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

"Stand at attention~"

The resounding slogan spread throughout the entire Baisha defense line and reached the ears of every Ming soldier.

"Whoa!"

Standing on the city wall, on the landing field outside the wall, or standing among the enemy's corpses, every soldier stood neatly, looking straight at the group of people walking slowly.

Slowly stopping, the old man looked around slowly.

His face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, his clothes were torn from the battle, or he was bandaged because of his injuries.

He wanted to keep every soldier deeply in his mind, and he paused slightly to look at every face carefully.

Looking at those young and immature but very resolute faces, the old man seemed to recall him when he followed General Xu Da to the battlefield for the first time.

Decades have passed in a blink of an eye, new people have replaced old people, the old faces have disappeared, and now they are replaced by young faces.

Although the faces of these soldiers were unfamiliar and immature, for some reason, the old man gradually merged the appearance of all the soldiers with the appearance of those old brothers.

After tidying up his military uniform like an ordinary soldier, the old man faced all the soldiers, slowly raised his hand, and solemnly entered into a military salute.

This ceremony was very long, and it came from the old man's heart.

"Take a break!"

Slowly withdrawing his hand, the old man said softly to Zhu Zhangui who was following him.

Zhu Zhangui nodded and raised his hands to salute all the soldiers.

"Everyone has it, take it easy!"

"Whoa!"

All the soldiers straddled their guns and looked at the commander group without leaving for a moment.

There were many soldiers present, and it was the first time they saw the Supreme Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince so closely. Many of them were very excited and refused to look away for a moment.

"Today is the first day of October in the fourth year of Hongxi, a day that shocked the world, and a day that will be recorded in the annals of Ming Dynasty."

The old man's voice was loud, and his voice reached the ears of every soldier through the loudspeaker in front.

"Because just today, you have accomplished an impossible thing, and with the fastest speed in history, you have won the most difficult and dangerous pass in the world!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The old man's last roar completely detonated the entire battlefield. All the soldiers raised their weapons and roared loudly, venting their excitement. At the same time, they told the dead brothers that their achievements were recognized by the Supreme Emperor and the world. recognized.

"I thank each of you and those brothers who died in battle. It is you who guarded the safety of Daming with your blood and life. It is your tenacious will that defeated one enemy after another peeping at the Central Plains."

"For thousands of years, our Central Plains has been bullied by foreigners. Countless Han men have bloodied the battlefield for defending the country and the people."

"However, the incompetence of those in power and the stupidity of the commander made all their passion come to naught. The iron hoofs of foreign races trampled on our land time and time again, and their scimitars slaughtered our relatives time and time again."

"Our ancestors cried, our ancestors were angry, but those in power let them down time and time again."

"However, just when everyone gave up, I, Ming Dynasty, rose up. My father led your ancestors in bloody battles, expelled the Tartars, and restored my Han family's clothes!"

"More than ten years ago, I took your parents to fight against the grassland generals, and fought thousands of miles. I will threaten our enemies and completely defeat them."

"Today, more than ten years later, you have inherited the will of your ancestors, and let me, the Yanhuang race, once again stand on top of the world!"

"Yanhuang has developed steadily under your protection, and the enemy has retreated steadily under your blows. With bayonets, fists and teeth, you have created a thousand-year peace for our descendants and laid a huge living land for them."

"I am proud of you, your parents are proud of you, and the whole of Ming Dynasty is proud of you!"

The old man's roaring speech made all the soldiers' blood boil, and when the three old men shouted out in pride at the end, all the soldiers roared loudly.

"Da Ming, Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!"

Standing beside the old man, Zhu Zhangui's heart also boiled.

He looked at the old man who was still in good spirits despite his graying hair, and was filled with admiration in his heart.

What is personal charm?
This is called charisma.

The simple and ordinary words of encouragement, uttered from the mouth of the old man, made people seem to have been praised by the whole world.

All the soldiers watched closely when the old man waved his hands and gestures when he spoke.

This is the charm of the emperor, and this is the famous Yongle Emperor.

The cheers gradually subsided, the old man pinched his waist with his hands, looked at all the soldiers, and said loudly:
"Soldiers of Ming Dynasty, comrades of XX, my brothers, tell me, tell me loudly, are you satisfied with this small achievement?"

"Not satisfied, not satisfied!"

Although physically and mentally exhausted, all the soldiers still roared loudly.

"Haha, yes, we are not satisfied, this little achievement just wants to send us away, dreaming of his grandma, our brothers are very greedy."

"Hahaha……"

Laughter resounded throughout the battlefield, and the old man waved his hand, pointing at the defense line inside the Baisha checkpoint.

"Take it down, take down this last stumbling block, let's drink and eat meat with all the brothers tonight!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The morale is boiling and the fighting spirit is high.

With a big wave of the old man's hand, the vanguard army, which had replenished ammunition and soldiers, let out a roar that shook the sky, and rushed towards the last line of defense of the Baisha checkpoint without fear of death.

The old man did not return to the observation post, but came to the city wall, had someone fetch a war drum, threw his hat aside, and personally beat the drum to cheer for the charging soldiers.

"dong dong dong dong..."

"kill…"

The sound of beating drums and shouts of killing pierced the sky. A soldier held a bayonet-mounted rifle and yelled hoarsely. He followed his comrades around him like the last line of defense of the Timurid Empire, launching wave after wave of attacks. Ferocious attack.

On the other side, Jiang Huai, who also received the order, also led the soldiers to attack from the rear.

Under the attack of the two sides, the defense line of the Timur Empire was in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, the eighth checkpoint has been breached, and the Ming army has rushed inside."

"Your Majesty, the rear city gate has been blasted open, and the enemy has rushed in."

"Your Majesty, the enemy's iron birds are coming again, and they are massacring our soldiers frantically."

"Your Majesty, the Artillery Corps has reported that the ammunition depot has been occupied, and they only have five rounds of ammunition left."

Bad news came one after another. Shah Ruh, who was sitting on a chair with his head down, clenched his fists tightly.

He is not reconciled, he is really not reconciled.

He didn't believe that Da Ming was so strong that he broke through the natural barrier that he spent countless manpower and prepared for several years in just one day.

But the reality is such a slap in the face, the last internal defense line has been breached in many places, and the crazy Ming army has already rushed in.

"Your Majesty, retreat, if this continues, our entire army will be wiped out!"

A general finally stood up and said something that no one dared to say.

There was an instant deathly silence, and everyone looked at Shaharu.

"what are you saying!"

Slowly raising his head, Shaharu, whose eyes were already bloodshot, stared at the general who stood up.

Although the general was sweating nervously, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, please retreat. If this continues, we will have no other result except for the complete annihilation of our army."

"One-third of our empire's army exists here. If all of them are buried here, our empire will be completely over."

"It's not that we don't have opportunities. We still have countless cities, and we can still stick to each city."

"The reason why we suffer so much today is because we don't understand the Ming army and their fighting methods."

"Because of this, we lost a lot of people early on."

"Now that we know, the next time we encounter them, we can specifically defend against this aspect, and even make counter-law enforcement."

"This kind of large-scale battle with the Ming army is actually a wrong choice."

"We should take advantage of our empire's powerful, deep and harsh environment, trade space for time, disperse the troops of the Ming army, take advantage of their unfamiliarity with the terrain, sneak attacks, block each other, and consume the strength of the Ming army little by little. Strength, not a head-to-head confrontation with the Ming army here."

While speaking, the officer knelt on one knee, looked at Shaharu and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, war is not a child's play. Every victory or defeat is related to the fate of our entire empire."

"We can fail countless times, but we still have the possibility of rising because we are fighting at home."

"But the Ming army can't. Their weapons require strong logistics. As long as we grasp this point and carry out multi-faceted strikes, and when the Ottoman Empire arrives, victory will belong to us."

The general's words made Shaharu's angry expression gradually relax, and his blood-red eyes also faded.

"What's your name?"

For this young general, Shah Ruh is not very familiar with it, it seems that he only has a little impression.

"The last general, Uchar, is a Tatar. After our tribe was defeated by Ming Dynasty, we came to the empire to join the army. Now we are serving as a logistics officer."

"Uchar!"

Shaharu repeated the name, then looked at the other party and asked seriously: "If I want to hand over the imperial army to you, can you defeat the Ming army?"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and Wuchaer was a little surprised, but then he was overjoyed, knowing that his chance had come.

"No, but I can hold back Daming's footsteps, buy time for the final victory, and kill the Ming army on a large scale during this period."

"Okay, that's enough." Shaharu slapped the table, pointed at Uchar and said, "I now appoint you as the chief officer in charge of the evacuation, responsible for commanding the evacuation, from ordinary soldiers to me, the king, They all follow your orders."

"If you can successfully lead us to retreat this time, I will worship you as the general of the Timur Empire and be in charge of commanding the Anti-Ming."

Wuchaer's heart was pounding with excitement, the opportunity he had been waiting for finally came, and he could finally avenge his grandfather.

The little prince of the Uchar Tatar tribe, the grandson of Alutai.

He has been loved by Alutai since he was a child, and he has been brought by his side for education.

When fighting against Daming back then, Alutai sent his little grandson, who had devoted all his efforts, to a safe place because he was not sure of victory.

I plan to take it back if I win, and if I beat myself, I can keep a root.

It's a pity that he was still defeated in the end. What's more unfortunate is that Ming's attack speed was too fast. Before Wuchaer had time to control the Tatar tribe, the Ming army killed him.

If he hadn't been running fast at that time, he might have become Daming's prisoner by now.

Uchar was an ambitious man. He did not go to the Golden Horde with the large army, because he knew that if he went in his own capacity, he would either be killed or imprisoned for life.

So he chose another way out and took refuge in the Timur Empire. He wanted to use his own ability to find a way out in the Timurid Empire and get a high-ranking position. If he had the opportunity, he would not hesitate. instead.

It's a pity that because he is not from his own clan, although he has good ability and dares to fight, he only served as a small officer, and then he was promoted by a small rank to become a grain transport officer by virtue of his ability to deliver grain and grass on time.

He was not qualified to come to this important place. Later, the front line lost, and his superiors asked him to call up logistics troops to prepare for it. He dared to come and report before he could catch up.

"It's Your Majesty, and the general will do his best to complete the task you assigned."

Shaharu nodded, glanced at all the generals, and said coldly: "You have heard my order."

The generals got up quickly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Shaharu snorted coldly. He was extremely disgusted by these useless guys who occupy high positions. If it weren't for the fact that they were really useless, he would have kicked all these guys into the cesspit long ago.

Uchar, who took over the command, quickly displayed his ability.

The originally chaotic troops began to gradually become orderly. According to the requirements of their superiors, they began to retreat in an orderly manner in the direction of the unknown army.

Naturally, the retreat of the Timur Empire could not be hidden from Daming.

Some generals proposed to pursue him closely, but the old man refused.

In the words of the old man: the rabbit bites people when it is in a hurry, and when we are in a hurry, we will fight to the death, and we will lose the lives of our brothers in vain.

And most importantly, the opposite side has changed generals, and the command style is completely different, that is, because they are not familiar with the army of the Timurid Empire, otherwise the retreat will be smoother.

For this point, Zhang Fu is also very good.

Now that the Ming army has been fighting bloody battles for a day, they are already physically and mentally exhausted. If the enemy is pushed too hastily, it is easy for the enemy to make a dying counterattack. This is extremely not in the interest of Daming.

The purpose of this battle is to take down the Baisha line of defense and kill a large number of vital forces of the Timurid Empire.

Now that the first goal is about to be completed, the second goal can be handed over to the Air Force airship unit to complete. There is no need to force the enemy to death at this time.

With the instruction of the supreme commander and the commander of this battle, the Ming army began to slowly slow down the attack, and even intentionally let the soldiers of the Timurid Empire go.

Uchar also caught this and gave the order to retreat quickly.

When the time reached dusk, the Baisha Defense Line, which had been ringing with gunfire all day, fell completely silent.

A bonfire was raised in the city, and the soldiers of the main army who fought for a day today sat around the fire under the envious eyes of the soldiers of the defense army, eating barbecue, drinking the fine wine rewarded by the emperor, laughing and talking loudly.

In the Battle of the Baisha Defense Line, the Ming army won a complete victory.

In this battle, the Ming army killed 1800 people and wounded 3500 people, which is considered to have lost half of the army.

On the Timurid Empire's side, at least 15 of the 6 troops were killed, and more than 5000 were captured. The rest evacuated one after another, fleeing for their lives under the pursuit of airships and planes.

The side with fewer troops won the battle and occupied the side with 5 more people in the natural barrier.This battle created a new siege method, and brought countless valuable siege experience for the Ming Dynasty to conquer the world.