Chapter 80 The Ming Army Attacks

Chapter 80 The Ming Army Attacks

Chapter 80 The Ming Army Attacks
The evening sky is like a weathered painter.

She uses her unique technique to render the sky into a gradient painting.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the earth, giving the grassland a golden hue.

The distant horizon was dyed as hot as fire by the setting sun, interweaving with the orange and red of the sky to form a gorgeous sunset.

In this golden ocean, a cavalry team of more than several thousand people was winding its way like a giant black dragon.

They wore tight leather armor, held sharp scimitars, carried bows and arrows, rode tall horses, and galloped across the grassland.

As they moved forward, a faint smell of blood spread.

Lu Yunyi took the lead and rushed forward.
He looked around coldly, identifying the direction, and kept searching for Tianbao's subordinates who were scattered in all directions.

In the previous hour, they had successfully strangled six hundred-man teams!

The neatly-organized battle formation of more than a thousand men could not even cause any casualties to the hundred or so unprepared men.

Seeing that things were going smoothly, some soldiers gradually put their minds at ease and followed the majority.
If they encounter an enemy, they don't mind swinging their long swords.

Some soldiers even felt that they had never felt so happy in their many years of military service.
They started to shout slowly, and their voices rose and fell on the grassland.
Intertwined with the sound of horses' hooves, it sounded like an exciting war song.
The snow on the grassland had not yet completely melted, and the ground was muddy. Every time the horse's hooves landed, layers of mud and sand would splash up.

But the soldiers didn't care, not even about the traces left behind.

Lord Arisleng and Lord Ortai have already said,
All this was done by the Ming soldiers and had nothing to do with them.

Their shadows were stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, following the war horses as they leaped across the golden grassland.

The horses' manes fluttered in the wind, and as the cavalry galloped, the wind on the grassland became stronger.

The wolves in the distance were startled and ran away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

Slowly, the sun sets
Darkness enveloped the grassland again, and Lu Yunyi's originally sharp eyes became even more sharp.

He looked up and around, his eyes gradually deepened, and he waved his hand gently.
More than a thousand soldiers stopped little by little, and the panting sounds of their horses could be heard immediately.

"Rest here for a quarter of an hour." Lu Yunyi's voice echoed in the soldiers' ears, making them look relaxed.

The warhorse stopped, but the excitement in his heart was far from over.

They gripped their swords tightly, wishing they could go into battle and kill the enemy right now.

In the past, they claimed to be strong.

But every battle was extremely difficult and even resulted in a lot of casualties.

Now, many soldiers turned their attention to the tall His Highness Arisleng.
Following this man, those "enemies" cannot hide in the vast grassland.
They were easily found and defeated one by one.

This also allowed them to experience the taste of victory.

At this moment, even Ortai felt a lot less burdened.

After seeing the fighting power of those so-called "elite soldiers",

He also had to admit that the Second Prince and Arsleng were right.

If the royal court relied on these soldiers, it would be on the verge of decline and might not even be able to resist the Ming army.

At this moment, Ortai, Lu Yunyi and Liu Heiying were sitting together, quietly eating dry food and drinking water, with complicated expressions.

Ertai raised his head and looked at Lu Yunyi and asked:

"Your Highness Arsileng, how did you find those people..."

Lu Yunyi smiled gently, picked up a dead branch from the ground, and wrote and drew on the ground.

Soon, a fishing lake and a huge fan-shaped area were drawn, with small dots dotted on them.

He pointed to the pattern on the ground:

"I made the search plan. Although we searched in different directions, the personnel deployment and team distribution were the same.
Just follow our instructions and make your own layout.
If we recalculate the location, we can find the location of Tianbao Nu's subordinates."

Doubt flashed in Ortai's eyes, and he shook his head slowly:

"That was my initial guess, but their actual location is far different from what I guessed, and may even be completely unrelated."

A strange look flashed in Lu Yunyi's eyes. He didn't expect that Ortai would actually do it himself.

After thinking it over carefully, Lu Yunyi decided to reveal a few things and said:
"Marching and fighting requires favorable weather, favorable terrain, and favorable people.
Although their location was roughly determined, it was not easy to find them.

At this time, it is necessary to make a judgment based on the commanding general and the terrain.

The six Centuriae we destroyed earlier,

Their centurions were all descendants of the rich and powerful, and tended to act conservatively.

In fact, in their hearts, they did not want to find any traces of the Ming army and just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible.

In this way, considering the scope of their activities and what they think in their hearts,
Then we can infer that the place they are searching must be close to the main part of the royal tent.
It is close to the king's tent and is a place of shelter from the wind, which is very rare.

Just slowly find your way there.”

This was the first time that Ortai heard Lu Yunyi describe the process of deduction and how to confirm the enemy's position.

This shocked him for a moment, and he was speechless for a long time, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, Ortai slowly came to his senses and looked at Lu Yunyi with shock on his face:

"This is amazing, Your Highness Arsleng, you are more powerful than the scouts in the king's tent."

Lu Yunyi smiled lightly and curled his lips:

"This is the Naiman tribe's long-term accumulation. The royal court must also have it, but you just don't know it."

Ortai frowned slightly, then nodded slightly after a while:
"Arisleng, you are right. Some generals in the army are very good at marching and fighting.
But no matter how much I begged, they refused to teach me. That was their family tradition, to be passed on to their sons.

I once wanted to marry a general's daughter so that I could learn the art of war.
But the general rejected me and only passed on his military tactics to his son. "

Ortai's eyes were somewhat dim, although this was the long-standing rule on the grassland.
But he still felt that this was not right.

The royal court is now at the brink of life and death. If the family tradition is not used to strengthen the army,
Now that the royal court has been breached, there is no point in guarding the family tradition.

Ortai looked at Arsileng who had a calm face. The Naiman tribe was different from the royal court.

He saw Arsleng explaining tactics to his soldiers more than once, which made him very envious.

At this time, Liu Heiying saw that Lu Yunyi didn't say anything, so he patted his chest vigorously, looked at Ertai and smiled:
"Ortai, don't worry,

We are all working for the Second Prince now, and we are all family members.

Following His Highness Arsleng, there are endless military tactics to learn!"

Liu Heiying showed some pain on his face and sighed:
"Sometimes I feel overwhelmed when I study the art of war."

In this regard, Ortai was even more envious, but more of a happy person:
"Master Cyber ​​Black Hawk, I am very happy that you can come to the royal court and serve the royal court.
The Naiman tribe’s military tactics are extensive and profound. I have studied them for a long time, but I can only get a little bit of the basics.”

"Hahaha, there's still a long way to go, I'll teach you later!"

Liu Heiying waved his hand with arrogance and an unconcealable smile on his face.

Ortai's eyes lit up:
"Thank you, Lord Cyber ​​Black Hawk. I will ask my mother to prepare some more bean noodles. I always see you eating them with relish."

Liu Heiying's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, with some restraint:
"In that case, thank you very much.
Also, your mother's bean noodles were so delicious that I couldn't control myself for a while."

Ortai's eyes gradually became empty, and he sighed softly:
"Actually, the bean noodles my mother made weren't very tasty.

But it tasted good because she often shared it with those who were hungry.

You also know that when you are hungry, you can eat all kinds of delicacies.

So, Lord Cyber ​​Black Hawk is of noble status and likes to eat bean noodles, and my mother likes it very much. "

As soon as these words came out, Lu Yunyi stopped writing or drawing.
He looked at Liu Heiying in surprise.
That's it!

Liu Heiying smiled awkwardly and explained:
"That's not true, Ortai. Your mother's bean noodles are indeed delicious. I like them very much."

"Then I'll ask my mother to make some more and invite Lord Cyber ​​Black Hawk to our home to enjoy it tomorrow."

"Thank you very much."

Seeing the father and son chatting enthusiastically, Lu Yunyi sighed lightly, threw down the dead branch in his hand, slowly stood up, and said in a cold voice:

"It's getting dark, we need to act quickly.
The previous ones were just appetizers, and the rest will be dealt with tonight."

Liu Heiying seemed to have noticed something, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Ertai's eyes widened, filled with confusion and a little bit of disbelief. "Your Highness Arsleng, how many more people do you want to kill?"

Lu Yunyi had a faint smile on his face, but his words made Ortai feel cold all over:

"Of course we will kill as many as we can. They are all Tianbao Nutaiji's men and are an obstacle to us."

Seeing his dazed look, Liu Heiying stood up kindly, patted him on the shoulder with an encouraging look on his face.

A quarter of an hour later, the soldiers who had rested set out again.
Here Lu Yunyi no longer concealed his abilities as he did in the daytime.

Instead, he led more than a thousand people to travel freely across the eastern side of Buyuer Lake, relying on the moon, stars and wind direction to determine the direction.

More than a thousand people marched for less than half an hour.

We found a campsite in a valley in the wilderness, where more than two hundred people were resting.

Even when I see their expressions clearly,
Even Ortai, who felt sorry for the situation, pursed his lips and showed murderous intent on his face.

The soldiers sat around the campfire, their faces red. A war horse had already been slaughtered.

The few good pieces of meat were roasting over the flames, giving off a faint aroma.

The voices of the soldiers were so loud that they almost pierced the sky, and the sounds of laughter, anger and cursing could be heard continuously.

"He disobeyed military orders, drank and had fun, and even slaughtered war horses!!" Ortai's anger was almost uncontrollable.
What made him even more angry was that more than 200 people had set up camp here, but there was no one on guard.

So much so that even when they got close, the soldiers were still unaware.

Ortai was still feeling lucky in his heart that it was them who came, not the Ming army.

But soon, when the anger subsided, Ortai opened and closed his mouth slightly and fell into silence.

He looked at Arisleng who was sitting on a warhorse, and his voice was somewhat hollow:

"Your Highness Arsleng, I understand your Highness's good intentions.
If these soldiers stay in the king's tent, they will only lead the new soldiers astray. If this continues, there will be no one in the royal court who dares to fight.

Now that the Ming army is here, they dare to be so arrogant and overconfident. It would be better to kill them. "

"Your Highness Arsleng, I want to serve as the vanguard."

Ortai pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

But Lu Yunyi shook his head and refused:

"The art of war cannot be taken lightly. Even if you are using the strong to defeat the weak, you must go all out.

There is no vanguard, we can just push forward with all our might."

Ortai rubbed the handle of the knife, his breathing became a little faster, and he obviously didn't want to give up just like that.

At this time, Liu Heiying said: "Ertai, if the Ming army came now, they would be dead.

Even if you say something to them and make them realize that they shouldn't be like this, it's too late.
Be more open-minded, end the battle as soon as possible, and meet up with the Second Prince as soon as possible."

For some reason, Ortai felt that Lord Cyber ​​Black Hawk was approachable, with a calm tone, and had the demeanor of a general who was not easily surprised by fame or disgrace.

He took a deep breath and nodded slightly:

"Ertai obeys military orders."

Lu Yunyi nodded, slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, and shouted:
"Don't leave any one alive! Kill them all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers beside him rushed out like sharp arrows, and the fierce clatter of horses' hooves sounded in the dark night.
Tall horses broke through the darkness and rushed towards the only fire in front of them.

It was not until this moment that the soldiers reacted.
He looked over with a dazed look in his eyes, startled.
But when he found out that it was a fellow tribesman wearing leather armor and holding a scimitar,

His tense body relaxed and he even laughed:
"What are you yelling about? We are one family!!"

There were even two centurions holding wine bags, staggering to their feet and cursing:
"Damn it, why are you making such a big scene so late at night? I'm tired of living!!"

Ortai's body trembled with the rise and fall of the warhorse.
Noticing the appearance of the person in front of him, the murderous intent in his body became more and more obvious.

The moonlight shone on the grassland. Ortai turned his head to look and could see the cold light flashing on his colleagues' armor.

The sight was pitch black, and I couldn't see far. They emerged from the darkness like ghosts.

The deafening sound of horse hooves and shouts rushed out, and Ortai even saw eyes like his.

Cold, solemn, regretful, and some people love deeply and blame harshly.

More than a thousand cavalrymen rushed towards the camp where the two hundred people were from all directions like a black torrent.

The closer we got to the enemy, the more wildly the fire flickered in the night.
It illuminated the cavalrymen's ferocious faces and the gleaming scimitars in their hands.

The soldiers finally realized that something was wrong. They widened their eyes little by little and waved at the cavalry.

"We are Taiji's subordinates. We are one of them! One of them!!"

But. The galloping warhorse submerged his body,

The horse hooves as big as bowls stepped on his body, making dull sounds.

Before he died, he could only hear the piercing shouts of killing and the thud of heads falling to the ground.
More than 200 soldiers tried to find weapons to resist.
However, the cavalry attack was as violent as thunder and as aggressive as fire.

In an instant, more than a thousand cavalrymen swept away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Rushing to meet the enemy, breaking up their unorganized formation.

Ortai swung the long sword in his hand again and again. Every time he swung it, he could feel the blockage of the long sword piercing into his flesh and blood, and he could also feel the fear of his tribesmen.

The sound of scimitars colliding with spears, screams and the neighing of horses came one after another.
They probably don't know why there would be internal strife and killing of one's own people.

But Ertai knew that slowly, the long knife he held was stained with blood, and the long hair exposed outside also became sticky and dark red.
But the look in his eyes gradually became colder.

"Too weak. Too weak."

The resistance shown by these soldiers was even worse than that of jackals and rats. They could only flee in panic. Seeing them like this,
The anger in Ertai's heart could no longer be concealed, and the frequency and speed of his long sword swinging became faster and faster.
It was not until a quarter of an hour later that the entire camp was covered in blood and no one was left standing.

At this time, Lu Yunyi rode his warhorse closer, glanced at him quietly, nodded slightly, and then said:
"Clean up before the blood dries and prepare to go to the next location."

Ortai was no longer as resistant as before. He glanced at the bloody ground around him and nodded slightly.
Time passed little by little. For those who were outside the grassland royal court, the night was a torment.

They don’t know if they can see the light of the next day.
But this night was also a long and torturous one for the local security guards who were waiting near the camp.

Finally, a little light appeared in the distant east.
The sun shines on the earth, and the darkness quickly melts away on the earth.
Dibaonu stood up gently, looked around, and showed anticipation on his face.

Arsleng once told him that he would be back at dawn.

As expected, Di Baonu's gaze deepened as he looked at the group of soldiers coming from the south.
The bravery that came towards him made the Second Prince of the grassland look horrified.

He had seen real brave soldiers from the grassland, and the soldiers in front of him were not much different from those people.

What was even more eye-catching was that the soldiers in front of him were all wet.

The armor was stained with a dark red that could not be washed away by clear water.

Especially when the horse's hooves were moving, revealing a thick layer of blood-red on the soles of the feet, the land security slave felt inexplicably palpitating.

But when he got closer, Dibaonu noticed their expressions and his heart skipped a beat.
They are different. These soldiers have become different after just one day's absence.

"How is it? Have you found any trace of the Ming army?" asked Di Baonu.

Lu Yunyi didn't say anything, but waved his hand gently.

Immediately, more than ten soldiers came forward and dropped their Ming armor, long swords, and many tokens of the Oirat.

He then spoke loudly:
"Reporting to the Second Prince, we have found the remains of the Wala tribe, and nearby we found some broken armor left behind by the Ming people."

Dibaonu's expression suddenly became serious, his brows furrowed:
"Akito actually came here?"

Lu Yunyi looked solemn and nodded heavily:
"During our search, we also found traces of more than a thousand Ming troops. Judging from the direction of the horse hoof prints, they must have gone to the west.

We followed and investigated, but found that some of our royal soldiers had died, killed by the Ming army."

For some reason, after hearing this, Dibaonu's uneasy heart calmed down, he sighed, and asked:
"How many people died?"

"More than 2,000."

The ground slave's eyes widened slightly: "How much exactly."

"More than 2,900."

(End of this chapter)