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

The momentum of surrender spread quickly among the Oirat army like a plague.

Soon, the momentum of resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally only thousands of Oirat soldiers were left to protect Mahamu.

While Zhang Fu ordered the surrendered soldiers to be gathered, he also ordered the soldiers to surround Mahamu and the others and not allow any one to escape.

As most of the Oirat army surrendered, the battlefield gradually quieted down, and finally only the sound of fighting around the Mahamu banner remained.

"Your Majesty has an order, stop the attack!"

Just when Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Gaoxu Zhu Gaosui launched an attack desperately, trying to take the credit for taking down Mahamu.

The old man gave the order to stop the attack.

Naturally, no one dared to disobey the emperor's order.

The people who launched the attack withdrew to the outside of the line, looking indifferently at the people who were still resisting the Oirats at the end, as well as the generals such as Mahamu who surrounded the center.

The guards around Mahamu did not continue to attack, they all formed a big circle panting heavily, protecting Mahamu and others in the middle.

There was a gap in the surrounding front, and the old man rode out leisurely on a horse.

When he came to Zhu Zhangui, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui, the old man looked at the Oirats who were protecting Mahamu, and said calmly: "I only punished Mahamu, and it has nothing to do with you. Put down your weapon to save your life!"

"Put down your weapon, spare me!"

Zhu Zhangui pointed to the guards protecting Mahamu and shouted loudly.

"Put down your weapon, spare me!"

"Put down your weapon, spare me!"

The soldiers of the Ming army who surrounded Mahamu and others, their shields and armor beating with their weapons, roared loudly in unison.

Such an imposing shout made the guards protecting Mahamu take a step back.

They thought of the other clansmen who surrendered and were not killed just now, hesitated for a moment, and finally one person dropped his weapon.

"clang…"

The man dropped his weapon and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Knowing that there was no hope of returning to heaven, the Oirat army dropped their weapons in despondency, allowing the Ming army to rush up and push them aside.

Mahamu, who was sitting in the center, just looked at the surrendered clansmen calmly, and didn't do anything to stop them.

When all the wara prisoners were crushed away, only Mahamu and his dozens of dead soldiers who swore to follow him were left in the entire encirclement.

The encirclement gradually shrinks.

Under the protection of Zhu Zhangui and others, the old man came to Mahamu and others.

"kill!"

Zhu Zhangui and others knew that these dozens of guards were all dead soldiers, and it was impossible to surrender, so they did not persuade them to surrender.

Zhu Zhangui and dozens of generals rushed up, and after a small scuffle, directly hacked and killed these dozens of people.

Now in the entire encirclement, Mahamu is the only one left.

The old man sat on the horse, condescendingly looking down at Mahamu who sat silently under the banner.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Mahamu raised his head slightly, and squinted his eyes because of the sun rising behind the old man.

"You are the emperor and I am the king. We are almost the same. How about a fight?"

"Hahaha…"

What Mahamu said made everyone laugh.

This old guy still wants to fight at this point.

He actually wanted to use a duel to take down the old man to save his life.

"Mahamu...for the sake of you being the king on the grassland, we will give you the last dignity, you should kill yourself!"

"Your last grandson, we will give him a chance to live."

Zhu Zhangui was afraid that the old man would agree to the other party's terms, so before the old man could speak, he stepped forward to block the old man, and threw the knife in front of Mahamu.

The old man didn't say a word, he understood the other party's thoughts.

Although he is not afraid of a duel, his identity is different.

Still the same sentence, at this point, it is meaningless to win Mahamu, but the risk is very high if you lose.

As an emperor, he is also a general, he is responsible for the people of Ming Dynasty and the soldiers behind him.

Mahamu glanced at the old man, and saw that he didn't speak, but just looked at him calmly, knowing that the duel was impossible.

He glanced at the bright knife covered in blood on the ground.

Mahamu shook his head with a smile, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said.

"If I remember correctly, it was you who raided my camp!"

Zhu Zhangui nodded slightly.

Mahamu smiled, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said meaningfully: "You have made such great contributions at such a young age, and you have a bright future in the future. However, you Han people seem to have some sayings about meritorious officials. Be careful."

After finishing speaking, Mahamu glanced at the old man, growled unwillingly, and wiped his neck with his knife.

"puff!"

The cold knife slashed, and blood overflowed from the wound.

Mahamu fixed his eyes on the old man, and fell down unwillingly.

Looking at the fallen corpses, the battlefield was peaceful.

After a long time, the old man raised his right hand and swung it violently.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The old man's shout was like a spark that ignited gunpowder, and the whole scene exploded in an instant.

The soldiers hugged each other fiercely, waving their weapons and shouting.

Many people were even more excited with tears in their eyes, shouting desperately to the sky, venting their inner emotions.

Although many generals will not celebrate victory after the battle, in order to prevent the enemy from attacking.

But today is different.

Mahamu, the biggest force on the grassland, has been defeated, and now no one dares to provoke the Ming army again.

After more than half a year of expedition, the soldiers were suppressed in their hearts.

Now is a good time to vent.

"Hahaha, victory!"

The surrounding generals also hugged each other excitedly.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was also in a very good mood, subconsciously hugged Zhu Zhangui who was beside him, laughing and shouting loudly.

But just as he was happy, he suddenly realized that it was his eldest nephew who was hugging him.

When he thought that his plan had not succeeded, the joy that had just arisen disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu whose expression suddenly changed from happy to depressed, Zhu Zhangui hugged him with a smile and whispered in his ear.

"I'm sorry, Second Uncle, I've let you down again. Try to advance as early as possible next time, so that I don't have any ideas about leaving the camp, and you don't have a chance to do it."

Zhu Gaoxu's expression froze instantly.

Chapter 156: Putting heads on a plate, paving the way with cold knives.

"Da da da…"

Just when all the Ming troops cheered loudly and the Oala captives were dejected.

A fast horse galloped from a distance, and the soldiers on the horse shouted as they ran.

"Urgent report... urgent report..."

The cheering soldiers stopped, looked at the soldier who reported the letter, and became vigilant in their hearts.

At this time, an urgent report came.

There is no other possibility except that there is an enemy attack.

The soldiers rode their horses and galloped all the way, and when they came to Zhu Di and others, they got off their horses and reported loudly.

"Report to the emperor, the Alutai army was found fifty miles to the east, the number of which is about [-], and they are now approaching our army."

In an instant, the whole scene became tense again.

The old man glanced at Mahamu's body, cast a glance at Dongfang and said with a sneer.

"Hehe, I just killed a wolf, and another jackal came."

"Leave one to guard the prisoners, clean up the battlefield, and rescue the wounded soldiers, while the other legions line up to meet the enemy."

"Leader!"

Although everyone is exhausted physically and mentally, the enemy cannot resist the battle.

Soon the order was passed on.

Soldiers who were slightly injured were formed into a temporary army, and while guarding the captives, they treated the seriously injured soldiers.

The other legions quickly rectified and formed an army formation to meet the coming Arutai.

"Your Highness!"

Just as Zhu Zhangui gathered his army, Yu Qian, covered in blood, staggered over.

Zhu Zhangui looked Yu Qian up and down, and saw that the other party was not missing any parts, so he nodded with a smile.

"My boy, I thought you were gone!"

Yu Qian chuckled, rubbed the pain in the back of his head, and said: "When I was charging with you, I was hit by an enemy, and I didn't know what I hit, so I passed out. When I woke up, I heard that I had been shot If you win, I will hurry over to find you."

Reaching out to pat Yu Qian's shoulder, Zhu Zhangui glanced at the entire team and said.

"You don't want to participate in the battle with Arutai. I'll send you a team. You can go to the back and have a look. There are a lot of good things in the camp of the Wala herdsmen. If other legions rush over, the things are not ours. That's right, let's go and see if it's dealt with over there."

Yu Qian nodded slightly and gave a look that I understood.

Turning on a horse led by a soldier, he led a group of soldiers to the camp of the Wala herdsmen quickly.

Not long after Yu Qian left, Zhu Zhangui also organized the army.

After leading the soldiers to quickly rendezvous with the main army, Zhu Zhangui rushed to the old man's side.

The old man, who was waiting for the arrival of Alutai with his eyes closed, glanced at Zhu Zhangui who came over, and asked concerned: "Are you injured?"

Zhu Zhangui shook his arrow-injured shoulder.

"I was bitten, but no bones were hurt, I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation."

Hearing that it was just some minor injuries, the old man was relieved.

If Zhu Zhangui was seriously injured, he really didn't know how to face the big family when he went back.

"You brought people here, how did you arrange it at the Wala herdsman camp?"

After caring about his grandson, the old man asked about the Wala herdsmen's camp.

The old man naturally knows how many people Zhu Zhangui took away.

He just glanced at it.

The cavalry corps gathered by Zhu Zhangui still has at least three to four thousand people.

Counting the injuries from the battle just now, the old man came to the answer that Zhu Zhangui was dispatched by the whole army.

"I gathered an army of Han slaves over there, and they were all Han sons who were captured by Wala."

"Considering that my manpower is small, I may not be able to break through the Oala barracks, so I organized them and formed a temporary army to let them watch the Oara herdsmen."

Hearing the words, the old man seemed to understand and nodded.