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

Chapter 215: Poor people intersperse, rich people cover, what I play is excitement
"Our three armies suffered more than 8600 casualties, more than 3000 were captured, more than 1000 were missing, and many of the soldiers who returned were slightly injured."

Following Taiping's report, the entire tent fell silent.

Mahamu stared blankly at Taiping, who was reporting the situation with a broken arm through gritted teeth. He felt confused and panicked.

Two of the three generals died in battle, and the only one who survived, Taiping, was half disabled when he returned.

Of the more than 20,000 troops that launched the attack, only about 10,000 returned, and all of them were injured.

Mahamu couldn't understand why this battle, which had all the advantages for him, ended up like this and he lost so miserably.

"Chief, let's retreat. If we continue to fight like this, our tribe will be finished."

Taiping prostrated himself on the ground, persuading Mahamu with a choked voice.

This battle was so tragic that it was the worst war in his life.

Except for the subsequent close combat between the two sides, they did not gain any advantage in the initial charge.

Without getting close to the enemy, the attacking team almost collapsed.

The heavy cavalry that had been hoped for was severely damaged by the opponent as soon as it came on the field.

Taiping still can't forget the scene of the heavy cavalry being blown into a bloody mess by the enemy.

I'm afraid that scene today will become a nightmare for his whole life.

Although they have retreated and occupied a favorable position on the top of the mountain, Taiping does not think that they still have any hope of winning this war.

The Ming army's firearms are powerful, and today's war is just a temporary preparation by the Ming army. If the other side is allowed to be prepared, Taiping dare not imagine what kind of storm they will face.

He now understood why those Tatars who had surrendered to him were so scared that they secretly fled away at night when they heard that they were going to have a head-on battle with the Ming army.

It was not that they were timid, but that they had seen the terror of the Ming army and understood that the Oirat's confident war would inevitably lead to failure.

"Yes, Chief, as the Ming people said, if you have green mountains, you will never run out of firewood."

A tribal leader also stood up and persuaded Mahamu: "Although we have suffered heavy casualties, our current strength is still enough to dominate the grassland."

"As long as we pay tribute to the Ming people, they will not care about the grassland affairs. By then, we will annex the Tatar and Wuliangha tribes, and rest for a few years. We will still be the eagles on the grassland."

"Then we can send people to bribe the officials of the Ming Dynasty and get their powerful weapons. Then the threat of the Ming Dynasty to us will no longer exist."

"Chief, this is a good idea. Let's retreat."

"Yes, chief, please retreat. If we continue to fight like this, my tribe will be finished."

Voices of persuasion rang in Mahamu's ears.

Mahamu clenched his fists, feeling unwilling.

But what could he do even if he was unwilling? The situation was such that he had no choice but to bow his head.

"Hey, pass on my order, to..."

"Woooooooo..."

Before Mahamu finished his order, a warning horn suddenly sounded from the rear.

"The Ming army attacked."

Taiping jumped up suddenly and shouted in panic.

The other generals also looked panicked.

"Report..."

A soldier ran in and said to Mahamu in panic, "Chief, Ming cavalry appeared in the rear. They have already attacked the camp. The rear camp can no longer resist. Please send troops to support us."

"rear!"

Mahamu stood up suddenly, with a bad feeling in his heart.

Others are not stupid either.

The mountain range they were in was endless, and it would take more than a day or two to get around it.

The Ming army's cavalry appeared in the rear, which meant that the Ming army had prepared for a pincer attack from the front and back from the very beginning.

In other words, from the very beginning, the Ming army knew that they would set up the battlefield here. The Ming army had prepared everything and was waiting for today's battle.

"It's bad. Something happened in the rear camp."

Taiping screamed in shock.

The Ming army even knew the battle site clearly, so the camp in the rear would definitely not escape their eyes.

Now that the Ming army has appeared in the rear again, there is no need to think about the rear camp at all. It has probably been taken over by the Ming army long ago.

"puff!"

Mahamu also thought of these things. When he thought about his base camp being occupied by the Ming army and his army being attacked from both sides, his blood suddenly surged up and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"leader……"

Everyone gathered around quickly and Mahamu waved his hand.

"Don't worry about me, repel this cavalry first."

"leader……"

"I know what you're thinking." Stopping Taiping from speaking, Mahamu looked at everyone and said, "Even if we choose to surrender, it's our own choice, not our kneeling surrender when the enemy holds a knife to our necks."

"Our dignity does not allow us to do this, and neither does Tengri."

"Go ahead, Taiping, hold the front line and don't let the main force of the Ming army come up."

"Dar, you must lead your men and horses to repel the cavalry coming up from behind at all costs."

Mahamu did not say to annihilate the enemy completely, because he knew in his heart that with the current strength and morale of the tribe, it would be a great effort to be able to repel the enemy.

…………

"Notify the heavy artillery battalion, target the Wala front camp, distance 1530 meters, fire!"

Zhu Zhanjun held up a telescope, looked at the top of the mountain, and quickly gave orders.

The old man also held up a telescope and looked for a long time, wondering: "How did you determine how far the enemy camp is from us?"

The camp of the Oirat people was set up behind a mountain. Although the artillery could reach it, its exact location could not be determined.

The old man was a little curious about how Zhu Zhanjun knew the location of the Wala camp and how he knew that Huo Qubing and Lan Yu had launched an attack from behind.

The battlefield had not been cleaned up yet, and Zhu Zhanjun directly ordered the five military camps to prepare for an attack, saying that the flanking light cavalry troops had arrived and were launching an attack.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled slightly and pointed to several eagles circling on the mountain peaks.

"They are my guiding messengers."

These eagles are Zhu Zhanjun's eyes and messengers on the grassland.

When he first came to the grassland, Zhu Zhanjun was still thinking about how to maintain communication.

Although he can communicate in the space, he has to give others a reason and can't just rely on guessing.

Huo Qubing gave a suggestion at that time, that the eagle on the grassland could be tamed with the help of the power of space. No animal knows the grassland better than the eagle.

Eagles fly in the sky. Their eyes can cover a large area, and their speed makes them the best scouts.

In order to find the eagle, Zhu Zhanjun's men put in a lot of effort and finally got a few eagle eggs.

After being sent into space, only three hatched successfully, one male and two females.

Kangxi was familiar with this thing, so he took over the training of the eagle.

Later, when they grew up, Lao Zhu generously took out the lotus leaves that were used to summon Liu Bowen and others and fed them to the three eagles.

After a period of evolution, the male eagle king has a wingspan of 5 meters. The two females are also large in size, with a wingspan of more than 4 meters.

Although the offspring they give birth to are not as strong as them, their size and abilities are larger than those of ordinary eagles.

These extremely intelligent eagles, when released onto the grassland, are like tigers entering the mountains and dragons entering the sea.

Huo Qubing was able to find the Wala camp so easily thanks to these eagle guides.

These eagles are used to deliver messages in secret.

In addition, these eagles can also guide the distance and direction of the army.

Just now, Zhu Zhanjun immediately determined the distance to the Wala people’s camp with the help of these eagles.

After listening to Zhu Zhanjun’s story, the old man looked at the eagles circling on the mountain, his heart filled with emotion.

As expected, he is the grandson he has chosen, and he can bring him different surprises every time.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Not long after Zhu Zhanjun issued the order, loud gunshots were heard from the heavy artillery camp.

During this expedition, the old man shamelessly removed all 20 heavy artillery pieces from the walls of Peking.

The excuse is: These cannons are just for display here, so it would be better to take them to the battlefield for a test to see if they are damaged after being left here for so long.

In order to pull these 20 heavy artillery pieces to the battlefield, the logistics battalion put in a lot of effort, and no less than 2000 people were sent to help.

With many improvements, the range of heavy artillery has reached a terrifying five miles, almost reaching the maximum range of current artillery.

Accompanied by roars, one artillery shell after another whizzed towards the Wala camp.

Unfortunately, due to the obstruction of the mountain, half of the shells hit the mountain, and it is unknown how many of the remaining shells will hit the mountain.

Zhu Zhanjun frowned, turned around and continued to give orders: "Shoot out all the Heavenly Secret Arrows you brought with you."

In this expedition, in addition to artillery, Zhu Zhanjun brought 10 newly researched Tianji arrows.

The chief engineer of the Tianji Arrow proudly said that the error of the Tianji Arrow, within its effective range, would never exceed 10 feet.

Although it is still a bit large, this error is acceptable in this era.

When the old man heard about the Heavenly Secret Arrow, he could no longer sit still. He turned around and left with the signalman.

Zhu Zhanjun asked Ergou to follow and protect the old man, then raised the telescope and looked at the battlefield ahead.

Under the command of Zhang Fu, the Fifth Army Camp, in coordination with the Shenwei Camp and the Shenji Camp, launched an attack on the mountain peak.

Arrows and guns were fired back and forth between the two sides, and soldiers from both sides were constantly shot and fell to the ground.

Faced with the casualties of the soldiers, Zhu Zhanjun just took a look and turned in another direction.

Kindness does not hold military power, and righteousness does not hold power.

Deaths in war are inevitable. There has never been a war in history with zero casualties.

If one is extremely heartbroken when someone dies, such a person cannot be a commander, let alone an emperor.

"Huhuhu..."

Soon, a whistling sound attracted the attention of the fighters on both sides.

All the soldiers subconsciously looked up and saw three strange guys in the sky, dragging thick tail flames and flying quickly behind the mountain.

“Roar, roar, it’s the Heavenly Secret Arrow!”

The soldiers of the Shenwei Battalion, who had received training in this area, shouted loudly with excitement.

Although the soldiers of the Fifth Army Camp did not know what the Heavenly Secret Arrow was, seeing that it was so powerful and attacking from the sky, they thought it must be very powerful, so they followed the soldiers of the Divine Power Camp and shouted loudly.

Amid the excited shouts of the Ming army soldiers, three Tianji arrows flew across the mountain and disappeared before the soldiers' eyes.

“Boom boom boom…boom boom boom…boom boom boom!”

Three violent explosions caused the entire mountain to tremble.

Many of the Wala soldiers who were blocking the Ming soldiers on the top of the mountain were directly knocked over by the smoke and dust brought by the shock wave, and rolled down to the feet of the attacking Ming soldiers.

Seeing the credit in front of him, the soldier picked up his weapon and stabbed it without hesitation.

“Ming, ming, ming…”

Several eagle cries were heard in the sky. The eagle that had been scared away by the arrival of the Tianji Arrow just now flew back to the battlefield again, circling and crying.

Zhu Zhanjun tilted his ear to listen to the eagle's cry, and ordered the messenger beside him: "A and C are off target, B hits the target, tell the surveyor, according to B hitting the target, advance ten feet forward and eight feet to the left."

The order was quickly passed down, and in less than half a quarter of an hour, three whistles were heard in the sky again.

"Long live, long live, long live..."

The Ming troops shouted excitedly, cheering for the Ming Dynasty for having such powerful weapons.

"Rumble..."

Amid cheers, three explosions sounded again.

This time, Zhu Zhanjun could tell that the target had been hit without the Eagle's report.

Looking at the broken limbs and flesh, as well as various fragments of tents, that were lifted into the sky by the explosion, Zhu Zhanjun waved behind him.

"Huhuhu..."

The last four shots were fired in unison, and the spectacular scene was unforgettable for everyone.

"Rumble, rumble..."

Zhu Zhanjun scratched his ears and raised his hand and waved it forward fiercely.

"attack!"

"Dududu...dududu..."

The passionate charge sounded in the silent battlefield after the explosion.

When the Ming soldiers heard the charge, they knew that the final moment had come.

After patting their comrades beside them who had been temporarily deafened by the explosion, the soldiers raised their weapons, let out earth-shaking shouts, and launched a final attack on the top of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)