At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 41 A Big Fish

da da da... da da da...

The rushing horseshoes, like wind and raging clouds, and raging sea waves, quickly approached the camp of the Wala people.

After a round of long-range shots, the Ming army raised the steel knife in its hand high, emitting bursts of cold light under the moonlight.

Li Zhen took the lead, his eyes were bloodshot, and he followed the horse as if flying into the air, roaring from the depths of his chest: "Kill!"

The soldiers behind him also roared back: "Kill!"

The sound of killing broke through the sky and pierced the eardrums of the Wala people.

The Oirats threw away their bows and arrows in a hurry and began to draw their swords, but at this moment, the cavalry on the opposite side rushed in like a tiger on the mountain.

Immediately, people were turned on their backs, and countless people were knocked into the air.

The Ming army rode their horses into the enemy's formation like a tiger descending the mountain, wielding the long knife in their hands vigorously, and killed the panicked Wala people.

These Wala people suddenly lost all sleepiness, but what could be replaced was a sense of daze and powerlessness.

With just one face-to-face meeting, the Ming army directly defeated the opponent's will, and then, it was a unilateral killing.

Countless people fell down like reaping wheat.

After several sprints, the Wala people were completely desperate.

They fled in all directions, not even thinking about resisting.

After a massacre, countless corpses lay on the ground.

Many people had already put down their weapons. At this moment...they had no more resistance and begged. Some people fled in disorder, but they trampled each other unavoidably.

When the battle was over and the battlefield was being cleaned, Ha Ming pulled out a man who looked like an officer from the tent, and this man could speak Chinese.

"Who are you guys? I am Zheluo Timur, the Right Deputy Prime Minister of the Yuan Dynasty..."

Upon hearing the official name, Li Zhen was taken aback, and accidentally caught a big fish.

Prime Minister You of the Northern Yuan Dynasty is still a deputy.

It's just that, in the establishment of Dayuan, there are many left and right prime ministers, but they don't know whether the prime minister in front of him is just a virtual string or really has real power.

Thinking of this, Li Zhen got off her horse, stepped forward and asked, "How many people do you have under your command?"

Zheluo Timur looked at Li Zhen viciously, and said, "Who are you?"

Li Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the whip and whipped it.

"I just say what I ask you, why are there so many nonsense!"

"Don't...don't slap your face, I say!"

There was a blood-red mark on Jerome's face, and he immediately became honest.

"There are more than 5000 people!"

Li Zhen looked around and asked, "That's all?"

"Of course not!" Zhe Luotimur raised his head and said, "The main force of my men has gone to the front to deliver food and grass, I advise you to let us go immediately, otherwise, when the main force returns, you will die without a place to die! "

Li Zhen's eyes lit up, and after running around in the depths of the desert these days, she finally found a supply team.

"Give me a good look at the person, be sure to look good, wait for me to come back!"

After Li Zhen gave her orders, she trotted all the way to Zhu Qizhen's side.

"Your Majesty, I caught a big fish!"

"Oh?" Zhu Qizhen also became interested and asked, "How big is it?"

"This person says he is some shit right deputy prime minister. He has more than 5000 people under his command. The most important thing is that he is responsible for delivering food and grass to the front lines!"

When Zhu Qizhen heard this, he also became energetic.

When it comes to wars, the food and grass go first before the soldiers and horses move, but the Mongols are an exception. They usually don't carry a lot of food and grass when they fight.

Generally speaking, when the Mongolian army goes out, it will carry a large amount of cattle and sheep, and then every time it arrives at a town, it will plunder on the spot to supplement the various living resources it needs.

However, this time, it took too long to gather 10,000+ troops for the expedition. The cattle and sheep with him had already been eaten up, and even the looted supplies were exhausted, so we had to raise food and grass from the grassland and transport it to front.

Along the route of the supply team, you can find the food and grass camp of the Oirats.

Then... give Ye a surprise first!
Not long after, Li Zhen went back and forth, came to Zhe Luo, and said, "Lead the way!"

"Ah?" Jerome was a little dazed.

Li Zhen didn't have any patience at all, raised her foot and kicked him flying, and said coldly, "I'll let you lead the way!"

Jerome struggled to get up, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said, "Why do you..."

Li Zhen whipped his horsewhip, but before Zhe Luo finished speaking, he fell heavily to the ground again.

"No, you..."

Immediately afterwards, I felt a blackness in front of my eyes, and a palm appeared out of thin air.

Snapped!
Jerome spit out a mouthful of blood, with a tooth wrapped in it.

"no……"

Seeing the other party draw out his waist knife, Zhe Luo hurriedly said, "Where are you going to tell me?"

Li Zhen froze for a moment, oh, it seems that she didn't make it clear.

It's a bit sloppy to make people get beaten up for no reason...

"Take us to find your main force!"

There was a look of doubt in Jerome's eyes, and he said: "My troops are all brave fighters, one against one hundred..."

"lead the way!"

Li Zhen still looked stern, and she was unwilling to say a word.

Jerome didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, so he obediently acted as a guide, and led the troops to turn southward.

Because he has already experienced it personally, and firmly believes that if he doesn't cooperate, he will be beaten badly.

It may even be life-threatening.

The team walked for three days in a row, but as far as the eye could see, it was still a vast expanse, nothing but grasslands, nothing but grasslands.

Li Zhen's patience has long been exhausted, and she kicked Zhe Luo to the ground again, drew out a knife and pressed it against his neck, and said, "How dare you play me?"

Jerome was about to cry, and wailed: "No, it's this way."

"Why haven't you seen anyone yet?"

"It's just ahead!"

Li Zhen pressed down on the knife, and a trace of blood flowed out from the blade.

"That's what you said yesterday!"

Zhe Luo was very frightened, but he didn't dare to move, and said tremblingly: "This general, can you take the knife away first?"

Li Zhen withdrew some strength from his hands, and then Zhe Luo continued: "I am mainly responsible for the collection of food and grass from the various tribes in the rear. This escort route has not been traveled for a long time, and it is a bit unfamiliar. Yesterday I took a detour. Today I will definitely We'll be there."

"Okay," Li Zhen retracted the knife and said, "If you don't find out before dark, you will have no chance."

Jerome looked ahead with lingering fear, trying to identify the direction, and then said, "This way."

At dusk, the sentinel in charge of the investigation sent back news that five miles ahead, they found a food and grass camp of the Wala people, with about 3000 troops stationed there.

Upon hearing the news, Jerome was the most excited, with a sense of accomplishment.

Li Zhen waved his hand, and Ha Ming came over, pinched Jerome's head with both hands, twisted it hard, and there was a click, cleanly.

The poor right deputy prime minister of Dayuan, after serving as the leading party, was about to die on the spot.

Li Zhen passed on the order, and everyone slowed down their progress, and finally arrived near the Oara camp before dark.

This time, they were no longer facing ordinary herdsmen, but Oala's regular army.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

Zhu Qizhen squinted his eyes and looked from a distance. The size of the defenders was about 3000. The strength of the troops was even. .

(End of this chapter)