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

Chapter 213: The enemy has troops, ours is . The advantage is ours

"I didn't expect that after a disastrous defeat, the Ming Dynasty still had generals who were proficient in grassland warfare. We were too careless."

Early the next morning, the fire in the Wala camp was brighter than the morning sun in the east.

Huo Qubing sat cross-legged beside a fire, holding a small knife in his hand, cutting the roasted lamb on the fire.

He didn't care about the blood and dirt on his body. He cut off a piece, dipped it in some fine salt, and put it in his mouth, chewing it in big mouthfuls.

Tuohuan, who was tied up nearby, glanced at the unformed campsite and the corpses scattered all over the ground.

A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head and looked straight at Huo Qubing who was chewing with big mouthfuls.

Huo Qubing just glanced at him and continued eating his mutton.

"General, Yesen has not been found. He should be among the prisoners."

A soldier ran over and reported the inspection results.

After wiping the oil stains off his body, Huo Qubing stood up from the ground, pulled out the sword beside him, and strode towards the group of captives.

All the male members of the Oirat Mongols were drafted out to fight, leaving less than 500 men to defend the city.

All these guards were killed in the night raid last night.

Without the protection of the guards, almost all the remaining people, young and old, were captured.

The people of the grasslands migrate along the pastures and water sources, and apart from the royal court, they do not form large tribes.

The group led by Mahamu is his tribe.

There are about 2 people in total. Excluding the several thousand young and strong people who can fight, the remaining more than people are here.

There was a melee yesterday, and there were no fewer than several thousand casualties. Except for a few who escaped, most of them were taken prisoner.

Arriving at the prisoner camp, Huo Qubing rubbed his nose as he looked at the prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs. He said to the deputy general beside him, "His Highness has ordered us to reach the rear of Mahamu within two days. We are still a little distance away, so we must set out before noon."

"Yesen is the person His Highness specifically requested to arrest. I'm going to take a nap. I'll leave it to you."

The deputy general nodded and gave a ferocious smile.

Huo Qubing found a comfortable place and fell asleep while holding his sword.

The deputy general turned around, looked at the prisoners below and waved.

Look at the hundreds of soldiers rushing up and pulling some people out.

The soldiers' rudeness caused the captives to cry out in surprise.

Tuo Huan, who was tied to a pillar, understood what the Ming army was going to do. His face turned red with anger and he shouted, "Stop! How dare you do this? Changshengtian will not let you go."

When the deputy general heard this, he turned around and looked at Tuohuan coldly: "When you entered the Central Plains and massacred the people of Yanhuang, why didn't your Changshengtian kill you?"

"I advise you to let your son come out, otherwise this patch of water grass will definitely grow very lush next year."

Tuohuan, who was struggling hard, suddenly stopped struggling and burst into laughter when he heard the other party's request.

"You want to use me and my son to force my father to surrender, hahahaha... I tell you, you are wrong. The eagle of the grassland will not be threatened by anyone."

The deputy general also smiled: "Really? In that case, let's see how long your eagle can endure."

After saying this, he raised his hand and the soldiers drew their swords, ready to chop.

"I know your little prince Yesen is among them. Now I'm giving you a chance. As long as you hand over Yesen, they and you can live."

The deputy general stared at the panicked crowd and raised his voice a few degrees: "Yesen, if you think you are an eagle of the grassland, then you should not hide among these sheep for shelter, but stand up to protect your sheep."

After the verbal threats, there was some commotion among the prisoners, but no one took the initiative to identify or admit it.

The deputy general curled his lips into a sneer and raised his hand to wave vigorously.

"Puff puff……"

A row of cold lights flashed, and terrified heads rolled to the ground.

"Damn Ming dog, if you have the guts, you can just let us fight one-on-one. What's the point of attacking innocent old and young people?"

Some of the captured young and strong men looked at the headless corpses with red eyes due to anger.

Especially when I see a few white-haired or young heads, my heart is filled with anger.

The deputy general ignored these people and waved his hand again.

Hundreds more were pulled out and carried to the pile of corpses.

The deputy general looked at the captives and said, "Yesen, I will advise you one last time. Come out on your own. Otherwise, these people will lose their lives because of your cowardice."

After the deputy general finished shouting, he waited for a while, and when he found that no one stood up, he slowly raised his hand.

"stop!"

A childish voice sounded, but the deputy general didn't even look at it and waved his hand vigorously.

"Puff puff……"

Another row of heads fell.

"I've already stood up, why are you still killing them, you devil."

The deputy general scratched his ear and turned to look at a child who was wearing a tattered leather coat, but whose skin was much whiter and tenderer than that of ordinary herdsmen.

"It's only because it's too late."

Several soldiers came forward and pulled out Yesen and an old woman.

The deputy general walked forward, looked at the two of them, waved his hand again, and another row of prisoners were captured.

"We've all gotten out, why are we still killing people?"

Yesen saw this scene and asked loudly in anger.

The deputy general chuckled and patted the little head in front of him, "Because I don't know you and can't confirm your identity, so I need to verify it."

After saying that, he turned around and waved to the group of prisoners, "Give me a reason to prove that he is Yesen."

Half an hour later, when half of the captives had died, the deputy general finally confirmed that the young man who stood up was Yesen.

"General, the person has been found."

Walking over to the sleeping Huo Qubing, the deputy general reported the situation.

Huo Qubing did not open his eyes, but just waved his hand casually.

Soon, Yesentoghan and Mahamu's wife were taken away from the prisoner camp.

Huo Qubing sat up, stretched, slowly walked to the entrance of the camp, and looked in a direction in the distance.

Soon, a cloud of dust rose up, and a team of Ming cavalry came running over quickly. The leader was Lan Yu.

"I'm one step ahead of you."

Huo Qubing said this casually to express that he had achieved the first credit.

Lan Yu, however, looked nonchalant and waved his hand behind him. The cavalrymen in the team threw some heads in front of Huo Qubing.

Lan Yu said quietly, "Without me blocking the gap for you, Mahamu would have already known about the surprise attack on the camp."

"If he runs away then, His Majesty will blame Your Highness."

"So, we want to share half of your credit. Is that okay with you?"

Huo Qubing glanced at the head on the ground, then raised his hand and pointed at the camp.

"I leave it to you. I will lead the troops to Hulanhushiwen first to support the frontline troops in the battle."

How could Lan Yu not know what Huo Qubing meant, but he didn't care.

Hearing that Huo Qubing was going to Hulan Hushiwen first, Lan Yu chuckled and said, "Do you know how many troops Mahamu has?"

Huo Qubing calmly replied, "Only 3 people."

Lan Yu looked at the cavalrymen of Huo Qubing who were gathering and asked: "How many people do you have now?"

Huo Qubing said proudly, "A total of 1500 people."

Lan Yu was speechless.

Huo Qubing answered as if his 1500 men had a huge advantage over 3 men.

"I'll catch up with you before dark."

Huo Qubing nodded, clasped his fists to Lan Yu, and climbed onto the horse.

Just as he was about to whip the team away, he suddenly thought of something and pointed to the center of the camp.

"I roasted a whole lamb and just ate one leg. I'll give you the rest. There's also some wine."

Lan Yu laughed and waved his whip to express his gratitude.

...............

"Report!"

A scout came over quickly, stopped in front of the army, and bowed to the old man, saying, "Your Majesty, we have discovered the Wala troops, who are gathering on the mountain, waiting for our army to arrive."

"Sure enough, he's here. This guy is quite arrogant. He actually dares to fight me head-on."

After listening to the report, the old man was still a little surprised.

Zhu Zhanjun and Jin Zhong both said that the Oirat Mongols were planning a head-on battle.

The old man was indeed a little confused about this and felt that Mahamu would not have the courage to do so.

After all, with the example of the Tatars, the Oirat should also know the combat effectiveness of the Ming army.

But the old man didn’t know that Mahamu really didn’t know the fighting strength of the Ming army?
Even the internal configuration of the Ming army is not very clear.

The main thing is that they live in the northwestern grassland plateau, and their main contacts with the Ming Dynasty before were with the Uriankhai and Tatar.

These two forces are both shady old villains.

He was badly beaten by the Ming army, but he concealed the fact from the Oirat.

He acted as if he had suffered a loss and others could not take advantage of him.

The Oirat Mongols lived in the northwest and had little contact with the Ming army before the Tatars were defeated. They had not fought a war for decades.

The power of a country is not the same from one month to the next, let alone over decades.

In Mahamu's mind, there was still the scene of grassland people roaming the Central Plains.

In Mahamu's opinion, the battle between Tatar and Uriankhai was due to the two forces' incompetence rather than the Ming army being too powerful.

Ever since the Wala tribe gradually grew stronger and began to control most of the grassland, Mahamu's ambitions gradually clouded his head.

In his mind, the 3 cavalrymen and more than 10 war horses under his command were enough for him to conquer the entire world.

In order to prove his own strength, he decided to defeat the Ming Dynasty, which had defeated the Uriankhai and Tatars, on a frontal battlefield to prove his strength and prestige.

By then, as long as he defeats the Ming Dynasty and annexes the Tatars and Uriankhai with the power of victory, he will be the true leader of the grassland.

Genghis Khan’s golden bloodline will be nothing but shit compared to his fame and prestige.

Mahamu will become the new leader of the grassland. In the future, he will counterattack back to the Central Plains and integrate the power of the Central Plains. Then he will launch an attack on Genghis Khan's reputation.

When he returns to deal with the West, takes back those split forces, and unifies the entire world, he will become the only powerful ruler on the grassland.

With fantasies in his heart, Mahamu looked at the Ming army slowly approaching from a distance.

"My sons, our hometown has been trampled by the enemy's iron hooves. This is a humiliation to Changshengtian and a humiliation to the entire grassland."

"As eagles on the grassland, we will never allow such shame to exist."

"bass!"

Drawing out his scimitar, Mahamu slowly pointed it towards the Ming army formation that was approaching.

"My men, my warriors, the Eternal Heaven is watching us, and Genghis Khan is watching us from the sky."

"Draw out your scimitars, draw your bows and arrows, and let the enemy know that the grassland will not allow anyone to humiliate or trample on it."

"Shame can only be washed away with blood. Today, only the blood of the wise can help us walk out of shame."

"My men, my warriors, for the sake of Eternal Heaven and the Great Yuan Empire, kill!"

"Oh ho ho ho..."

Following Mahamu's encouragement, the Wala cavalry, who had been eager to fight, let out strange cries of excitement.

Wielding various weapons in their hands, one man rode three fast horses, and under the leadership of three commanders, they divided into three attacking teams and launched an attack on the Ming army formation.

The Ming army troops, which had been on standby for a long time, began to make rapid adjustments under the old man's command.

Xu Da led the Shenwei Battalion and the Shenji Battalion as the vanguard of the entire army and stood at the front of the team.

Liu Sheng led the Three Thousand Battalion as the right wing of the army, and Zhu Zhanjun led the Shenwei Battalion, the Shenji Battalion, and the Five Army Battalion Cavalry as the left wing of the army.

Duke Zhang Fu of England led the Five Army Camps as the rear army, and he and the old man overlooked the entire battlefield.

As soon as the two sides met, without any communication or quarrel, they started the most brutal war and killing.

(End of this chapter)