However, in this situation, Yexian was not interested in asking who Chen Yichen was. He turned to the scout and asked, "How many soldiers have the Ming army come?"

"The smallest visual estimate is about 10,000."

After learning this number, I started to think quickly in my mind.

Now more than half of Zhu Yong's 50,000 cavalry have been killed, and there is only a matter of time left to eliminate the entire army.

But even half of it, there were more than 20,000 troops left in Yaoer Ridge, and the number of Ming troops rushing to assist was still surpassing Yesian's Wassai Cavalry.

More importantly, when the trapped beast has hope, it will burst out with a strong will to survive, and it will be impossible to massacre as before.

After only a brief thought, Yesen made a decision and shouted: "Ala Zhiyuan!"

"Taishou, just give me orders."

"You lead your troops to resist the reinforcements of the Ming Dynasty."

"yes!"

Without saying a word, Ala Zhiyuan turned around and called his subordinates to fight.

"Boyan Timur."

"The last one will be here!"

"You lead my tribal relatives to surround and kill Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo as quickly as possible!"

Yexian understood that the battle situation was about to decide the outcome. If Duke Cheng Guo Zhu Yong did not die, the remaining more than 20,000 Ming Dynasty cavalry would not collapse instantly. When reinforcements merged with it, there would be no possibility of completely encirclement and annihilation.

The tribal relatives, similar to the emperor's imperial guards, were the last source of troops in Yexian's hands at this moment.

The fruit of victory is right in front of you, and the Taishi can't accept the success of success!

"Yes, I will obey the order!"

Boyan Timur was Yesen's younger brother. He also understood that when he was about to dispatch his tribal relatives, it was the last moment of the war.

The Mongolian men, Mobei, endured the bitter cold for seventy years, and defeating Duke Cheng Guo Zhu Yong was the first milestone to return to the Central Plains!

More than a thousand tribal relatives rushed towards the location where Duke Cheng Guoguo Zhu Yong was, hoping to become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"The prince can't hold on anymore, brothers, kill me!"

A group of surrounded soldiers, looking at the defense line of Duke Cheng Guo, Zhu Yong, was already in danger under the charge of the Mongolian cavalry. Someone shouted angrily.

"Save the Duke, follow me in the North Guard of the Central Army!"

"Brothers of the Hu Ben Left Guard, Guard the Lord!"

"The right guard of the cavalry lined up and rushed towards the direction of the prince!"

The sound of military orders sounded from every corner of the battlefield. This was the wealth accumulated by Duke Cheng Guo, Zhu Yong, for decades of military career.

When you have experienced life and death with the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, they will naturally recognize you as the commander and repay you with your life.

And it was not just the Ming army in Yaoer Ridge that had burst out potential. Wu Rui and Zhu Yi's coalition forces rushed to rescue, looking at the tragic situation of friendly corpses everywhere, and their fear of Duke Cheng Guo Zhu Yong, who almost forgot about life and death. .

The Wassai cavalry led by the Ala Zhiyuan could not stop this "mourning soldier".

"withdraw troops!"

Yesen, who was standing on the hillside, was extremely decisive and issued an order to withdraw troops, showing the absolute rationality of a strong man.
Chapter completed!