Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 419 The Broken Throne

Looking at the well-groomed Ming army on the opposite side, Mahamu took a deep breath, gently pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and walked back a little.

"Remember, you are Grandpa's last hope."

Looking at the grandson in front of him, Mahamu looked serious.

"No matter what the outcome of this battle is, Grandpa will die here and return to the embrace of Changshengtian."

"If you lose, you don't need to say much, Grandpa can't survive."

"If he wins, in order to cut off the excuse of the Great Ming's Northern Expedition, Grandpa can only pay for it with death."

"So, grandpa entrusted everything in Wala to you, you must not let grandpa down!"

Looking at the grandson in front of him, Mahamu was filled with reluctance, but there was nothing he could do.

Such is the world of the weak, you can only pray that the enemy will not trouble you, because once they trouble you, your final result will not be very good, no matter how good it is.

In the world of the strong, the anger of the weak is just a joke in their eyes.

Ever since his son failed to assassinate Zhu Zhanhe and died in Daming, Mahamu put all his energy on his grandson Yexian, praying that his grandson would be able to fight against the glory of Meng Yuan and go south to the Great Wall , forcing Nanming to the same fate as the Southern Song Dynasty.

However, that was just his imagination of the future, the reality still had to be faced.

Without waiting for his grandson to speak, Mahamu suddenly raised the whip in his hand, and slapped the horse under his grandson's horse, and then looked at his grandson with great reluctance. The horse took farther and farther.

Seeing his grandson who looked back frequently, his face full of reluctance and reluctance, and the Ming army on the opposite side, Mahamu took a deep breath.

Pull the reins and return to the front of the team.

Slowly drew out the scimitar at the waist, raised it slowly, and faced the sky at a subtle angle.

This is the final signal. Once the scimitar falls, it will be the signal for the cavalry to charge.

This is also his last signal to Zhu Zhanji.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji drew out the saber at his waist, slammed the heart armor on his chest, and spoke loudly.

"I know!"

"For today's decisive battle, many people are dissatisfied, because everyone feels that this Northern Expedition should be a game that my Ming Dynasty must win, but I chose the option that is most likely to fail."

"However, today, I want to tell you."

"Defeating the grassland is just a stopgap measure, and it won't convince them."

"The grievances between the Central Plains and the Grasslands have lasted for a long time. There have been precedents since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and even the Qin and Han Dynasties, but there is no dynasty, and no one can rule them for a long time."

"Today, if we use far superior troops and powerful firearms to force them to submit, it will only temporarily suppress them like the predecessors."

"And what I want is for them to be convinced! Completely obey my Ming rule! There will be no more thoughts of restoration!"

"In this battle, with the same number of people, the same cavalry, and the same tactics, if we can defeat them head-on, the day when we can completely rule the grassland is just around the corner!"

I have to say that although he is not very competent, Zhu Zhanji has experienced the teachings of the two emperors Taizong and Hongxi, and he has learned the emperor's art of the eight classics.

Among other things, he is still very good at controlling people's hearts.

In just a few words, the low morale caused by his previous decision to fight Mahamu became high again, and the eyes of the selected soldiers became extremely firm.

"Finally..." Feeling the renewed morale, Zhu Zhanji took a deep breath.

"In this battle, I will charge with you."

"The crown prince has been established, and the foundation of the country has been established. If I am injured in the battle, or even die here, this is not the most important thing to you."

"Tell me! What is your mission in this battle!?"

"victory!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

There were three roars in a row, but it was only a group of cavalry, but its momentum was no less than that of an army of tens of thousands, which made Mahamu on the opposite side feel cold.

He gambled everything, and from Zhu Zhanji's point of view, he found an impossible possibility, trying to get the last sliver of life for Wala.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt... hopeless.

However, now there is no time for him to regret it. He watched Zhu Zhanji on the opposite side raise his saber and point it at the sky.

Taking a deep breath, blocking the last thing, Mahamu waved his hand violently!
"Come on..."

Suddenly, there was a chaotic shout of killing, and the cavalry on both sides rushed forward quickly, even though they watched the enemy getting closer, they didn't have any intention of slowing down.

Unlike in history, today's Zhu Zhanji may be a wise ruler of the world, but he is definitely not a good general, because almost all of Ming's wars are taken care of by his cousin.

But even so, with the last concern, thinking of his son who is still in the Shuntian Palace, Zhu Zhanji's chest also swelled with indescribable firmness.

呲......

Unlike Mahamu, Zhu Zhanji doesn't have much war experience, and he isn't even good at equestrian skills.

Mahamu was able to ensure that he was always at the forefront when charging, but Zhu Zhanji could not, because he selected all the elites of the [-] battalion.

But even so, he still gained his first victory in this battle.

Feeling the sense of blood rushing towards his face, watching the out-of-control war horse rushing towards his back, and the dead body that had already lost its head suddenly rolled to the ground...

Zhu Zhanji only felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and an indescribable boldness rose from his lower abdomen to his chest, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"what……"

In order to relieve the unspeakable feeling of depression, Zhu Zhanji raised his head and roared, expressing the anger and heroism in his chest.

However, this is war, and it is fighting in battle.

In a short moment, an Oirat cavalry rushed in front of him, with a scimitar in his hand, he took the only weak point under Zhu Zhanji's armor, which was Zhu Zhanji's neck.

If this attack is carried out, Zhu Zhanji will inevitably be decapitated just like his first battle achievement.

However, Fan Zhong reacted quickly, brandishing the spear in his hand. Although he couldn't kill the enemy directly because of his scruples about Zhu Zhanji, he slammed into the enemy's arm, making the arm that was intact a moment ago suddenly appear A weird angle.

The sudden attack also brought Zhu Zhanji back to his senses, he clamped the horse's belly suddenly, gathered the saber in his hand, and wanted to continue charging forward.

However, at this moment, the enemy soldier whose arm was broken by Fan Zhong rolled around on the ground, touched his waist with his left hand, pulled out a weapon similar to a sling, and threw it out suddenly.

Perhaps this is the experience of veterans.

As soon as the sling was released, Fan Zhong's spear had already attacked, piercing through the fragile leather armor on his body in an instant, piercing it through.

However, getting a piece of military exploits did not make Fan Zhong happy. After beheading the enemy, he turned around suddenly and looked at Zhu Zhanji.

"His Majesty!"

Seeing that the sling hit Zhu Zhanji's heart armor accurately, Fan Zhong shouted anxiously, which stunned many Ming soldiers.

however……

"Take his Da Tao!"

Zhu Zhanji didn't seem to feel any pain, but just stared in the left direction.

There, because of Zhu Zhanji's fall, almost all the Wala cavalry who saw this scene were ready to rush over desperately.

Everyone knows that in this kind of battle where the rulers of both sides participate in the battle, whoever can kill the ruler of the other side first is tantamount to winning half of the battle.

However, the Oirat cavalry did not notice that it was precisely because of their eagerness to win that the military flag in the center of the formation not far behind Mahamu was exposed.

Da Tao (dào) is the military flag.

Hearing this, Mahamu ignored Zhu Zhanji who was in front of him, and turned his head suddenly, but what he saw was not what he wanted to see.

In the chaotic formation, a strange smear of red suddenly rushed out, and Wala's Da Tao also slowly fell along the smear of red.

After beheading Wala's Datao, the red color stopped abruptly, and he bent down to fish it out, and he took the still falling Wala Datao in his hand.

Only then did everyone see the true face of that red color.

However, the Ming army was excited and courageous after seeing it, while the Wala army was more than half heartbroken after seeing it.

That man was Li Bin, commander of the [-] Battalion.

"kill!"

Although Zhu Zhanji fell to the ground under the force of the sling, he knelt up at the first moment and shouted to the sky with all his strength.

"kill!"

Zhu Zhanji's roar seemed to turn on the switch of the Ming army, and the morale seemed to break through the sky in an instant. Anyone who saw it knew what an unstoppable trend was.

However, they didn't see that Zhu Zhanji, who was kneeling on the ground, struggled a few times and wanted to stand up, but the pain in his chest made him tremble all over.

Fan Zhong rushed to Zhu Zhanji immediately after beheading the enemy soldier, but what greeted him was not Zhu Zhanji's encouragement or reprimand, but warm blood.

Hastily wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhu Zhanji gave Fan Zhong a stern look.

"Help me on my horse!"

"His Majesty……"

Fan Zhong hesitated to speak, but under Zhu Zhanji's stern gaze, he finally helped Zhu Zhanji get on the horse.

However, on the battlefield, both opportunities and dangers are fleeting.

Da Tao was beheaded and taken away by the Ming army. This was the most serious blow to the morale of the Oirat side. In just a few breaths, the Oirat army was dispersed and defeated.

Zhu Zhanji, who got on the horse with Fan Zhong's support, took a few deep breaths, and then managed to suppress the dull pain in his chest. He was about to ride his horse forward and continue to charge, but he heard a violent sound coming from the front. cheers.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji felt certain.

He knew that he had won this battle.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but relax.

However, as soon as the breath that had been held in his heart dissipated, Zhu Zhanji only felt a huge dizziness hit his mind, making his eyes go black, and he fell off the horse again.

(End of this chapter)