I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

Finally, he confessed, ignited the lead wires connected together, and let out the last roar in his life.

"rush!"

With the officer's loud roar, the other people who were resisting the arrow rain and the Oirat soldiers who came over to hack, pushed their shields violently, pushing away the dozen or so Oirat soldiers around them, and made room for the officer.

The officer with the shield in his hand, regardless of the pain of the wound on his body, ran forward with all his strength for a few steps, and then slammed down to the gate of the Wala camp.

"Three heads!"

With blood and tears in their eyes, the others glanced at the officer who had been pierced by the spear, and quickly backed away.

Six thunderbolts were strapped to the officer, and they were so close that if they didn't retreat, the lethality of the explosion would cover them.

And they retreated for the next attack.

If the officer didn't blow up the gate, the rest of them would continue to blow up the gate with the few remaining thunderbolts.

"Boom, boom..."

Under the horrified eyes of the Oirat spearmen, the six thunderbolts exploded violently.

The gunpowder smoke produced by the black powder covered the entire gate of the village.

Everyone was staring in the direction of the door.

The Oirats prayed in their hearts that the gate would be safe and give them more time to block the gate.

The Ming army tensed up one by one, ready to charge again.

"Crunch! Crunch"

"Boom!"

Before the gunpowder smoke dissipated, there was a sound of wood rubbing.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the gates outside the Oara camp were scattered all over the place.

In an instant, the whole scene fell silent.

"rush!"

Zhu Zhangui swung the saber in his hand, and the first horse charged.

"Kill!"

The cavalry behind them shouted excitedly, brandishing swords and various weapons, and followed Zhu Zhangui towards the gate.

Maybe someone will ask.

Why not blow up the relatively thin fence wall, but use human lives to blow up the strictly guarded gate.

Camping in ancient camps is not like in movies and TV dramas, just put up a wooden fence and you're done.

In addition to the direction of the door.

Elsewhere, deep trenches were dug and filled with horses.

Even if the wooden fence was blown up, the cavalry could not rush through the trench that was several feet wide.

So you can only attack the gate against the enemy's arrow rain.

The distance between the two parties is no more than two arrows away.

The horse rushed forward and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Zhangui took the lead and crashed directly into the still somewhat chaotic Oirat spear team.

The steel knife in his hand waved left and right.

Every time they hacked, a Wala fell to the ground screaming.

"Stop...block them!"

The Ming army rushed in, and the Wala head who blocked the door jumped up in anxiety, and loudly ordered the soldiers to block the gap quickly.

It's a pity that running with your feet can't keep up with a four-legged war horse.

Coupled with the fact that the entrance is just so small, how many people can stand there.

The infantry is inherently weak in the face of the fast-charging cavalry.

And all those who followed Zhu Zhangui to the front were brave and skilled warriors.

The brothers in front paved a way with their lives. If they can't rush in, how can they face those brothers who are fighting with their lives.

Under the leadership of Zhu Zhangui, the knights rumbled through the gate of the Oirats

Along the way, he frantically slashed and rushed in desperately.

Their task is not to wipe out the enemy, but to mess up the rear line of the enemy's camp and give the Ming army who is attacking from the front a chance to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

Zhu Zhangui ignored the enemies behind him and rushed into the Wala camp.

With the cavalry behind him, against the enemy's rain of arrows and the Oirats who rushed over frantically, they rushed all the way to the front line desperately.

Now everyone including Zhu Zhangui, no one is afraid, no one is afraid.

Even if there are enemies everywhere around them, and comrades in arms continue to fall off their horses and die, they are not afraid.

There is only one thought in their mind.

Charge, charge, charge.

Break through the camp of the Oirat army, and give the brothers of the Ming army who are confronting the Oirat army a loophole to break the enemy.

Facing the Ming army charging wildly in the camp, the Wala people were also crazy.

They rushed forward one after another, and they did not hesitate to use their lives to stop this cavalry unit.

The Wala people with bows and arrows shot wildly at the Ming army regardless of the risk of accidentally injuring their own people.

"puff!"

Zhu Zhangui, who led the cavalry to charge and slash wildly, suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder.

Turning his eyes, he saw an arrow slipped through a gap in the armor at some point and hit his shoulder.

"Damn!"

Feeling the numbness coming from his arm, Zhu Zhangui knocked away a few Oirats blocking the way, ignored the barb of the arrow, and gritted his teeth to pull out the arrow that was impeding his movement.

"puff!"

The arrow was pulled out, and a flower of blood came out.

Zhu Zhangui took a deep breath, suppressed the piercing pain, and glanced at the front camp of the Wala people visible in the distance.

Raising the knife that was cut full of gaps, he roared angrily.

"Victory is at hand, brothers follow me to kill!"

"Kill!"

The cavalrymen who were fighting were covered in blood, and their physical strength was declining rapidly, looking at the figure that was going forward indomitably.

All of a sudden, I recalled that little figure on the coast, only in his early 10s, holding a long knife and launching a countercharge against tens of thousands of enemies.

"The profuse sweating is not good, the rear battalion is broken, the Ming army is rushing here, and they are coming soon."

When Zhu Zhangui led the cavalry to charge his life, a bloody Oirat cavalry rushed to the front camp.

He rushed all the way in front of Mahamu, fell off his horse weakly, knelt in front of Mahamu, and reported in a crying voice, which was the last thing Mahamu wanted to hear.

"puff!"

The scimitar cut across the neck of the reporting soldier, and Mahamu ordered with a cold expression.

"This person is a spy of the Ming army. His purpose is to disturb our army's morale. There is no Ming army behind us. Everyone holds the line and does not allow chaos. Those who feel false and disturb the army's morale will be killed without mercy!"

The generals around looked at the dead soldiers and at the rear battalion where the chaos was heard, and fell silent.

Although Mahamu tried his best to conceal the news that the herdsmen's camp was breached by the Ming army, they still knew a thing or two.

Originally, they thought that at this point, Mahamu would order surrender and then negotiate with the Ming army.Pay some cattle, sheep and horses, say a few words to soften, choose to surrender to the Ming Dynasty, and everyone will return to the previous days.

But they didn't expect Mahamu to be so crazy.

At this point, not only did he not choose to surrender, but he chose to fight to the end.

Nobody wants to die.

They are all high-level people, enjoying a life that ordinary herdsmen cannot enjoy every day.

They haven't had enough of this kind of good life, and they don't want to lose or die like this.

"Khan, give up, we are completely defeated."

A general gritted his teeth and stood up, telling the truth of the failure.

"puff!"

Another knife flashed.

The general who stood up, clutching his bleeding neck, watched Mahamu fall down without confidence.

Mahamu pointed at all the generals present with a scimitar dripping with blood, and said with madness in his eyes.

"I said before, if anyone who speaks lies will be shot to death, do you want me to surrender?"

"Once upon a time..."

The guards around Mahamu drew out their weapons and surrounded these generals.

These people are followers of Mahamu who vowed to die, even if Mahamu took them to die, they would not hesitate.

Look at Mahamu's crazy eyes.

Everyone understood that Mahamu was crazy.

Right now, he only has victory in his eyes, and anyone who dares to speak out against him will definitely be hacked to death without hesitation.

"I am willing to follow the Great Khan!"

Although they scolded their mothers in their hearts, the generals still touched their chests and saluted to show their submission for their own lives.

Mahamu nodded with satisfaction, pointed to a general and said: "Bai, the people you brought go to the back to stop those Ming troops. The Ming troops in front are already weak in attacking. As long as we drive them back and reoccupy the Three Gorges Pass , the enemies behind are nothing, and the victory will still belong to us in the end.”

The surrounding generals cursed in their hearts.

Didn't you just say that there are no enemies behind you?

Why do you say there are enemies now?

Although I was so angry that I wanted to smash Mahamu's body into thousands of pieces, but looking at the Mahamu guards who surrounded them, they could only grit their teeth and lower their heads one by one, so as not to let Mahamu see their resentful eyes .

"Boom...Boom..."

"kill!"

"Whoever captures Mahamu alive will be rewarded with 8000 taels of silver, and if his head is taken, he will be rewarded with [-] taels of silver!"

Just when the general named Bray was ordered to leave.

There was a sudden rumbling of horseshoes from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Ming troops rushed out and came to kill them.

The leading general of the Ming army, who was covered in blood and couldn't see his face clearly, even pointed at Mahamu's banner and called out a big reward.

The cavalrymen of the Ming army, who were exhausted from fighting all the way, looked at the fluttering banner and a group of generals below, screaming excitedly.

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He kicked hard at the horses that could no longer run, brandished the potholed weapons, and rushed towards Mahamu and others desperately.

The old man who boarded the Three Gorges Pass to watch the battle happened to see this scene through the binoculars.

"Good boy!"

Looking at the grandson who was covered in blood and could no longer look human, Zhu Di shook his fist violently excitedly.

Throwing away the binoculars in his hand, he turned over and climbed on the horse, drew out a long knife, and roared at the Oirat army that was blocking the Ming army.

"Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, your grandson, my grandson Zhu Zhangui, has already penetrated the Wara army camp from the rear."

"Victory is right in front of our eyes. Charge with me without fear of death, break through the Oirat army formation, and take Mahamu's head!"

"kill!"