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

Chapter 6: Lure the enemy deep into our territory and wipe them out in one fell swoop

"The Barbarian Cavalry are good at charging and archery, but most of the battles are fought on the periphery, using archery to deplete the defenders' strength and using bows and arrows to break down the enemy's defenses."

Old Zhu looked at the scene in front of him and explained to Zhu Zhanjun how to fight.

"Although these barbarians won, facing an army of 100,000, they did not dare to launch an attack easily. They could only patrol the periphery and intimidate."

"If it were me, I would throw those idiots' heads over here to speed up the collapse of the army's morale."

"Once the army collapses, it will be time for these barbarians to reap the harvest."

"Even if some of our men stand up and stabilize the army's morale, they won't care. They will just cruise around the army, cut off our supply lines, and put the army in trouble."

"The imperial court's rescue will not arrive in a short time. If it takes too long, the army's food and grass will run out, and we will be defeated without a fight."

Zhu Zhanjun listened carefully. These were Zhu's many years of experience in fighting against the Mongols, and ordinary people could not learn them even if they wanted to.

"If we want to get rid of all this trouble, we have to destroy these 5000 cavalrymen."

Having set the tone for this battle, Lao Zhu asked, "Have you arranged everything I asked you to arrange?"

Zhu Zhanjun quickly replied in his mind: "It has been arranged. It is all prepared according to your instructions."

"Okay." Lao Zhu responded calmly, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't interrupt either.

He heard from the old man that when Zhu Yuanzhang was thinking about a problem, no one dared to disturb him except Empress Ma.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

As the sun sets, the rumbling sound of horse hooves can be heard, and a thin black line slowly emerges from the north.

"let's start!"

Old Zhu opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and he gave the order calmly.

Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand, and a captain who had been on standby nearby waved a command flag towards the lookout tower at the rear.

"Run! The Tatars are coming."

Soon, chaotic noise came from the rear of the camp.

The Tatar cavalry running over from a distance clearly saw that behind the Ming army camp, there were tens of thousands of Ming troops fleeing in a panic.

And when they saw that the camp in front was empty, without a single person in sight, and the ground was littered with discarded weapons, armor, and valuables, they were even more ecstatic.

"Go ahead, my men, and kill all these Han slaves."

The Tatar general had no doubt at all and simply waved his hand to give the order to charge the camp.

The enemy's commander and all his generals were killed. What was the use of the Ming army even if they had a large number? An army without morale and military spirit was just a group of sheep.

He planned to occupy the main camp first and take the credit first.

As for the fleeing Ming troops, he didn't care at all.

On this vast grassland, without food and guide, the fate is either starvation or exhaustion, or becoming food for wild wolves.

"Oh ho ho..."

The Tatar soldiers let out strange roars of excitement and swarmed towards the open gate of the front camp.

"Steady, steady..."

From the picture, he noticed that Zhu Zhanjun's hand was tightly pressing the handle of the knife. Old Zhu understood that this was Zhu Zhanjun's first time participating in a war and he was a little nervous.

He said calmly, "You are the prince of the Ming Dynasty, a descendant of our Zhu family. We Zhu family members can be afraid of anything, but we cannot be afraid of these barbarians."

"Not only must you not be afraid, you must also make these barbarians afraid of you, and make them tremble in fear when they mention your name."

With Old Zhu's comfort, Zhu Zhanjun's hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife slowly relaxed, and he looked calmly at the Tatar cavalry that rushed into the camp.

The cavalry rushed into the camp, shot arrows into the tents on both sides, and pulled open the tents with hooks.

Only after confirming that it was really empty did he completely calm down and followed the Tatar general in front of him, rushing straight to the central camp.

They didn't set the fire, not only because they didn't light torches, but also because there was another reason: these tents and the things inside would all belong to them from now on, and it would be a shame to burn them.

Maybe they all want to grab the most valuable and precious things in the central tent.

These Tatar barbarians did not even split their forces. Most of them ran towards the central army tent along the deliberately left central army road.

"Prepare!"

When he saw that the fastest enemy cavalry was approaching the central camp, Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand.

The captain who was in charge of delivering the message also raised a red flag in his hand.

A large number of soldiers hiding around, holding their weapons tightly, were ready to charge.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The dust raised by the galloping horses was getting closer and closer. The Tatar cavalry galloped recklessly all the way and soon stepped into the designed ambush circle.

"kill."

The moment Old Zhu's voice rang out, Zhu Zhanjun swung his hand down fiercely.

"Bump..."

As the officer waved the flag, the musketeers who had been on standby raised their muskets and fired into the sky.

"Bang bang bang..."

Dozens of muskets fired at the same time, so loud amid the rumbling of horses' hooves.

"kill!"

In an instant, deafening shouts of killing rang out from everywhere.

Seeing the big tent just in front of him, the Tatar general, who was about to get the credit for killing the general and capturing the flag, was shocked.

Before he could rein in his horse, the brigade's logistics troops pushed chariots and rushed out from unexpected corners, surrounding them in the middle.

"Fire arrows!"

The archers following closely behind the chariot, under the command of the officers, drew their bows and shot arrows while running.

For a moment, sharp arrows rained down like rain.

"Musketeers, fire!"

After a round of arrow rain, the musketeers specially transferred from each camp lit the fuse with the cooperation of their companions and inserted the muzzle of the gun into the gap of the chariot.

"Bang bang bang..."

As the smoke rose, screams and wails were heard from the convoy of cars.

"Little bastard, you have to remember this." Watching the battle outside through the screen, Old Zhu explained to Zhu Zhanjun: "To deal with these cavalrymen who come and go like the wind, as long as you restrict their movements and attacks, their threat will be directly reduced by 60%."

"A cavalryman without speed is no better than a dog."

Zhu Zhanjun's mouth twitched slightly when he heard what Old Zhu said.

Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is true.

The cavalry's combat effectiveness has dropped to the bottom due to its restricted speed.

Faced with the Ming army's chariots blocking them from all sides, the Tatar cavalry crowded in the densely packed tents became complete lambs to be slaughtered.

With every round of arrows raining down and every row of muskets firing, many Tatar cavalrymen fell to the ground wailing.

"Almost done, ready to serve."

Old Zhu observed the situation on the battlefield, stood up, carrying the hoe beside him and went to the field.

He is now a farmhand, and farming is his main job. Assisting his great-grandson in fighting is just a part-time job.

Zhu Zhanjun breathed a sigh of relief, the crisis was finally over temporarily.

"Order, speed up the encirclement and suppression of the enemy!"

"Woooooooo..."

As the attack horn sounded, the Ming army, armed with spears, crossed the chariot shelters under the cover of shields and began the final finish.

"puff!"

As the last Tatar cavalryman was stabbed down by a spear, the Ming soldiers looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground and cheered excitedly.
"We won, we won!"

"We won. We defeated the barbarian cavalry..."

"Your Highness is in command like a god. I admire you wholeheartedly."

The generals around Zhu Zhanjun looked at the young man in front of them with admiration, who had achieved such a great victory without being arrogant or impatient.

Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand, "We'll talk about your admiration later. Order the entire army to break camp and retreat."

"Retreat?"

The generals were dumbfounded when they heard this.

Now that we have won the battle, why did we choose to retreat instead of continuing to attack while taking advantage of the victory?
"Your Highness..."

Zhu Zhanjun stretched out his hand to stop the general who was about to persuade them, and looked at everyone present with a cold gaze.

"This is an order, not a negotiation. Anyone who disobeys or resists the order will be killed!"

(End of this chapter)