Turpan Kingdom.
Although it was called the capital, it was only a white tent set up in the grassland.
Aheima and Ya Lan were discussing the battle plan to recapture the Hami Guards.
A Turpan soldier hurried over.
"Great Khan, outside…it's all the Ming army.”
" What?!"
Aheima and Ya Lan were shocked at the same time.
"How is this possible?"
The mobility of the Ming court had always been very poor, so how could it have come here quietly?
Aheima and Ya Lan put on their military uniforms and rode their horses forward.
He looked into his eyes.
More than 20,000 Ming soldiers quietly watched this group of prey.
"Kill them!"
Without any nonsense, the commander-in-chief of the Ming army said coldly.
When the charging horn sounded.
Bang bang bang!
After a round of musket attacks, the Turpan soldiers in the front row fell to the ground.
Aheima quickly made the decision to counterattack.
"Rattan Shield! Counterattack!"
The Ming army also made a decision indifferently."Put down your muskets and attack!"
More than ten thousand Ming soldiers charged at the Turpan soldiers.
Big Ming had never been afraid of a head-on clash!
A grand battle was about to break out on the grassland.
There was no conspiracy, only a bloody fight.
After panicking, Aheima immediately organized a counterattack.
Turpan had always been known for its brutality on the grasslands. Even the Tartars and Wala people had to retreat when they saw this group of barbarians.
But at this moment, Aheima suddenly had the illusion that this group of Ming soldiers was even more brutal than the Turfan people.
Blood Qi filled the air.
Every Ming army soldier was like a death warrior, not afraid of death at all.
Their armor cracked, but they didn't care at all and continued their fierce attacks.
With their arms broken, they only grunted. There was not even a trace of pain on their faces. They raised their sabers with one hand and continued to slash fiercely.
All the Ming soldiers had burning gazes. Even though their bodies were covered in blood, it could not stop their thirst for blood.
There were only 20,000 of them, so why was their combat strength so fierce? Why was everyone so fearless?
"These people are crazy!"
Aheima shuddered.
Rumble!
Thunder rumbled.
Gradually.
It started to rain, and a large amount of blood piled up on the ground.
A Heima didn't want to get entangled with the Ming army. He had always feared the Ming army, and seeing it today, he was even more terrified.
He wanted to stop the retreat.
But how could they retreat?
He suddenly realized that there were only ten thousand Ming army cavalry charging into the formation.
There were still ten thousand Ming Dynasty cavalrymen watching the battlefield quietly and indifferently.
They quietly rode on their warhorses and aimed their muskets at the battlefield.
Whoever dared to break out of the encirclement would be greeted with the bullets of the Ming firearms!
"Lunatic, lunatic! A bunch of lunatics!"
How could this group of people be indifferent when they saw their comrades die in battle?
"Don't retreat! Let's go all out!"
Aheima quickly made another decision.
In a competition of ruthlessness, whoever was cowardly would never be able to regain the momentum of the battlefield.
However, at the next moment, when he looked at the battlefield again.
Even though he had been through hundreds of battles, he was still trembling.
The group of Ming soldiers lying on the ground…
They were wriggling their bodies, using their mouths to gnaw at the Turpan soldiers 'legs and feet…
He had always heard that Ming was a civilized country.
But when this brutal scene happened, Aheima panicked.
If they didn't have the belief of victory and death in their bones, how could they still use their mouths and teeth to fight after being trampled by thousands of horses?
However, this was only the tip of the iceberg of this brutal battle.
More scenes of wild beasts gnawing on food made people retch just by looking at them.
Shrill sounds rose and fell on this battlefield.
However, this kind of scream only belonged to the Turpan people.
From the beginning of the battle until now, the Ming army had been so quiet that it made one's hair stand on end.
Boom!
The sound of horse hooves shook the grassland.
It was another group of Ming soldiers, riding horses to shrink the encirclement.
What a joke!
The 10,000 Ming soldiers watched as another 10,000 Ming soldiers died while the other 10,000 Ming cavalry surrounded the 50,000 Turfan soldiers.
This strange scene really happened in front of the Turpan people.
……
War was cruel, especially on the grasslands.
In the southeast, in the sea, the Ming Empire could still ride all kinds of cannons, firearms, and use hot weapons to attack.
However, on the grasslands, the war was far more brutal and brutal than imagined.
Ma Wensheng didn't pull any cannons in this blitzkrieg. That would slow down the Ming army and give the Turpan people time to escape.
Since the Emperor wanted Turpan to be destroyed, he would not let off even a single survivor!
Therefore, Ma Wensheng's strategic decision was to kill the enemy.
In the Ming Dynasty, the Battle of Turpan could definitely be called the most bloody and primitive battle of the Ming Dynasty.
They rarely used firearms and only relied on the most primitive arrows, swords, and sabers. The 20,000 Ming soldiers cut off Aheima's head under the siege of the 50,000 Turfan people.
Even so, the Ming army still sacrificed 5,000 soldiers in exchange for victory.
After Aheima fell, Turpan was completely defeated.
It wasn't their strength that defeated them, but their fighting spirit.
Under the fierce and fearless attack of the Ming army, the fighting spirit of the Turpan people was completely conquered by the Ming Empire's iron cavalry.
Even the Turpan generals who participated in the battle personally sighed. After the battle of Turpan, the Ming Empire's army that had been sleeping for a long time had woken up.
The corpses of the 10,000 Turfan people lay on the grassland forever.
The Ming army had captured 40,000 injured Turpan people and 30,000 women and children.
During the Battle of Turpan, the Ming Empire had completely shaken the grasslands.
……
North Zhili.
Forbidden City.
A voice suddenly sounded in Zhu Youtang's mind.
"Congratulations to the host for completing the main mission to recover Hami! Do you wish to cultivate the Art of Longevity Level Four--Martial Refinement Peak?”
Zhu Youtang's hand that was reading the memorial suddenly stopped.
He slowly walked to the front door of Yangxin Palace Hall and looked at the western sky.
There was a long silence…
A few drops of crystal clear tears slowly flowed down from the corner of Zhu Youtang's eyes.
Ever since he ascended the throne, Zhu Youtang rarely had any emotional ups and downs.
Turpan was destroyed by Marvin.
However, Zhu Youtang knew very well what price he had to pay in exchange.
"You…are the heroes of the Ming Dynasty."
After a low voice, Zhu Youtang's face regained some indifference.
As the highest authority in the Ming Empire, Zhu Youtang should not have any compassion.
Zhang Min looked at Zhu Youtang and felt curious. His Majesty…was crying?
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