to block the Ming Kingdom's food supply. If we lose too many people in the battle with these Semu and Hu people, it will be bad for the Grand Tutor's master."

Ala Zhiyuan frowned and said, "Since this is to block the grain route, if I let these people go, how should I explain to the Grand Tutor?"

The staff member said seriously, "A mere batch of baggage carts is enough to feed the trapped 100,000-plus Ming troops for several meals. If you lose soldiers and generals just to stop this batch of baggage carts, and fail to fulfill the important task entrusted by the Grand Tutor to block the food supply route, wouldn't that be a betrayal of the Grand Tutor's trust in you?"

Just as Alazhiyuan was planning to go down the stairs and lead his troops to retreat, he saw the general opposite him, wearing a golden mask and helmet, raising one arm and waving it forward.

"call!"

Behind him, standing on a small hill, were armored cavalrymen with two rows of feathers on their backs, who rushed down like a tidal wave. Their target was obviously the troops under his command who were originally besieging the Ming army's grain team.

"Insanity!"

Alazhiyuan was both shocked and angry. These Semu and Hu people dared to charge at them with inferior numbers without even saying hello, and did not take them seriously at all.

The staff's faces were full of astonishment.

Alazhiyuan gave him a cold look and ordered: "Don't fight the enemy head-on, wait for the rest of the troops to gather!"

At the moment, there were only more than 2,000 personal guards and more than 2,000 people who had originally besieged the grain team gathered around Alazhiyuan. The rest were scattered out to plunder and did not gather together. It would take a long time to gather them together.

The Tatars quickly deployed the tactics that the Tatar cavalry was best at, with lightly armed archers roaming on both wings, constantly shooting with horse bows to harass the charging armored cavalry of the envoys. The elite soldiers equipped with iron armor lined up in the rear, waiting for the momentum of the envoys' cavalry's charge to weaken, or for their formation to be disrupted by the harassment of the archers, before charging again.

Arrows rained down, hitting the cavalry of the delegation, and most of them were bounced off.

However, all that was heard was a melodious wolf howl.

A bone arrowhead hit the plate armor on Hans' chest with a clang and pierced it easily. The remaining force supported it and pierced his flesh. Hans felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a bloodthirsty giant wolf was gnawing at his flesh and blood. Even with his strong wolf body, he still felt that this arrow almost took away half of his life.

Looking up, Alazhiyuan, who was standing on the hillside with his bow drawn and arrow drawn, showed a trace of surprise on his face: "The armor of this Semu barbarian is so hard that even the magic arrows carved from white wolf teeth can't kill him!"

The white wolf is a kind of giant wolf that has become a monster on the grassland. It can control the fishy wind, come and go without a trace, and is the most difficult to catch. Its teeth are so sharp that they can penetrate everything. After being infused with divine power by the shaman, they are precious treasures for sniping enemy generals on the battlefield.

Facing the rain of arrows from the Tatars, some of the Winged Hussars kept falling to the ground and falling off their horses, but the vast majority of them were still as fast as the wind and charged into the enemy group in the disbelieving eyes of the Tatar light cavalry.

In an instant, people and horses fell to the ground and screams were heard.

If the winged cavalry were just sharp spears, the monastic cavalry and the command knights following behind them would be swung hammers, and the armored archers and iron pagodas on both wings would be tanks that crush everything.

What followed was simply a massacre.

Most of the Tatar cavalry's weapons couldn't even penetrate the armor of the cavalrymen in the delegation.

According to this trend, the light cavalry sent out by Alazhiyuan to harass the enemy and delay the offensive of the cavalry of the delegation would be wiped out in no time.

Alazhiyuan's eyes widened with anger and he roared loudly. The shadow of a giant wolf vaguely appeared behind him. He bent his bow and aimed at the golden-faced general who was charging into the crowd.

The golden-armored general was obviously aware of the murderous intent coming from him. He turned his cold mask towards him and then raised one arm high. In his hand, infinite golden light condensed into a golden holy spear.

At this moment, both of them unexpectedly had the same feeling that they were being locked onto by the other, and no matter how they tried to dodge, they would not be able to escape.

"Holy."

Lothar groaned softly, and the magic power in his body was rapidly injected into it. With his current mental strength, he no longer needed to spend most of his strength to cast the Holy Spear once, and the power became even stronger than before.

The holy spear and the arrow shot by Alazhiyuan flew out of his hands almost at the same time, making sharp explosions and hitting both sides at the same time.

Lothar did not dodge, and his Holy Cross Plate Armor was hit by an arrow. An unreal illusory wolf head roared and rushed into his body, and then nothing happened - the Stone Talent was activated, and this attack did not hurt Lothar at all.

But the Alazhiyuan on the opposite side was not so lucky.

His chest was pierced by the holy spear, and the golden holy light ignited him into a torch. In the distance, one could see a ferocious and howling giant wolf, howling miserably in the holy flames.

The holy flame spread rapidly.

The acquaintances gathered around Alachiyuan, including the Han staff, were engulfed by flames and let out shrill screams.

With the blessing of the flame characteristics of his dragon bloodline, the holy fire that Lothar unleashed is far inferior to Jeanna's in terms of exorcising evil, but his holy fire has a higher temperature and can even burn the enemy's soul like the breath of a ghost dragon.

Lothar shouted: "The enemy will surrender, who dares to fight me!"

Such a big commotion had already made the morale of Alazhiyuan's troops uneasy. The royal cavalry who were preparing for an attack in the rear, the most elite fighting force in Alazhiyuan's troops, had not yet been dispatched when they discovered that the battle situation in front was already a disastrous defeat.

Their leader, who was an unparalleled archer, had ended up with no trace left of his body. They no longer had the will to fight and all retreated.

As the saying goes, don't chase a desperate enemy.

But in fact, once an army loses its organization, no matter how elite it is, it can be slaughtered like a group of sheep, let alone a general like Lothar who carries a double aura of fear leading the charge.

Occasionally, there were a few difficult enemies, but they were taken over and killed by him, Veneto, Charles and others.

...

Not long after in Tumubao.

Taishi Yesen sat on a tall horse purchased from the Timurid Khanate in Central Asia.

He looked at the messy Ming army camp, with a fierce look in his eyes.

The Ming army is retreating!

He believed it!
The eunuch named Wang Zhen and his master really believed it!
The stupid emperor of the Ming Dynasty was really preparing to move his troops and retreat, and came out of his turtle shell.

He doubled over with laughter.

In the past, he went to pay homage to Zhu Qizhen and was canonized as the so-called "King Jingshun".

At that time, Zhu Qizhen sat high up on his throne, displaying the majesty of the great emperor of the Celestial Empire. No one even looked at him twice. Who would have thought that this seemingly majestic emperor was actually a good-for-nothing wrapped in gold and jade!
Right now, the offensive and defensive situations are different.

"Pass my order, all troops, prepare to charge and capture the Ming Emperor alive!"

As orders were passed down layer by layer, the elite armored cavalry surrounding him, the nomadic light cavalry on the outer layer, and the outermost layer of conscripted people without mounts, slowly deployed their formation like a slow-moving giant beast.

"Grandmaster, urgent military information!"

A scout came galloping over on his horse, shouting loudly.

"Grandmaster, Ah... the right wing led by Alazhiyuan was completely wiped out!"

"what!"

Visible astonishment appeared on Yesen's face.

Alazhiyuan came from the right wing of the Oirat Mongols and was in charge of the Ortokes of the right wing of the Oirat Mongols. If it was before he became a Khan in name only, he might not have cared about the demise of Alazhiyuan's tribe. After all, they were not his direct descendants, and their death would only weaken his competitors.

But right now, we are at war with the Ming Dynasty.

He was not only the leader of his own Choros tribe, but also the real ruler of the entire Oirat Tatar regime. No matter how reliable the Alazhiyuan tribe was, it was more reliable than Toghtobukha and the vassal troops recruited from the Jurchens and the three guards of Doyan.

He widened his eyes and grabbed the scout by the collar: "The Ming cavalry is weak, and although the infantry is numerous, even if they win, how can they defeat the more than 10,000 cavalry under Alazhiyuan and wipe them out?"

These days, good news is coming in frequently.

Yesen originally thought that the elite army that had pursued enemies to the north and swept through the land and caves in the past had gone forever.

The scout said with a sad face: "The enemy's cavalry is fierce, and the enemy general has extremely terrifying divine power. With just a wave of his hand, he burned the Lord Zhiyuan to ashes."

"Where is the enemy now?"

Yesen got anxious.

The scout said hurriedly: "The enemy is marching from the south at a very fast speed, and is only 20 to 30 miles away from us."

Yesen couldn't help but frown.

An elite Ming army that could wipe out Alazhiyuan's troops, and it was cavalry, made Yesen somewhat hesitant. If he was attacked from the flank or rear by this cavalry while attacking the Ming army, he might be defeated.

At this moment, the Ming army is moving. The already exhausted and hungry Ming army is now in great chaos. This is the most favorable time for the Tatar army to take action. This is a good opportunity given by the Eternal Heaven, how can it be missed?

"Let Boluo lead his troops to stop this enemy cavalry no matter what the cost!"

Choros Boluo is Yesen's younger brother. After being infused with totemic power by the Eternal Heaven Shaman, he became unstoppable and was known as the bravest warrior on the grassland. He once tore a northern black dragon apart alive with his bare hands.

When the three Doyan guards were subdued before, it was Boluo who took action personally, killed the commander of the Doyan guards, Nairbuhua, plundered his people, and greatly increased his strength.

Even if the enemy really had an elite cavalry, he believed that Boluo could defeat the enemy cavalry, or at least stop it.

The opportunity for battle was fleeting, and no one knew whether the Ming army really wanted to withdraw or wanted to find a place with water to set up camp again. Once the Ming army gained a foothold and fought again, there would be more variables.

The Ming Dynasty claimed to have an army of three million. Even if the emperor was stupid and incompetent, and the army was seriously short of manpower, if the army was halved, it would still be one and a half million. This terrifying number was enough to strike fear into any country in the world.

(End of this chapter)