People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 621: The Yuan-Ming War (Long Live the Working People)
The system prompt sounds:

You killed an unknown dragon (experience not included in combat log).

Due to attribute conflicts, you can absorb the other party's talent: the ice dragon veins replace all the fire dragon characteristics in the body.

You can also choose to give up absorbing the other party's talents and turn what you gain into nutrients to increase basic attributes.

His fire dragon characteristics are a fusion of the characteristics of the fusion monster, Tyrannosaurus, and Karelian Fire Dragon, the Breath of Dragon, the King of Volcanoes, and the Karelian Dragon Flame.

This serpent monster's strength is between that of the Indominus Rex and the Karelian Fire Dragon. It can be seen from the previous battle that the strength of its dragon breath is not as strong as his.

So of course it is not replaced.

A force rose from his body. Losa scanned his panel and found that both his physical strength and power had increased by ten points.

The body of the basilisk under the dragon's feet suddenly felt like a dried corpse that had been left there for hundreds of years. The touch under the dragon's feet suddenly loosened, and the basilisk's head was crushed into pieces by the dragon, along with its body, which turned into ashes along with it, without even a scale falling off.

What's going on here?

Lothar was a little puzzled. Although he could not take the basilisk's corpse back in the combat record world and it was useless to keep it, but according to common sense, even if he absorbed the essence of the dragon he hunted, his entire body would not turn into ashes.

He had never thought that this basilisk was actually a bit similar to him in essence. Both could temporarily transform from a human body into the form of a dragon, but the form was not permanent.

When the flames gradually died down, the giant dragon with black scales and black wings had disappeared.

The ashes flying all over the sky looked like another gray snowfall.

The sound of horse hooves rang out.

The man rode on the back of a giant unicorn, and the golden light reorganized into a gorgeous holy cross plate armor on his body.

"Long live!"

"God bless!"

Cheers came and went.

Lothar took off his golden mask, came to the front of the battle formation, and looked at the terrified Tatar cavalrymen on the opposite side.

They retreated like the tide, no longer able to muster any will to fight.

Lothar did not order a pursuit. These people more or less had a trace of basilisk blood in their bodies. He absorbed the power of the basilisk's blood. As long as he displayed the dragon's power, even if he met them on the battlefield again, they would never have the courage to face him.

It didn't take much energy for him to transform into a dragon and kill the snake monster.

It was far from being like the holy spear he had just used. A breath of dragon fire would make him dizzy and his head hurt. He wished he could sleep in bed for several days before he could recover.

Although his current strength is still at the five-star template, with so many special abilities accumulated, even if he is rated as a six-star in the system, he is already one of those with strong combat power.

Hans came to Veneto's side without knowing when.

"We adults already have this kind of power..."

At first, Lothar's power was not much stronger than when he was a one-star squire. He was just a slightly more powerful mortal.

Later, because he obtained the blood of the wolf clan, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. Under the command of the adults, he was also considered a powerful general. Unfortunately, this period of time did not last long.

"Veneto, have you seen Charlie? He has only just obtained the power bestowed upon him by the adults. Once he is familiar with his power, how many people can you and I defeat him?"

"I guess we can't beat many of them."

Veneto stared at the knight riding on the giant horse in the distance, with an inexplicable expression: "If the power is like this, it is not surprising that the lord was able to destroy an entire liquidation team and take away two wolf guards."

He was originally an arrogant guy who looked down on others. Although he respected Lothar, he could never be said to be in awe of him.

Now it's different.

Instead, there is a faint feeling of loneliness, as if one has been abandoned by the times and is feeling frustrated.

The golden glow descended upon the earth, transforming into a shining knight in silver armor.

She looked around and sniffed, "It seems we are late."

Lothar smiled and said, "Heroes always come late."

"After sensing your presence, we have rushed here as fast as we can."

Behind Jeanna, the figure of Cherinina suddenly appeared. She looked at Losa, then hurriedly looked away, trying her best to conceal the emotions in her eyes.

Jeanna patted Losa on the shoulder, feeling very relieved: "Now you are really amazing, the remaining aura of this guy is not weak, and you have solved it in just a short while?"

"Dragon transformation is my most powerful skill after all."

"Tsk, shouldn't your best skill be to borrow my Holy Spear?"

Lothar smiled and said, "That's true. But this time, although the enemy looks like a demon, it is actually a real dragon. The Holy Lance has no effect on it."

"You guys came from Tumubao? What's the situation over there?"

"I guess a fight is about to break out."

Lothar looked back.

The Ming army hiding in the chariot camp was already silent as they could not tell who was a demon and who was a friend.

These baggage carts are the so-called Wugang carts, which have four wheels, a roof and shooting holes. They can be used to transport weapons, food and other supplies, and can also be used to build chariot barriers. They are important equipment for the Ming army to deal with nomadic cavalry.

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Earthen fort.

"Your Majesty, the Tatar cavalry is charging!"

Wang Zhen felt somewhat frightened as he looked at the Tatar coalition forces surrounding him from all directions.

Zhu Qizhen said angrily: "They are indeed a group of untrustworthy barbarians. Do they really think they can defeat me? Pass the order down, meet the enemy, fight, and kill all these Tartars!"

The Tatar coalition forces were not all cavalry.

A considerable number of them were light infantry recruited from vassal states such as the Jurchens, but the number of troops was still extremely large. In addition, the Tatar coalition formation had been fully deployed, and there was no edge in sight at a glance, as if the mountains and plains were full of enemies.

Despite the actual number of people on both sides, the Ming army still had the upper hand.

The light infantry of the grassland coalition had already pressed forward. Their weapons were crude, and many of them did not even have a shield. They were completely at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the Ming army. But unfortunately, in Yesen's mind, these people were meant to consume the Ming army's few remaining arrows and gunpowder.

The two sides fought for a long time.

The Tatar cavalry began to move out.

As the Tatar cavalry approached.

The Ming soldiers hiding behind the chariots picked up their muskets and stood up to shoot.

"put!"

The Ming army lit the fuse and the muskets exploded.

Fireworks spewed out from the muzzles of guns, and gun smoke formed a thick fog over the Ming army camp.

However, with the sound of the muskets exploding, more than a dozen Tatar cavalrymen fell to the ground.

A Tartar cavalry general, even though wearing a thick suit of armor, was still easily pierced by lead bullets.

Many lead bullets pierced not only one person, but also his mount and the enemies behind him. Unfortunately, the distance was still far at this time, and the results of the first round of shooting were limited. The enemy's charge momentum was not stopped at all.

After the first row of Ming soldiers fired their guns, they immediately handed the muskets to the soldiers behind them, who took out a musket that was already loaded with lead and started shooting.

Behind the musketeers, the Ming army's crossbowmen began shooting, causing the Tatar cavalry's formation to be in chaos. After leaving behind hundreds of dead bodies, they returned to the back of the grassland coalition infantry.

Originally, there should be cavalry on standby behind the musketeers. After the musketeers' volleys tore the enemy's formation apart, the cavalry would charge. This was the tactic that the Ming army relied on to defeat the Tatars and dominate the Eastern world.

It’s a pity that the Ming army’s cavalry had almost been exhausted.

Originally, based on the number of firearms equipped by the Ming army, they could have formed a larger number of phalanxes.

However, due to the continuous freezing rain in recent days and the fact that many gunpowder and firearms had been improperly stored, or the craftsmanship itself was relatively backward, the failure rate was extremely high, and they could not be used against the enemy at all.

During the reign of Zhu Qizhen, the firearms of the Ming army actually degenerated compared to the reign of Emperor Chengzu.

Yesen had a sneer on his face. Over the years, the Ming and Yuan dynasties had fought countless wars, which often ended with the Yuan court's defeat. Even if they had achieved a few local victories, it could not change the gap in national strength between the two countries.

But today, everything will be rewritten.

His eyes were fixed on the five large banners of red, white, yellow, black and green standing upright in the midst of the Ming army. These were the Xiantian Five Directional Flags, a symbol of the Five Military Commanders' Office of the Ming court. When all five were gathered together, they represented the emperor's ceremonial guard.

"The Southern Dynasty's army has run out of tricks. Send the warriors of the Mahar tribe to prepare to attack, capture the Southern Dynasty emperor alive, and present him to my banner."

The word "da hu" means a flag. Not only the Ming army had it, but the Oirat people also had it. The da hu used by Yesen was made of white yak tail, and the top of the da hu was shaped like a trident. If it was the Khan of the Tatars, nine da hu hu would be erected.

Following Yesen's order, a group of cavalrymen, followed by a group of mounts and a group of hunting dogs that were much bigger than prairie wolves, rushed out of the formation with strange cries and dog barks.

Their equipment was also luxurious, with complete armor, and the arrows they used were all made of fine iron, all of which were bought from Ming merchants or purchased from the Timurid Empire.

"These damned Tartar bandits, Your Majesty, their target is us!"

Wang Zhen was furious. He was also secretly running a business of transporting salt, iron and tea to the grasslands, and had contacts with many chieftains of the Wala tribe. When Yexian proposed peace talks before, he actually believed it for a while.

After all, the Tartars are greedy and only want money. Letting them go not only avoids the need for war, but also allows them to receive generous rewards from the Ming court. Isn't this the best of both worlds?

Zhu Qizhen glared at Wang Zhen fiercely. The Oirat people were staring at him closely. It seemed that his original plan to rely on the Jinyiwei to escort him to escape was impossible to implement.

"General Fan, what do you think the outcome of this battle will be?"

The guard general Fan Zhong responded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, don't worry. We will not let any Tartar thieves cross our defense line before we are all dead."

Zhu Qizhen opened his mouth and let out a long sigh.

To be honest, he was not familiar with these emperor's personal troops.

As an emperor, he was supposed to report for duty and inspect the Beijing Camp every day, but after he came to power, he abandoned this rule. He also vaguely knew that the Beijing Camp's combat effectiveness had become what it is now, with a shortage of soldiers, lax training, and outdated weapons, which was probably related to this.

At this time, the front line was already crumbling.

The Ming army's limited gunpowder and arrows were almost running out of supplies. Originally, the Ming army was naturally not afraid of close combat with the enemy, but they were not only hungry, but many teams had already left the camp, and they were scattered. Once they were charged by the Tartar cavalry, they could no longer form a formation.

Many Ming troops had been defeated and were fleeing in all directions, trying to find a way to survive, but how could two legs outrun four legs?
Some people with lofty ideals wanted to stop and organize resistance, but they were soon shot and chopped to the ground by the Tatar cavalry.

A large number of defeated soldiers were driven back to their own camps, causing a chain reaction. The defeat was like a landslide. For a moment, countless hungry and thirsty Ming soldiers fled, trying to find a way out of this desperate situation.

No matter how stupid Zhu Qizhen was or how ignorant he was of military affairs, he knew at this moment that this battle was already disastrous - he had originally thought that Tumubao had an open terrain that would facilitate the deployment of the army, and was a good place for a decisive battle with the Tatars.

He dismounted, sat facing south, and drew the sword from his waist with a clang.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you can't do that!"

Wang Zhen was startled. As a eunuch, although he once controlled the government and was second only to the emperor, his position actually depended entirely on the support of Zhu Qizhen. Once Zhu Qizhen died, there was no value in his living anymore.

Those civil servants and military generals wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin. If they fell into the hands of the Oirat people, they would never spend a penny to redeem them.

Moreover, he had heard that those Tartar bandits were extremely rude and barbaric. Many good men who fell into their hands might have their anus broken or their anuses ruptured, not to mention a rootless villain like him, whose fate would probably be even worse.

Zhu Qizhen was silent for a moment and sighed heavily.

"Ugh!"

He then put away the emperor's sword.

He really couldn't make up his mind.

He is the emperor, the supreme ruler, the most honorable person in the world. As long as he can return alive, he will still enjoy endless glory. But if he falls into the hands of the Tartars, what kind of humiliation will he, the supreme ruler, suffer?
If Yesen had to expose his body like the two emperors Huizong and Qinzong, and be led back to the grassland in a sheepskin, would he be able to endure it?

His fingers were trembling a little.

The thought came to his mind again: fighting was nothing like he had imagined.

(End of this chapter)