In Hongwu, we started as rebels

Chapter 707 The Advance of the Grassland People
How could the grassland people have bypassed the elite reinforcements and come here?
This was the first thought that popped into Baturuhan's mind, and it was also his doubt.

Could it be that Mengge Timur colluded with Bayan and others?
Do they want to use the people of the grasslands to get rid of themselves?
This was the idea that came to Baturuhan!
However, he quickly made up his mind about this idea!

Because as the distance gets closer,
He could see the fierce charge of these grassland people, and he could also see their slightly dirty armor.

He would never believe that these steppe people had broken through Menggetemur's defenses.
I came to the front lines because it was impossible.

He asked himself, even if the Jurchen elites were weaker than the steppe people, they shouldn't be this weak.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

His face turned red, and his pupils shook violently.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and roared out a sentence:

"Traitors! They're all traitors!!!"

The surrounding generals and steppe people did not understand what the king was saying.
But they knew they were now facing a pincer attack, and the situation was critical!
"king!"

A piercing scream woke Baturuhan.

He quickly regained his composure, deciding that he had to face the immediate predicament first, no matter what.

As long as he can leave this place, he will have a chance to turn things around and get revenge in the future!
A ruthless glint flashed in Batu Luhan's eyes as he coldly gave the order:
"The rear guard was to meet the enemy, and all able-bodied men in the camp were mobilized to hold them off."

The elite vanguard will continue to encircle and kill the Ming army's elite forces, eliminating one side of the enemy first!

Baturuhan made a quick judgment.

The surrounding generals quickly realized that this was the best solution at the moment.

If we truly find ourselves in a situation where we are attacked from both sides,
They are doomed to defeat!

The generals did not feign compliance and quickly began to carry out the orders.

Everyone in the entire camp sprang into action.

Whether infantry or cavalry,
They all charged into the mountains and up the hillsides, trying to stop the invading grassland people.

Huang Yingzhi, who was inside the encirclement, had an absurd look on her face.

Even though he racked his brains trying to figure out who the person who had come before was,

But I never expected them to be grassland people?

The grassland people came to our aid at such a critical moment.
Was it to save their Ming Dynasty? Obviously not!
Although Huang Yingzhi couldn't understand it
But this did not prevent him from being invigorated, nor did it prevent the morale of the soldiers from soaring.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend; now the steppe people have become friends of the Ming army.

Although it was absurd, the soldiers showed no mercy.
Taking advantage of the Jurchens' momentary lapse in concentration, they launched an attack without hesitation!
The thunderous sound of horses' hooves preceded the Jurchens' reaction.

The long sword had already swung down, heads were raised high, blood splattered, and morale soared once again!
"Brothers, we will definitely win this time!"

Huang Yingzhi propped herself up and stood up.

Despite bleeding all over his body, he could no longer feel it.

Flesh and blood had become stuck to the clothes.
Even the slightest movement causes a pulling sensation.

But strangely, he felt no pain at all.
At this moment, he felt nothing but excitement!
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yingzhi changed into a warhorse that was still in good condition.
Once again, he charged ahead at the forefront.

The atmosphere was even more tragic than before, even somewhat heroic!
Baturuhan showed no mercy, leading his elite troops in a fierce battle against the Ming army.

Time seems to pass especially quickly on the battlefield.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, just as Baturuhan was in the midst of fierce fighting, a shrill scream came from behind:

"My lord, we can't hold them off! The steppe people are charging down!"

Baturuhan clashed swords with a Ming soldier.

The immense recoil caused his hand to split open, bleeding profusely.

Upon hearing this news, he was momentarily stunned.

Chi Yun, who was opposite him, keenly seized the opportunity when he was distracted.
He charged in from the side, his spear thrusting fiercely!
As the spear was about to reach his chest, a surge of joy welled up in his eyes.

But Baturuhan, worthy of being called the fiercest warrior of the Jurchens, still managed to react in the life-or-death crisis.

He turned his body to the side and forcefully blocked the spear with his arm and chest.

Then he suddenly fell off his warhorse, using the force to pull Chi Yun off the horse as well!

However, he did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but instead immediately mounted his horse and slowly retreated, wrapped up by his personal guards.

He looked at the battlefield behind him, his pupils contracting to their maximum.

How can it be?

It was clear from their sight that the elite Jurchen troops were utterly vulnerable.
They charged forward in droves, only to be scattered and divided in an instant, and then swiftly slaughtered!

The majority of the thousand-strong force charged forward, but was almost immediately divided into smaller teams of ten or even dozens of people each.

But those grassland people...

He often outnumbered his people, swarming them and overwhelming them in an instant.

When they dispersed again, their people were already lying in pools of blood.

For some reason, Baturuhan felt a sense of fear.

The grassland people before him were killing people so fast, and their battle formations were so exquisite, it was like a traditional opera he had ever seen.

His own soldiers charged forward.
Like cattle and sheep being slaughtered step by step, they had no ability to resist.

He also discovered that, no matter when,
It seemed that his own people were fighting three against one, to the point that even the bravest warriors could not fight against four hands with two fists.

What kind of tactics is this?
For the first time, Baturuhan felt lost.

He believed he had thoroughly studied the Ming dynasty's tactics.

They also had some knowledge of the fighting tactics of the steppe people.

But now, what is this?
When did the grassland people become so powerful?

While they were pondering, the front line pushed forward by nearly a mile, leaving behind a field of corpses and severed limbs.

Baturuhan seemed to see locusts swarming over the wheat field, and they rushed over in an instant, squandering all the rice and wheat ears in the field.

And now, these ears of wheat and rice are his own soldiers.

He knew he couldn't let things continue like this in the rear.

"The elite vanguard, continue to hold off the Ming army. The rest of you, follow me to the rear guard and meet the enemy!"

Baturuhan led more than two thousand elite vanguard troops to charge towards the rear.

As he walked, his expression grew increasingly strange, and his mind became more and more absurd.

As the distance closed, he took in the exquisite tactics of these cavalrymen.

Every time it's three against one, every single time it's three against one.

There was even a rotation among the three of them, as flexible as two hands and two arms.

His people were repeatedly attacked by the enemy here, and were powerless to fight back.

If you're only concerned with what's in front, you can't take care of what's behind.

They could only worry about their own lives, not their warhorses, and were treated like piglets, completely at their mercy.

"How to do?"

As Baturuhan charged forward, he pondered how to defeat the enemy.

The only solution he could think of was to gather enough troops.

One charge, and the enemy has no chance to divide the battlefield.

But where does he get so many soldiers now?

However, the battlefield situation left him no time to think.

The front camp was only two li away, and in a short while he arrived at the rear camp, where he saw the grassland people rushing up from all over the mountains and heard the desperate cries of his people:
"Backup! Men, we can't hold out here!"

"kill--"

The shouts of battle ceased abruptly; heads had all been chopped off.
"Brothers, let's assemble and defeat the enemy."

Soldiers gathered from all directions and charged forward.
They would be slaughtered in an instant, which would further weaken their morale.

"This can't go on like this."

Baturuhan astutely recognized the situation.

In this situation, even if he led his troops into battle, he would not have a good ending.

He decisively gave the order:
"Everyone back to camp, hold the fort firmly, and no one is allowed to charge outwards!"

For some reason, as the military order was issued,

A collective sigh of relief seemed to emanate from all sides of the battlefield, and the atmosphere eased somewhat.

Immediately afterwards, the Jurchens who had just left the camp rushed back in droves.
The lack of organization and the chaotic formation caused Baturuhan's face to darken.

He looked at the messenger beside him and gave the order in a deep voice:

"Order the vanguard: if they cannot complete the encirclement and annihilation of the Ming army within a quarter of an hour, then retreat back to the camp and defend it!"

"Yes!"

The messenger's voice was loud, filled with surprise and bewilderment.

what happened?
Why did the situation, which was originally one of taking the initiative, suddenly turn into one of being passive and having to defend the camp in less than half an hour?
The soldiers, like him, were surprised, but their movements were faster than ever before. The soldiers who had surged out from the rear camp immediately retreated.

As the rearguard soldiers fought desperately to block the grassland people, the rear gate of the village was suddenly slammed shut!

Long spears emerged from the pre-drilled holes.
The walls of the entire rear village resembled a hedgehog, exuding a stern and imposing aura.

Despite this, morale has already begun to wane.

Defense is inherently a sign of being at a disadvantage.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"What should I do? How should I know what to do?"

Baturuhan's face contorted in a ferocious expression, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Send men out from the east and west sides of the camp and rush to the rear to see what Meng Ge and his men are up to!"

"Yes!"

Baturuhan looked at the steppe people who had stopped their attack and were beginning to gather ahead, and for a moment he was unsure of what to do.

Did Meng Ge collude with the grassland people to bury him here?
"Perhaps, Bayan and Meng Ge really were defeated head-on?"

This idea came to Baturuhan's mind.
He shuddered and quickly shook his head.

If this is the result
Then he would be completely finished, and the three Jurchen tribes would never be able to recover.

Compared to that, he felt that it was more acceptable for Meng Ge to collude with the grassland people to get rid of him.
At least the Jianzhou Jurchens will have a new leader.

Outside the Jurchen camp, Lu Yunyi slowly emerged from the bundles of soldiers.

He was also wearing armor dyed a dark yellow color at this moment.
With some camouflage and the scimitar on his warhorse, he looked exactly like a grassland general.

Looking at the partition gate of the Jurchen camp, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
After walking several miles and fighting their way through, they finally came across a decent camp.

Unfortunately, the vanguard camp stands here all alone.
Its forces numbered only a few thousand, making it a target that could be breached at any time.

He took the telescope, his gaze sweeping over the Jurchen camp to the Ming army still engaged in battle, his brow furrowed.

The devastation was beyond imagination, especially when he saw the intact gate and camp of Lingchuanpo, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Why leave the camp to fight the enemy when it's perfectly fine?
Working so hard, it seems they're leaving themselves no way out.
Lu Yunyi concluded that something must have happened in the Ming army camp.
This forced Tianjin Wei to fight back and leave its camp to confront the enemy.

"Sir, something's not right."

Wu Fulu rushed over from the side and also asked the same question:
"Why aren't you defending your camp? Why are you coming out to fight?"

Upon hearing this, the assembled generals wiped the blood from their faces and also realized something was amiss.

Especially the warhorses and corpses scattered everywhere,
It's heartbreaking to see; how many people must have died.

Lu Yunyi did not answer the question, but instead looked towards the Jurchen camp.

Through the telescope, it can be seen that the partition gate of the back village is not sturdy.
There wasn't even a corridor left for people to stand in above.

There were only two arrow towers standing to one side, which could only accommodate a dozen or so soldiers.
Such a camp is easily defeated.

"All troops, prepare yourselves! We will breach the camp in 15 minutes!"

"Zhang Huai'an and Li Guangyuan, the two will go first!"

"Yes!"

The two men were startled, realizing that this was an opportunity for them to make a contribution, and their eyes instantly turned red.

"The rest of you, patrol left and right. If any enemy leaves the camp, kill them!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers began to move quickly.

The entire assembled army was instantly broken up into smaller units.

They swarmed towards the entire Jurchen camp like locusts!
"My lord, shall we make some contact with Tianjin?"

Feng Yunfang walked up from the side and tentatively asked a question.

He added:

"My lord, although we are now covered in armor, there's no guarantee they won't notice."

Lu Yunyi looked down at his khaki armor and laughed:
"We don't need to contact each other for now. Some things don't need to be said explicitly; we can just understand each other without saying a word."

"Yes!"

Tell Zhang Huai'an and the others that Baturuhan must not be killed; he must be captured alive.
As for missing limbs or anything like that, it doesn't matter.

Send someone back to tell Tuoluhuchaer and Azashili.
"Do not kill any of the generals from the three Jurchen tribes; arrest them all."

"Yes!" Feng Yunfang ran off quickly.

At Lingshanpo camp, the Ming army, after the Jurchens retreated, had just left.

They also retreated back to their camp.

Because they didn't know whether these powerful steppe people in front of them were friend or foe!
Upon returning to the camp, the gates were tightly shut, and the soldiers collapsed to the ground.

Only then did the pain surge up, causing them to wail in agony.

Huang Yingzhi stood leaning against the gate, unable to move.

With the slightest movement, the dried lining shifted.
This will aggravate the existing wound, causing a tearing pain!

"Quickly, get onto the stockade wall and help me up!"

"General, let the army doctor treat you."

"At your command!!"

Huang Yingzhi roared, his expression ferocious.

The guards immediately fell silent, and several of them hurriedly helped him up the stockade wall.
This was accompanied by constant gasps of shock.
Soon, Huang Yingzhi, who had arrived at the top, took the telescope without saying a word.
Looking ahead at the "grassland people"

Because of the distance, he could see these people making attack plans for the Jurchen camp.

But I still couldn't see their faces.

All I could see was a blurry, yellowish skin.

"How could this be? Who could it be?"

Huang Yingzhi was puzzled.

The view was fixed on a group of people surrounding a tall and imposing general on the hillside!

To his astonishment, the general held something in his hands as if he were holding it in front of his eyes.
Huang Yingzhi suddenly had a feeling that the person was watching her!

He quickly moved the telescope away, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He tried to see with his naked eye, but there was only a blurry expanse and mountains mixed with white and green.
When he took out his binoculars again, the dozen or so people had disappeared on the hillside.

"Are they one of our own?"

An idea suddenly popped into Huang Yingzhi's mind, startling her and making her perk up.

But the ensuing questions made him fall into deep thought.

Why would our own people be behind the grassland people?
Has the Jurchen rear guard been breached?

His expression grew increasingly absurd as he recalled Baturuhan's bizarre return to aid them.
Whether they are from the grasslands or their own people,
Both of these are quite shocking.
"My lord, look! They're about to breach the camp!" a guard beside him shouted.

You can see that the grassland people have occupied both sides of the road, and more people are gathering towards the back village.

Although we can't see what they're doing
But they knew exactly what they were doing, because they themselves had done it countless times.

"kindness"

Huang Yingzhi gripped the extended piece of wood tightly with his hands, his heart pounding with tension.

At this moment, Chi Yun, covered in blood, rushed over.
His long hair was loose and exposed, and the howling cold wind had frozen it stiff.

"My lord, is it possible?"

"The rear stronghold should be easier to breach than the front stronghold; we should be able to succeed."
However, the Jurchens are not easy to deal with; we'll have to wait and see.

Huang Yingzhi was also somewhat unsure.

"Shall we attack the front camp?"

Chi Yun asked a question that everyone present wanted to know.
We don't know whether the grassland people in front of us are friend or foe. Should we go and help them?
"Do not leave the camp! The Jurchens surrounding the camp have not yet withdrawn!"

Everyone present was taken aback.
They almost forgot that Jurchen people were gathered around the camp!
Just as they were lost in thought, a violent explosion suddenly rang out.

Everyone shuddered and looked ahead in a panic.

Thick smoke billowed from behind the Jurchen camp ahead, as if something had been set on fire!

Immediately afterwards, they could hear the Jurchens shouting in panic.

You can also see the grassland people gathering behind them rushing in like a swarm of bees.
Everyone was momentarily bewildered:
"The stronghold has already been breached?"

Holding the telescope, Huang Yingzhi could see even more clearly and was filled with excitement.

"That's right, that's right! They're one of our own!"

(End of this chapter)