That night, at the Wala camp at the mouth of the Three Gorge.
Mahamu was thinking hard about how to retreat. The Ming army's attacks were too fierce, especially the red cannons, which made the allied forces of the three races suffer.
The allied army of the three races had no choice but to retreat to the mountaintop camp.
If he hadn't cleverly used the terrain to successfully stop the Ming army that wanted to occupy the mouth of the Three Gorge, they would probably have suffered a crushing defeat.
However, although they had temporarily stopped the Ming army, they had paid a huge price.
If the Ming army's cannon position moved forward, the three races 'alliance army would not be able to hold on.
Thinking of this, Mahamu looked at the starry sky outside the tent and sighed."
"He should have brought his clansmen to a safe place first!”
As long as their race was not destroyed, there would still be hope for Wala to rise again.
Mahamu no longer held much hope for this battle.
At this moment, a guard rushed into the tent.
"Great Khan! Sweat! Prince Yexian is back!"
Mahamu was shocked and stood up abruptly.
"What?! He still hadn't left? Where is he?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two bodyguards carried a man covered in blood into the tent.
Looking at his son covered in blood, Mahamu was stunned.
He strode over to Ye Xian and placed his hands on his son's shoulders.
"Yexian, what's going on? Didn't you leave with your clansmen?”
He slowly woke up and looked at Mahamu. Suddenly, his body went limp and he knelt down, sobbing,
"Father, our clansmen are gone! It was all gone! I've let them down!"
A chill surged up, causing Mahamu to be completely stunned.
Those 10,000 clansmen were gone?
The 10,000 clansmen that he had ordered to take away were gone just like that?
In other words, if they lost the battle at the mouth of the Three Gorge, then the Wala would cease to exist on this grassland.
He glared at Yexian and said angrily,"
"How can it be gone? How could this be? Didn't I tell you to leave quickly? Why did this happen? What happened?"
Yexian choked and said,
"My son was greedy. When I left with my clansmen, I discovered that the Ming army's cannon position was moving, so I encouraged 10,000 clansmen to destroy the cannon position. He originally wanted to pursue the victory and kill the Ming army's main camp to kill the Ming Emperor. Unexpectedly, there were tens of thousands of cavalrymen in the Ming army camp.”
"These cavalrymen of Great Ming are too ruthless. Relying on the firearms in their hands, they killed all ten thousand of our clansmen. Father, son is useless!”
After hearing Yexian's words, Mahamu's entire body trembled! He said in disbelief,
"What did you say? You destroyed the Ming army's artillery position?"
Yexian nodded guiltily and said painfully,"
"Yes, if only I hadn't been greedy and advanced rashly at that time. That way, my clansmen wouldn't have lost their lives in vain.”
Mahamu suddenly slapped Ye Xian's shoulder and laughed.
"Good! Good job, as expected of my son, Mahamu. You've done a great job! Without the Red Cannon, what else do we have to fear? It was not a big deal to lose those 10,000 people. Our allied army still has 200,000 grassland cavalrymen! Without the Red Cannon, the Ming army was like a toothless tiger on the plains. What was there to be afraid of?”
He was also stunned for a moment before saying,
"But…"
Mahamu said excitedly,"
"There's no buts. Isn't it just a dead person? How can there be no deaths in war? It's just ten thousand people. My Wala tribe can still bear it. Go and call the chiefs of Wuliangha and Tartar tribe. After suffering for so many days, it's time to repay these Ming troops.”
Before he could say anything else, Mahamu had already walked out of the tent excitedly, as if he was going to arrange something.
Looking at Mahamu's disappearing figure, he felt uneasy. Although the Ming army did not have the Red Cannons, those black armored cavalrymen seemed to be even harder to deal with!
……
In the Ming army camp.
The Han King Zhu Gaoxu and the Zhao King Zhu Gaosui walked towards Zhu Di's tent.
Zhu Gaoxu's loud voice shouted even before he arrived!
"Father! Are you alright? I heard that the Wala army attacked the camp and my son was almost scared to death!”
As he spoke, he walked into the tent.
Zhu Gaosui followed closely behind. After the two entered the tent, they saw Zhu Di sitting on the chair.
Both of them seemed to heave a sigh of relief.
Zhu Gaoxu glared at Zhu Zhanji and said angrily,
"Nephew, how did you become a great-grandson? The Wala army has already reached our doorstep. If anything happens to the Emperor, can you bear the responsibility?”
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