I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 152 The Final Battle Begins!
"You are sure this is the place!"

On the edge of a cliff dozens of miles away in the northern mountains of the Three Gorges Mouth.

Zhu Gaosui observed the surrounding situation and asked the soldiers who had reported back.

The soldier looked around carefully with his eyes wide open, groped on the cliff for a while, and nodded.

"Go back to His Royal Highness Zhao Wang, this is the position, the rope is three feet above! I have left traces here."

Zhu Gaosui looked up at the dark cliff above, gritted his teeth and said to the surrounding soldiers.

"Take a human ladder!"

Soldiers who were not wearing armor and only carried sidearms and ropes quickly began to build a ladder.

After the ladder was built, Zhu Gaosui asked the soldier to climb up and start looking for the rope.

But after searching four or five feet up, he couldn't find the end of the rope.

"Damn, did you remember wrongly? It's already late at night. We can only go back if we can't find it anymore."

Zhu Gaosui, who was a little anxious, saw that the soldier groped for a long time on it, but couldn't find the rope, so he gave a low cry anxiously.

"The people above may have encountered a situation, and it is likely that the rope has been moved to another place, or it may be a little higher."

The soldier gritted his teeth, not wanting to give up on the captain.

"Get on a few more people, build a few more ladders, and look around!"

Zhu Gaosui, who also didn't want to give up the credit for this time, waved his hand to let the remaining soldiers build a few more ladders and go up a little more.

"found it!"

Time passed bit by bit, seeing that the rope hadn't been found in the past half an hour, when Zhu Gaosui was about to order to retreat, a pleasant shout came from beside him.

Hearing the shout, Zhu Gaosui ran over quickly, quickly climbed up the ladder, and grabbed the rope that the soldier was holding.

"it is good!"

Zhu Gaosui gave a low drink happily, and then asked people to get ready quickly.

At the same time, he pulled the rope vigorously, reminding the guards above that someone is coming here.

On the cliff, the captain was lying in the corpse covered in wounds and blood. The captain, who had more air intake and less air output, was almost pulled off the cliff by the pull below.

"You are finally here!"

The captain heaved a sigh of relief, and struggled to get up, ignoring the bloody wound on his body, and slowly climbed down a big rock beside him.

With one last breath, he fastened the rope.

With the last of his strength, the captain pulled the rope below, and then fell limply to the ground without a sound.

Having already connected the bottom of the rope, feeling the pull from above, Zhu Gaosui immediately ordered: "The ones with the rope go up first, and if you meet the Wala people on the top, you will try your best to protect the rope, do you know?"

Several soldiers with a large bundle of ropes on their backs nodded vigorously, tied their weapons behind their backs, lined up one by one, and quickly climbed up.

At this moment, the Wala camp, which sent out several patrol teams but did not receive any reply, directly sent hundreds of people to investigate.

Although there is a gap between the two sides.

But one side is walking steadily on the mountain, while the other side is climbing the cliff.

Whoever arrives first wins.

The soldier who cared about the captain became the leader.

He is also the fastest at the front.

There is a patrol team on the top, the captain might be fighting right now, and even if the rope is cut off accidentally, he and the brothers below will fall directly to the cliff.

Although he was physically and mentally exhausted after a day of running around and the life-threatening rush just now, he was still gritting his teeth and climbing up quickly.

At the same time, he kept muttering, Captain, you must be fine and so on.

Maybe it's because of growing up in the mountains.

He climbed faster than other soldiers, pulling the people behind him a distance of tens of meters.

After half an hour, he was exhausted physically and finally climbed up the cliff.

As soon as I reached the cliff and looked around, there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, all of them belonged to the Wala people.

Seeing this scene, the soldier's heart shook. Although he was worried about the captain's safety, he took off the rope as fast as he could, tied it to a stone pillar, and threw the rope off the cliff.

Zhu Gaosui and others who were waiting below saw a rope thrown down and knew that the top was very safe.

"Quick, the second batch is on!"

Zhu Gaosui, who kept looking up at the sky, heard the sound of the rope falling, and quickly ordered the second group of people to climb up quickly.

"Captain, Captain, how are you..."

After throwing the rope, the soldier quickly ran to the place where the rope was tied, and found the lifeless captain beside him.

Looking at the captain who was covered in wounds all over his body and already covered with blood, the soldier's eyes shed tears of sorrow.

There are 10 of them in this team.

Except for the one who was seriously injured and stayed behind, all the others except him had died in battle.

Thinking of the promise they made to go to the biggest brothel in Peking after the war, the man hugged the captain's body in pain, and wept bitterly.

"Brother, don't cry. We still have unfinished missions. The emperor and His Royal Highness will give their families the highest treatment."

A junior officer who climbed up the second, looked at the surrounding corpses and the crying soldier hugging a Ming army corpse, sighed, stepped forward and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Head...there is fire over there, and enemies are coming!"

Suddenly, a soldier who just came up and was guarding the sentry noticed a string of flames in the distance, and hurriedly whispered a warning in his heart.

The officer and other soldiers who were tying the rope looked into the distance one after another.

According to the number of torches, the officer quickly judged how many enemies there were.

"Damn at least a hundred people!"

"Gouzi, you and this brother are watching the rope here, waiting for His Royal Highness Zhao Wang and other brothers, and the others will follow me, and you will stop these guys if you die!"

The others didn't say much, except for a younger soldier called Gouzi to stay.

The others drew out their weapons one after another and followed quickly.

Soon, the sound of fighting sounded in the distance.

Gouzi and the soldier who reported the message tightly held the knives in their hands, staring at the distance.

They understand that they are the last line of defense.

Once the officer and those soldiers are all killed, they will try their best to block the Oala people and buy time for the brothers behind.

But until another group of people came up from behind, the sound of fighting over there didn't stop.

The soldiers who can be sent over to do flank raids are all fierce men in the various armies.

不说以1打10，借助周围的地形以1打2打3还是没问题的。

The new batch of soldiers who climbed up heard the sound of fighting over there when they were about to come up.

Know it's an emergency.

They didn't care about resting, leaving two people, Gouzi and the soldier who reported the message, and after defending the rope, the rest of them killed them one after another.

More and more people came up, and the fighting sound over there became weaker and weaker, and finally stopped completely.

After a while, a man covered in blood limped back.

The person who came was the first officer who rushed up just now.

"Head, where's the second brother!"

Gouzi, who always remembered his mission to guard the rope, saw his head came back, and hurried up to help him, and at the same time asked about the safety of other comrades-in-arms.

The officer glanced at him and shook his head under his expectant eyes.

Gouzi froze for a moment.

He understood the meaning of the head, and those brothers were all gone.

The officer didn't speak or comfort his subordinates, he limped to the side of the rope and sat down, staring at the dark sky in the distance in a daze.

"how is the situation!"

About half an hour later, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui climbed up.

He didn't care about taking a break, and hurriedly asked the waiting officer.

The officer covered in blood said in a low voice: "I just met a patrol of [-] people, and all of them have been cleaned up. None of them let go, but I guess it won't be long."

"Seeing that no one has returned there, they will definitely send someone over to continue the investigation."

"Old Liu led a small team to explore, but he hasn't replied yet. I don't know if something went wrong or he didn't find the situation."

Zhu Gaosui glanced at the direction of the Wala camp in the distance, gritted his teeth and said to the bloody officer, "I can't care about that much, I'll take people there first, and you bring a few people to stay here to protect the brothers behind. "

After finishing speaking, Zhu Gaosui patted the other party's shoulder, and led the man to the Oara camp quickly with a knife in hand.

Just as the Ming army was preparing for the decisive battle tomorrow.

Outside the Oala camp, a man who was staggering and walking in the dust rushed to the warning area.

"who!"

The Wala sentinel who was in charge of guarding immediately became vigilant, drew his bow and arrow, and yelled at the figure.

"I'm from the big camp, take me to see Da Khan quickly, something happened."

The reason why this person came here only now is because he ran all the way here.

When the camp was attacked in the morning, some people grabbed the horses and rushed out of the camp.

As a result, he was discovered by Ming army cavalry patrolling outside and was shot dead on the spot.

After all, the target of the war horse is too big, and it is very difficult to avoid the eyes of thousands of Ming soldiers.

And the only team that ran out on horseback bumped into the reporting team, and was immediately chilled.

Therefore, most of the Wala people who escaped ran on their legs.

Hearing that it was from the big camp, the guarded soldiers sent two people down to check it out.

But as soon as they approached, the two of them panicked.

There was blood all over this man's body, and there was a knife wound on his back. It was obvious that he had encountered a battle before he came.

"What's going on, what's going on at the camp."

Thinking of his family in the camp, two soldiers helped him up, and asked quickly as he walked out.

The Wala man who reported the letter did not say anything in a panic, but shook his head and asked the two to take him to see Da Khan quickly.

Seeing that the man refused to speak, the two of them didn't ask any more questions, they put him on the horse and ran towards the big tent.

Mahamu, who was covered with sheepskin and didn't feel sleepy at all, was thinking about the next plan, when he heard someone from the base camp rushing over, as if something happened, he hurriedly summoned him.

As soon as the man saw Mahamu, he fell to the ground crying bitterly and said, "Something happened to the Great Khan, the big camp was attacked by the Ming army."

"what!"

Mahamu and the two soldiers who accompanied this person in all exclaimed.

Stepping forward hurriedly, Mahamu grabbed the person who reported the letter.

"Quickly tell me, when did it happen? How many enemies are there?"

"Today's dawn, it was too dark, and it was too chaotic at that time, I didn't see how many enemies there were, but a conservative estimate is [-] horses!"

"broken!"

Mahamu pushed the messenger away, and ran out quickly, shouting as he ran.

"Notify everyone to assemble!"

"Dirty dirt..."

But just as Mahamu ran out of the camp and shouted for the soldiers to gather, a faint whiteness appeared in the eastern sky.

At the same time, the buzzing sound of the shells piercing the air came from the Ming army.

Mahamu looked back in the direction of the Ming army in a daze.

I saw dozens of small black spots in the sky, smashing towards them rapidly.

At the same time, he could faintly hear the drums of the Ming army marching, and the shouts of soldiers soaring to the sky.

"I, Oala, may be about to lose this battle!"

(End of this chapter)