Zhu Yun Yun imagined that heart palpitating yet fervent image in his mind, so much so that his voice, as he read the report, was shaking a little.

Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, both Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, and those veteran generals with graying temples among his ministers were all solemn, with veins hidden on their foreheads.

"It was in the late afternoon, and the enemy army came overwhelmingly, as if ........."

Despite knowing that this was a short report, the plain text still gave Zhu Yunzhang a great shock, and just as he read it in a trembling voice, Zhu Yuanzhang's figure quietly walked to his side.

A pale and broad hand was placed on Zhu Yunzhang's shoulder. The latter looked back, a pale but resolute and strong face.

"Da Sun, don't panic, stabilize your mind!"

Instantly, the old man's gaze gave Zhu Yun Yun strength, making him no longer panic due to excitement, and the heavy report of the victory in his hand, read more and more smoothly.

"It's like a continuous rainstorm, there is nowhere for me to avoid ........."

Rumble, rumble.

At the forefront of the Daming position, the enemy cavalry was getting closer and closer.

The countless cavalry were like locusts roaming the sky, sending shivers down one's spine.

This was only part of the 30,000 or so Northern Yuan cavalry, if 30,000 poured in, it would be even more shocking.

The charging cavalry suddenly split into two on the way, one attacking the front. The other one tore from the side.

Dang dang dang dang! Daming's war drums also became more and more urgent, the soldiers' gripped their weapons tightly in their hands and looked at the onslaught of torrents with icy cold eyes.

"Bah!"

An officer in his thirties spat towards the palm of his hand.

His naive face like an old farmer then instantly became hideous as he swished and drew out the battle sword at his waist.

The battle sword pointed in the direction of the sky, and a hiss came out of his mouth, "Crossbow!"

Creak creak creak!

In the square formation, in the gap between the lancers at the very front of the line, three or five soldiers as a group desperately used their rocking arms to pull the thick bowstring, followed by crossbow arrows the thickness of an adult man's arm, which were placed in the firing slot.

This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the Han people for thousands of years, let the steppe hu people scared of the three crossbows.

"Go miles!" The Daming officer hissed, "Release!"

Whirring and buzzing!

Amidst the two squares of nearly ten thousand men, countless thick black shadows whistled out in the solidified air, rushing towards the cavalrymen who came overwhelmingly with deathly whistles and violent spins.

Bang, bang, blood-colored flowers began to bloom on the yellow sandy ground outside the plug.

The speeding crossbow arrows penetrated into the middle of the Hu people's cavalry, instantly turning into skewers of meat. Amidst the screams, an uncountable number of enemies wailed and fell off their horses, turning into pieces under the hooves of their own kind.

And the Ming army from the beginning to the end did not have to appreciate the results of their battle, the square formation of those soldiers who control the guns and crossbows lowered their heads, sweating, mouth cursing fuck, mechanical loading, loading arrows.

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Bang, bang, buzz!

The whistling sound of Daming's guns and crossbows was the death knell of the Hu people's cavalry.

Being hit by the arm-thick crossbow arrows, countless horses and men were torn apart on the spot.

A galloping horse, which was kicking furiously one second, suddenly shattered from its chest into a blur of flesh and blood the next.

Rumble, rumble!

However, the enemy cavalry ranks, without the slightest panic, came closer.

A young man with a sparse beard on his mouth and in his early twenties at most, drew a heavy bow one man high in the middle of the Daming's square formation.

This is the bow of the Han people, tall and strong people use it. It breaks armor and kills, and is invulnerable.

Beside him, countless strong men, shoulder to shoulder, first inserted their arrow branches into the yellow sand, and then drew their heavy bows as he did, with the momentum of a full moon.

"Arrows!"

Whoosh!

The rain of arrows in the sky was like stars falling, in the direction of the Yuan cavalry's charge, countless arrows were thrown up into the sky, the whistling arrows reached their highest point in the sky, then the triangular arrows rotated and whistled as they fell in the direction of the enemy's advance.

Poof, poof, poof!

The charging cavalrymen fell like ears of wheat being blown by a gale, and amidst the mournful roars of the warhorses, the sharp arrows of the Ming army penetrated the fragile leather armor of the Hu people without mercy.

"Pull!"

The archers shouted a rhythmic call, one arrow after another.

Your warhorses are like locusts, covering the sky.

Our bows and arrows were like shooting stars, cutting through the sky.

Countless cavalrymen fell under the bows and arrows, but at this moment, those cavalrymen were less than a hundred paces away from Daming's square formation.

"Warriors, charge over and trample them to death!" Among the vanguard cavalry of the Yuan army, the Hu general with braided hair hissed loudly.

But in the next second, his hideous face was fixed.

Only to see that in the square formation of the Ming army, suddenly rolled out, a black and cold cannon barrel.

The robust Ming soldiers, grasping the round projectile with one hand, stuffed it into the cannon's chamber.

Behind the back side of the cannon, the torch-wielding Ming soldiers grinned hideously, and white smoke rose up.

Boom!

An explosion like the opening of the sky, countless white smoke and dust made a big noise.

In the Ming army's position, ten thousand cannons fired in unison.

Whistling projectiles in the advancing Yuan cavalry, hit a bloody death channel, all over the yellow sand above, all the crimson blood and broken limbs.

Not only the artillery, but even more horrifying were the rockets that would explode.

Charging Yuan troops were horrified to see that the square boxes with arrows as round as fists shot swiftly, swishing chirping sound, exploding on their side.

The artillery, the rockets formed a flaming curtain of bullets in front of the Yuan army.

At the same time, both bows and arrows and bed crossbows were also adjusted at an angle and shot straight at their faces, all over the place.

But even so, the brave cavalrymen were still charging.

However, just as they were about to charge into the Ming army square one step away from the yellow sandy ground appeared one after another almost invisible small pits, the warhorse's slender legs stepped on the pits, and the huge impact instantly made the warhorse's tendons break, and threw down the cavalrymen on their horses.

"Retreat first, retreat first!" The Yuan generals turned their horses around.

They started retreating a step away from the Ming army's position, leaving behind only a field of corpses.

"Heh!" On the hill, sitting on his horse, Lan Yu sneered disdainfully, "Retreating like this? What a fucking weasel giving birth to a child, a litter is worse than a litter, defeat!"

Said, reaching out, "Wine!"

The soldier comes forward with a bowl of wine, "Marshal!"

Lan Yu looks ahead, "Go and sprinkle it in front of the formation, give those Hu people who died in battle a ride!"

"Here!"

The young private roared loudly, holding the wine bowl in both hands and taking steady steps.

In the distance, the enemy's cavalry regrouped at the place where they had launched their onslaught, gnashing their teeth at the Ming army's square formation.

At this moment, the young cavalryman had already stepped out of the Ming army's square formation and walked in front of a wailing warhorse.

His young face was filled with rigidity.

The bowl of wine in his hand slowly tilted.

With a clatter, the bowl of wine, spilled onto the yellow sand outside the plug.

"By order of the Marshal, send you on your way!"

Then, tens of thousands of Daming men shouted hysterically and frantically.

"Send you all on your way!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The soldiers let out roars of invitation to battle

"Hahaha!" Lan Yu was on the hill, letting out a loud laugh.

The meeting place of the Yuan cavalry, under the Yuan character flag.

The leader of the Yuan army wearing a golden helmet had a frosty face, he was in his early forties, the age when a man reaches the peak of his body and mind, and his name was Hargüe.

As a descendant of the golden family, Ali Bugeo, he had always been proud of the warriors under his command and his family name.

But today, he was humiliated by the Ming army.

Even though, in his more than twenty years of campaigning, he had been humiliated by the Ming army many times.

But he still felt a heart-rending anger.

"Yue Lu Timur!" Hargou sneered at one of the generals beside him, "Are the sons and daughters under your command all pussies?"

The man called Yue Lu Timur was in his early fifties, with slender fox-like eyes; he had been an officer of the Great Ming, but he had eventually rebelled, rebelling back to the side of his own people.

"I'll lead the charge myself!" Yue Lu Timur said softly and rolled onto his warhorse.