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

Chapter 43 Fire in the Backyard
That night, Zager was very happy and got drunk before giving up.

He really didn't expect that he would be favored by Changshengtian when he was transporting supplies far behind, and he would get a piece of credit for nothing.

This Agula is interesting enough and worth paying for.

In a daze, I felt someone pushing me.

"What are you doing?" He turned over and said impatiently, "I'll talk about it tomorrow!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"What is the enemy attacking..."

"Ming Army... ah!"

A scream awakened the war gene in Zager's body, and as soon as he got up, he saw his bodyguard slowly fell to the ground.

He raised his gaze little by little, and then saw a tall figure.

This person was Agula who was drinking together at night, with a shining steel knife in his hand, dripping blood.

"Ah...brother Agula, you...what are you going to do?"

"Brother, brother will send you on your way!"

Haming slashed down with a knife, and Zagel wanted to resist, but his body was filled with too much alcohol, and he couldn't obey him at all.

"You... ah..."

A miserable howl sounded, and Ha Ming wiped the blood stains on his face, and continued to look for the next target with a knife.

The Wala soldiers in the camp finally reacted and began to resist.

Many people didn't know what happened, they only knew that there was an enemy attack, and in a hurry, unprepared, they got up in a panic to fight.

There were even many people who had their heads cut off by the Ming army in their sleep, with a faint smile on their lips, without a trace of pain.

The entire camp was ablaze, and the sounds of killing, mourning and howling north wind intertwined, like a blood-red battle song, resounding on the shore of Lake Chagannuoer.

After the first round of attacks, more than half of the more than [-] Wala soldiers were lost, leaving only five or six hundred.

Their eyes were stained red by the blood of their companions, and the ferocity of the grassland people was clearly evident at this moment. They screamed and reorganized their offensive, stepping over the corpses of their companions one after another, even stepping on the chest of their moaning comrades , rushed over like the wind.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. There is really a big difference between the Wala people and the Han people.

They only respect the strong. In order to win, anyone's life can be sacrificed, even comrades who depend on life and death.Humanity and beastliness are vividly reflected at this moment.

This time, Zhu Qizhen did not take the lead in the charge, and the [-] Battalion had already grown into an elite soldier after being tempered by blood and fire.

The Ming army was harvesting the battlefield with a huge advantage. Li Zhen took the lead, pointing forward with the steel knife in his hand, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife.

"kill!"

In the night sky, shrill screams resounded from time to time, piercing the sky of the grassland and drifting away into the distance. The dark red blood stained every corner of the camp.

The fighting power of the Oirats can be described as formidable. Knowing that they were surrounded and desperate, they were still struggling desperately. Their blood-stained faces seemed to be Satanic devils from hell.

"kill!"

The Ming army roared and launched the final charge. The sharp knife tip pierced through the cold light, and blood splattered all over the place. Countless Wala people were pierced through their chests. After a few weak struggles, they fell to the ground.

Finally, the last Oirat also fell down, and the Chagannuoer camp returned to its former tranquility.

The next step was to clean up the battlefield, and Li Zhen came to Zhu Qizhen to report the results of the battle.

"Report to the emperor, this battle has killed more than [-] enemies, a great victory!"

Zhu Qizhen did not appear very excited, but asked: "How about the casualties of our army?"

"Our side killed 72 people and injured about [-] people."

Since it was a sneak attack at night, most of the Wala people were asleep, and the Ming army suffered very few casualties. However, in Zhu Qizhen's mind, even if only one person died, it would be a great loss.

"Li Zhen, how many people are left in the [-] Battalion?"

Li Zhen was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "Return to the emperor, as of tonight, there are still 750 people in the [-] Battalion!"

After Zhu Qizhen heard this, his face was very heavy. When the 3000 Battalion was formed, there were 250 people. More than a hundred people were lost in the Badaling battle. After going deep into the grassland, they fought for several days. Including tonight's casualties, [-] people were lost.

These people accompanied me deep into the desert, going through life and death, some of them were only sixteen or seventeen years old, and they were still children.

However, in order to achieve the final victory, bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable.

This is war, cruel, cruel, without a trace of mercy and sympathy!
After the silence, Zhu Qizhen sighed and said, "Write down their names!"

Li Zhen's expression tightened, and she saluted, "Observe the order!"

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On the Mobei grassland, the darkness before dawn is the coldest.

Boyan was sleeping soundly, but felt a gust of cold wind blowing over his head, and a guard hurried into the tent.

"General, it's not good!"

Boyan opened his sleepy eyes and murmured, "Why, did you find the traces of the Ming army?"

"Report to the general, there is a fire in the distance, and it seems to be a big fire!"

Boyan looked surprised, was there a fire on the grassland?
Could it be...Suddenly, a bad idea flashed through his mind, he hurriedly got up and went outside the tent, and after only one glance, he was stunned.

"Look, general, is that the location of the Chagan Nuoer camp?"

Somewhere in the south, the fire was soaring into the sky, reflecting the entire night sky red.

Boyan suddenly felt no sleepiness at all, and the look in his eyes was gradually replaced by anger.

After a long while, he roared angrily: "All gather, the goal is Chagan Nuoer's camp!"

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Sprinkle lamp oil on the yurt, ignite it with a torch, and there is a soft humming sound. The fire grows from small to large, from near to far. The huge and spacious tent is slowly burning, like a spark of fire, burning on the vast grassland. .

In a short while, the yurt was engulfed by a large area of ​​flames, and the raging flames fluttered with the wind, igniting the neighboring tents again.Countless yurts were lit one after the other like matchsticks next to each other.

Ten tents, twenty tents, hundreds of tents, the flames of the stars are getting bigger and brighter, and when the thousands of tents of Chagannuoer are burning under the sky, they are burning like fireworks. In the night sky, the fiery light, like blood flowers blooming on the grassland, reflected the vast sky red.

When the boundless tents were burning one by one, and the soaring flames illuminated their faces, the soldiers of the [-] Battalion rode on horseback, holding their swords high, and galloped back and forth, cheering vigorously, and their majestic passion filled their youthful and vicissitudes. face.

Zhu Qizhen didn't speak, just watched all this quietly.

Behind those pairs of blood-red eyes and excited faces, there is too much sadness and heaviness hidden.

Li Zhenle immediately stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, where shall we go next?"

Wala's supply station was destroyed, and the troops must be withdrawn first, and the road ahead will be even more difficult.

In the vast desert, if you want to avoid the pursuit of the Oirats, you can only go by surprise and head for the most impossible place they think.

This is a game of life and death, if one is not careful, the entire Three Thousand Battalion will be wiped out.

Zhu Qizhen had already planned in his heart, and softly uttered three words: "Wonan River!"

　A little friend asked if there is a heroine, so I laughed, can't you see Technician No. 18?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)