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

A roar.

The old man took the lead and rushed towards the army formation of the Oirats along the slope built by the Oirats.

The soldiers of the Ming army who were attacking the Oirat army saw their honorable and respected emperor come from the rear to take the lead in the charge.

The soldiers of the Ming army, whose momentum had been somewhat weakened by the attack being blocked, suddenly became violent in an instant, and their morale reached its peak again.

They followed Zhu Di desperately one by one, and launched a frantic charge against the arrows of the Oirats who were densely packed.

Chapter 155: My dear second uncle, please do it earlier next time.

"Huhuhu..."

Heavy panting, from Zhu Zhangui's mouth and nose, the injured hand couldn't help trembling slightly.

Shaking his head vigorously, the scene of Mohu in front of him became clearer.

The half-moon raid.

The two consecutive fights have made Zhu Zhangui and the soldiers who rushed to the attack reach their physical and mental limits.

If they hadn't held on with their last breath, I'm afraid many people would have fallen down and slept hard for days and nights.

At this point in the war, strategy and tactics are secondary.

Now everything is supported by the last perseverance of the soldiers and generals.

Ming army and Wala.

Whoever can't support the two parties is the loser.

"Yu Qian, how many people do we have?"

Looking at the Mahamu flag that was guarded layer by layer, Zhu Zhangui tightened the sharpened knife in his hand, and asked Yu Qian loudly how many people there were.

"Less than 500 people!"

It was not Yu Qian's voice that answered Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui glanced back, and at some point, Yu Qian, who had been closely following him, had disappeared at this time.

I don't know whether they fell on the battlefield or were scattered by the enemy.

Zhu Zhangui stood on the stirrup with his legs slightly strong, looking at the entire battlefield.

On the front line, the Ming army has launched a full-scale attack.

The Oirats' front is retreating steadily, and may collapse at any time.

The Walla camp behind him was still screaming at the sky.

Obviously, the other cavalrymen who were stopped were still fighting hard.

myself here.

The Oirats are shooting arrows and attacking crazily, trying to crush themselves, the bug that entered the Oirats' abdomen, to death.

There are less than 500 sanitation soldiers beside Zhu Zhangui, and they are fighting the enemy with all their strength.

"The left front has been breached!"

Just when Zhu Zhangui was thinking about how to break through the Oirat line of defense with thousands of people in front of him and kill Mahamu.

A surprised roar sounded behind him.

Zhu Zhangui turned his head and looked to the left line, and saw a dragon flag waving in the wind amidst the smoke and fire.

Under that banner, a person he is very familiar with is waving a knife and rushing forward.

Beside that figure.

Zhu Zhangui's second and third uncles were desperately guarding the man as he rushed forward.

Behind the three.

Countless cavalrymen of the Ming army uttered loud shouts and rushed forward with great momentum.

Maybe it was morale chaos.

Or maybe it was shocked by the morale of the Ming army.

The Oirats who were blocking the left line were finally penetrated under the fierce attack led by that person.

The person who broke through the enemy's line came straight to his side.

Zhu Zhangui looked behind him, and there was a yellow silk flag with red characters hanging on it, and he understood that the other party knew that he was here based on this flag.

"Boom...Boom..."

That team was invincible, and no one dared to stop it all the way. It came over mighty and mighty, and repelled the Wala people surrounding Zhu Zhangui.

"Hahaha, good boy!"

As the Oirats were washed away.

A hearty laugh that Zhu Zhangui was very familiar with sounded out.

The old man, with only a little blood on his body, rushed to Zhu Zhangui's side on a fast horse, and punched Zhu Zhangui fiercely in excitement.

"grandfather!"

Looking at the familiar face, Zhu Zhangui showed a happy smile on his blood-stained face.

"Good good!"

The old man applauded excitedly.

Glancing at Zhu Zhangui's soldiers with torn armor and blood, the old man said loudly.

"Soldiers of Ming Dynasty, your achievements will be remembered by everyone in Ming Dynasty, but now is not the time to celebrate."

The old man raised his knife and pointed at Mahamu's banner.

"That old bastard Mahamu is not dead yet, boys, do you have the strength to fight against that one again!"

"kill!"

Although their strength had been overdrawn and there were large and small wounds all over their bodies, the soldiers still raised their weapons full of gaps and roared loudly.

"Well done, I defeated Mahamu. On the day of the celebration, I will not return home until I get drunk at night with you, and you guys will kill me!"

The old man roared wildly, raised his weapon and swung it forward violently.

"Kill!"

Inspired by the emperor's presence on the front line, the soldiers who were physically exhausted seemed to have been reborn.

They were like uncaged wild beasts, shouting like lunatics, desperately rushing to protect Mahamu's last line of defense.

"Kill!"

With the old man by his side, Zhu Zhangui naturally didn't dare to rush to kill him presumptuously.

There is no way, the old man's big banner is too attractive to the target.

The enemy seemed to know that if they killed the old man, they would have a chance to fight back.

Regardless of the rush of other Ming troops, they desperately drew their bows and shot arrows towards the old man.

Fearing that the old man would be injured, Zhu Zhangui, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui desperately brandished their weapons to block the rain of arrows.

"What are you three bastards doing around me? I've fought more battles than you eat. Do I need you to protect me? Get out of here!"

Surrounded by the three, the old man saw that the three didn't even give him a chance to kill the enemy, so he yelled angrily.

When charging just now, Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaosui and some generals of the [-] Battalion surrounded him desperately, for fear that he would encounter any enemies.

The old man who got it has charged so far, and the knife in his hand didn't even cut two people.

"Grandpa, although you can boost morale by taking the lead in the charge, we really dare not relax our vigilance for your safety. If you are injured, it will affect the entire army."

"Why don't you step back a little bit and let the brothers protect me. My second and third uncles and I will go and capture Mahamu back for you."

Zhu Zhangui looked at the old man with a bitter face and tried to persuade him.

The old man didn't know what to think.

Don't you know your identity?

No matter how powerful you are in martial arts, you are the spirit of the whole army.

Once you have something wrong, get injured or something, the last breath of the soldiers in the army will be let out in an instant.

"Yeah, dad, what the elder nephew said is right. My son knows that you are superb in force, but there are too many variables in the battlefield. If you get injured or something, you will not kill the three of us when you go back."

Zhu Gaoxu also repeatedly tried to persuade him.

"Yes, Dad, you should just watch from the sidelines, we will catch Mahamu for you."

Zhu Gaosui, who split an arrow and missed, nodded again and again.

"you!"

Zhu Di was so angry that he stared straight at the three of them and wanted to scold them.

These three bastards really think they are old.

In this small scene, I can still get hurt and fart.

"Grandpa, think about Qi Rui, count the days, before we go back, the child will be born almost."

"As a father, I have killed so many people, and I am full of murderous intent. I am afraid that I will rush to the children when I go back."

"Didn't you always want to hug your great-grandson? If both of us have countless lives on our hands, and each of us is full of murderous aura, if we want to hold a child after we go back, we must read at least one month's scriptures to dissolve the murderous aura on our bodies. Otherwise, this newborn little guy won't be able to bear the aura of us."

Seeing that the old man looked like I insisted on going forward, Zhu Zhangui rolled his eyes and moved out his unborn son.

Sure enough, when Zhu Zhangui said this, the old man seemed to have the same reason when he thought about it.

Of course, he also understands the importance of his identity.

But if he retreated into the protection line like that just now, he would feel a little embarrassed on his face.

Now that there is a step down, the old man didn't hold back any more, and directly borrowed the slope to descend the donkey.

"Okay, you three must catch that bastard Mahamu for me."

"As ordered!"

Seeing that the old man finally agreed, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and clasped their fists together to accept the order.

The old man handed the knife in his hand to Zhu Zhangui, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said: "Little boy, pay attention to safety, the whole family is still waiting for you at home!"

Zhu Zhangui nodded vigorously, and when the old man retreated into the protection of the soldiers, he exchanged a glance with his second and third uncles, and the three of them shouted together and launched a final charge towards Mahamu.

As the left line of the Oala army was breached, the defense of the entire Oara army was completely torn apart.

The momentum of the Oirat army was declining steadily, while the morale of the Ming army was high.

As the gap continued to expand, it finally reached a peak and then collapsed completely.

"Stop fighting, we surrendered, surrendered!"

A middle-level Wala general saw his younger brother being hacked to death with knives, and finally couldn't bear it, and suddenly collapsed.

He threw away the knife in his hand, lay on the ground and wailed loudly, shouting and surrendering.

He yelled.

All of a sudden, the spirits of the soldiers around them also collapsed. One by one, they dropped their weapons and shouted to surrender, or turned around and ran away.

The British Duke Zhang Fu, who commanded the army to attack, saw that the enemy was about to surrender, so he quickly ordered loudly.

"Let my brothers not hurt those Oirats who surrendered, and let them shout that those who surrender will not be killed!"

The messenger quickly conveyed Zhang Fu's order.

The officers who received the order stopped the Ming army who slashed and killed the Wala people who surrendered, and at the same time made people shout that the Wala people were defeated.

"Whoever descends does not kill, and whoever descends does not kill!"

Shouts sounded from all over the battlefield.

After hearing the Ming army's shouts and seeing that some tribesmen really surrendered and were not killed, the Oirat army, who could not bear it anymore.

In a flash of confidence, he dropped the weapon in his hand and lay motionless on the ground, letting the Ming army put the weapon on them.