Northern borders, north of Yanmen.
Zhu Zhanyong was wearing a fur coat, wrapping himself up tightly. He was riding a ferghana horse.
Looking at the heavy snow that kept falling from the sky of the northern border, he cursed unhappily,"
"This damn weather is so damn cold. It was better to stay at home. Old Master was really too much. He was already so old, but he was still so radical. If he wanted to fight a war, he could have just sent people to fight. Why did he have to suffer like this?”
Behind Zhu Zhanyong, 100,000 cavalry stood quietly like 100,000 iron towers.
These cavalrymen wore black armor, black cloaks, battle sabers at their waists, and flintlocks on their backs.
This flintlock gun had taken Zhu Zhanyong a great deal of effort to create.
In order to equip this new army, Zhu Zhanyong almost used half of his financial resources.
These flintlocks were also the reason why Zhu Zhanyong was so confident in the rescue of the northern border.
At this moment, he was waiting for news from the northern border.
He was still not very clear about the extent of this battle.
After their new army joined the battlefield, how could they play the greatest role? Only after they knew how far the war in the northern border had progressed could they have a clear plan.
Not long after, an eagle descended from the sky and landed on Zhu Zhanyong's shoulder.
Zhu Zhanyong took down a letter tied to the eagle's claw and unfolded it.
His expression instantly turned ugly.
"Is the old master crazy? He dared to do such a risky thing? Mobile artillery position? If they were discovered by the Wala people, wouldn't all of Da Ming's cannons be destroyed? Without the suppression of the cannons, what else could suppress the Wala Cavalry on this prairie?”
At this moment, Zhu Zhanyong was really nervous. What was his old master thinking? This was using the hundreds of thousands of Great Ming's army as a bet. As long as there was a slight mistake, the hundreds of thousands of Great Ming's army would welcome a great defeat!
This kind of defeat, Da Ming simply could not bear it.
"Damn it, the old man is getting more and more muddle-headed. Why is he still so adventurous?”
"Dragon Riders! Set off! Full speed ahead!"
Zhu Zhanyong did not dare to delay any longer and immediately gave the order to set off.
And this Dragon Cavalry Army was the banner that the Imperial Court had given to the new army of 100,000 soldiers!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The 100,000 cavalrymen moved like a flood of steel, advancing at full speed towards the north.
Zhu Zhanyong rode at the front of the army and shouted in his heart.
"Old Master, you have to hold on. Don't let anything happen!”
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Three gorges mouth, Ming army camp.
The cannons outside the camp boomed continuously.
There was a commotion in the imperial tent!
A group of generals were pointing at a map and arguing intensely.
Yu Qian bent down and looked at the sand table.
Zhu Di leaned against a chair with his eyes closed. He stroked his beard as if he was thinking about something.
At this moment, Guard General Fan Zhong walked in from outside the tent. He knelt on one knee and cupped his fists.
"Your Majesty, the Wala Army has retreated to the mountain and refused to fight!”
Zhu Di was still stroking his long beard as if he had not heard Fan Zhong's words.
Fan Zhong was burning with anxiety. Seeing that Zhu Di did not speak, he immediately shouted,
"Your Majesty, the Wala Army has retreated to the mountain and is refusing to fight!”
Zhu Di's figure paused, and his hand that was supporting his long beard stopped. It was as if someone had interrupted his thoughts and he woke up.
He opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Fan Zhong from the corner of his eyes. He said in a low voice,
"Is that so?"
It was too noisy in the camp, so Fan Zhong did not hear Zhu Di's words clearly. He knelt down and took two steps forward, continuing to speak loudly,
"Your Majesty, the Wala Army has retreated to the mountains.”
This time, Fan Zhong's voice was very loud and clear. The entire camp could hear his voice clearly.
The generals who were arguing in front of the base map looked at Fan Zhong. Then, everyone reacted and quickly came to Zhu Di, waiting for his orders.
Everyone knew that this was an opportunity. They had put in so much effort to finally force the Wala people out of the Three Gorge.
Zhu Di's face was expressionless and he was neither angry nor angry. It was as if he did not take this matter to heart. He said,
"Three Thousand Battalion, move out. Take advantage of his weakness and take his life. Have the five battalions coordinate with him, the Divine Arms Battalion and the Bow and Crossbow Battalion cover him and cut off his head and tail.”
"Yes, sir!"
In the camp, all the generals received the order and quickly left the tent.
The Ming army generals immediately shouted from outside the camp.
"Three Thousand Battalion, move out!"
"The five military camps are supporting us!"
"The Divine Arms Battalion, the Bow and Crossbow Battalion, cover the middle!”
Soon after, another battle broke out at the entrance of the Three Gorge.
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