The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 336 Heaven Does Not Protect My Prince Liang
"This army is the elite force that has followed me in my campaigns across the country. Their armor and weapons are the best in the army, and their combat power is the strongest. It's just a pity that I only have 20,000 soldiers like this. If only the other soldiers had such combat power!"

King Liang's words to Zalawaermi seemed to be directed at the other generals. These generals frowned, their expressions not particularly pleasant. They also wished for their armies to be stronger, but this was not something they could achieve simply by wishing for it.

In terms of logistics and weaponry, they simply cannot compare with these 20,000 elite troops.

They couldn't even get basic food, so they couldn't do much training, which led to such a significant gap in their army's combat effectiveness. They were extremely angry about this.

Under Modo's command, these elite troops charged madly toward the infantry ranks.

At this moment, Marquis Mu Ying of Xiping looked at Zhu Xiong Ying beside him and said.

"Your Highness, why don't you go back and wait? There are swords clashing here. If anything happens to you, I really won't be able to explain it to His Majesty and His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Zhu Xiong Ying shook his head after hearing this.

"My affairs are none of your business. All you need to do is win this battle!"

"I'll stay right here and watch!"

Hearing that the Crown Prince Zhu Xiong Ying was standing with them in this place, the Ming Dynasty officials were very excited. Few princes could stand on the same side as Zhu Xiong Ying. Their thoughts were much more intense than before.

Marquis Mu Ying of Xiping was also very excited. He saw the shadow of Zhu Yuanzhang in Zhu Xiong Ying, as well as the shadow of Crown Prince Zhu Biao.

As expected of the Crown Prince, he is indeed the most suitable person to inherit that position.

At this moment, Marquis Mu Ying of Xiping directed the actions of his soldiers.

The Liang King's cavalry charged forward, and the first volley of musketeers fired in unison, instantly felling the first rank of soldiers to the ground.

However, these cavalrymen showed no intention of retreating; instead, they continued their attack, knowing full well that the Ming army's muskets could only fire once.

They could guarantee that they would rush in front of them and cut off their heads before those muskets fired again.

After the gunshot rang out, the remaining men rushed forward frantically.

However, to their surprise, the gun fired again just a few breaths after the first shot.

Only then did they realize that the Ming army was not firing all at once, but rather in several rows firing in succession.

This resulted in very short gaps in the defenses, and their army made several consecutive charges, but it was virtually impossible for them to break through.

A deafening roar was heard, and the cannons behind began to unleash their power.

The shells landed in front of the enemy, creating a huge crater.

This startled them; they had seen those firearms before.

Never before had anything possessed such terrifying power as what lay before them; only now did they realize how much the strength of the Ming Dynasty had increased.

Zhu Xiong Ying had long ago improved the gunpowder formula and the production of these firearms, so the power of the fire is now much stronger than before.

Modo's face was grim as he considered retreating. Just then, he suddenly saw the ugly expression on King Liang's face on the city wall.

He sighed. Given the King of Liang's character, how could he possibly allow him to retreat? Thinking this, he gritted his teeth and ordered his troops to continue the attack, amidst a series of fierce battles behind them.

His troops fell to the ground piece by piece, now piled up like a small mountain.

The cannons continued to roar, and even the Ming army began to advance step by step, but they had no choice but to retreat back into the city.

King Liang's face turned extremely ugly. After the generals below him reported the losses, he flew into a rage.

"Damn it, you were defeated without even touching a single enemy hair! You're all a bunch of useless trash!"

"They even lost more than half of their soldiers! These were my most elite troops! Men, drag Modo away and behead him!"

Upon hearing this, the generals hurriedly pleaded for his life.

“Your Highness, this is absolutely unacceptable. No matter what, General Mo Duo is a general who is skilled in battle. This battle can only be attributed to the enemy’s cunning. General Mo Duo cannot be blamed!”

"Why not keep him here and let him atone for his crimes through good deeds!"

Of course, King Liang did not really intend to kill Zhalawami. After all, he was one of his most trusted generals. With that in mind, he accepted the situation.

"Since so many people are pleading for you, you may be spared the death penalty, but you will not escape punishment. Guards, drag him out and give him eighty lashes!"

The crowd's expressions were rather grim. Eighty strokes of the military rod wouldn't kill General Modo, but he probably wouldn't recover for a while.

At this moment, a general standing nearby said with a somewhat grim expression.

"Your Highness, what should we do next? We don't have much food left in our city; we only have enough to last us three days!"

It turns out that King Liang had been marching at breakneck speed all this time, so the food supplies couldn't keep up at all.

Therefore, they did not have much food in the city this time.

The convoy that was supposed to transport the grain was supposed to arrive today, but given the current situation, even if it did, it wouldn't reach them.

At this moment, King Liang sighed as he looked at his advisors.

"Sir, it's all my fault. I should have listened to you. I regret not heeding your teachings. Please, sir, save our lives!"

The aide sighed upon hearing this. If it were before, he might have had some ideas, but now that things had developed to this point, he didn't know what to do.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I don't know what to do about this matter. The entire Ming army is gathered in this one place. Their muskets are extremely powerful, and their cannons are also very strong!"

"If we charge in headfirst, even if all our troops are sacrificed, we might not be able to break through. Our only hope is that it will rain soon!"

"Only when it rains here, and their anger is rendered useless, can we break through!"

Upon hearing this, King Liang, Bazalawarmi, became somewhat anxious.

Although it rains frequently in the south, no one knows when the next rain will come. They are running out of food. If it doesn't rain, won't they be at the mercy of others?

(End of this chapter)