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

Chapter 37 Massacre
Since entering the grassland, the weather has gradually turned cold. At the beginning, you can still see towering Chinese pines and spruces standing in forests. The further you go north, the more trees wither.

A few days later, the army had arrived in the hinterland of the desert, where the wind was blowing and the grass was low, and there was a sea of ​​clouds for thousands of miles, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.

As the saying goes, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields, and the three thousand troops walking on such a vast grassland are like a flat boat in the vast sea. Everyone sighs that the sky is vast and the people are small.

Under this situation, Zhu Qizhen was not emotional, because he was lost.

There is not even a map in this place, and even if there is, it will be useless, because the surroundings are all grasslands, without any markers, and you can't understand the map even if it is given to you.

When the [-] Battalion came out, they didn’t bring supplies at all. They relied on hunting yellow sheep and hares for food. There were too many people and few meat. raise war.

"Report!"

Facing the setting sun, a probing horse came galloping, and the knight on the horse panted heavily and said, "Five miles ahead, I found a lake, and there is a village of Oara people by the lake!"

The Oirats are nomadic people. The so-called villages are nothing more than temporary gathering places for several families. When the water and grass here are exhausted, the tents will be moved to the next pasture as soon as they are rolled up.

It is precisely because of this that it is difficult to find their traces.

The most effective way is to look for water sources. Where there is water, there may be Oirat activities.

When Zhu Qizhen heard this, he immediately became excited and asked, "How many people are there?"

"Back to the emperor, about five or six hundred people!"

Zhu Qizhen glanced quickly, and roared through Cangye: "Send my will, the whole army speeds up, and finish the battle before sunset!"

As soon as the soldiers heard that there was finally a battle to be fought, their enthusiasm immediately surged, and their tired bodies trembled with great strength, and they galloped forward.

The calm surface of the lake is gently rustling under the breeze, making a sound of rustling, as if it is a chapter of harmonious and peaceful poetry.

There is a tribe living near the lake, and all their young and strong men have joined the southern expedition team, and they may return with a lot of spoils soon.

The southerners are very rich. Iron pots, salt, cotton cloth, these materials that are extremely scarce on the grasslands, they have in the homes of ordinary people.

Although occasionally smugglers would bring some supplies to the grassland to exchange for horses and furs with them, those were only eligible for the upper classes, and the lower class herdsmen like them could only rely on the warriors in the tribe to go out and plunder.

Sometimes, the soldiers would bring back some slaves. All in all, if they wanted to improve their lives, they would go south to plunder. In their eyes, this was a matter of course.

As the sky gradually darkened, people from the tribe gathered in front of the bonfire in twos and threes, chatting about Yexian Taishi's southern expedition.This time, the tribe not only sent all the soldiers, but also contributed a lot of cattle and sheep. When the army returns to the army, they will definitely be rewarded with a lot of spoils.

At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

An old man raised his head and saw the cavalrymen rushing towards them under the afterglow of the setting sun. He frowned and said, "Didn't you just send supplies over the day before yesterday? Why are you here again?"

Another person said: "I heard that the front-line war has reached a stalemate. It must be that there is not enough food and grass."

"However, more than half of our tribe's cattle and sheep have been requisitioned. Where can we get supplies for them?"

"Aren't there two hundred sheep left?"

"Winter is coming soon, if all of them are sent to the front line, the people of the tribe will starve!"

"Don't worry, when the soldiers and horses on the front line come back after winning the battle, the benefits will be indispensable to us."

"Oh, that's all it can do."

Seeing the cavalry getting closer, the old man who spoke first stood up and ordered: "Tell everyone, drive all the sheep over!"

At this time, someone said with a puzzled expression, "Why do I feel wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"The armor on these people..."

Before the man finished speaking, he only heard a whoosh, and an arrow pierced through his chest.

Immediately afterwards, arrows flew one after another, and these people finally reacted.

"It's the Ming army!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

However, it was too late.

Zhu Qizhen took the lead and shouted vigorously: "Kill!"

The soldiers of the [-] Battalion were like tigers at the foot of the mountain, galloping wildly on their horses, roaring and rushing towards the Oirats, their shining swords shining coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It is the dream of every Ming soldier to burn the flames of war to the grassland.

Before that, only Emperor Yongle had ever done it.

Fanatic flames flickered in everyone's eyes, their faces were flushed, and their expressions of excitement were beyond words. The dust kicked up by the horseshoes covered half of the sky.

These Wala people never expected that in the hinterland of the desert, the Ming army would appear!

The thunderous sound of horseshoes broke the peaceful life of this tribe. In the past, they went south to plunder the people of Ming Dynasty. They never thought that one day they would be massacred by the Ming army.

For a while, the tribe was full of terrified shouts. Obviously, the Oirats, who had never been looted, regarded this Ming army that had penetrated into the grassland as tribal warriors delivering supplies.

However, even when they found that the situation was wrong, they did not flinch. No matter if it was a man, a woman, or even a half-human tall child, they were all trying to stand up and resist.

In the impression of the Wala people, it is absolutely impossible for the Han people to step into the grassland, because they are weak and vulnerable.

A gray-haired Wala man holds a scimitar and rides on a horse. He was a warrior and went south with the army many times. Facing the menacing Ming army, he did not fear, but chose to fight head-on.

Opposite him, a steed straddled over. Immediately afterwards, the sharp blade flashed past like a snow-white long train. Blood splattered everywhere. The old man's body was cut in two, and he fell off the horse with a plop Come.

His deep-set eyes protruded out tremblingly, and the bleak light in his eyes was clearly visible. Obviously, until his death, he never thought that he would be buried under the blade of the Ming army at the gate of his home.

With a fierce look on his face, Ha Ming spat fiercely at the corpse of the old man Wala, swung the big knife in his hand, and the blood on the blade spilled far away, and then went to find the next target.

"Kill!"

The Ming army was already red-eyed, as ferocious as wild wolves on the prairie broke into the flock of sheep and slaughtered wantonly.

The battle was almost a one-sided massacre, and the Oirats finally understood that this Ming army seemed to be quite different from what they had imagined.

Finally, they came to their senses, and the fierce light in their eyes turned into fear.

"Run!"

Frightened, countless Oirats threw away their weapons, ran away with their feet wide open.

However, how could the Ming army let them go!

These panicked Wala people instantly became living targets for the Ming army.

Thinking back to the flesh and blood compatriots who died tragically under the iron hooves of Wala in the past, the fierceness hidden in the Ming army began to explode. They looked cold, and slowly pulled the longbow, watching the spinning arrow shoot away, piercing the enemy's chest, Listening to the sound of their sternum breaking, dripping with blood, it seems that all the anger has been released to the fullest.

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