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

Chapter 338 The Edge of the Army in the Rain

In the pouring rain, King Liang personally led his troops out of the city in a grand procession.

King Liang stood at the front, looking at the soldiers under his command, and spoke.

"Brothers, we've been caught in the enemy's economic trap and are surrounded in this city, but Heaven hasn't abandoned us. Today, it's raining heavily, and their firearms are no longer effective!"

"The Ming army is only good at firearms. In other aspects, they are no match for us. Brothers, follow me and charge out to show these Ming people what's what!"

When King Liang learned of this news, he was extremely excited.

The firearms of the Ming Dynasty are now useless.

They could then escape this horrible place, and the thought filled everyone with excitement.

It seemed that all the frustration he had been holding back during this period had turned into a driving force, propelling him straight out.

When they reached the outside, they saw the Ming army with muskets and cannons watching them.

Seeing this, King Liang looked at Zalawaermi with disdain.

These guys are really crazy. These firearms are useless to them now, yet they still dare to point them at him.

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly.

"Brothers, ignore them! Those things are just for show. It's raining now, so they're useless. Let's charge in and take them down!"

King Liang spurred the troops under Zhalawami's command to charge forward madly.

Then a loud bang was heard, and a cannon fired a shell, creating a huge crater.

The enormous sound completely stunned King Liang, Zalawarmi.

How could that be? Their artillery should be completely useless at this point.

What exactly happened? It must be a coincidence.

However, before he could finish speaking, a series of loud rumbling sounds were heard.

The emperor seemed to be trembling incessantly, and the cannons continued to roar like thunder as always.

The soldiers looked at Liang Wang Bazalawami with puzzled expressions, seemingly wondering why these men's cannons were still useful.

King Liang's face was extremely grim; he had no idea what was going on.

At this moment, on a mountain not far away, Zhu Xiong Ying, Marquis of Xiping Mu Ying, and Marquis of Dingyuan Wang Bi stood on the mountain, looking at the magnificent scene below.

"As expected, they will launch an attack. It seems they anticipated that our artillery would become useless at this time. Unfortunately, they miscalculated!"

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

At this moment, King Liang, Bazalawami, also didn't know what had happened. He looked at his advisors and said angrily.

"Didn't you say their firearms became ineffective in the rain? What's going on here?!"

Hearing this, the staff member felt very wronged.

Normally, Ming Dynasty firearms were completely incompatible with water.

Therefore, their strength is greatly reduced when encountering rainy weather, which is something they all acknowledge. How could such a big change suddenly occur?

"This, this I don't know what's going on either. Maybe the Ming Dynasty's firearms have changed and are no longer afraid of water!" Liang Wang Bazalawarmi thought to himself, "Useless."

Now that they have broken through, if they are driven back now, his men will probably lose confidence.

"Brothers, we absolutely cannot give up! This is our only chance to break out. Let's charge straight out in one fell swoop. As long as we break out, these Ming people won't be able to do anything to us!"

However, these soldiers, staring at the dark gun barrels in front of them, had long since lost all will to resist.

After all, we had been killed so badly by this weapon before.

Before long, their vanguard could no longer hold out and fled into the city in disarray.

Left with no other choice, King Liang had no choice but to retreat with his troops.

At this moment, the Ming army pressed forward, charging with their firearms while simultaneously transporting cannons.

King Liang hurriedly led his soldiers to resist.

The battle raged into the night, and with the city on the verge of falling, King Liang, Bazalawarmi, was extremely anxious.

They directly transferred their most elite reserve troops.

Seeing this army, he felt a pang of heartache for these soldiers, who were all elite Mongolian troops he had brought from the north.

Moreover, these people are incomparable in combat power; every one used is one less available.

He generally wouldn't use this army on the battlefield unless it was an extremely critical situation, but the current situation was just too dire, and he couldn't care less about anything else.

Sure enough, with the addition of this army, their revitalization has become much more stable. These soldiers are excellent archers and extremely skilled in combat. It did not take long for them to stabilize the battle line.

To prevent his troops from suffering too many losses, Marquis Mu Ying of Xiping directly ordered a retreat. When the soldiers heard the order to retreat, they were all very dissatisfied.

They had finally pushed the battlefield to the city walls and were about to capture it when suddenly a group of soldiers appeared, blocking their advance.

At this moment, the grandson of the emperor, Zhu Xiong Ying, stepped forward and looked at the soldiers.

"My lords, I know your bravery, but it is a waste to squander your precious lives in this meaningless siege. Your expedition should be to conquer the entire southwest, including Dali, Dai Viet, Champa, and even the Khmer Empire!"

"Rest assured, not in this small city, the enemy will surely be defeated. They will surrender in no time. My lords, do you believe in me?"

The soldiers nodded after hearing this.

If it were anyone else, they might not believe it, but the person in front of them was the Crown Prince Zhu Xiong Ying.

Zhu Xiong Ying's credibility throughout the Ming Empire was beyond question.

Upon hearing this, all the generals immediately fell silent and stopped expressing any further thoughts.

Seeing the extraordinary unity of the entire scene, even the Marquis of Xiping, Mu Ying, and the Marquis of Dingyuan, Wang Bi, who had been leading the troops, were extremely shocked.

It's surprising that the Grandson Zhu Xingying has such a high reputation among the soldiers in the southwest, even though he has only been in charge of the military for a short time.

He is indeed a born king, far superior to them.

By this time, King Liang had completely defeated Zalawarmi's spirit after this battle.

During this time, he kept fantasizing that if a heavy rain could occur, it would definitely change the course of the battle.

(End of this chapter)