Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 165 Lord of Shu
Chongzhen 17 years, July [-]th, the sky was clear.

On a flat ground fifty miles away from Chengdu, the two sides formed a battle tacitly.

The sun is shining brightly, and the grass grows and warblers fly.

The bumpy road along the way dragged time and finally came to the decisive battle. Zhu Yixi was always a little nervous.

In the past two months, due to the rugged terrain of the Shu region, the cost of food transportation has increased significantly. In addition, people eat horse chews, and the monthly consumption is almost one million taels.

This is an extremely exaggerated number, and it is a heavy financial burden. An early decisive battle is still somewhat beneficial to Zhu Yixi.

On the side, Sun Changzhou relied on his connection from Chengdu and said, "Your Highness, Sichuan is a province with a spring and autumn tax of more than 5 million stones, and a tea tax and salt tax of more than 100,000 taels. It is a first-class province in the world."

"100,000 taels?"

Zhu Yixi sneered and said, "I think it's more than a million taels."

Just the ancient tea-horse road of Shaanxi merchants, the annual tax of several million taels, and the business tax of 100,000 taels are simply insulting!

No longer thinking about it, his eyes turned to the battlefield.

The Western Army, nearly 200,000, and the Ming Army spread out from north to south, densely packed, like two swarms of ants, densely packed, layer by layer, almost invisible to the side. .

200,000 hits [-], which is a bit exaggerated no matter how you look at it.

At this time, the initiative on the battlefield cannot be controlled by him.

The tactics this time are completely different from before.

Due to the superiority of troops, Zhang Xianzhong chose to encircle all sides, and the main attack could not be seen.

On Zhu Yixi's side, the former army is still a heavy step battalion.

The left wing is Li Jizu's three-sided camp, Zhao Guangyuan's, Hui Dengxiang's Mingyuan and Minghui camps.

On the right wing were Liu Tingjie's Mingjie Battalion, Bai Wang's Mingwang Battalion, and Qin Liangyu's native soldiers.

As for the Chinese army, it is still suppressed by the firearms battalion.

The cavalry wandered on the two wings and were responsible for containment.

This time, Zhu Yixi is not without advantages.

Just like the cavalry, because Li Dingguo was defeated before, so this time, he has the initiative.

However, compared with Zhang Dingguo, the previous Chuangjun, Zhu Yixi didn't want the cavalry to sprint and break through the formation, but to roam the wings and look for opportunities.

The two sides approached slowly, and the momentum was extremely tense.

"fire--"

Due to the large number of people this time, although the heavy infantry is powerful, they are still outnumbered. Therefore, this time Zhu Yixi changed his old routine and directly used artillery to open the way.

Dozens of [-]-jin Fran cannons unleashed great anger.

Iron balls, like red meteors, scattered forward without any rules.

bang bang—

The iron ball was bouncing, and the huge crowd seemed to be made of paper, easily killing their way out.

When dozens of iron balls rushed into the army formation recklessly, they easily took the lives of hundreds of people.

This is a drop in the bucket for the huge Western Army, but the deterrence and fear made many people shudder.

"kill--"

Zhang Xianzhong's yellow face was full of determination. He had seen a lot of artillery from the Ming army, and he said without fear: "If you press close, the artillery is useless as long as you fight close to hand."

Sun Kewang, Liu Wenxiu, and Ai Nengqi also responded one after another.

In an instant, the Western Army was aggressive. Relying on nearly three times its strength, it seemed as if it had opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the Qin Army in one fell swoop.

Countless artillery, firing forward, there are tiger squatting guns, Fran cannons, hundreds of them.

A large number of arrows were thrown into the air, forming parabolas, and fell into the Western Army.

Here, the Western Army did not show any weakness, throwing a large number of arrows.

You come and I come, it's so lively.

However, the huge power of the artillery still delayed the pace of the Western Army. Within a hundred steps of the front army, there were very few Western Army.

Standing on a high place, Zhu Yixi stared straight ahead.

A lot of gunpowder smoke was billowing, dust was everywhere, and it was impossible to see clearly.

In other words, at this time, the war is out of his control, and he can adjust the general aspects. Specifically, he can only trust those under his command.

After thinking about it, he suddenly became confident again.

Whether it is Liu Tingjie, Li Jizu, or Bai Wang, all of them have experienced hundreds of battles, and the soldiers under their command are also trained in the new barracks, much better than the Western Army.

"Tell my sons and daughters, if you win this battle, the merits will start at five points—"

"Woohoo, long live!!"

The most inferior five points, isn't the first achievement eight points?
In other words, if you win this battle, you will have at least sixteen acres of land, plus promotion and fortune, who can stand it?

And Zeng Ying, listening to Qin Jun's commotion, couldn't help but wondered: "What is a merit point? It's not silver. Why are you excited?"

Even so, when he thought of fighting the Western Army and washing away his shame, he couldn't help being affected and became excited.

He is wearing armor, like a giant, fearless.

Looking around, I saw a figure in front of me, layer upon layer, invisible to the side, with spears like a forest, full of momentum.

But he was not afraid, the tiger looked forward, rode on the horse, led his brothers, and went forward to kill.

The scar on his face became more ferocious with the distorted expression. With his huge body and a group of burly men, it can be said that gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

For a moment, it seemed like an enemy of ten thousand people, but no one dared to fight.

Zeng Ying was greatly relieved, and shouted: "This western thief, I know best, he really bullies the weak and fears the hard, hahaha!"

The thousands of surrendered Western soldiers under his command saw him so mighty and ferocious, and their hearts fluttered for a while, and they became more and more powerful when they hacked and killed.

In a daze, these thousands of people pried open the formation of the Western Army and directly counterattacked.

"Pfft——" Suddenly, an arrow shot, and directly killed the soldier beside him with a single blow, piercing his throat.

Blood burst out and splashed onto his armor, bloody.

"You are an ancestor!"

Zeng Ying was furious, and his own soldiers were killed or wounded, which frightened him again, which made him feel very bad.

Looking around, I saw a long-necked, thin-necked, broad-shouldered man glaring at him, holding a longbow in his hand.

"Mother, how dare you sneak attack me!"

He didn't understand at this moment, the kid missed the shot, and the target was aimed at him.

"kill--"

Seeing that it was only a hundred paces away, even though it was protected by soldiers, Zeng Ying was not afraid, brandishing a spear, and directly killed him.

Feng Shuangli just regretted that he missed his shot, and whoever teased that rough man of the Ming army boldly came over to kill him, he simply didn't take him seriously.

"Humph!"

Feng Shuangli's heart sank, he held the spear tightly, and he had never been afraid of it in the past ten years of fighting.

For a moment, the tip of the needle faced the wheat awn, and the two big men saw each other just like that.

The horses kept approaching, and the soldiers along the way gave way wisely, their eyes widened, wanting to know the result.

Zeng Ying was even more excited. He had just joined the Qin army, and it happened to let the King of Hanyang see and see him. Zeng Ying was amazing.

Therefore, Feng Shuangli's ugly face seemed even more pleasing to him.

"Whoosh-"

With a flick of the spear, Feng Shuangli arrived.

"It's so heavy!" Feng Shuangli's heart sank, and he yelled that it was not good.

(End of this chapter)