Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 139 The Ultimate Romance of a Man

"Your Majesty, this is where we fought the enemy last year."

On the bank of the Luzhou River, Jiang An pointed to an area where there were still some traces mixed in the weeds and told the old man about the dangerous battle last year.

"Five thousand light cavalry! If you choose to retreat directly, I'm afraid you will suffer heavy losses."

Looking at the battlefield area, the old man sighed with emotion.

Five thousand versus one hundred thousand. When seeing this number, many people’s first impression is that 5000 people are seeking death.

But the fact is that in the open grassland area, the lethality of 5,000 cavalry is extremely terrifying.

The cavalry strength of the 100,000-man legion at that time was already extremely weak, and the main infantry corps had lost all morale due to the defeat of its commander.

Such a legion faced with the attack of 5,000 cavalrymen in such a vast grassland area would be inevitably defeated without corresponding command.

At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang chose to show weakness and fight directly in the camp. His purpose was to shock the enemy in one fell swoop, make the enemy fearful, and give the main army time to retreat and recover.

Fortunately, the enemy coach became arrogant after a victory and overlooked some fatal details.

"Your Majesty, the scouts have found Ben Yashiri's trail."

A cavalryman ran over and reported the results of the investigation to the old man.

"It's been more than two months, and this guy finally showed up."

The old man laughed and waved his whip: "I want to see how many heads he has to dare to disobey me."

The old man then loudly ordered: "The army will be stationed here, and the three thousand battalions and various cavalry will follow me to pursue the enemy."

After giving the order, the old man said to Jiang An beside him: "I will give you another 5000 horses. Whether you can keep up and accomplish this feat depends on your speed. Once the war starts, the Shenji Battalion will be at the front. This is the first battle of your establishment. Don't lose face for the little guy."

Jiang An clasped his fists and said loudly: "Your Majesty, please rest assured. If we lose this battle, I will bring my head to you."

The main army was stationed at the Lushen River. The old man led the cavalry corps and the mounted Shenji Battalion, and pursued according to the intelligence. Finally, he caught up with Bayanchur's troops in the Wugur River area.

Ever since they learned that the old man was leading the army in person, the alliance between Bayanchur and Arutai collapsed.

Originally, in last year's battle, the two men blamed each other for the defeat in the later period, but their ambition to unify the entire grassland prevented them from collapsing for the time being.

As a result, at the beginning of the year, they learned that the old man was personally leading an army of 50 to attack, and the alliance between the two completely collapsed.

The grassland at this time was no longer the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

The many northern expeditions led by Lan Yu, Xu Da and the old man had already frightened these grassland barbarians out of their wits.

They no longer have the courage like their ancestors who, upon learning that the enemy is attacking, would directly charge forward and fight the enemy.

After learning of the old man's arrival, Bayanchur and Aruta's first thought was not to meet the enemy, but to escape and wait until winter so that the Ming army could retreat on their own.

However, the two had a conflict over the direction of their escape.

Aluta wanted to go east, but Bayanchur wanted to go west.

Neither of them could convince the other, and they eventually parted unhappily, taking their respective tribesmen and heading in the directions they had chosen.

"Great Khan, it's bad, the Ming army is catching up."

"So fast, aren't they chasing after Alutai? Didn't I ask you to expose Alutai's whereabouts to them?"

When Ben Ya Shi Li heard that the Ming army was chasing them, the pigtail on his head stood up in fear.

This guy is quite treacherous. In order to escape the old man's pursuit, he kept exposing the direction in which Aluta left to the Ming army on the way.

He hoped that the Ming army would pursue Aluta and give him time to escape.

The officer who reported the incident said with a distressed look on his face: "I met Daluha and found that they were guiding the Ming army to chase us."

"Alutai, you bastard, I curse you to die a miserable death."

Ben Yashili was so angry that he started cursing and pointed in the direction where Aluta was running away, attacking crazily.

"Woooooooo..."

Suddenly, a melodious horn sounded from a distance.

Ben Ya Shi Li looked up suddenly and saw a legion slowly approaching from the distant horizon.

"There are some over there too."

An officer pointed to the left in horror.

Ben Ya Shi Li looked quickly and saw a cavalry corps slowly approaching.

“There are some in the back, too!”

The panic continued to spread, and without them knowing when, the Ming army had surrounded them from all sides.

"Asshole, Zhu Di is going too far."

Ben Yashili was so angry that his face turned blue. He drew his sword and roared, "My men, if the Ming army won't let us live, then we will fight our way out."

"This is the grassland, this is our home. Genghis Khan is watching us from the sky, and the Eternal Heaven is watching us from the sky."

"For the sake of the Yuan Dynasty, kill."

Ben Yashili shouted angrily and attacked the Shenji Camp that had already formed a battle array.

They were surrounded on all sides and the enemy had more cavalry than them.

If they launched an attack on the cavalry and were delayed, they would surely die.

It took only a moment for Bayanchur to make the decision to attack the enemy's infantry corps and fight his way through it.

If Zhu Di was among them and he could capture him by chance, not only would the war be resolved perfectly, but he could also use Zhu Di to negotiate with the Ming Dynasty to gain greater benefits.

"Haha, you're quite courageous."

Seeing Ben Ya Shi Li's choice through the telescope, the old man chuckled, retracted the telescope and gave the order.

"The Divine Machine Camp is deployed."

A cavalryman carrying a flaming flag ran forward quickly, waving the flag in his hand.

Jiang An, who was holding a telescope, observing the front and watching the signals from behind, put away the telescope and said loudly: "Your Majesty has ordered the Shenji Camp to deploy." At his order, the soldiers of the Shenji Camp, who had been on standby, deployed their formation at the fastest speed.

Rows of muskets and machine guns were lined up in an orderly formation and moved forward.

The cavalry on both wings and the artillery occupying high positions also began to make preparations.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Waves of smoke and dust came from the opposite side, and the rumbling of horse hooves and shouts of killing made people's eardrums tremble.

"Hold steady, do not fire without my order."

Jiang An was riding on a tall warhorse. His face was no longer smiling as usual, but full of seriousness and coldness.

Aobai, the war horse sent by Zhu Zhanjun, did not stamp his hooves restlessly like other horses in the face of such a big battle.

Instead, he stood calmly in the army, looking at the cavalry charging from the opposite side with contempt, and even leisurely lowered his head to chew a mouthful of grass. He looked so relaxed and comfortable.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the ground was shaking wildly.

Facing the charge of tens of thousands of war horses, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion showed no change on their faces. They held the muskets tightly in their hands and calmly waited for orders. (It was just the horses, not the number of enemy cavalry.)
Jiang An tightened the spear in his hand, stared straight at the charging enemy, and estimated the distance between the two sides in his mind.

"Report~The enemy has entered the artillery range."

"Stand by."

Jiang An did not order the artillery to fire. He wanted to become famous in one battle. Killing a hundred or so people would not be worthy of the credit for their first battle.

He wanted everyone to know that the Shenji Camp trained by the Second Imperial Grandson was the most powerful and elite force in the world, without a doubt.

"Kill!"

The enemy's strange shouts and cries were getting closer and closer, and the billowing dust raised by their horses' hooves covered the sky.

Two hundred feet... one hundred and fifty feet... one hundred feet...

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, so close that the enemy's face could be seen clearly.

When the first batch of war horses crossed a distance of thirty feet, Jiang An shouted angrily.

"Fire!"

"Chichi..."

The fuse was ignited instantly, and in just two breaths, the flame rushed into the musket.

"Bang bang bang..."

Jiang An's estimation was very accurate. In the short time that the fuse was burning, the enemy that was still out of range came directly into range.

Gun smoke rose along with the sound of gunfire, and modified bullets whizzed out one after another.

Most of the bullets that the Shenjiying troops were initially equipped with were stones. When Zhu Zhanjun took over the troops, he directly replaced them with lead bullets.

The sudden sound of gunfire startled the charging horses.

Not all war horses were trained, and many of them were frightened by the sudden noise.

"Puff puff……"

The first batch of war horses that charged forward screamed in fear and fell to the ground.

"Fire!"

The Shenji Battalion chose the passing fire method. When the soldiers in the first row finished shooting, they did not need to retreat to the rear line. They could directly take over the loaded muskets from their comrades in the rear, aim at the enemy and shoot again.

This tactic reduces the time wasted on adjusting the formation and prevents the enemy from attacking the line by taking advantage of the exchange.

If soldiers in the front are killed, soldiers in the rear can fill in at any time.

After the first shot was fired, the shooters in the front row handed the musket to the back without hesitation, took a new one, and fired directly.

The elite Shenji Battalion took less than three breaths to complete this round of replacements, which shows how fast it is.

"Cannon, fire!"

The two sides were completely connected, Jiang An no longer hid and gave the order to fire.

"Boom, boom..."

The artillery, which had been thirsty for a long time, started with a deafening roar.

One after another, the whistling shells smashed into the cavalry group, killing anyone who came into contact with them.

For a while, the Tatar camp howled in agony, and the originally fierce momentum of the attack almost reached the brink of collapse.

Not all troops are civilian soldiers. No matter how many casualties they suffer, their momentum remains unchanged.

In ancient times, if a legion survived collapse despite suffering more than 1/10 casualties, it could be considered elite.

The successive attacks from the Shenjiying's artillery and muskets confused the Tatar cavalry who were encountering this kind of force for the first time.

The huge roar made the war horses uncontrollable and ran around in panic. The whistling artillery shells made the Tatar cavalry feel like the sky was falling.

"Evil ghosts, evil ghosts, they are all evil ghosts..."

A Tatar cavalryman whose arm was broken and whose body fell off his horse let out a desperate roar and was trampled into a pulp by countless horses' hooves.

Listening to the enemy's howls and terror, Jiang An's expression did not change at all, and he continued to issue orders.

The crouching tiger cannon, the swarm of bees, the fire bee cars, all roared continuously.

"Hahaha, the Divine Machine Battalion is indeed brave."

Through the telescope, the old man laughed when he saw the Tatar cavalry charging and being beaten to pieces.

He raised his hand, drew out the knife from his waist and raised it high, "Kill!"

The old man finally couldn't resist the temptation of fighting, and after eight years, he once again led his troops to charge.

(End of this chapter)