I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 141 Coward, please leave the battlefield.

"Oh hoo hoo!"

Lasalle gave an order, and the Oirat cavalry roared like wild wolves.The waving weapon followed Lasalle, and Zhu Zhangui, who was coming forward, launched a charge from top to bottom.

The distance of 800 meters is just the blink of an eye for galloping cavalry.

The two sides charged at the same time, and soon the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters.

"shoot!"

Lassalle, who rushed to the front, gave an order to shoot arrows with a roar.

Although the distance between the two sides is still more than 100 meters, under the gallop of the two sides, the cavalry will enter the range of the bow and arrow when they pull the bow and shoot the arrow for a while.

But what happened next made Lasalle's eyes widen instantly.

I saw the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty, who were originally facing each other, suddenly made a sharp turn and went around to the side.

What made Lassalle even more helpless was that all the arrows fired by this side failed.

The running cavalry wants to turn quickly, and it is difficult to do it without prior training and planning.

In desperation, Lasalle could only continue to charge forward with his soldiers, and passed by more than ten meters away from the cavalry of the Ming army.

"Fire!"

At the same time that the two sides passed each other, a loud roar suddenly sounded in the Ming army formation.

Immediately afterwards, there was a bang bang bang sound, accompanied by a puff of gunpowder smoke.

"Puff puff!"

Before the cavalry on Lasalle's side understood what was going on, there was a sound of blood piercing through their own formation.

Then a Mingerlang screamed and fell off his horse. Blood holes appeared on each of the war horses, and they fell to the ground neighing.

In this round of shooting alone, no less than 200 people from the Oirat cavalry fell off their horses.

"No, it's the enemy's firecracker!"

Lasalle, who had fought against the Ming army, quickly figured out what weapon the opponent was using.

"Don't panic, everyone. The enemy's weapons can only be used for one round. Let me catch up and kill them all."

Seeing that his subordinates were a little flustered by the enemy's round of attacks, Lasalle hurriedly and loudly stabilized the morale of the army.

"Bang bang bang..."

But as soon as his voice fell, the rear half of the Ming Dynasty cavalry who was about to pass by them suddenly remembered a burst of gunfire.

This round of shooting resulted in the casualties of nearly a hundred Oirat cavalrymen.

"asshole!"

La Salle cursed in a low voice, then pulled the rein and roared.

"This time they are really gone, and the sons and daughters will fight with me to avenge blood and hatred for our fellow clansmen."

After Lasalle let out a roar, he was the first to flatter his horse and rush forward.

Seeing this, the other Oirat cavalry also roared angrily, and followed closely behind Lasalle.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick!"

The Oirat cavalry turned around and launched another attack. The Ming Dynasty cavalry who passed by them, under the command of the horn, went directly around the hillside and rushed forward.

When the Oirat cavalry saw that the enemy was about to run, their morale boiled instantly, and they followed closely with shouts.

Rushing to the front, Lasalle felt flustered for some reason when he saw the enemy bypassing the hillside.

There was an intuition in his heart that told him that he seemed to have overlooked something.

As he was the first to go around the hillside, he had a clear view of the situation on the other side.

Lasalle reacted abruptly, he forgot about the wave of cavalry that was sent out just now.

On the other side of the hillside, two cavalrymen crossed each other.

The cavalry who had circled to the right just now had already circled the hillside to the left.

For the cavalry led by Zhu Zhangui, since some soldiers had already fired two bullets, it took a certain amount of time to reload, so the next attack was completed by another team of cavalry.

Leading another team of cavalry commanders, after criss-crossing with his own soldiers and horses, he led the Ming soldiers behind him and charged towards Lasalle.

"The sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers are here, and the Ming Dynasty will never be invincible. Kill!"

The commander who led the cavalry shouted their slogans for fighting at sea.

All the cavalry also shouted loudly.

"With the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, Ming Dynasty will never be invincible!"

"Boom!"

The sound of rumbling horseshoes resounded across the grassland, and the two cavalrymen made contact in the blink of an eye.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Due to the blocking of the hillside, the Wala cavalry did not notice another group of Ming cavalry.

When the two sides were about to hit their heads, the distance between the two sides was almost less than 20 meters.

The charging Ming army cavalry held a flintlock pistol in each hand, stepped on the stirrups and clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and directly pulled the trigger at the oncoming Wala cavalry.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the sound of gunfire was deafening.

Lasalle, who rushed to the front, was shot into a hedgehog by seven or eight guns.

The Oirat cavalry who followed immediately fell down a large area under a volley of thousands of flintlock pistols.

"kill!"

Throwing away the flintlock pistol whose empty ammunition was tied up with a rope, the cavalry commander drew out the sword on the saddle and let out a roar.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The cavalry soldiers hissed and shouted one by one, waved their weapons, and under the leadership of the commander, launched a fierce charge towards the enemy.

"Boom bang bang..."

Fighting with cold weapons, there is no such thing as retreating.

Between lightning bolts.

The cavalry of the two sides collided together and started a fight with the most primitive and savage battle.

Swords and swords, blood rushing.

There were screams and muffled sounds of pain.

Broken arms, flying heads, flying around like flower petals scattered by a fairy.

"kill!"

Just as the two sides were engaged in the fiercest fight, Zhu Zhangui, who led the cavalry from the other side, came around.

Charged from behind the enemy.

"Bang bang bang..."

Another round of firing rang out.

The soldiers behind the Oirat cavalry were shot down again.

After emptying the ammunition in his hand, Zhu Zhangui pulled out his precious sword, and led Yu Qian, who was nervous but still shouting, to charge towards the enemy.

"Puff puff…"

A flash of cold light flashed, and a famous enemy fell under the knife.

When the two teams of Ming army cavalry met, all the [-] Oirat cavalry were killed here except for a small number who escaped or were dismounted and captured alive.

"Win!"

Yu Qian, who hurriedly followed all the way with a knife in his hand, looked at the Wala cavalry who were no longer sitting on horseback.

Excitedly raised the knife and shouted loudly.

But he yelled for a long time, but found that no one agreed with him.

The soldiers who had finished the battle did not shout in celebration.

Instead, he walked around the battlefield quickly to check if there were any enemies he missed.

There are also groups of cavalry rushing out around, guarding the surroundings to prevent the enemy from attacking.

Some of the rest went to check the enemy's corpses with knives, while others quickly rescued their own wounded.

Even Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Gaosui are helping to treat injured comrades.

Yu Qian, who was celebrating loudly, withdrew his hand in embarrassment when he saw this scene, and quickly got off his horse to help the soldiers beside him treat the wounded.

It's just that he couldn't lift a wounded man clumsily, causing the wounded soldiers to cry in pain.

The last officer couldn't stand it anymore, and drove him to help Zhu Zhangui.

When he came to Zhu Zhangui's side, Yu Qian didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only stand by and watch Zhu Zhangui stitch up the wounded soldier.

Zhu Zhangui glanced at him and stuffed a tray into his hand.

"What do I want, what do you hand me."

Yu Qian nodded quickly, squatting next to Zhu Zhangui with a tray, watching Zhu Zhangui quickly sew up the soldiers' wounds.

But after watching it for a while, Yu Qian felt sick for a while.

The scene where Zhu Zhangui kept piercing the wound with flesh and blood turned outward, and the scene of blood oozing out made Yu Qian feel very uncomfortable watching.

Before that, he was just a scholar, and he was assigned to the military camp, and he only raised horses.

In the past, not to mention fighting people desperately with a knife, I didn't even see a dead person a few times.

This kind of bloody blood can even see the wounds of internal organs. To be honest, he really can't stand it.

But he also knew that he had to adapt to this scene as soon as possible.

Yu Qian understood that Zhu Zhangui was cultivating him.

There are so many civil servants in the Shenji Camp, why didn't Zhu Zhangui bring him along instead?

He understood that Zhu Zhangui wanted him to hone his skills so that he could grow up as soon as possible.

The place where people grow the fastest is the battlefield of blood and fire.

As the sky gradually darkened, torches were lit around.

After Zhu Zhangui treated the wound of the last wounded, he took a piece of cloth handed over by Yu Qian and wiped his hands.

"Although you have to celebrate when you win a battle, you don't have to celebrate right after the battle is over."

"The enemy may reappear at any time, so don't let your guard down until you're sure it's really safe."

Yu Qian nodded.

"The officer understands!"

Looking back at Yu Qian, who was a little pale, Zhu Zhangui patted his shoulder and said.

"If you want to achieve great results, you must adapt to this kind of scene as soon as possible."

"If you can't adapt, you can tell me, and I will transfer you away from here."

"This is a battlefield, cowards will only die faster."

Yu Qian was silent.

He looked at Zhu Zhangui who turned around and ordered the soldiers to clear up the battlefield and evacuate as soon as possible. He was very puzzled and also very moved.

He didn't understand what he was, and Zhu Zhangui fell in love with him.

The other party's dignified grandson, unexpectedly passed on his battlefield experience by precepts and deeds.

Yu Qian felt that it should not be the reason for his cousin.

If one's cousin is a grandson concubine, such treatment can still be justified.

But his cousin didn't even have a name until now, saying that Zhu Zhangui took care of him like this for the sake of his cousin, Yu Qian himself didn't believe it.

Cut off the enemy's head.

Bringing the living horses and the enemy's equipment, Zhu Zhangui and his party headed for the Ming army camp overnight in the dark.

This place is 200 miles away from the Ming army camp. Zhu Zhangui and his party drove all night before returning to the Ming army camp.

The reason why they were in such a hurry was because they wanted to send some seriously wounded back as soon as possible.

The medicines carried by Zhu Zhangui and others are only for emergency rescue, and can only temporarily save the lives of the wounded.

To ensure that the wounded will not die, the doctors in the camp need to prescribe medicine for treatment.

The group returned to the camp, and Zhu Zhangui asked the soldiers to send the wounded to the medical camp.

He and Zhu Gaosui went to the old man to report on the interrogation of the prisoners.

"Nephew, in order not to make your second uncle suspicious, I may pretend for a while, sometimes I have to speak too much, don't be angry."

When approaching the main tent, Zhu Gaosui said something in a low voice.

Zhu Zhangui returned a look that I understand, and the two strode into the camp after the notification was approved.

(End of this chapter)