Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Hearing these shouts, and seeing that the little prince had died in battle, the living Tatars had no fighting spirit.

They suffered a big defeat in Yingzhou this time. In order to return to the north smoothly, they deliberately chose an unexpected route from the Xuanfu line back to the Tatar grassland.

The army of the Ming Dynasty is not an idiot, after a day or two, they will definitely come to their senses and send the main force to follow and chase.

Ordinarily, the little prince had already fled to the Yang River, and as long as he crossed the river, he would be able to cross the Great Wall in at most one day.

Seeing that he was about to retreat completely, he didn't want a Ming army to suddenly appear by the river.Moreover, seeing that the fighting power of this Ming army is not inferior to that of the elite Tatars, it must be the essence of Xuanfu Town.Even if they are defeated, there is no guarantee how many enemies are still waiting for him in the north.

You must know that although the Tatars were defeated in the battle of Yingzhou, the Ming army was superior in number, and it could not be compared with these enemies in front of them in terms of combat effectiveness alone.

I have to admit that the Ming army that ambushed me is worthy of admiration, and it is not shameful to surrender to them.

Moreover, the little prince had already died in battle, and Tatar was a loose tribal alliance, and there was no one in command, so it would be meaningless to continue this battle.

With a sound of "dang", a waist knife was thrown on the ground.

Then came a big ax and a shield.

The Tatar kept getting off his horse, gritted his teeth, and knelt on the ground.

There were corpses of men and horses everywhere on the banks of the Yang River. The red blood flowed into the water and was quickly washed away by the current, but the buoyant soldiers who floated over had already turned black and red, sinking and floating in the water.

In this battle, both sides fought hand-to-hand, and the casualties were extremely miserable, and the battle damage was quickly counted.

Two hundred and six Tatars died in battle, and 320 and seven died in the Baideng camp. Almost half of the soldiers on both sides died on the battlefield.As for those who survived, almost everyone was injured.

This has been out of the scope of ancient warfare, before the emergence of modern war machines.In a large battle involving tens of thousands of people, the two sides directly contacted only tens of thousands of troops.Usually, once the number of casualties on one side exceeds 10%, the entire army will collapse.

The death rate is [-]% and they are still fighting. That is already a modern army, and it must be supported by a strong spiritual belief and a ruthless state machine.

In fact, Su Mu also knew the virtues of the ancient army, so his plan from the beginning was to let the Ming army directly rush into the formation of the Tatars, and everyone wrapped up in a ball.As long as soldiers are placed in a situation where they are surrounded by enemies, they will fight hard.

Such a battle is naturally extremely cruel.

Fortunately, the winning side belongs to the Ming Dynasty.

On the banks of the Yang River, corpses and weapons and armor were piled up like a mountain, and thousands of unattended war horses ran around, but no one took care of them.

Not only the Tatars, but even the Ming army lost their strength.

After tying up the captives, almost all the soldiers sat on the bloody ground and panted heavily.

There are also Ming soldiers who are in good spirits looking around among the enemy's corpses, looking for valuables.When encountering an enemy who has not died yet, he will make up for it severely.

In this regard, Su Mu didn't care about it.A foreign war is a national war, a struggle between two nations for the right to live and the space for living. It's either you die or I die, and there is no humanity to speak of.

After cleaning the battlefield and sitting for a long time, the soldiers of the Ming army lifted their spirits.

Suddenly, there was a cry: "Second brother, second child, why are you leaving, why are you leaving!"

"Brother, you died and left me alone, how should I explain to my parents. I promised my parents at the beginning that I will protect you well!"

……

The Tatar captive suddenly sang, his voice low and desolate, and then tears fell down his face.

"Eagle with broken wings, you can no longer fly. Warrior who lost his life, where is your hometown?"

The interpreter whispered next to Su Mu: "Only when a warrior bleeds clean can he be led by the gods and go to the heaven without sorrow."

"What a fighting nation!" Su Mu sighed, "Fortunately, the little prince died, and the Tatars who lost their leader also lost their fighting spirit."

……

A stern voice came: "Gouzi, Gouzi, wake up, wake up!"

It was Xie Ranran who shouted. He knelt down in front of a dead body with tears streaming down his face.

Xie Ranran got an arrow from the little prince in the chest. Fortunately, he was wearing a soft armor and an iron armor on the outside, so he was not injured at all.It's just that the little prince's arrow is too powerful, but he was shot so hard that he was breathless earlier.

The person who died was Yan Gouzi, his old buddy in Shaanxi. As Xie Ziran's confidant, Yan Gouzi was naturally wearing iron armor, and ordinary weapons could not hurt him.

It's a pity that what he encountered this time was a blunt weapon, and he saw that the iron frame was completely deformed by the enemy's blow, and his chest was deeply sunken, and his mouth and nose were full of coagulated black and red blood .

But one mouth was opened wide, as if still spraying the smell of wine.

When Xie Ranran's old men heard the call from the owner, they all surrounded him, their faces were so dark that they were frighteningly dark, but no one spoke.

Su Mu walked over, scooped some water from the river with his helmet, and sprinkled it in front of Yan Gouzi: "Drink it, you will feel comfortable after drinking it."

Others followed suit, using water as wine, and sprinkled it around the dead comrades.

"Heroic spirits are immortal, I'll take you home!" Su Mu shouted with all his strength, tears streaming from his eyes.

……

This battle of Bai Dengying was indeed a victory, but it was a tragic victory.

After cleaning the battlefield, the sky also opened.

"Poor my Bai Dengying, he is completely disabled." Xie Ziran murmured, trembling uncontrollably.

Su Mu also sighed: "Indeed, the Baideng camp is disabled. Isn't there still more than 200 warriors left? With this group of people, the Baideng camp will be immortal. Using it as the backbone in the future, it may not be impossible to rebuild a team." The army that swept across Mobei. Xie Ziran, what are you complaining about, are you still a man?"

Xie Ranran's complexion returned to normal, and he said with shame: "Yes, the student lost his composure just now, and the teacher made a joke of it."

Su Mu was about to say something more when he saw Wang Cheng in front of him giving him winks.

Su Mu knew that he had something to say to him, so he walked over and asked, "What's the matter, is it because Nanni and Mei Niang have something to do?"

Wang Cheng: "It's not about the eldest lady and Mrs. Mei Niang, bachelor, Wang Lian was killed in battle."

"What died in battle?" After a great battle, Su Mu's mind was agitated, and he didn't understand what Wang Cheng was talking about for a moment.

Wang Cheng continued in a low voice: "Scholar, Mrs. Mei Niang's husband, Wang Lian, a thousand households in the former Datong Gudian, died in battle. After he was removed from the position of a thousand households, he was enriched into the Baideng Camp and died in the During the battle just now."

"Ah, dead!" Su Mu took a breath.

Suddenly, Su Mu felt a lightness: a good death, a good death.

Yes, no matter what, he wanted to get Mei Niang.But Wang Lian is Mei Niang's legal husband, with him, no matter what Su Mu does, he will be suspected of being a bully.It would be bad for his reputation if it was spread out.

Now that Wang Lian was killed in battle, the barrier between the two disappeared.

However, this idea can only be thought about in the heart, but it cannot be said.

Otherwise, it would be too unkind.

"Dead..." Su Mu was silent for a long time before saying, "It's a pity."