King Luhuang of the Ming Dynasty: My father, Ming Taizu

The dusk was low and there were a few bleak clouds hanging in the sky, as if they had been burned by fire.

At this time, Toghon Temur's troops camped on a high ground, covering the people under their command and moving eastward, but the speed was...

"Sweat!"

In the big tent, Toghon Temur was looking worried. Altan came quickly and whispered to him when he approached.

"Scouts reported that Haohaidayu's troops headed west, and they should be joining Yesudi'er's troops."

"Yesudier's troops have also begun to move, and they should be heading towards us."

Hearing this, Toghon Temur frowned and asked, "How long will it take?"

"The scouts came to report that they had already set out last night. I'm afraid they won't be here for long."

"Tell all the men to prepare for a fight to the death!"

Toghon Temur gritted his teeth and said, "The Ming reinforcements are coming soon. We must not be defeated before that."

When Altan heard this, his expression changed slightly and he took the order and left.

It was impossible to retreat at this time. If we were caught up by the enemy on the march, we would suffer a great defeat.

Only by resisting head-on can there be a glimmer of hope.

However, the army is now consuming a huge amount of firearms and bullets, and it is still unknown whether it can withstand the attack of Yesudi'er's army.

In the distance, the grassland.

Countless war horses galloped forward, and the warriors on horseback waved their sabers and galloped freely.

Haohaidayu led all his capable generals to follow the army, with hatred in his heart overwhelming.

In this battle, Yesüder sent out all his forces. As long as he could wipe out Toghon Temur, he would be the only king on the grassland. He would be able to integrate the entire grassland and restore its former glory!
This is Hao Haidayu's last chance. He no longer hopes to achieve anything. The only thing on his mind is revenge.

Toghon Temur had news from his scouts, and so did Yesüder.

The fast horses had already discovered the location of Toghon Temur's troops and were just waiting for the army to gather in one place. With just a few waves of charge, they would be able to annihilate all the enemy forces.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the boundless grassland, Yesudier's vanguard had already seen the enemy's camp from afar.

They did not rush to attack, but chose an open high ground, dismounted to eat and drink, and quickly rested, waiting for the army behind them to gather.

the other side.

Toghon Temur stood on a high ground, holding a telescope in his hand, looking at the dense enemy troops in the distance with a frown.

"Khan, everything is ready."

Altan stood beside Toghon Temur and said softly, "All firearms should be concentrated in the front, and your cavalry should be deployed on both sides."

"If they dare to attack the center directly, they will be outflanked. If they..."

"Yesudier wouldn't think so much."

Toghon Temur put down the telescope and took a look at his own camp.

On the high ground behind him, hundreds of cannons were densely erected, teams of musketeers had already formed their battle formations, and many soldiers were adjusting their firearms.

These were Toghon Temur's remaining assets.

The firearms that Prince Lu Zhu Tan gave him were actually not many. After two battles last night, most of them had been used up. The remaining ones were barely enough for defense.

"He will definitely rush over here first."

Upon hearing this, Altan also glanced at the camp but said nothing.

As of now, the enemy outnumbers us, so the only option is to fight to the death.

Just as he was thinking about it, bursts of thunder suddenly came. Toghon Temur immediately took out his telescope and looked at the hillside in the distance.

Yesüder's army arrived, with hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen, truly covering the sky and the sun.

They gathered on a distant hillside, and like the previous vanguard, they did not attack, but dismounted to rest and replenish their strength.

"Pass the order and have all the cavalry assemble. The first battle will be a decisive one!"

"Sweat!"

Hearing what Toghon Temur said, Altan was a little surprised and said subconsciously: "In this case, the loss..."

Toghon Temur gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "There is no way out now, pass the order!"

"Yes."

Altan said nothing more and turned away.

Tens of thousands of cavalrymen quickly gathered at the foot of the high ground. The horses under the men's crotches snorted, as if they had sensed the danger.

On the opposite side, Hao Haidayu seemed unable to wait any longer.

He paced back and forth on the hillside, his eyes always fixed on the camp of Toghon Temur opposite, his teeth chattering.

At this time, a cavalryman came riding a horse, and when he got close, he spoke in a deep voice to Haohai Dayu.

"Send the order from the Khan. All members of Haohai Dayu's army are ready to charge ahead and attack the enemy's central camp."

After saying this, without waiting for Haohaidayu to speak, the cavalryman pulled the reins and rode away.

Haohaidayu stopped pacing. He jumped on his horse and shouted in a deep voice to the generals behind him.

"Pass the order, everyone get ready! Charge with the army!"

It's not that he didn't know what he was about to face, but he had no choice.

If he wants revenge, he can only move forward courageously, regardless of life and death.

The sound of a buzzing horn soon came. Hao Haidayu reached out and patted the neck of the warhorse under his crotch, then slowly drew out the scimitar from his waist.

hum!hum!
The sound of trumpets suddenly became urgent, and a large number of cavalrymen swarmed down the hillside. Countless cavalrymen waved their sabers, cheered excitedly, and urged their horses to rush forward madly.

"All men, follow me, charge!"

Upon seeing this, Haohaidayu's eyes narrowed, and he swung his sword forward fiercely, then urged his horse to speed up.

"rush!"

"rush!"

The general behind him immediately rode his horse to catch up, his scimitar sparkling in the sun.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, accompanied by sobbing howls, like the death knell before the temple of death.

Toghon Temur looked at the enemy troops rushing towards him from a distance, gritted his teeth, but never ordered a charge.

He was waiting, waiting until the enemy was halfway there, and then he would order a charge to reduce the enemy's physical strength as much as possible.

rumble!

The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was getting closer and closer. The enemy rushed down the hillside, accelerating with their momentum. In the blink of an eye, they stepped onto the plain, roaring forward like a strong wind.

"Attack!"

Toghon Temur gave an order and there was a sudden explosion behind the camp. After a puff of smoke, his cavalrymen at the hillside urged their horses and rushed forward howling.

Soon, the two armies clashed.

The galloping horses collided with each other, and the horses and riders fell to the ground in an instant. In just one encounter, hundreds of cavalrymen died on the spot.

In a blink of an eye, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses were gathered together, and the subsequent cavalry continued to charge forward.

Some cavalrymen had their necks slashed by the enemy, their heads flying high and blood gushing out. Some horses were hit by scimitars, their backs and the thighs of the cavalrymen on their backs were cut off, and blood splattered everywhere.

The shouts and screams were endless, and the roars reached the sky.

Toghon Temur was looking through the telescope the whole time, gritting his teeth and with a serious expression.

The men under his command were bleeding, and his heart was bleeding too.

The roars and howls of his men constantly irritated Toghon Temur, but he never gave the next order.

On the plain, a gap was torn in the cavalry formation. A small number of enemy cavalry rushed to the firearms formation and were about to charge towards the center of the army, but they were shot into sieves by continuous musket fire.

More enemy troops were fighting with our own troops, and their horses had already stopped and lost the ability to charge.

In just half an hour, the plain in the distance was stained with blood. The corpses of soldiers, the wreckage of war horses, scimitars stuck in the ground, and heart-wrenching wails could be seen everywhere.

The battle situation was extremely tense. The enemy cavalry was coming in overwhelming numbers, like a large dark cloud blown by a strong wind. Toghon Temur shouted orders at this moment.

"Firearm Battalion Attack!"

His voice was a little distorted. The entire enemy army was pressing forward. Whether he could win the battle depended on what was happening below.

On the battlefield, Haohaidayu's eyes were already bloodshot.

He was riding on a warhorse, his body soaked in blood and his face covered in bloodstains, but he didn't know whether they were his own or the enemy's.

At this moment, he swung his saber, chopped down an enemy in front of him, and then roared loudly.

"Don't fight with them, move forward! Move forward quickly!"

The battlefield was already in great chaos, but the soldiers beside Hao Haidayu still heard his orders.

A large number of cavalrymen gave up besieging the enemy and rode forward, attacking Toghon Temur's central army.

The cavalry behind is about to charge forward. If you stay where you are, you will surely become a dead soul under the horses' hooves.

Hao Haidayu flapped his wings frantically. The horse neighed, spread its four hooves, jumped over the corpses on the ground, and rushed forward quickly.

Hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen came towards them in a mighty force, and the vanguard cavalry soon entered the range of the artillery.

"fire!"

Suddenly, the cannons roared, the sound shook the sky, and the flames gushed out.

The artillery shells flew in, easily tearing into pieces the bodies of a large number of enemies and knocking their horses to the ground.

But the number of enemies was too large. Even if all the artillery fired at the same time, it was impossible to stop the speed of the enemy's advance.

"Cavalry charge! Cavalry charge!"

Toghon Temur roared loudly, the time for the decisive battle had come.

Countless cavalrymen swarmed in and intertwined with each other. Blood and flesh flew everywhere on the battlefield. This small plain turned into a meat grinder in the blink of an eye.

All the muskets in the Musket Battalion fired at the same time, continuously taking the lives of the enemy, but the subsequent cavalry still poured in quickly and soon rushed to the front of the camp.

The warhorse jumped over the obstacle, and the knight on the horse swung his saber and slashed the musketeer hard.

In an instant, blood gushed out, and the musketeer fell to the ground without even making a sound, dead.

The musket battalion had no ability to resist the cavalry that was rushing towards them, and began to fall down in large numbers.

In the camp, there were also musketeers who quickly reloaded their ammunition and killed the enemy.

The entire battlefield was in chaos.

Toghon Temur's central army had been broken into by the enemy, and behind him, the mutual fight between the cavalry of both sides was still continuing.

"kill!"

At this time, Toghon Temur had also joined the battle. He swung his saber wildly and killed the enemy desperately.

The central army's firearms battalion has been breached, and the enemy and our cavalry are still fighting. As long as we can hold the last line of defense, we will win this battle!

The blood was overwhelming and the shouts of killing were like thunder. Toghon Temur was almost blood-thirsty. Seeing that the enemy's attack had stagnated, Altan's terrified shouts entered his ears.

"The big banner! It's Yesudiel's big banner!"

Toghon Temur looked up when he heard this, and saw that a large group of cavalry had appeared on the distant ridge and were charging down madly.

The leading cavalryman wore golden armor, with a large, shining banner fluttering in the wind, like a soul-calling banner from the underworld.

"How can this be!"

"Great Khan, order the troops to withdraw! Order the troops to withdraw!"

Altan swung his scimitar and chopped down a cavalryman who rushed over. His face was covered in blood and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his voice was urgent: "I will protect the Khan and fight our way out!"

"We can't retreat, we can't!"

Toghon Temur gritted his teeth and roared at the top of his lungs, "Fight to the death!"

He knew in his heart that if he retreated now, his army would be utterly defeated, and his glory as the king of the grassland would be gone forever, and he would never be able to raise his head again.

But the enemy suddenly found a team of elite cavalry from nowhere, and the battle was already lost.

Just when the newly appeared cavalry in the distance rushed towards the plain like a swarm of fish crossing the river and ended the battle, when Toghon Temur thought the game was over, something strange happened.

Suddenly, there was a thunder that tore through the sky in the distance. The cavalrymen who were rushing down fell down as quickly as wheat blown down by the wind, and blood spurted into the sky.

Before Toghon Temur could figure out what was going on, a large group of monks in red robes and holding firearms suddenly appeared on the hillsides on both sides in the distance.

Those monks were walking on foot, but their speed was surprisingly fast. The firearms in their hands kept spitting out flames, quickly reaping the lives of the enemies.

"This...this is..."

Altan was stunned, and Toghon Temur was also stunned. They watched as the red-robed monks in the distance pounced on the enemy like red waves in the sky, tearing apart the bodies of countless enemy soldiers and finally cutting off the enemy's banner.

"Counterattack! Reinforcements have arrived, counterattack!"

Toghon Temur reacted quickly. He gave orders at the top of his lungs and waved his weapon wildly.

Reinforcements have arrived, Ming Dynasty reinforcements have arrived!

This order was like a shot of adrenaline, piercing the bodies of all the soldiers under his command and activating their last bit of fighting spirit.

The fighting was still going on. Hao Haidayu, who was immersed in the crowd, was struggling to hold on, but the number of his followers around him was getting fewer and fewer.

"Kill, kill!"

He was still roaring, the blade of the scimitar in his hand was already bent, his voice was already hoarse, the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, and the speed with which he swung the weapon was getting slower and slower.

In front of them, two musketeers were quickly reloading their ammunition; they had already discovered Hao Haidayu.

Hao Haidayu opened his eyes wide, mustered his last bit of strength, stepped forward, and stabbed one of them to death with a knife.

But later.

Bang!
There was a dull sound that tore through the sky, and Haohai Dayu's eyes went dark as if he had been hit by a wild bull, and his body took several steps back.

His vision began to blur. Haohaidayu raised his head with great effort and saw Toghon Temur waving a scimitar not far away. His hands were trembling, but he was unable to move forward.

His thoughts always stayed on the face of his enemy.

In the distance, the red-robed monks seemed like gods descending from heaven. After devouring the enemy's reinforcements, they charged towards the front battlefield.

Divine troops descended from the sky, and the balance of victory quickly tilted.

The battle is over, Toghon Temur wins! (End of this chapter)