At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 32 Blood and Sand
The north wind howled, rolling the yellow sand and blowing it against the ancient city wall of Badaling.

As the wind and sand became more and more violent, it covered up the morning light, and the sand and dust whistled in the ear, and the eyes of the fascinated people couldn't be opened.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, several waves of wolf smoke rose into the sky, countless black dots were flying like lightning, the earth trembled, rumbling like a thunderbolt in spring, and even the silent city wall trembled.

Also first did not leave time for the Ming army to prepare, and directly launched a general offensive.

After the army was flooded, more than 12 people were lost. Adding the number lost by Boyan and Ala before, only [-] remained in the [-] army.

The only consolation is that this time the Ming army retreated in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to take away the cannons.

The twelve general cannons are simply invaluable treasures for Wala, who lacks firearms.

Looking at these swarthy guys, I suddenly felt that losing 3 people was acceptable.

It's just that the Ming army was able to get out of the predicament of the civil fort step by step, and stabbed himself with a backhand before leaving.

10,000+ troops go out to fight, and I just go back in such a disheartened way, do I not want to lose face?
So it was immediately decided to gather all the troops to attack Juyongguan while the Ming army was exhausted, but unexpectedly, the opponent directly put their troops on Badaling.

This is even better, because in front of Badaling is a flat plain, and large forces can be deployed, which is more beneficial to the attacker.

This time, the two sides omitted the intrigue between you and me, and it was a pure competition of hard power.

Countless Oirat cavalry came galloping with yellow sand, thousands of horses galloped, and the earth shook.

The faces of these people are full of desire for fighting, and their eyes are full of excitement and greed. Countless sharp scimitars are held high in their thick arms, shining faintly under the sunlight.

Here they come!

Dust and war horses are mixed in the sky and the earth, and there is an incomparable shock in the desolation. No matter how great you are, you will become incomparably small in front of this incomparable momentum.

On the city wall, Zhu Qizhen's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of solemnity.

"Soldiers, get ready!"

Tens of thousands of Ming troops were already ready. Seeing the emperor staying at the front to command the battle, they looked nervous but extremely confident.

Although everyone knows that this is a tough battle, no one is afraid.

Once in the Tumu Fort, the Emperor of Ming personally led the army to win consecutive battles, and now the Ming army is already a battle-tested veteran.

The battlefield can turn cowards into warriors!

Eight hundred steps, six hundred steps, five hundred steps...

The more than ten thousand iron cavalry of the Oirats were advancing at an extremely fast speed. Gradually, the vibration became louder and louder, and the dust and sand turned the ten miles in front of them into an impenetrable mist. Faintly, the manes and hooves of the war horses The felt hats on the heads are clearly visible.

Everyone's hearts were tense, they stared into the distance, and the handles of their knives were about to be crushed.

Dust brushed over his face and poured into the corner of his mouth, with a bitter taste.

Zhu Qizhen spat on the ground and drew out the sword from his waist.

"Fire!"

Boom!

Boom!

The artillery on the city wall began to roar, spitting out its angry tongue in the distance.

With the sound of howling wind, the cannonball drew a beautiful arc, and it was falling on the Oala cavalry formation, and blood and yellow sand flew together for a while.

The bloody light seemed to arouse the fierceness of the Wala people, and the footsteps of the large troops never stopped. They stepped on the corpses of their horses and companions, and shouted slogans that the Ming army could not understand, like rolling black clouds, covering the sky. day.

On the city wall, the artillery kept roaring, and the barrels were hot. However, in front of tens of thousands of troops, this firepower was just a drop in the bucket. The Oirats left hundreds of corpses and continued to rush forward.

"Archer!"

With a wave of the sword in Zhu Qizhen's hand, the archers on the city wall drew up their longbows, and the arrows were shot out like locusts.

The Oirats who rushed to the front fell off their horses at the sound, but the comrades behind them turned a blind eye. They quickly passed through the injured comrades, and arrived at the city in the blink of an eye.

Under the cover of bows and arrows, the Oirats began to attack the city. They were divided into several commandos, some attacked the city gate from the front, some set up ladders from the outside, and some began to climb mountains and mountains, trying to find weak points of defense.

However, there were no loopholes to be found in the defense of the Ming army, and the two sides fought hard together.

"Fire Gun Camp, the wall on the south side has collapsed, and 50 people will go there immediately!"

"Send more people to the city gate!"

"There is a small army coming over the mountain in the northern valley, hurry to support!"

"Damn it, there are people up there again, Fan Zhong, follow me to kill the enemy!"

Zhu Qizhen was halfway through commanding, and rushed forward with his sword in hand.

Fan Zhong hurriedly followed and started fighting with the Wala people who climbed up the city wall.

The Oirats are not only excellent in riding skills, but also superb in swordsmanship, and they eat beef and mutton all year round. They are strong and never have extra tricks.

However, all the soldiers were greatly encouraged when they saw that Zhu Qizhen personally went into battle to kill the enemy. Countless shouts soared into the sky, and then dozens of Wala corpses were thrown down.

The battle has reached a fever pitch, the Oirats have suffered heavy losses, and the Ming army is also constantly reducing its personnel. The blood gurgling on the city walls has stained the dust of the desert red.

There are sword lights everywhere, bloodstains everywhere, and the small Badaling has instantly evolved into a coordinate that will always be remembered in the history of Daming and Wala.

"what!"

A shocking howl sounded, and a Ming soldier was so red-eyed that he threw off his thigh that had been cut off by the Oirats, jumped up on one leg, pressed the enemy under him fiercely, and opened his mouth towards the opponent Bite off the neck.

The Nawara roared violently, pierced his chest with a scimitar, picked up the tip of the knife, and actually dug out his intestines, and the blood spilled all over the ground.

This scene happened to be seen by Zhu Qizhen, and he rushed over like crazy, piercing the Wala man's chest with his sword.

"I'll take care of your ancestors!"

Zhu Qizhen roared furiously, his eye sockets were cracked, and the long sword in his hand kept stabbing down.

Seeing his crazy appearance, she was startled immediately, and rushed to protect him.

"Your Majesty, he is dead..."

Zhu Qizhen didn't listen at all, but kept swinging his sword, stabbing out one after another.

"emperor!"

Fan Zhong hugged Zhu Qizhen who was mad, and shouted in his ear: "He is dead, dead!"

Only then did Zhu Qizhen come to his senses, he threw away the long sword in his hand, and squatted down in front of the Ming soldier.

This person was covered in blood, and it seemed that he was dying. Zhu Qizhen wanted to help him stop the bleeding, but he didn't know where to start.

"You...how is it?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Although this man was on the verge of death, his face was full of smiles. He was just an ordinary pawn. In his life, he had never thought, nor did he dare to think, that the Emperor of Ming was kneeling in front of him like this, caring so much about his own life and death.

"What else do you wish for, tell me!"

At this moment, he didn't use my title.

"Small... small... I have no regrets in this life!"

After finishing speaking, the man tilted his head and lost his breath.

Zhu Qizhen picked up the dragon-patterned sword on the ground, and the flames of anger ignited again in his eyes.

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)