Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

"Your Majesty, what you said makes sense. I am willing to lead the army to defend Tiandu City to the death and live and die with Your Majesty!" All the ministers responded in unison and vowed to face the national crisis together with Chu Ze.

In this way, Chu Ze quickly mobilized troops and assembled 50,000 elite troops to march to the border.

He placed all his hopes on this iron-blooded army and vowed to defend the territory of the Ming Dynasty to the death.

Not long after, Chu Ze's army arrived at Tiandu City.

This majestic city standing on the border of the Ming Dynasty was now on the verge of a war. Flags were fluttering on the top of the city walls, the defenders were on high alert, and the atmosphere was grim.

In the distance, in the yellow sand, the shadows of the Western Xia and Mongolian coalition forces can be vaguely seen, their flags are like dark clouds, pressing down and covering the sky.

Chu Ze stood on the city wall, staring with a stern look at the enemy troops in the distance who were ready to move.

"Although the enemy is numerous, our Ming Dynasty iron army will never be afraid!" He raised his arms and shouted, his voice like thunder, resounding in every corner of Tiandu City.

When the soldiers in the city heard the news, their morale suddenly rose, and they shouted: "We will defend Tiandu to the death! We will never retreat!"

Chu Ze looked around, his heart ablaze with determination.

He knew that this battle would determine the survival of the Ming Dynasty. No matter what, he would not let Tiandu City fall, and would never let the barbarians set foot into the Central Plains.

As night fell, smoke rose from the enemy camp outside Tiandu City and the sound of war drums could be heard.

Chu Ze's mood became even more determined. He ordered the soldiers in the city to make all preparations, personally inspected the city defenses, and comforted the soldiers, in order to hold the last line of defense in the upcoming bloody battle.

Finally, the war drums beat, the enemy troops began to gather, their battle flags fluttered in the wind, and dense cavalry approached Tiandu City like a tide.

"Kill!" With this order, the Mongolian and Western Xia coalition forces rushed towards the city wall like a flood. The sound of iron hooves shook the whole area, and the murderous aura soared into the sky.

Chu Ze stood on the top of the city wall, unsheathed his sword, and ordered in a cold voice: "Shoot!"

On the top of the city wall, countless archers shot arrows at the enemy like rain and the arrows were like locusts. The enemy suffered heavy casualties immediately.

But the barbarian cavalry were well-trained and continued to charge without fear. They had only one goal - to capture Tiandu City!

The war was about to break out. Outside Tiandu City, the shouts of killing were deafening. The two armies fought each other in a mess. The blood dyed the city walls red. Broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and the war horses neighed.

Chu Ze led the troops and commanded the battle personally.

His swordsmanship was extremely swift, and every swing of his sword could take the enemy's life.

He galloped across the battlefield like a god, invincible in the battle formation.

However, the enemy's offensive became increasingly fierce, and a steady stream of reinforcements joined the battle, putting Tiandu City in danger.

"We can't go on like this!" Chu Ze said to himself.

He turned to Chen Hong and Li Changfeng and said, "We must find a way to defeat the enemy, otherwise the city will be lost!"

Chen Hong's eyes were like torches, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, if we can cut off the enemy's food supply, perhaps we can put them in trouble!"

Li Changfeng nodded: "That's right! The barbarians rely on their cavalry advantage, and long-term combat will inevitably require logistical supplies.

If we can send out elite troops to attack their food supply teams, we will surely be able to destroy their fighting power!"

When Chu Ze heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

"Okay! Let's act according to this plan!" He made a decisive decision and ordered his deputy general Lu Bing to lead an elite team to attack the enemy's food and forage camp at night.

In the dead of night, Lu Bing led a team of men and set out quietly, taking advantage of the cover of darkness to attack the enemy's food and forage camp behind the rear.

The journey was extremely dangerous, but Lu Bing did not back down. He understood that only by successfully cutting off the enemy's food supply could the defenders of Tiandu City win a glimmer of hope.

Meanwhile, the battle for Tiandu City was still going on fiercely. Chu Ze led the soldiers on the city wall to resist to the death, and the two sides fought back and forth, killing each other in a dark and chaotic manner.

Amid the flames of war, Chu Ze's figure remained standing on the city wall. The long sword in his hand cut through the sky, and every strike took the life of the enemy.

Inspired by him, the soldiers in the city were full of fighting spirit and vowed to defend their homeland to the death.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of fire rising into the sky in the distance.

Chu Ze was shocked, knowing that Lu Bing had succeeded! The enemy's food and grass camp was burned down, and the morale of the barbarian army collapsed instantly.

Sure enough, there was unrest in the enemy camp, the soldiers fled in all directions, and the momentum of the siege suddenly weakened.

Chu Ze seized this moment and made a prompt decision. He waved his sword and shouted, "All troops, attack and counterattack the enemy!"

The Ming Dynasty's iron-blooded army quickly launched a counterattack. With morale high, the soldiers rushed towards the already shaken enemy lines like tigers emerging from the mountains.

Chu Ze led the way, sword in hand, and wherever the sword pointed, the enemy troops all retreated.

His figure was as mighty as a god of war. Every swing of his sword took the life of the enemy. Blood splattered on his battle robe, staining his armor red.

"Kill!" Chu Ze shouted loudly, his voice shook the heaven and earth, and the defenders on the city wall also responded in unison.

The Ming soldiers poured out of the city gate like a tide, wielding spears and swords, and rushed into the enemy camp with unstoppable force.

The enemy's morale was already low due to the burning of their food and grass, and when they saw the Ming army's counterattack, they immediately became like a frightened bird and fell into chaos.

The Mongolian cavalry and the Western Xia infantry had originally fought together, but at this moment their formation was in disarray, they were hindering each other, and had lost their initial edge.

Chu Ze's eyes were cold, and he took in every change on the battlefield.

He knew that this was the critical moment to turn the tide of the battle and he could not afford to relax at all.

If we can defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, the northern border of the Ming Dynasty will be stabilized and the country can be preserved.

"Pass on my order, the entire army will advance, and no mercy will be shown!" Chu Ze's order was as firm as iron.

Wulong Village leader Chen Hong and Wuyue Sword Sect leader Li Changfeng each led an elite team and attacked together with Chu Ze.

Chen Hong swung the giant axe in his hand, and enemies fell to the ground wherever he passed, and he chopped them down like flies.

Li Changfeng's swordsmanship was elegant and sharp, the sword light was like a rainbow, and he moved freely among the enemy groups. The enemies were killed by his sword before they could even see his figure clearly.

The heroic performance of these two heroes further boosted the morale of the Ming Dynasty's iron army.

The soldiers were all blood-thirsty and vowed to drive these invaders out of the country completely.

"The enemy has been defeated!" the sentry in the distance shouted loudly.

Chu Ze looked towards the battlefield and saw that the enemy's rear line was beginning to collapse.

The Mongol-Western Xia coalition forces were no longer able to fight as their food supplies were destroyed and their morale plummeted.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, their commander hurriedly ordered a retreat, but the Ming Army did not give them any chance to breathe, and pursued the enemy, forcing them to flee in a panic.

"We must not let them escape back!" Chu Ze said coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that if these barbarians were allowed to escape, they would come back sooner or later, so they had to be wiped out in this battle.

Under Chu Ze's command, the Ming Iron Army pursued the fleeing enemy troops like a tide.

The enemy fled in all directions, trying to find a way to retreat, but they had already lost their formation and could only fight on their own, unable to organize an effective resistance. (End of this chapter)