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

Chapter 156 My dear second uncle, do it earlier next time.

"Huhuhu..."

Heavy panting, from Zhu Zhangui's mouth and nose, the injured hand couldn't help trembling slightly.

He shook his head vigorously to make the blurry scene in front of him clearer.

The half-moon raid.

The two consecutive fights have made Zhu Zhangui and the soldiers who rushed to the attack reach their physical and mental limits.

If they hadn't held on with their last breath, I'm afraid many people would have fallen down and slept hard for days and nights.

At this point in the war, strategy and tactics are secondary.

Now everything is supported by the last perseverance of the soldiers and generals.

Ming army and Wala.

Whoever can't support the two parties is the loser.

"Yu Qian, how many people do we have?"

Looking at the Mahamu flag that was guarded layer by layer, Zhu Zhangui tightened the sharpened knife in his hand, and asked Yu Qian loudly how many people there were.

"Less than 500 people!"

It was not Yu Qian's voice that answered Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui glanced back, and at some point, Yu Qian, who had been closely following him, had disappeared at this time.

I don't know whether they fell on the battlefield or were scattered by the enemy.

Zhu Zhangui stood on the stirrup with his legs slightly strong, looking at the entire battlefield.

On the front line, the Ming army has launched a full-scale attack.

The Oirats' front is retreating steadily, and may collapse at any time.

The Walla camp behind him was still screaming at the sky.

Obviously, the other cavalrymen who were stopped were still fighting hard.

myself here.

The Oirats are shooting arrows and attacking crazily, trying to crush themselves, the bug that entered the Oirats' abdomen, to death.

There are less than 500 sanitation soldiers beside Zhu Zhangui, and they are fighting the enemy with all their strength.

"The left front has been breached!"

Just when Zhu Zhangui was thinking about how to break through the Oirat line of defense with thousands of people in front of him and kill Mahamu.

A surprised roar sounded behind him.

Zhu Zhangui turned his head and looked to the left line, and saw a dragon flag waving in the wind amidst the smoke and fire.

Under that banner, a person he is very familiar with is waving a knife and rushing forward.

Beside that figure.

Zhu Zhangui's second and third uncles were desperately guarding the man as he rushed forward.

Behind the three.

Countless cavalrymen of the Ming army uttered loud shouts and rushed forward with great momentum.

Maybe it was morale chaos.

Or maybe it was shocked by the morale of the Ming army.

The Oirats who were blocking the left line were finally penetrated under the onslaught of that man leading his troops.

The person who broke through the enemy's line came straight to his side.

Zhu Zhangui looked behind him, and there was a yellow silk flag with red characters hanging on it, and he understood that the other party knew that he was here based on this flag.

"Boom...Boom..."

That team was invincible, and no one dared to stop it all the way. It came over mighty and mighty, and repelled the Wala people surrounding Zhu Zhangui.

"Hahaha, good boy!"

As the Oirats were washed away.

A hearty laugh that Zhu Zhangui was very familiar with sounded out.

The old man, with only a little blood on his body, rushed to Zhu Zhangui's side on a fast horse, and punched Zhu Zhangui fiercely in excitement.

"grandfather!"

Looking at the familiar face, Zhu Zhangui showed a happy smile on his blood-stained face.

"Good good!"

The old man applauded excitedly.

Glancing at Zhu Zhangui's soldiers with torn armor and blood, the old man said loudly.

"Soldiers of Ming Dynasty, your achievements will be remembered by everyone in Ming Dynasty, but now is not the time to celebrate."

The old man raised his knife and pointed at Mahamu's banner.

"That old bastard Mahamu is not dead yet, boys, do you have the strength to fight against that one again!"

"kill!"

Although their strength had been overdrawn and there were large and small wounds all over their bodies, the soldiers still raised their weapons full of gaps and roared loudly.

"Well done, I defeated Mahamu. On the day of the celebration, I will not return home until I get drunk at night with you, and you guys will kill me!"

The old man roared wildly, raised his weapon and swung it forward violently.

"Kill!"

Inspired by the emperor's presence on the front line, the soldiers who were physically exhausted seemed to have been reborn.

They were like uncaged wild beasts, shouting like lunatics, desperately rushing to protect Mahamu's last line of defense.

"Kill!"

With the old man by his side, Zhu Zhangui naturally didn't dare to rush to kill him presumptuously.

There is no way, the old man's big banner is too attractive to the target.

The enemy seemed to know that if they killed the old man, they would have a chance to fight back.

Regardless of the rush of other Ming troops, they desperately drew their bows and shot arrows towards the old man.

Fearing that the old man would be injured, Zhu Zhangui, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui desperately brandished their weapons to block the rain of arrows.

"What are you three bastards doing around me? I have fought more battles than you eat. Do I need you to protect me? Get out of here!"

Surrounded by the three, the old man saw that the three didn't even give him a chance to kill the enemy, so he yelled angrily.

When charging just now, Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaosui and some generals of the [-] Battalion surrounded him desperately, for fear that he would encounter any enemies.

The old man who got it has charged so far, and the knife in his hand didn't even cut two people.

"Grandpa, although you can boost morale by taking the lead in the charge, we really dare not relax our vigilance for your safety. If you are injured, it will affect the entire army."

"Why don't you step back a little bit and let the brothers protect me. My second and third uncles and I will go and capture Mahamu back for you."

Zhu Zhangui looked at the old man with a bitter face and tried to persuade him.

The old man didn't know what to think.

Don't you know your identity?
No matter how powerful you are in martial arts, you are the spirit of the whole army.

Once you have something wrong, get injured or something, the last breath of the soldiers in the army will be let out in an instant.

"Yeah, dad, what the elder nephew said is right. My son knows that you are superb in force, but there are too many variables in the battlefield. If you get injured or something, you will not kill the three of us when you go back."

Zhu Gaoxu also repeatedly tried to persuade him.

"Yes, Dad, you should just watch from the sidelines, we will catch Mahamu for you."

Zhu Gaosui, who split an arrow, nodded again and again.

"you!"

Zhu Di was so angry that he stared straight at the three of them and wanted to scold them.

These three bastards really think they are old.

In this small scene, I can still get hurt and fart.

"Grandpa, think about Qi Rui, count the days, before we go back, the child will be born almost."

"As a father, I have killed so many people, and I am full of murderous intent. I am afraid that I will rush to the children when I go back."

"Didn't you always want to hug your great-grandson? If both of us have countless lives on our hands, and each of us is full of murderous aura, if we want to hold a child after we go back, we must read at least one month's scriptures to dissolve the murderous aura on our bodies. Otherwise, this newborn little guy won't be able to bear the aura of us."

Seeing that the old man looked like I insisted on going forward, Zhu Zhangui rolled his eyes and moved out his unborn son.

Sure enough, when Zhu Zhangui said this, the old man seemed to have the same reason when he thought about it.

Of course, he also understands the importance of his identity.

But if he retreated into the protection line like that just now, he would feel a little embarrassed on his face.

Now that there is a step down, the old man didn't hold back any more, and directly borrowed the slope to descend the donkey.

"Okay, you three must catch that bastard Mahamu for me."

"As ordered!"

Seeing that the old man finally agreed, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and clasped their fists together to accept the order.

The old man handed the knife in his hand to Zhu Zhangui, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said: "Little boy, pay attention to safety, the whole family is still waiting for you at home!"

Zhu Zhangui nodded vigorously, and when the old man retreated into the protection of the soldiers, he exchanged a glance with his second and third uncles, and the three of them shouted together and launched a final charge towards Mahamu.

As the left line of the Oala army was breached, the defense of the entire Oara army was completely torn apart.

The momentum of the Oirat army was declining steadily, while the morale of the Ming army was high.

As the gap continued to expand, it finally reached a peak and then collapsed completely.

"Stop fighting, we surrendered, surrendered!"

A middle-level Wala general saw his younger brother being hacked to death with knives, and finally couldn't bear it, and suddenly collapsed.

He threw away the knife in his hand, lay on the ground and wailed loudly, shouting and surrendering.

He yelled.

All of a sudden, the spirits of the soldiers around them also collapsed. One by one, they dropped their weapons and shouted to surrender, or turned around and ran away.

The British Duke Zhang Fu, who commanded the army to attack, saw that the enemy was about to surrender, so he quickly ordered loudly.

"Let my brothers not hurt those Oirats who surrendered, and let them shout that those who surrender will not be killed!"

The messenger quickly conveyed Zhang Fu's order.

The officers who received the order stopped the Ming army who slashed and killed the Wala people who surrendered, and at the same time made people shout that the Wala people were defeated.

"Whoever descends does not kill, and whoever descends does not kill!"

Shouts sounded from all over the battlefield.

After hearing the Ming army's shouts and seeing that some tribesmen really surrendered and were not killed, the Oirat army, who could not bear it anymore.

In a flash of confidence, he dropped the weapon in his hand and lay motionless on the ground, letting the Ming army put the weapon on them.

The momentum of surrender spread quickly among the Oirat army like a plague.

Soon, the momentum of resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally only thousands of Oirat soldiers were left to protect Mahamu.

While Zhang Fu ordered the surrendered soldiers to be gathered, he also ordered the soldiers to surround Mahamu and the others and not allow any one to escape.

As most of the Oirat army surrendered, the battlefield gradually quieted down, and finally only the sound of fighting around the Mahamu banner remained.

"Your Majesty has an order, stop the attack!"

Just when Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Gaoxu Zhu Gaosui launched an attack desperately, trying to take the credit for taking down Mahamu.

The old man gave the order to stop the attack.

Naturally, no one dared to disobey the emperor's order.

The people who launched the attack withdrew to the outside of the line, looking indifferently at the people who were still resisting the Oirats at the end, as well as the generals such as Mahamu who surrounded the center.

The guards around Mahamu did not continue to attack, they all formed a big circle panting heavily, protecting Mahamu and others in the middle.

There was a gap in the surrounding front, and the old man rode out leisurely on a horse.

When he came to Zhu Zhangui, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui, the old man looked at the Oirats who were protecting Mahamu, and said calmly: "I only punished Mahamu, and it has nothing to do with you. Put down your weapon to save your life!"

"Put down your weapon, spare me!"

Zhu Zhangui pointed to the guards protecting Mahamu and shouted loudly.

"Put down your weapon, spare me!"

"Put down your weapon, spare me!"

The soldiers of the Ming army who surrounded Mahamu and others, their shields and armor beating with their weapons, roared loudly in unison.

Such an imposing shout made the guards protecting Mahamu take a step back.

They thought of the other clansmen who surrendered and were not killed just now, hesitated for a moment, and finally one person dropped his weapon.

"clang…"

The man dropped his weapon and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Knowing that there was no hope of returning to heaven, the Oirat army dropped their weapons in despondency, allowing the Ming army to rush up and push them aside.

Mahamu, who was sitting in the center, just looked at the surrendered clansmen calmly, and didn't do anything to stop them.

When all the wara prisoners were crushed away, only Mahamu and his dozens of dead soldiers who swore to follow him were left in the entire encirclement.

The encirclement gradually shrinks.

Under the protection of Zhu Zhangui and others, the old man came to Mahamu and others.

"kill!"

Zhu Zhangui and others knew that these dozens of guards were all dead soldiers, and it was impossible to surrender, so they did not persuade them to surrender.

Zhu Zhangui and dozens of generals rushed up, and after a small scuffle, directly hacked and killed these dozens of people.

Now in the entire encirclement, Mahamu is the only one left.

The old man sat on the horse, condescendingly looking down at Mahamu who sat silently under the banner.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Mahamu raised his head slightly, and squinted his eyes because of the sun rising behind the old man.

"You are the emperor and I am the king. We are almost the same. How about a fight?"

"Hahaha…"

What Mahamu said made everyone laugh.

This old guy still wants to fight at this point.

He actually wanted to use a duel to take down the old man to save his life.

"Mahamu...for the sake of you being the king on the grassland, we will give you the last dignity, you should kill yourself!"

"Your last grandson, we will give him a chance to live."

Zhu Zhangui was afraid that the old man would agree to the other party's terms, so before the old man could speak, he stepped forward to block the old man, and threw the knife in front of Mahamu.

The old man didn't say a word, he understood the other party's thoughts.

Although he is not afraid of a duel, his identity is different.

Still the same sentence, at this point, it is meaningless to win Mahamu, but the risk is very high if you lose.

As an emperor, he is also a general, he is responsible for the people of Ming Dynasty and the soldiers behind him.

Mahamu glanced at the old man, and saw that he didn't speak, but just looked at him calmly, knowing that the duel was impossible.

He glanced at the bright knife covered in blood on the ground.

Mahamu shook his head with a smile, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said.

"If I remember correctly, it was you who raided my camp!"

Zhu Zhangui nodded slightly.

Mahamu smiled, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said meaningfully: "You have made such great contributions at such a young age, and you have a bright future in the future. However, you Han people seem to have some sayings about meritorious officials. Be careful."

After finishing speaking, Mahamu glanced at the old man, growled unwillingly, and wiped his neck with his knife.

"puff!"

The cold knife slashed, and blood overflowed from the wound.

Mahamu fixed his eyes on the old man, and fell down unwillingly.

Looking at the fallen corpses, the battlefield was peaceful.

After a long time, the old man raised his right hand and swung it fiercely.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The old man's shout was like a spark that ignited gunpowder, and the whole scene exploded in an instant.

The soldiers hugged each other fiercely, waving their weapons and shouting.

Many people were even more excited with tears in their eyes, shouting desperately to the sky, venting their inner emotions.

Although many generals will not celebrate victory after the battle, in order to prevent the enemy from attacking.

But today is different.

Mahamu, the biggest force on the grassland, has been defeated, and now no one dares to provoke the Ming army again.

After more than half a year of expedition, the soldiers were suppressed in their hearts.

Now is a good time to vent.

"Hahaha, victory!"

The surrounding generals also hugged each other excitedly.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was also in a very good mood, subconsciously hugged Zhu Zhangui who was beside him, laughing and shouting loudly.

But just as he was happy, he suddenly realized that it was his eldest nephew who was hugging him.

When he thought that his plan had not succeeded, the joy that had just arisen disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu whose expression suddenly changed from happy to depressed, Zhu Zhangui hugged him with a smile and whispered in his ear.

"I'm sorry, Second Uncle, I've let you down again. Try to advance as early as possible next time, so that I don't have any ideas about leaving the camp, and you don't have a chance to do it."

Zhu Gaoxu's expression froze instantly.

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