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

Chapter 33 The Moment of Life and Death

The fighting continued until the third day, and the ancient walls of Badaling were already stained red with blood.

The Oirats' offensives are still fierce, but every time they return without success.

The Ming army was also having a hard time, almost everyone was injured, and was already on the verge of collapse at this time, all supported by the strong willpower in the body.

For three days, Zhu Qizhen never went back to the barracks at all, and slept on the city wall with the soldiers every day.

As night fell, everyone ate some dry food on the city wall, and then leaned on the spot to rest.

Several main generals including Zhang Fu whispered among themselves, and then came to Zhu Qizhen.

"Your Majesty, I suggest that you return to Juyongguan Pass!"

Zhang Fu was not afraid, but worried about Zhu Qizhen in his heart.

You are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and you stand on the city wall and fight against the Oirats face to face every day. If there is any mistake, who can afford it?
Zhu Qizhen thought for a while, and shouted: "Chen Ying!"

"Chen is here!"

Zhu Qizhen asked: "How much gunpowder is there in Shenji Camp?"

Chen Ying replied truthfully: "Back to the emperor, it is almost sold out."

Zhu Qizhen frowned, and shouted: "Where is Luo Tong, is he there?"

"Chen is here!"

"Where's the ammunition supply?"

Luo Tong said helplessly, "Your Majesty, all the ammunition supplies from Juyongguan have been brought in, but... they are consumed too quickly!"

The armaments stored in Juyongguan were limited, and Luo Tong traveled to both ends every day, transporting all the ammunition and supplies to Badaling.

Even so, the gunpowder was seriously insufficient, so that most of the time the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion went forward to fight hand-to-hand with their firecrackers.

Now that things have happened, Zhu Qizhen has to reconsider whether to withdraw to Juyongguan. After all, the Badaling pass is only the first line of defense, and it can be abandoned when necessary.

At this time, Fan Zhong stepped forward: "Your Majesty, Uncle Ping Xiang wants to see you!"

"Chen Qing's family is here?" Zhu Qizhen's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand, "Hurry up, Xuan!"

Not long after, Chen Huai boarded the city wall, saluted and said: "The old minister kowtows to the emperor!"

"The Qing family is free!" Zhu Qizhen asked hastily, "How is the matter going?"

"Fortunately, the old minister has already transported all the first batch of lime powder fired, a total of ten truckloads!"

"it is good!"

Zhu Qizhen couldn't help applauding. With this thing, gunpowder is not so important.

First of all, my son, you are the one who insists on holding on, don't blame me for not talking about martial arts!

This night, Zhu Qizhen had a good night's sleep, but the fly in the ointment was that he was too tired, so he didn't dream of the NO.18 technician.

As the sun rose, the Oirats attacked again.

However, what greeted them this time was the secret weapon of the Ming army.

As the defenders of the city, the Ming army was condescending, and even saved the trebuchet, just throw it down.

Lime powder is mixed in the wind and sand, like white snow all over the sky, but today's snow is not beautiful, but hidden murderous intent.

The Wala people had suffered from lime powder, so they didn't choose to attack by force at the moment, so they retreated directly.

"The Oirats withdrew! We won!"

There were thunderous cheers on the city wall, and everyone shouted excitedly.

Zhu Qizhen looked at the retreating Wala people, and suddenly thought of something, so he called Yuan Bin over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Yuan Bin nodded in agreement, and then went down to make arrangements. Not long after, he heard thousands of people shouting in unison on the city wall:

"Exit the Great Wall, Paul's dead body!"

"Exit the Great Wall, Paul's dead body!"

"Exit the Great Wall, Paul's dead body!"

There were only a few hundred people shouting at the beginning, and as the uniform shouts came out, more and more people joined in. In the end, all the soldiers on the city wall shouted together, and the momentum was like overwhelming.

The retreating Wala people had obviously heard the provocation of the Ming army, but they had no choice but to return to the camp dejectedly one by one.

Seeing the withdrawal of Wala's troops, the morale of the Ming army was greatly boosted, and everyone's exhaustion was swept away.

They cheered and jumped to celebrate this hard-won victory.

The big stone in Zhu Qizhen's heart finally fell to the ground. With an artifact like lime powder, the Wala people would not even think about attacking the city!
Suddenly, Zhang Fu pointed to the front and said loudly: "Your Majesty, they are here again!"

"what?"

Zhu Qizhen looked puzzled, this is not waiting for celebration, why is it here again?
First of all, this is really a bastard who is determined to eat weights, and will not give up until he hits his head and breaks his blood?

"Your Majesty, look, the opponent's formation seems a bit strange!"

Looking from a distance, Zhu Qizhen saw that the formation of the Oirat cavalry had been adjusted this time. There were roughly only a few thousand people, and the speed of movement was extremely slow.

"Strange, how come it seems that the infantry is in front and the cavalry is in the back?"

Zhu Qizhen was very puzzled, what kind of formation is this?
Zhang Fu stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, how do you fight this time?"

Zhu Qizhen thought for a moment, and said: "No matter what tricks he plays, prepare the lime bomb!"

"Yes!"

As the other party slowly approached, someone finally realized that something was wrong.

Zhang Fu said suddenly: "The ones walking in front seem to be Han Chinese!"

Zhu Qizhen also discovered that in front of the Wala cavalry, there was a large group of ragged people who were being driven forward.

"Damn it, he actually caught my people from Daming and used them as cannon fodder!"

Seeing these people, Zhu Qizhen's anger exploded instantly.

Although those people were dressed in rags and had empty eyes, it could be seen that they were all Han people, and they should be Oirats, ordinary people who looted along the way.

Almost all of these people are young and strong men, not to say that the Oirats are kind, on the contrary, seeing these young and strong, it is not difficult to imagine the fate of those old and weak women and children.

"Your Majesty, the Oirats are going to use these people as cannon fodder!"

Zhang Fu's voice became weaker and weaker, because he knew that Zhu Qi was very angry when he was calm.

Through this period of contact, Zhang Fu deeply felt that the high and mighty Emperor of Ming in front of him respected life extremely.

Seeing the people of Ming Dynasty being used as cannon fodder now, he must be in an extremely bad mood at this time.

Chen Ying stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, the enemy army is approaching the city. Do you want to attack with lime bombs?"

"No!" Zhu Qizhen shook his head slowly, and said, "The order is passed on, and no one can do anything without my order!"

Chen Ying's face was tangled, and he continued: "I understand the emperor's mood, but if no measures are taken, the enemy will be able to stop it..."

Zhu Qizhen said suddenly: "Look at those people, they are all my subjects!"

The army of captives was driven forward, and someone suddenly found the Ming army on the city wall and began to run forward, shouting incessantly: "Help me! I am a Han!"

Before he could run far, a feathered arrow flew out from behind and shot him to the ground.

At this time, he hadn't completely died, and crawled forward with the last bit of strength, shouting: "Help me!"

Seeing this scene, the Ming army on the city wall couldn't help but shed tears.

However, they have no intention of killing the enemy, but they have no chance to kill the enemy.

What Zhu Qizhen saw was more than that. In history, after the Ming army defeated the Tumubao, the first army besieged the capital, and tens of millions of people were killed or injured?
History cannot repeat itself, and the people must not allow themselves to be ravaged like this!
This was a severe challenge. As the emperor of Ming Dynasty, he had to make a choice immediately.

"My lord, the other party didn't send the main force, they came to humiliate me!"

Zhang Fu looked intently, nodded and said, "About two to three thousand people, but the opponent's main force is ready to support at any time."

"How long do you estimate it will take for the opponent's main force to come over?"

"It's...it's hard to say, it's only a quarter of an hour at most."

"A quarter of an hour is enough!"

Zhu Qizhen closed his eyes silently, and hissed, "Open the city gate!"

(End of this chapter)