People in Zongwu: Starting with the Yin Gui Sect

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. After such a long battle, both the Song and the Mongols were exhausted.

It stands to reason that the Mongols should have retreated long ago after failing to capture Bianjing for such a long time, but somehow they refused to do so.

Because they knew that they could not retreat from this battle. If they did not capture Bianjing before the arrival of the Ming army and capture their emperor and a group of princes and nobles, all their previous efforts would be in vain. Not only would they have to leave here in disgrace, but they would also have to spit out all the land and population they had taken before.

So it was not that they did not want to retreat, but that they could not retreat, and they could not retreat before capturing Bianliang.

Besides, in the palace at this time, compared with the urgency of the previous days, after knowing that the Ming army would arrive soon, both Zhao Guanjia and Qin Hui had lived quite comfortably in the past few days.

And the fact is just as Wu Yu said. On the afternoon of the third day, the four armies led by Lu Xiangsheng, Sun Chuanting, Cao Wenzhao and Zhou Yuji, with Mao Wenlong as the commander-in-chief, finally arrived 20 miles outside the city of Bianliang.

Upon hearing the news, the King of Ruyang was so angry that he kicked the table in front of him and cursed the scouts for being useless and not realizing the enemy until they were close.

In fact, he didn't know that according to the consistent style of the Ming army, every time when they were not far from the enemy, they would send experts to rob and kill the enemy's scouts, and then rush to the battlefield as quickly as possible, not giving the enemy any time to react.

"Kukutemur, I order you to lead 50,000 troops to intercept the Ming army, and the rest of you will continue to attack Bianjing with me!"

After hearing that the Ming army's support troops were only 40,000, King Ruyang's brows eased slightly, and then he quickly ordered his son to lead 50,000 troops to intercept the Ming army, while he and the remaining more than 100,000 continued to attack the city. As long as they captured Bianjing and captured the Emperor of Song and a group of princes and nobles, they would have won this battle completely.

"I obey your orders!"

Kukutemur, Zhao Min's brother Wang Baobao, who received the order, immediately turned around and walked out of the military tent.

On the other side, King Jinlun, who was a little worried, also hurriedly followed him out.

"Brother, wait a minute!"

Just as Wang Baobao was about to get on the horse, his sister Zhao Min's voice came from behind.

"Minmin, what are you doing out here!"

Looking at his sister running towards him, Wang Baobao immediately scolded her.

"I'll go with you!"

"Nonsense!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Wang Baobao. Such a major military event was not something a girl could participate in. If she hadn't disguised herself as a man and secretly followed the army, she wouldn't even be qualified to follow the army.

"I'm going to go. I want to watch the Ming army fall one by one under the iron cavalry of my Yuan Dynasty. I want Zhu Youjian to regret not keeping me!"

When Zhao Min thought of the time in the Forbidden City when the other party didn't even give her a chance to meet, she swore to fight the Ming Dynasty to the end in this life.

"Little Prince, just let His Highness follow. Nothing will happen with me here."

After a long period of contact, King Jinlun knew a little about Zhao Min's character. Even if they didn't agree, the other party would secretly follow.

"Okay, then I'll trouble the national teacher!"

Even King Jinlun knew his sister's character, so how could Wang Baobao, as a brother, not know it?

"Let's go!"

With Wang Baobao's loud shout, 50,000 Mongolian cavalrymen charged aggressively towards 40,000 Ming troops.

On the other side, Mao Wenlong, who learned that the Yuan army was coming to kill him, also ordered the army to be on high alert.

Half an hour later, the Yuan and Ming armies finally met on a plain.

"Kill them!"

Without any extra nonsense, Wang Baobao ordered a charge as soon as the two armies met. The number of troops was originally higher than that of the Ming army, and this place was a plain, which was most suitable for cavalry to charge.

"Iron Pagoda!"

Looking at the enemy army rushing towards him, with a thick layer of iron armor all over their bodies, including people and horses, Mao Wenlong's face couldn't help but become solemn.

Fortunately, after several years of upgrading, the firearms of the Ming Dynasty have been further improved. Not only has the effective range increased from 150 steps to 250 steps, but the maximum range has reached 400 steps. The firing rate has also increased from 8 to 10 rounds per minute to more than 20 rounds due to the copper shell.

"Shoot!"

Seeing that the enemy has entered the range, Mao Wenlong immediately ordered to shoot.

"Bang bang bang..."

As the gunshots rang out, the Yuan cavalry, who were charging at high speed, began to fall in rows, and even the thick armor on their bodies could not stop them.

"Master, what's going on?!"

Seeing hundreds of Yuan soldiers fall down after just one encounter, Wang Baobao almost thought he had seen it wrong.

"Young prince, this should be what the Ming army calls hot weapons."

Not to mention Wang Baobao, even the master Jinlun Fawang was shocked by the power of the Ming army's firearms.

"Pass the order!"

Seeing that more and more soldiers fell, but they didn't even touch the hair of the Ming army, Wang Baobao immediately ordered the army to change its strategy from the original direct charge to split and encircle.

But it was useless. Under the terrifying firepower suppression of the Ming army, the Yuan army could be said to be killed as many as they came, and they couldn't even get within a hundred steps of the Ming army. In just a quarter of an hour, more than two thousand Yuan soldiers died on the charge, and this number was still increasing at an extremely terrifying rate.

"Young prince, this won't work! "

Looking at the Ming army that was harvesting its own soldiers like wheat, King Jinlun had a solemn face.

In fact, without him saying anything, Wang Baobao's face had already become completely gloomy.

As for Zhao Min next to him, she was completely shocked by the scene in front of her. She had never thought that the speed of soldiers dying in battle could be so fast. It was as if their people took the initiative to run into the enemy's blade.

On the Ming army side, Mao Wenlong was full of vigor and vitality as he watched the Mongolian cavalry falling one after another, but they couldn't even get within a hundred steps of them.

Although the opponent shot more than a hundred Ming soldiers to death with arrows, compared with the number of enemies killed, this loss was not worth mentioning at all.

"Yes, this reminds me of what your majesty said, what is the blow?"

"General, it is a dimensionality reduction strike! "

Looking at Mao Wenlong who couldn't say the word after a long time, Lu Xiangsheng beside him quickly added.

"Yes, yes, it's this dimensionality reduction attack. I didn't know what these four words meant before, but now I finally understand. "

Looking at the completely one-sided war, Mao Wenlong finally understood why His Majesty said that the times had changed. Now it seems that the era of cold weapons is really gone forever.