Chapter 171 Defeat, a great defeat!

Chapter 171 Defeat, a great defeat!

Chapter 171 Defeat, a great defeat!

In August in Liaodong, the night is as dark as ink.
It weighed heavily on the camps of King Huining and Marshal Duoyan.

The moon hid in the dark clouds, unwilling to witness the heavy atmosphere in the camp.

In the military tent, the candlelight flickered.

Prince Huining and Marshal Duoyan had frowns on their faces, and the air was filled with depression and frustration.

The war broke out again, but the war reports were as cold as ice, and both battles ended in failure.

They were defeated in two battles, one in the morning and the other in the evening.

More than a thousand tribesmen lost their lives on the battlefield, their blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with wailing.

King Huining clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes flashed with reluctance and pain.
Marshal Duoyan sat silently at the side, his young face somehow showing a hint of vicissitudes.

He stared at the map and layout on the table, his heart was filled with complicated emotions and he could hardly control himself.

Outside the tent, one could occasionally hear the heavy footsteps of patrolling soldiers and faint groans from the wounded camp in the distance. All of this filled the camp with a heavy atmosphere.

“We can’t fight any more.”

King Huining finally spoke, his voice was low and firm, as if squeezed from the bottom of his heart.

"The wise must have seen through our plan.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have approached your camp several times and then slowly retreated.
These wise men took advantage of our desire for quick success and instant benefits.
We are the ones who have been fooled. We cannot defeat the Ming people, so we should just surrender."

Marshal Duoyan looked up when he heard this, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Even now, he still doesn't believe that the Ming people can see through his arrangements.

Not everyone has the courage to set traps in their own camp, feigning defeat to lure the enemy in; if they are not careful, they will lose everything.

But everything that happened today shows that
His self-proclaimed brilliant trap tactics have been seen through.

Such a setback was unacceptable to the rising Marshal Duoyan. He clenched his fists and spoke through his teeth:
"How is it possible!! How could they find out?"

Is it true that the Ming people are invincible?

Marshal Duoyan thought of the defeated Wang Ting, and a look of frustration suddenly appeared on his face.
The battle formation skills that he had always been proud of became insignificant at this moment.

Over the years, he has fought all over the country, forcing the Jurchens to retreat again and again, and they dare not invade.

He rarely lost in the confrontations with the King of Wu of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and always kept the King of Wu firmly blocked in Buyuer Lake, preventing him from making an inch of progress.

But facing the Ming people, he became as vulnerable as the Jurchens.
This made him feel frustrated and unacceptable.

"Toluhuchar, listen to my advice.

The Ming people had many means, and they could control their soldiers at all times. Our defeat was not unfair.

I have sent someone to the Ming camp to deliver a letter, explaining our intention to surrender to the Ming.
At worst, you can just endure it for a while, and when the time is right, you can make a comeback."

King Huining had a gentle voice and a soft face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He was already over sixty years old, not much different from the Ming Emperor.

He was destined not to see the day when Liaowangjun would make a comeback.
He looked at Marshal Duoyan, Toluhuchar, his eyes filled with expectation:

"You are still young, there is no need to fight with them and waste your strength.
Listen to me and wait until the Ming people accept the letter, then we will leave the camp and surrender, and then find a way out."

Marshal Duoyan looked in pain, slowly closed his eyes, and rested his head on the backrest.
After a long time, a long sigh was heard, the voice was filled with reluctance and helplessness, and a hint of relief:
"That's it."

King Huining's face was filled with satisfaction, and he nodded repeatedly:

"good boy"

At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded, with a hint of panic, and hurried shouting:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!!"

Soon, a young soldier rushed into the tent, fell to his knees, and cried:

"Your Majesty!! Those Ming people shot and killed Qian Dacheng before we even got close!"

"what?"

King Huining was startled and his expression was unstable. He backed away repeatedly and finally sat down on a chair.

Qian Dacheng was a Ming man from his clan.

He came to Liaowang County as a businessman in his early years, stayed here, got married and had children. He was one of the few people from the Central Plains in his tribe.

King Huining sent him to deliver the letter in the hope that Qian Dacheng's identity would increase the chances of success.

Unexpectedly, he died before achieving his goal.
Before the letter was delivered, those Ming people had already expressed their feelings.

Marshal Duoyan, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he sat up straight with a stern expression:

"These Ming people want to kill us all. Since we can't surrender, we have to fight to the end!!!"

Marshal Duoyan stood up suddenly, full of anger, and walked out of the tent quickly.
But as soon as he walked out of the tent, his body was frozen.
The scene before him instantly made his heart tremble, and his pupils shook violently.
In the darkness of night, dense crowds of Ming soldiers gathered silently outside the camp like dark clouds.

They were lined up in neat rows, their armor glowing coldly in the faint moonlight, like a forest of fine iron, exuding a heart-pounding murderous aura.

Before he could react, more than a thousand torches were lit at the same time.

Flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield like day.

In the firelight, the figures of the Ming soldiers became more clearly discernible.
They held swords and guns in their hands, with determination on their faces. Flames danced wildly in the night wind, filling the pupils of the Ming soldiers!
Soon, a burst of sound broke the silence of the night.

Arrows with flames streaked across the night sky like meteors, whistling towards the military camp where King Huining was.
The fiery trace spread little by little in the darkness, leaving behind a brilliant tail flame, which also rushed into Marshal Duoyan's pupils.

His body froze, his face showing fear, and he quickly shouted:
"Enemy attack!!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

It was not until this time that some soldiers staggered out of the military camp, looked at the flames coming towards them, and a strange look of relief appeared in their eyes.

Marshal Duoyan was extremely angry. The Ming army had already approached them, but the soldiers were completely unaware.

He punched and kicked, trying to get the tribesmen who were sitting outside the tent to stand up and fight the enemy.

But they still sat there, indifferent to the enemy attack.
Marshal Duoyan showed anger on his face, let out a loud roar, drew the long sword from his waist, and slashed at the people in front of him!

“Why don’t you resist!!”

“Why don’t you resist!!”

But there was no response.

In just a few breaths, those huddled grassland people had already fallen in a pool of blood.
Marshal Duoyan was sweating profusely. He woke up, shook his body twice, and looked around weakly.

The camp of King Huining was in chaos, with rockets falling from the sky everywhere. Soldiers and civilians were running around in a disorderly manner without any order at all.

Needless to say, the same scene was happening in the camp on the right.

But Marshal Duoyan still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
His soldiers were better than those of King Huining and they were a little chaotic, but not so terrible.

He also had traps set up and a thousand elite soldiers.
As long as a wise man is greedy for merit and rushes into a trap, he may be able to win!
Putting aside his thoughts, Marshal Duoyan Toluhuchar looked back and forth, quickly found a warhorse and rode on it.
Without looking back, he headed towards the rear of the camp and quickly ran towards the camp on the right!
The shouts and cries of killing continued. Although the Ming army had only cavalry, it was difficult to attack the city.
But at this moment, the Huining King's camp had lost all its morale and was unable to stop them.

Even for those grassland people, having their camp breached was a relief.

At first, the camp of King Huining put up some resistance.
But within two quarters of an hour, all resistance was silenced.

Even if the Ming army quietly overturned the outer fence, they remained indifferent.
Marshal Duoyan rode back to the camp at full speed.

As he expected, although there was some confusion, the soldiers were still trying their best to stop them!

Before he could get close, Aotegen, a general under King Huining, came to meet him.

"Marshal, what happened? Didn't you ask for peace?"

Marshal Duoyan looked sad and shook his head slowly:
"The Ming people did not accept our surrender and killed the messenger. They attacked the camp at night. Now the left camp can no longer be defended.

I hope you stay here and wait until the right camp is breached and the Ming people fall into the trap, and then you can charge out!"

Marshal Duoyan's eyes were red and bloodshot.
Things have come to this point, he can only believe that Ming Ren did not discover the trap and that what happened today was just a coincidence.

This is his lifeline and the last resort for Liao Wangjun.

He became famous at a young age, but today he lost miserably.
He hoped to prove that he was not that bad in this way. Aotegen's rough hands tightly grasped the reins, breathing rapidly, and asked:
"Marshal, how is the king?"

"Don't worry, King Huining is surrounded by elite guards, so he will be fine."

Marshal Duoyan had disheveled hair, blood on his face and body, and looked a little crazy.

He held onto Aotegen's shoulders tightly, staring at him with scorching eyes! !

"The trap on the right is our only hope now, you can't leave!"

Aotegen stared at him for a moment, then looked at the soldiers behind him and nodded vigorously:

"Marshal, I hope we can achieve a little victory here."

"Good!! There are still people in Liaowang County who dare to fight!"

Marshal Duoyan was excited and quickly arranged a simple military strategy.

He would lead his people to fight desperately in the right camp.
But he secretly set the south side fence on fire, and when the Ming army really rushed in, Aotegen led his troops to fight back.

Both of them deliberately forgot that Mingren would not rush in, and also deliberately forgot the possibility that Mingren had already seen through the trap.

At this moment, you can neither escape nor fight, and you can only deceive yourself.

As time passed, the war became more intense.
The camp on the left had been breached, and the Ming army rushed in and killed people without restraint.

In the right camp, under the command of Marshal Duoyan,

The wooden fence in the front had been burned to the point where only dead wood was left, and it would collapse with a slight push.

Rockets were still being fired from all around.
Marshal Duoyan hid behind the military tent, riding a warhorse, with more than 300 soldiers around him.
Their lips were tightly pursed, and their eyes revealed tension.

The burning firelight illuminated the sweat on their faces, and they gripped their long knives tightly, staring fixedly at the southern fence.

Suddenly, a crisp sound broke the silence and attracted everyone's attention.

The wooden fence in front, which was only a skeleton left, began to shake, groaning under the heavy weight, and then collapsed with a loud bang in the expectant gaze of everyone!

Thick smoke began to spread, shrouding the entire battlefield in a haze.

The ashes with burning sparks are like stars, floating in the sky, making it difficult to see clearly.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, hoping to see the cavalry rushing out, hoping to see the cavalry stepping on a small pit, spraining their ankle and falling off their horse.

Time seemed to stand still, everything in front of everyone's eyes had solidified, and the sounds in their ears had disappeared.

All their focus was on the ashes before them.

A hazy figure appeared and disappeared, and everyone leaned forward, hoping that the person coming was a Ming cavalry!
But. A figure suddenly rushed out from the ashes in front of him.
Wearing black armor and holding a long sword, sparks fell on his armor and quickly merged with it.

Ming army, it's Ming army!!
Everyone's pupils dilated, and their faces showed ecstasy.
Marshal Duoyan could no longer suppress his laughter. The Ming people did not find the trap! Did not find it! !

But the next moment, the joy that surged in their hearts quickly dissipated, disappearing without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by a coldness.

Infantry, the people coming are infantry.

How could it be an infantryman?
A team of Ming troops rushed out from the ashes, covered with ashes that had not yet been extinguished, like giants standing between heaven and earth. The sound of their armor echoed on the battlefield, making everyone feel despair.

Infantry: The Ming army dismounted and fought on foot.

Marshal Duoyan no longer had any hope in his heart.
The pits he dug were designed to protect against cavalry charges, but they were useless against infantry.
"Defeated. Defeated. How did they find out?"

Marshal Duoyan was puzzled, his eyes became dull.

He stared blankly at the Ming army passing through the burning fence in front of him.
Like an unstoppable torrent, it rushed in like a wolf or a tiger.

However, when everyone was in despair,
Marshal Duoyan's eyes suddenly gleamed with brilliance, his eyes widened a little, and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

He was wrong, the infantry is good, the infantry is good!!
He turned around and ran like a flying bird. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Aotegen and said quickly:
"The people coming here are not cavalry, but infantry. The trap is useless!!"

A trace of disappointment flashed across Ao Tegen's eyes, and his whole body seemed to be deflated.

But soon, he heard Marshal Duoyan's excited voice:

"Infantrymen are better. General Aotegen, lead your troops to charge out now and kill all the infantrymen who enter the military camp on the right!"

Aotegen's pupils gradually dilated, his whole body froze, and his sluggish brain began to work again.
He actually forgot about the days-long cavalry attack and the chaotic battlefield.
A cavalry charge is a disaster for the infantry.

"Yes, yes, infantry is better!!"

Aotegen did not hesitate at all. He turned around and looked at the last thousand elite cavalrymen and shouted:

"My people, follow me..."

kill--

Before Aotegen could finish shouting, a sound suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, followed by a series of "booms".
Boom boom boom!
Everyone's face changed drastically, and they turned around suddenly with incredible fear in their eyes.
Aotegen's big mouth was frozen, and he hadn't uttered the last word yet.

The sound of horse hooves, why are there the sound of horse hooves behind me! !

The night was as dark as ink, and bright spots suddenly appeared in the originally pitch-black back mountain.

As they were galloping down the mountain road, the sound of violent horse hooves was getting closer and closer, as if stepping on their hearts.

As they got closer, they could see the figures beside the torches.

The cavalry is the black-armored cavalry!

They came silently behind the camp like ghosts,

The torches were held high in their hands, and the flames flickered in the darkness.

It's like shouting, here we come!

These cavalrymen were dressed in black armor, holding long swords tightly, their heads hidden in the darkness, and rushed forward quickly, adding a touch of murderous aura.

Under the cover of night, they appeared before our eyes in an instant!

Liu Heiying was the first to arrive. His dark face was not noticeable even under the light of the torch.

He rushed to the front like a headless general!
The sturdy body, the tall warhorse and the head hidden in the darkness instantly threw the grassland people into confusion!
"Kill, kill, kill, leave no one alive!!"

The arrogant voice echoed in the darkness, revealing the long-hidden fear in the hearts of the grassland people.

Whether it is Aotegen or Marshal Duoyan,

They stood there, as if they had lost their souls.

Watching the black-armored cavalry charging in from behind,
In an instant, the only one thousand elite cavalry were scattered.
Their long swords flashed bloodthirstily in the firelight, and every swing was accompanied by wailing.

Their riding skills were superb and the sound of their horses' hooves was like thunder, shaking the entire right side of the camp.

The already chaotic battlefield became even more tragic because of the charge of the cavalry from the rear.

The sounds of torches, long swords, and horse hooves intertwined.
Marshal Duoyan Tuoluhuchar stared blankly ahead.

His body went limp and he fell to his knees.
The long sword in his hand fell, and the crisp sound rang in his ears, but it could not bring back the clarity in his eyes.

He was defeated, and the battles he had always been proud of,

The Ming army crushed it without any hindrance.

It was so easy, making him look like a joke.

He closed his eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling, but to no avail.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the scorching ground and being swallowed up instantly.

He couldn't accept this reality.
The army, the people, the pride, all vanished at this moment.

He thought back to the past, the victories, the glorious moments.

He is the most outstanding battle genius in the entire Liaowang County.
But now, all this is like a dream, shattered at the slightest touch.

He fell from the clouds and landed heavily in the mud of reality, unable to get up.

"why?"

He shouted in his heart, but no one gave him an answer.

(End of this chapter)