Chapter 214: The forward is dead

War is never a simple matter. Morale, soldiers, strategy, time, place, etc., and many factors are taken into account to win a war.

A generation of heroes like the King of Yan Zhu Di, who fought against the Tartars, did not dare to be careless even though they won more than they lost. Even so, the five thousand light cavalry still fell into a hard battle and almost wiped out the entire army.

However, in Xiao Fan's eyes, everything is bullshit!

It is actually very easy to get out of trouble, it depends on whether he is smart or not. Of course, it also depends on whether the prince who is in power is willing to act as bait. If he doesn't want to, Xiao Fan will make him happy.

Zhu Di is running happily now, and it can also be said to be very sad and angry.

No matter who is chased by nearly 10,000 Tartars and is close to each other, he will feel sad and angry.

Zhu Di couldn't understand why things turned out like this? He commanded the soldiers to fight with the Tartars, but why did it become the Tartars chasing him now? Who did he provoke whom?

Each man and one rider, running towards Shanhaiguan with no chance. Zhu Di rode on the horse. This time he really cried...

Because there were nearly 10,000 Tartars and hooligans robbing good women behind him, and they were chasing him for a lifeless pursuit. Zhu Di could not imagine what happened after he was caught...

Xiao Fan, I will kill you!

——The premise is that you can successfully escape back to the crane wing formation in front of Shanhaiguan.

This battle was the most tragic battle in Zhu Di's life. He was framed, so a very strange scene appeared on the vast grassland.

One person rode in front and ran away with his head in his arms. Nearly 10,000 Tartars chased him, and from time to time they shot cold arrows at him, throwing swords, sticks and halberds, and even maces. Behind nearly 10,000 Tartars, thousands of Yan soldiers shouted in horror and shouted "Protect the Prince", chasing the Tartars with a desperate attitude.

Three groups of people left in the dust and soon disappeared into the sight of Xiao Fan and the three thousand soldiers.

"Spectacular..." Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes and exclaimed, his expression very sighing.

Cao Yi glanced at him and praised with conscience: "It's sinister..."

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "How can I say I am insidious? This is what Buddhism calls "jump and drink, all of it is cause and effect."

Cao Yi thought for a while, nodded and smiled, "Yes, harm and being killed are both self-taken. If the King of Yan does not force you to lead the army into the grassland, he will not have to suffer this disaster today. No wonder your master said that you can turn bad luck into good luck. It turns out that your bad omen fell on the King of Yan..."

Xiao Fan was silent for a while and said leisurely: "If you say these words after six hundred years, you will be a standard corrupt man..."

"Full man? What does it mean?"

"A man who likes to do push-ups in the chrysanthemums is called a charlatan."

Zhu Di felt that those who want to accomplish great things are calm, wise, ruthless, decisive... It's all fucking!

What is the most important thing to achieve great things? - Luck!

What is luck? Nearly ten thousand enemies are yelling and chasing you for fifty miles, and you have not died or been captured alive. This is luck!

Zhu Di’s luck today is very difficult to describe.

As long as he met Xiao Fan, his good luck seemed to be sucked away by him in an instant. The carefully planned layout was destroyed by Xiao Fan. The five thousand Yan troops suffered heavy casualties, and even he himself was severely sinistered by Xiao Fan...

Now that he left Xiao Fan, Zhu Di's luck suddenly improved, because... he was about to escape to Shanhaiguan.

God bless the real dragon! Zhu Di strongly felt that he was born to create a reaction luck. Only the true dragon emperor who was destined to have such good luck. After becoming emperor in the future, he might consider changing history. Just say that in this matter today, he rushed through the thousands of troops of the Tartars, as if he had entered a no-man. The Tartars were knocked down by him alone, and his image was so brave...

Whoosh!

A thick mace flicked over his scalp, and Zhu Di lowered his head in panic and frightened, frightened and sweated.

"Despicable Tartars!" Zhu Di cursed angrily.

Thinking of Xiao Fan who caused him to such a thrilling situation, Zhu Di became more and more gritted his teeth.

If this bastard is done, he must not be allowed to return to the capital! Keeping him will cause great trouble, and today's experience is the best proof.

Zhu Di's heart felt a huge murderous intent. He had never wanted to kill someone so urgently in his life, so Xiao Fan set a precedent.

The surrounding scenery is rapidly regressing. The towering city tower of Shanhaiguan is far away. There are shadows in front of the city gate with yellow sand all over the sky. A giant white crane flapping its wings. In its dancing, a sharp murderous aura soars into the sky. The white crane's figure is looming in the rolling dust, like a gate leading to hell, hideous and terrifying.

When Zhu Di saw the huge white crane in front of Shanhaiguan, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes emitted a light of joy.

The Crane Wing Formation. Zhang Yu really lived up to his responsibilities. He had already set up a large formation and waited for the Tartars to fall into the trap. After entering the formation, his life was saved.

Vitality is right in front of you!

Zhu Di was ecstatic and hurriedly beat the war horse hard and galloped into the formation.

In the eyes of nearly ten thousand Tartars, the fat sheep, Zhu Di, was the only one who represented the daughter rewarded by the leader and the position of a high-ranking ten thousand men. How could he carefully observe the formation of the Ming army? Even if they really let them see, the Tartars knew nothing about the magical formation map and could not understand it even if they saw it.

So the Tartars gradually changed their positions without realizing the offense and defense. Death had quietly arrived. They still waved their swords and chased Zhu Di excitedly, making strange screams from time to time, as if Zhu Di was a prey in their hands, and it was already a matter of being inseparable from catching him.

Zhu Di listened to the strange screams of the Tartars in his ears, but a cruel and fierce smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

There were several arcs composed of human walls in front of the Crane Wing Formation. The first arc expanded outward. A row of soldiers holding long halberds looked cold, with a flat halberd in their hands, staring at Zhu Di who was speeding towards him with murderous intent.

As soon as he arrived in front of the formation, Zhu Di beat the horse hard and shouted violently: "Go aside! Don't you know me anymore?"

The soldiers were stunned. When they saw clearly that the horse's back was messy and their armor was ragged. The person who described the extremely embarrassed person as King Yan was actually the King of Yan. Everyone was shocked and immediately took off their halberds and opened a wide avenue that went straight to the center of the array's eyes.

Zhu Di's horse speed did not diminish. He ran towards the commander's tent in the middle of the crane wing formation, shouting: "Stop the Tartars behind! Beat the drum! Pass on Zhang Yu and start the formation!"

A series of military orders were issued, until Zhu Di rode his horse to the commander's tent, before the person dismounted, the shocking war drums were already ringing.

After Zhu Di rushed into the formation, the arc wall behind him had closed. As the various colors of the tyrant flags in the array were dancing, the arc wall and another arc wall that was symmetrical to the right wing moved rapidly. Under the command of the tyrant flag, a pair of large white wings slowly flapped, making the flag dance more and more, the war drums were beating faster and faster, and the wings were flapping faster and faster. The murderous aura gradually took shape and condensed in the formation, and was about to break out.

The nearly ten thousand Tartar vanguards who were chasing Zhu Di were still four or five hundred steps away from the formation. When they heard the sudden sound of war drums. When they looked at the first arc wall formed by more than a hundred Ming soldiers who seemed inconspicuous, they slowly exuded a strange murderous aura. After the battle formation for a long time, the Tartars felt something was wrong and hurriedly stopped the war horse.

"The situation is wrong, let's retreat quickly!" The leading Tartar captain shouted in horror.

Although the Wan*** Army enforced the orders, it was not easy for a huge team to turn their horses in a hurry. Moreover, the command of the Wanwei was too late...

The war drums suddenly became as rapid as raindrops. As the flag was waving, the long halberd of the first arc wall lay flat and pointed directly at the abdomen of the Tartars war horse. The two larger arc walls behind the formation moved quickly, like the wings of the white crane covering the head. As the chaotic footsteps moved, most of the Tartars were magically surrounded.

The ten thousand men of the Tartars were shocked and shouted loudly: "Retreat quickly! This is the Ming army formation! Don't rush hard!"

The Tartars were panicked, and the war horses were neighing. Everyone turned their horses' heads together. The back team changed to the front team and retreated in horror.

At this time, thousands of Yan army light cavalry who shouted "protecting the prince" arrived, blocking the retreat of the Tartars vanguard. Moreover, when the Yan army saw Zhu Di being chased by the Tartars for dozens of miles alone, they had long been red in their eyes. They gathered into a formation more than a mile away and started charging against the Tartars without hesitation...

Behind the Tartars, the crane wing formation under Zhang Yu's command had also been launched, and the left and right wings had formed an encirclement of the Tartars. In the dense battle formation, the Tartars were surrounded by neat shields. The Tartars wanted to break out of the encirclement, but the enclosure was small and the war horses could not charge. The shields, swords and axes could not be cut in. Nearly 10,000 Tartars were like nearly 10,000 pigs surrounded by the Yan army. There was nothing else but roaring.

The heart of the captain gradually sinks to the bottom of the valley. Now he finally realizes that they have fallen into the trap of the Ming army, and what is waiting for them will be annihilation of the entire army...

In the middle of the formation, Zhu Di stood on the high wooden platform. He had taken Zhang Yu's command. Seeing the encirclement gradually formed, the cruel smile on the corner of Zhu Di's mouth became deeper and deeper. A small white flag waved down fiercely, like a soul-suming banner in front of the loess grave, and nearly 10,000 people instantly rushed into boundless hell.

"Annihilate them!" Zhu Di roared sharply.

The shield surrounding the Tartars roared, and sharp spears suddenly pierced from the gaps between the shields. The spears were like vicious and vicious snakes, ruthlessly stabbed at the Tartars riding on the horse. The Tartars were not able to react and were soon dropped off the horse by batches of stabbing and fell heavily on the dusty and sandy ground. The Yan Jun, who was waiting behind the shield, was the right time to raise the sword and fall, ending the Tartars' lives one by one.

This was a one-sided ***. The smell of blood replaced the yellow dust and murderous aura. In front of Shanhaiguan, the Tartars were bleeding into a river. Only the Tartars screamed and the uneasy neighed by the war horses.

The encirclement is gradually shrinking, and the number of deaths of the Tartars is gradually increasing. One hour has passed, and nearly 10,000 Tartars are only a few hundred riders who are struggling in the encirclement, struggling desperately with their swords and axes in their hands, but the despair in their eyes is getting stronger and stronger...

A rotten breath of death spread around the Tartars and lasted for a long time...

The ten thousand men, who were closely guarded by the Tartars, sighed sadly, his eyes were filled with tears, and a team of ten thousand people was brought into a desperate situation by him. Because of his carelessness and stupidity, nearly ten thousand people were completely wiped out by the Ming army. What made him even more uncomfortable was that he could only watch the Mongolian warriors were killed and slaughtered by the Ming army one by one, but they had no way to break through. At this moment, his heart was more painful than death.

The war is no longer suspense, and the defeat of just a few hundred Tartars is decided.

Zhu Di walked off the platform, walked closer to the encirclement with a gloomy face, stood with his hands a hundred steps apart, shouting loudly: "I can't turn the world back, why don't you surrender?"

The soldiers of Yan army outside the circle shouted in unison like a tsunami collapse: "Do not descend? Do you descend?"

The ten thousand men smiled sadly and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, they spoke and sang pastoral songs passed down from generation to generation on the grassland. The songs were low and the desolate sound echoed leisurely on this bloody battlefield, like a sad song before death, making the heart tremble.

Hundreds of Tartars followed in a low voice, Mongolia was tragic and sad, as if telling the difficulties and hardships of life, and the unremitting fighting spirit...

The Yan army soldiers outside the encirclement seemed to be infected by this desolate pastoral song and unconsciously lowered their spear and steel knife.

Seeing the ten thousand men's expression of resolute death, Zhu Di knew that persuading surrender was ineffective, so Zhu Di raised his thick eyebrows and pointed at the Tartars and shouted loudly: "Annihilation all!"

Swish!

Countless spears pierced hundreds of Tartars' bodies in the blink of an eye, and the Tartars fell to the ground with a shaking and thunderous look.

Ten thousand Tartar vanguards were all wiped out, leaving no living gusts. In this battle, the Yan army in the Ming Dynasty won a great victory.

"Cleaning the battlefield right away! The 40,000 main force of the Tartars will arrive soon!" Zhang Yu stood in the blood of Liucheng River, commanding the Yan army to carry the Tartars' bodies and pick up the Tartars' war horses, weapons and leather armor.

Zhu Di stood in front of the commander's tent, looking at the mountain of Tartar corpses with his hands behind his back, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

There was no danger. Fortunately, the careful layout that was destroyed by Xiao Fan was forced back to the original track with his efforts. The layout was still effective. Now I just waited for Gui Lichi to lead the 40,000 main force of the Tatars to Shanhaiguan to die.

When Zhu Di's smile gradually solidified when he thought of the bastard who almost killed him.

Say everyone comes, and say that ghosts come.

A burst of rapid horse hooves came from the front. After a while, a disgusting sound came from Zhu Di's ear that made him grit his teeth.

"Prince! Are you okay? Are you safe and sound? Prince! Are you worried that you will die..."

The voice was full of sincerity and anxiety, but what Zhu Di wanted to do the most now was to pull out his waist knife and slash his head hard.

Zhu Di turned his head and saw Xiao Fan's annoying face looking at him with sweat on his head. He kept looking up and down at him, looking worried and scared, and stroked his chest seriously, as if Zhu Di was chased by the Tartars had nothing to do with him...

Zhu Di gritted his teeth and did something he wanted to do when he was in the capital. This thing has been in his mind, thinking day and night...

clang!
Chapter completed!