Chapter 29 Slaughter of the Tatars!
The little Tatar prince looked at the Tumu Castle with an excited smile on his face.
Wala Ye led the team into the customs first and captured the Ming Emperor alive and returned to the grassland. This has always been the most proud thing for the men in the grassland.
The little prince of Tatar grew up listening to this story, and he admired it very much.
Although he was not a bloodline of the Golden Family, he was called the Khan of the Grassland, which made the Golden Family hate him deeply.
But no prairie man will deny this glorious history.
So after the little Tatar prince entered the customs, even though he took some detours, he still insisted on coming to Tumu Fort to pay homage to Ye Xian's heroic deeds.
"The whole army listens to the order, speeds up, and attacks the earthen fort!"
After the little Tatar prince gave the order, he took the lead and ran towards the earthen fort quickly.
The little Tatar prince is very proud. He will become the second grassland khan to invade Tumu Fort after Wala Yexian.
Such achievements will definitely be recorded in the history books of the Ming Dynasty and will be remembered forever!
From now on, men in the grassland will grow up listening to his glorious stories!
“Yes, Khan!”
Not only the little Tatar prince was excited, but also the 100,000 soldiers accompanying him felt excited and excited in their hearts.
It turns out that the defense line of the powerful Ming Dynasty was not just paper. They easily penetrated deep into the interior of the Ming Dynasty.
Haven’t the countless grains, cattle, sheep, tea, silk, gold and silver jewelry of the Ming Dynasty become theirs?
They seemed to have seen countless supplies, placed in front of them, ready for them to take.
Every Tatar is galloping on his horse, rushing towards the earthen fort like crazy.
The originally tight formation became spread out.
“Kill!”
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Just when they were about to approach Tumubao, roars like mountains and tsunami suddenly came from all directions!
Those three killing sounds are more exciting, more exciting, and more terrifying than the last!
Every sound is filled with extreme anger!
"Who?!"
The little Tatar prince was shocked and immediately tightened the reins and stopped his momentum.
Looking around, I saw a black wave that spread hundreds of meters, rushing towards it from all directions.
Every drop of water in that wave is a warrior with dark horse and black armor.
The swords and halberds raised in their hands reflected the cold light, making people dare not open their eyes and look directly at them!
"There is an enemy attack!!!"
The little Tatar prince screamed, the hairs on his body stood up, and a cold sweat froze his head to his feet.
"Stop! Stop everyone!!"
"Keep the formation and charge!!!"
The little Tatar prince tried his best with parched lips and parched tongue Shouting loudly, trying to reorganize the lineup and charge in the opposite direction.
But the Tatars around him were already overwhelmed by the imagined material wealth, and their formation was broken.
At this time, I saw mountains and seas of black armored cavalry, launching a fierce charge towards them. My mood suddenly changed from joy to fear, and I was panicked.
Where can we organize the corresponding formation to form an effective counterattack?
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
"Kill!"
The cry of killing sounded again.
One hundred thousand troops charged forward with their horses, and the horses' hooves stepped on the ground, making a violent sound, and even the earth was faintly shaking.
“Pfft!”
“Bang!”
"Ahhhhh!!!"
In the blink of an eye, the black tide has rushed in and rushed into the Tatar team. The two armies were in close combat, and with only one encounter, the black tide passed through the Tatar army and divided the Tatar army into two parts.
All the Tatars who came into contact with the black tide either had their heads chopped off, or were knocked off their backs by the impact of the horses, fell off their horses, and were trampled to pieces by the hooves of the horses trapped in the camp.
Seeing his people being quickly wiped out by the black tide, the little Tartar prince's eyes were about to burst, and he let out a heart-breaking roar.
"Everyone! Form a formation! Form a formation!!!"
"Counterattack! Counterattack! Don't run back!!!"
"Counterattack everyone!!!"
The little Tatar prince moved closer, and the pro-army soldiers behind him wanted to form a counterattack.
But he had already separated from the large army behind him. His voice could not spread far on the huge and noisy battlefield, and was blown away by the wind.
A large number of Tatars were slaughtered by the black-armored cavalry trapped in the camp, and the entire battlefield was like a hell on earth for the Tatars.
It’s not that the Tatars tried to fight back, it’s just that the soldiers trapped in the camp were not only strong and fearless, but also had much better equipment than them.
Not to mention the black horses they sat on, all of them were tall and powerful, and their physical strength, endurance and impact were far superior to the prairie horses they sat on.
Even the black armor on their bodies is extremely strong. One knife cannot cut through the black armor at all.
The black knives and black halberds in their hands were extremely sharp. With one slash, they could easily penetrate their leather armor and take away their lives.
The comparison between the two directly broke through the psychological defense of these Tatars.
They seemed so vulnerable in front of the soldiers trapped in the camp who were like divine soldiers descending from the sky.
The little Tatar prince looked at the Tatars who kept falling in front of him, with shock and anger, and his liver and gallbladder were split.
He suddenly regretted that he would have returned to the grassland after getting the thirty-four carriages bribed by Qiu Yue.
I just listened to Liu Chen’s lies, saying that if you go eight hundred miles straight to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, you can grab more material wealth.
In the end, he fell into Ming's trap and was ambushed by the black-armored army, which resulted in the death of a large number of tribesmen.
He said that the Ming Dynasty was so powerful, how could it allow him to attack the capital so easily.
It turns out that all of this was a trap by the Ming Dynasty!
"Liu Chen mistaken me!!!!"
The little Tatar prince glared at Liu Chen beside him, suddenly pulled out his saber and struck at Liu Chen.
Liu Chen was already frightened by the sudden appearance of soldiers trapped in the camp.
At this time, he saw the little Tartar prince coming towards him again with a knife, and he was immediately frightened.
"Excuse me, Khan! I don't know either..."
Before Liu Chen finished speaking, the head flew out and was trampled to pulp by the horse's hooves.
“Tatar warriors obey my command!!!”
"Get closer to me!!!"
"Form up! Charge back!!!"
The little Tatar prince raised the bloody saber in his hand and continued to gather the remaining troops around him. .
The Tatars who saw the little Tatar prince's saber immediately gathered around him with all their strength.
Soon the number of guards around the little Tatar prince numbered a hundred.
The little Tatar prince felt relieved, and when he was about to organize a charge and counterattack, hundreds of trapped soldiers in black armor had already surrounded them.
One of the taller men stood in front of the little Tartar prince on horseback, holding a halberd in his hand.
"You are the little Prince of Tartar."
The man spoke, it seemed like a question, but also like a statement.
The little Tatar prince looked at the man who was obviously better than others, and was surprised and uncertain.
"So what am I?"
"Who are you?"
After getting the answer, the man lowered his body, held his halberd horizontally, and was ready to charge.
"Trapped in the camp, Gao Shun!"
After Gao Shun finished speaking, he galloped wildly!
Behind him, dozens of pro-army generals also followed Gao Shun and launched a charge against the little Tatar prince!
(End of this chapter)