"The Yuan traitors' initial charge was repulsed by our Ming army's firearms. But after a little while ......."

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Zhu Yun was still reading aloud, and his side, from the Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang to those veteran ministers who had fought all their lives, formed a circle and listened quietly.

"After a little while, the thief chief Yue Lu Timur himself came with his troops, nearly ten thousand cavalry charging on three sides, covering the sky ........"

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang bellowed, "Slaughter that traitorous villain!"

If you look down on the battlefield from the sky at this moment, the inverted zigzag Ming army position is like a lone boat on the sea, bumping and undulating in the midst of a raging storm.

Countless, really countless.

The strange screaming cavalry killed in the roiling yellow sand. On all sides they were everywhere in.

At the officers' call, the square position turned into a circle while firing.

Crossbows, bows and arrows, artillery.

Above the yellow sand, blood was scattered with the wind.

But this time the enemy was coming from all directions, and the Ming army's firearms were difficult to concentrate.

Swishing and swishing, the riders on horseback followed the rhythm of the warhorses, drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

The Ming generals put up their shields to protect their heads and faces, and the sporadic arrows passed through the gaps in the shields.

The fallen Ming army men gritted their teeth without letting out any cries of pain, snapping the arrows off in their armor and continuing to stand up.

"Da Ming!"

A young male, blood on his neck, moistening, his mouth let out a final roar before he rounded his eyes and collapsed unwillingly.

Miso, Lan Yu stood up from the matzah.

Taking large strides, he walked to the edge of the military drum and pushed away the soldier who was a little off his feet from drumming.

With his robust arm, he picked up the sledgehammer that was beating the drum.

Dang!

Knock knock!

Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum! (This is a picture, not water!)

The desert wind is picking up, and the yellow sand is blowing against his weathered face.

In the knife-like winds outside the plug, Lan Yu did not wear a helmet, full of hair fluttering with the wind, like a roaring lion.

Dang dang dang dang!

The sound of the drums was like a storm, the drums were like thunder in the sky.

Lan Yu opened his mouth and shouted along with the drums.

"Sons, kill the captives!"

"Put up your guns!"

In the Ming army's position, the officers shouted in unison at the moment the enemy's cavalry was about to crash.

On the ground, the ten-foot-long lances that had been set aside were erected like a forest.

Ka-ching!

The enemy's warhorse crashed into the Ming army's forest of lances.

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The lance was broken by the tremendous impact, and a huge hideous bloody hole appeared in the chest of the warhorse.

Or the rider on the warhorse was pierced by the lance and killed on the spot.

Boom!

This was the roar made by the cavalry crashing into the infantry square.

The galloping warhorse crashed into several Ming soldiers on the spot.

The scimitar of the knight on the horse grazed the neck of the Ming men.

Blood and heads flew into the sky.

"Niang Ah!"

This was the heart-rending cry of the soldier who was knocked away, after his sternum shattered.

"Kill the Tartars!"

This was the officer, doing his best to maintain the line under the cavalry onslaught.

Under the lances of the Ming army, the Yuan army suffered heavy deaths and injuries. Individual Yuan troops rushed into the square formation of the Ming army, but after losing speed, they were ripped off their horses by the roaring Ming army.

The young soldiers frantically waved their iron axes in their hands like they were working in the fields with their fathers in their childhood, desperately grubbing at the enemy's body.

"Da Ming!"

With a roar, a group of robust elites of the Ming army killed out from the queue with spears in hand, stabbing straight at the knights on their horses.

The Yuan army charging in all directions was like a wave, but the circular square formation of the Ming army was a stalwart reef in the midst of the wave.

Bang Bang!

Some short cannons in the square formation started firing.

Countless fragments of iron sand came out of the gun chambers, pervasive.

"A!" The Yuan troops whose bodies were encrusted with shrapnel fell off their horses and screamed.

In the next second, the sturdy Ming army smashed his head with a hammer.

Between heaven and earth, it was the most primitive, blood and flesh combat.

The Ming troops were like hedgehogs, responding to the claws and teeth of the steppe wolves.

The circular squares were in the shape of rings, like onions layer after layer.

Each layer that the Yuan cavalry pivoted away from had to sting with tears.

Moreover, because there were too many charging cavalry, the grounding ground was too small the battlefield seemed extraordinarily crowded, and the cavalry gradually lost speed.

Both sides turned into a melee, whoever let go first, whoever lost.

However, it is impossible for Daming to loose their breath.

This is a place of death, they came here to fight to the death.

"Marshal!" The young private ran, "On the flanks, thousands of Yuan troops rolled over and dismounted, charging towards us!"

Thud!

Lan Yu struck the last note and handed the drum hammer to someone else.

"Pu-culture!"

"I am here!" A young general in his twenties appeared.

The young general's brows were all heroic, and his armor outlined perfect lines on his body.

"Take the men and push them down!" Lan Yu ordered.

"Here!"

Watching the young general, leaving with his elite armor, Lan Yu yells at his back, "Pu Ibu, don't disgrace your father's reputation!"

Pu Cu's body paused, then took a deep breath and raised the iron bones in his hand, "Men of the Great Ming, fight to the death!"

He then led thousands of elite foot soldiers and stormed from above.

What he shouted was the same slogan his father used to shout.

Pu Cultural Marquis of Xiliang, son of Duke Pu Ying of Lelang.

In the 20th year of the Hongwu era, he followed the northern expedition of Generals Feng Sheng and Lan Yu, when the Northern Yuan lieutenant Hanna surrendered.

In the 20th year of the Hongwu era, I followed the northern expedition of General Feng Sheng and Lan Yu and surrendered to the Northern Yuan's lieutenant Hana.

All three thousand men were killed in battle and Pu Ying was captured. But while the Yuan army was not prepared, he drew out the dagger in his waist.

Exclaimed, Ming men, die fighting not surrender, suicide.

The Yuan people felt his martyrdom and sent his body back to the Ming army.

The battlefield was tragic to the extreme, with people falling at any time.

On the side of the dune where Lan Yu was, the blackened Yuan troops dismounted, stepped on the sand holding round shields and carrying curved swords, charging silently.

"Men of the Great Ming!" With a roar, Pu Cuyu charged down at a high altitude.

Behind him, countless iron-armored foot soldiers hissed their fathers' roar, "Die fighting!"

"Kill the captives!"

"Kill the captives!" Bang! Pu Cultural's iron bones smash the head of a Yuan soldier.

Head down, he crashes into the crowd of Yuan soldiers, charging left and right like a wolf or a tiger.

On the horse, we may not be a match for you.

But on the ground, the Da Ming soldiers wrapped in iron armor are invincible.

Yuan army's steel sword rubbed sparks on their bodies, and the blunt weapons in their hands mercilessly harvested the enemy's life.

The wind of the desert, even sharper.

A fight that lasted until dark.

The yellow sand was covered with human corpses and the screams of the wounded.

Lan Yu was still sitting on his horse zipper, unmoving.

"In this battle, Marquis Shenyang, Uncle Hui Xian, Marquis Huaiyuan, and the son of the Ningzhou man all died in battle!"

"Marquis Pu Iu of Xilang changed two pieces of iron armor in a row, and killed Ha Gou's nephew, Kocha Timur."

"My army fought with the thieves for a day, killing and wounding ........"

Read here, Zhu Yunyun voice some choking, "dead and wounded half ......"

More than 20,000 infantry, against more than 30,000 cavalry, not only did not collapse, but like a nail nailed there, in order to encircle the other Ming army to buy time.

In one day's time, more than 10,000 people died in battle.

What a grueling battle this was!

"A man's heart is like iron until he dies." Zhu Yun continued to read, "Men in the army until they die, their heads still look in the direction of the Central Plains ...... It was night when the Yuan army retreated and surrounded the half of the infantry left by the minister, waiting for the dawn!"