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

Chapter 147 Zhu Zhangui: Today is the day to leave your name in history ~ kill!

After finding the camp of the Oirats, Zhu Zhangui did not immediately order a raid.

In addition to not knowing the defense situation of the camp, the soldiers also need to take a rest.

After half a month of rushing, the soldiers' physical strength and combat effectiveness dropped by more than half.

In this case, a direct surprise attack is prone to accidents.

Even if people gritted their teeth and could carry it, the horse couldn't stand it.

Although the attacking troops were all one man and two horses, after half a month of traveling, the horse's physical strength had reached its limit.

So Zhu Zhangui thought about it and let the soldiers and horses rest for a day, while he went to check the situation in the Wara camp in person.

Order the troops to retreat 20 miles to prevent being discovered by the Oirat rangers.

Zhu Zhangui took a few good hands, collected the remains of the soldiers who died in the battle with the wolves, and touched the outskirts of the Oara camp.

After a day of observation.

Zhu Zhangui also learned about the general situation of the Wara camp.

There are not many troops.

There are about 2000 people, and they are scattered throughout the camp.

The rest are ordinary herdsmen, mostly old and young, women and children.

The number of people is about 10,000+, gathered at the edge of a river.

After confirming the situation of the Wala camp, Zhu Zhangui led people back to the camp when it was dark.

All the soldiers gathered together that night, no one spoke, just looked at Zhu Zhangui quietly.

In order to prevent the enemy from finding out, everyone did not light the fire, but only illuminated it with night light and stars.

"Bros!"

Zhu Zhangui looked at the soldiers in a circle, raised his voice and began his pre-war speech.

More than 8000 soldiers all puffed out their chests when they heard the call of brother.

"Before setting off, your commander told you that following me is just to clean up the enemies who disturb our logistics."

"But after half a month of marching, I believe you all have seen that we are not sweeping the rear of the enemy."

All the soldiers did not speak, but quietly looked at the black figure standing upright under the moonlight.

"In order to ensure that the whereabouts are not leaked, I have not told you our destination. But I believe that many brothers have guesses in their hearts."

"That's right, I can tell you with certainty that your guess is right."

"Our goal of running thousands of miles is to go straight to the enemy's royal court and create immortal achievements just like Huo Qubing in the Han Dynasty."

Zhu Zhangui pointed to the direction of the Wala camp.

"Just yesterday, our scouting brothers discovered the camp of the Oirats."

"Right there, 100 miles away, the camp of the Oirats is there."

"Tomorrow's dawn will be the time for us to make achievements and be famous in history."

"Warriors, robes, brothers."

"We are about to create an immortal myth just like Huo Qubing, and we will be recorded in the annals of Ming Dynasty, leaving a name through the ages."

"If we go here, we will create an immortal glory."

"If we go here, we will shock the entire Ming Dynasty!"

"Of course, we may also be wiped out!"

"But no matter what, I will not back down."

"Brothers, dare to fight with me."

Swish!
All the soldiers stood up neatly, even Yu Qian, who was full of bookishness, looked at Zhu Zhangui with his head held high.

Looking around at everyone, Zhu Zhangui raised his hand and hit the breastplate heavily.

"If you don't break the enemy's army, you won't turn back!"

"kill!"

In the twinkling of an eye, it was early morning.

At this time, people's vigilance is the weakest, and it is also the time when people are most likely to get sleepy.

Ten miles away from the Wara camp.

Zhu Zhangui moved forward slowly with 8000 soldiers.

Everyone tried to slow down their pace as much as possible, trying to prevent the enemy from discovering their whereabouts before launching an attack.

Nine miles, eight miles, seven miles, six miles...

It soon approached the Oirat camp five miles away.

Everyone stopped and did not move on.

This is already the closest distance.

In this quiet night, if you get closer, the sound of so many horseshoes stamping on the ground can be easily spotted by the enemy.

"Replenish the horse's strength and prepare for the assault."

After the team stopped, Zhu Zhangui turned around and whispered behind him.

The people behind also began to pass on the words one after another.

Reaching out his hand to take out an egg from his bosom, Zhu Zhangui comforted the horse to eat it.

After the horses finished eating the eggs, Zhu Zhangui untied the bag of refined grains and let the horses eat to their fullest.

"Hurry up, old man. When you rush later, you must not lose the chain."

Touching the steed, Zhu Zhangui looked at Yu Qian who was also preparing for it.

Originally, Zhu Zhangui planned to let Yu Qian take care of the wounded in the camp.

In the end, he was rejected by Yu Qian.

In his words, I ran thousands of miles, but you didn't let me go when I came to the end. Isn't my running thousands of miles in vain?

"Follow me when you charge later, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you if you stay away."

Zhu Zhangui was not persuading the other party to stay, but instead told the other party to follow him closely.

Yu Qian nodded silently.

He is not a martial artist, although he has learned some martial arts, but it is only for physical fitness.

Fighting on the battlefield, although he experienced it last time, but that time he was just a fool, his knife didn't even touch the enemy.

This time, facing several times the enemy, it is inevitable to fight in person.

With the kung fu of his three-legged cat, if no one protects him, he may be cold at any time.

Soothing the war horse in front of him, Yu Qian was silent for a while and said: "If... I said that if I die, the old mother at home, please Your Highness."

Zhu Zhangui glanced at him and nodded.

Everyone on the battlefield will die.

Not to mention Yu Qian, even he, a traveler, is in danger of dying if he is not careful.

The time for rest soon passed.

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the sky and got on his horse.

Yu Qian and all the soldiers, none of them said much, climbed on the horse one after another, ready to charge and fight.

"call!"

He took a deep breath of cool air and let it out slowly.

With a wave of his hand, Zhu Zhangui was the first to drive forward.

Wuli Road is more than 2500 meters away.

It may take a while if the person is running.

But for a trained horse, even if it is jogging, the time for a cup of tea is enough.

Mu Tuo is an old herdsman.

When he was young, he was also a brave warrior, but as he grew older, he could no longer gallop on horseback for a long time.

Later, he gave the scimitar to his son and trained him to be a new Oirat warrior.

Last year, they conquered the Tatar tribe, making their tribe even stronger.

With strong soldiers and strong horses, their profuse sweat had the idea of ​​challenging Daming.

Last November, his son was drafted by the Great Khan to fight in the south.

This trip lasted for more than three months.

Some time ago, the son came back and told him that they did not fight the Ming people, but just confronted each other on the border for a while.

But the emperor of the Ming Dynasty was very angry. He heard that he had led troops into the grassland.

Muto was a little worried about this.

The Ming people were not weak and incompetent like the Song people. They were also very ruthless in killing people, and they were also very good at fighting.

Once there was a man named Sapphire who broke through most of their capital.

At that time, Mu Tuo was just an adult, and his father died in that war.

The death of his father made Mu Tuo hate and fear Mingren.

He hated these Ming people for killing his father, and he was also a little afraid that these Ming people would hit the grassland, leaving them without their last living home.

Fortunately, although the Ming people made many expeditions to the north, they did not cause much harm to the tribes on the grassland.

Even two years ago, the grassland wiped out an army of the Ming people.

But the good times don't last long.

The grassland that had just won the victory ushered in the revenge of the Ming Dynasty.

Their emperor personally led his troops to the north, and along the way, drove all the tribes into chaos, and the Tatars were severely injured.

Thinking of all the past, Mu Tuo sighed, looking in the direction of the battlefield and praying in his heart.

"Great Changsheng God, please bless my son on the grassland, let us win again, and bless my son's safe return."

"Boom...Boom..."

Just when Mu Tuo was praying for Changsheng Tian in his heart, suddenly his ears moved and he heard some movement.

He used to be a ranger Muto, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly lay down on the ground.

Soon his face changed wildly.

Damn it, cavalry, or massive cavalry!
Mu Tuo instantly judged that there was an enemy approaching.

The reason he judged was the enemy.

It's because Prairie Erlang loves horses very much.

If it is not in an emergency, or when the battle is charging, the horse will not be allowed to gallop at all.

If it was his own people, it would be impossible for the horse to gallop wildly in such a situation not far from home.

So all that's left is for the enemy to raid.

"Get up, don't sleep, there are enemies... enemy attacks... enemy attacks..."

After confirming that it was the enemy, Mu Tuo jumped up and kicked violently at his sleeping partner next to him.

After waking up his somewhat confused partner, Mu Tuo quickly picked up the horn placed beside him, puffed up his cheeks and blew it.

"woo woo woo woo…"

The desolate horn sounded in the dark night.

The originally quiet Oara camp was instantly alarmed by the sound of the horn.

The man's cursing, the woman's exclamation, and the child's cry all rang out at once.

Zhu Zhangui, who led the soldiers straight to the Oirat camp, smiled coldly when he heard the horn sounded by the other party.

Only found out now, too late.

Pulling out the sword with a bang, Zhu Zhangui pointed at the chaotic Vala camp and roared.

"With the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, Daming will never be invincible! Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The soldiers roared in unison, waving their weapons like a torrent, and under the leadership of Zhu Zhangui, they rushed into the camp of the Wala people.

Perhaps because of the rear and the lack of wood on the grassland, the Oirat camp did not set up a wooden wall, but simply surrounded it with a small fence.

This small fence, which is less than a person's height, is nothing to a tall war horse.

Zhu Zhangui took the lead, jumped on the BMW under his crotch, and entered the camp of the Wala people.

As soon as he entered the Oala camp, Zhu Zhangui saw an old guy holding a horn and blowing his cheeks vigorously.

"puff!"

No mercy, no mercy.

The precious sword in Zhu Zhangui's hand flashed coldly, and the old guy was decapitated.

Mutuo's head flew up, his eyes widened.

The last thought in his mind was still praying to Changshengtian to let his son live.

(End of this chapter)