A chaotic battle broke out. Infantry and cavalry clashed with each other. The Great Ming Army was originally much weaker than the Mongol and Tartar armies, but because of Xia Jian's 5,000 musketeers, they immediately regained their advantage.
Seeing that the battle situation was in a stalemate, Xia Jian finally made his move and rode his horse into the enemy.
As the saying went, to capture a thief, one must first capture the king. As long as he killed that furry child, the morale of the Tartar army would be in chaos.
Holding a long spear in one hand, he had the demeanor of Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong from the Three Kingdoms period.
The Shang Fang Sword was too short, and the attack range was not enough. It would injure the warhorse.
He rode his horse and killed countless enemies along the way. Any Tartar who dared to stop him would be killed by him with a spear.
At this moment, Xia Jian was like a god of death. No matter what kind of formation the enemy arranged, they could not stop his advance.
The Mao Li child held his scimitar and wanted to fight to the death with Xia Jian, but he was held back by his child Wo Chi Lai, who said,"Royal Father, withdraw your troops. The Ming army is in the limelight now, so it's not suitable to clash with them!”
"Damn it, I can't accept this. The Firearms Battalion that I've painstakingly cultivated is gone just like that!”Compared to his younger brother being killed, the Mao Li child was more concerned about his Gun Battalion being slaughtered. His face was filled with pain.
"Even if we have to retreat, we must kill that Bright General of the Firearms Corps!”The furry child looked at Xia Jian, who was rushing towards him, and already thought of him as a dead man.
Finally, Xia Jian rode his warhorse and arrived in front of the furry child.
The moment the two of them touched, a battle broke out. As the spear in Xia Jian's hand was made of wood, it was cut in half by the scimitar in the hairy child's hand.
Once the spear was broken, he lost the advantage of distance. Xia Jian simply threw the spear away. After all, his most powerful weapon wasn't a spear.
The furry child raised his scimitar and slashed at Xia Jian. Xia Jian, who had sharp eyes and fast hands, activated his skill, catching the furry child's scimitar with ease, making him weaponless.
Following that, Xia Jian slapped the hairy child's chest with his palm. The powerful force sent him flying from his warhorse!
Xia Jian threw away his scimitar and jumped up. He took out the Shangfang Sword from his waist and jumped down from his horse, wanting to stab the furry child to death.
At this moment, the son of the Mao Li child, Wo Chilai, suddenly appeared and stood in front of his father. The Shang Fang Sword had pierced into his shoulder, but he seemed to not feel it. Instead, he gripped the sharp blade tightly with both hands, causing blood to flow out.
"Father, quickly leave, quickly leave, if you don't leave now, it'll really be too late!”
For some reason, Xia Jian's cold heart wavered when he saw this scene.
Coincidentally, Xiang Zhong saw this scene. He rolled his eyes and made a decision.
Xiang Zhong ordered the soldiers to shout,"The Tartar Maolihai King and his son Wochilai have been captured alive.”
This sentence was not only spoken in Chinese, but it was also translated into Tartar.
The Tartar soldiers were already exhausted from fighting with the Ming army, and they had to guard against the musketeers from time to time. When they heard the Great Ming Army shout, they instantly lost their fighting spirit and their morale was lax.
The Mao Li child ran away, but he captured his son, Wo Chi Lai!
Xia Jian sent Wo Chilai flying with a kick and returned to the camp like he was carrying a dog. He threw him into the hands of the 5,000 musketeers and asked his trusted followers to watch over him.
"Pass on my orders. If you kill one person, you will be rewarded with one tael of silver. If you kill ten people, raise the small flag. If you kill fifty people, raise the main flag.”
Money and power were the source of human crime, and at the same time, they were the driving force of ambition. Very few people could resist them.
With this motivation, the Ming army's potential completely erupted, and their combat strength soared!
Facing the madness of the Ming army, the Tartar army was on the verge of defeat.
"Ah!" The Mao Li child who had escaped from Xia Jian's hands roared like a mad demon. This battle was really useless.
The most hateful thing was that their children were captured, and the firearms business was completely massacred.
"Retreat!" The furry child clenched his fists tightly. His heart felt like it was bleeding.
The bugle horn sounded, and the Tatars retreated first, followed by the cavalry. They quickly fled in the direction of Guyuan.
The actual casualties of the Great Ming Army were no less than the Tartar Army, but even so, it was still a great victory.
Xiang Zhong decided to chase after Chen Sheng and use the momentum of the soldiers to drive the Tartar soldiers back to his hometown.
"Sir, should we chase after them?" The commander of the musketeers asked.
Xia Jian glanced at the commander and said indifferently,"" Stop chasing me! No matter how great the victory is, I'm just an army supervisor. It's not my turn to enjoy the merits. Return to the city and drink.”
He glanced at the battlefield that was littered with corpses. Blood dyed the ground red, and there were too many broken limbs.
After this battle, the Tartars would probably have no more troops to go south. At the very least, it would take five to ten years for them to recover.
None of the 5,000 musketeers led by Xia Jiansuo were injured, while the 150,000 or so soldiers led by Xiang Zhong suffered heavy casualties.
As a result, the 5,000 musketeers 'admiration and admiration for Xia Jian became even more blind. They would absolutely obey Xia Jian's orders.
That night, just as the 5,000 soldiers were drinking happily with Xia Jian, an urgent secret letter was sent over from the capital.
This secret letter was not sent by the group of civil officials in the court, nor was it sent by the Emperor. It was a secret letter sent to him by Noble Consort Feng from the harem.
There were only seven words on the secret letter!
"There's a change in the palace. Please return quickly!"
As for what changes, Noble Consort Feng did not say. Xia Jian guessed in his heart, could it be that those censors who had nothing better to do had impeached him?
And then the emperor replaced him as the director of ceremonies?
Or was it that some corruption had been discovered? However, Xia Jian had only been in power for a short time, so he wasn't greedy.
After carefully checking the letter, Xia Jian gradually discovered something strange.
In addition to these seven words, there were other words in the secret letter. However, he did not discover them at the moment.
"Men, bring the coal!"
Xiao Dengzi handed the coal to Xia Jian. Because the weather in the north was already very cold in October, there was coal in the house.
Xia Jian took out a dagger, shaved off a layer of coal powder, and gently smeared it on the secret letter.
White words immediately appeared. This was the handwriting left behind by a piece of paper. If one did not smear it with coal powder and did not look carefully, one would not be able to see any clues.
After reading this secret letter, Xia Jian knew what Noble Consort Feng was referring to when she said there was chaos in the harem.
The Ming Dynasty was the era with the most legends of all kinds of demons and ghosts in history, especially during the Xianzong period of the Ming Dynasty.
There was the demon fox who appeared at night, and then there was the demonic priest Li Zilong who caused chaos in the harem!
The chaos in the harem was caused by Demonic Priest Li Zilong.
Xia Jian smiled when he saw the letter. He threw the letter into the charcoal brazier and it quickly burned.
"I didn't expect this day to come so quickly!”
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