Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 285 Chapter 285, the Jurchens have doubts, and the Ming army goes out to fight

Heshuo is going to lose?
Frankly speaking, even half an hour ago, neither Fan Wencheng nor Rosh had such an idea in their minds.

But now, seeing the rushing out of Xining Guards smashing a Heshuo Te Qianqi in a storm, and then retreating back to the camp almost unscathed, the sense of calmness is really exciting strong.

At least in this short battle, the fighting power displayed by the Ming army was completely higher than that of Heshuo Te.

This made people raise their expectations of the Ming army invisibly, and at the same time naturally looked down on the Heshuote people.

After hearing Fan Wencheng's question, Rosh subconsciously glanced at Chao Lu.

At this time, Chaolu was obviously enraged, pointing at the Ming army camp and yelling, all kinds of obscenities were heard endlessly.

Rosh sighed, and said softly: "It shouldn't be too much, this is more than 1 to more than [-]."

With a three-fold difference in strength, Luo Shi felt that no matter how strong the Ming army was in frontal combat, at most it would be a tie, and it was impossible to win.

After all, Fan Wencheng didn't understand military affairs, so he felt relieved after hearing Rosh's words, and said, "That's good."

Chaolu was obviously not reconciled to this defeat. He sharpened his sword and dispatched troops. Many Heshuo special cavalry approached the Ming army camp, posing as if they were going to fight at any time.

But the Ming army in the camp remained motionless.

Zhu Cihong gave the order very calmly: "Let the Musketeers go up to the camp wall to guard. If the Mongols come, they will shoot. If they don't come, ignore them."

More than a dozen Xining Guard generals came to Zhu Cihong on horseback. They were all the ones who had just left the camp to rush to kill, and the leader was Battelle.

Battelle jumped off his horse beamingly, and saluted Zhu Cihong: "Your Highness, we have won a big victory this time!"

Zhu Cilang patted Battelle's shoulder with a smile: "Very good, I can see clearly that the Heshuote people were beaten to the ground by you."

Battelle said sincerely: "Your Highness, the musket you gave us is really useful. If it weren't for the musket, we would really have to watch those Heshuote people run away."

In the battle just now, it was precisely because of the great power of the muskets that the Xining Guard led by Battelle won such a hearty victory.

Zhu Cilang said with a smile: "Your progress has also surprised me. I never imagined that in such a short period of time, you have already practiced archery to such an extent."

Battelle raised his head and said with a little pride: "To tell you the truth, His Royal Highness, as long as we ride on a horse, we can practice everything quickly!"

Zhu Cihong laughed loudly: "Well said, go and rest."

Looking at the backs of Battelle and others leaving, the British public hesitated to speak.

Zhu Cihong noticed this, and said with a smile: "My lord, you want to fight, right? Let's go out to the camp tomorrow for a decisive battle."

The British official was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Your Highness can't joke with the old minister."

Zhu Cihong chuckled and said, "Don't worry, it's tomorrow!"

The atmosphere in the Mongolian army camp at night was somewhat dull.

Rosh said slowly: "Things are not right."

Fan Wencheng asked suspiciously, "Lord Luo Shi, what's wrong?"

Luo Shi said solemnly: "Mr. Fan, don't you feel it? The Ming army is leading the Mongols by the nose."

Fan Wencheng pondered for a moment and said, "To tell you the truth, Lord Rosh, I do feel the same way. So what should we do now?"

Luo Shi said: "Actually, according to my thinking, the Heshuote people should concentrate all their forces and mobilize all the troops from Lhasa. It is the best strategy to join forces to destroy this Ming army."

Fan Wencheng said helplessly: "That Gushi Khan will not agree."

Luo Shi sighed, and said: "Yes, don't talk about Gushi Khan, that Prince Chaolu also has the same personality as his father, and he doesn't listen to other people's words at all."

Fan Wencheng blinked and said, "It's impossible to really lose, right?"

Roche shook his head and said: "During the day, I really thought it was a tie at best, but after I came back and thought about it carefully, the more I thought about it, the harder it became to say."

Fan Wencheng couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this.

If [-] cavalry fight against a coalition of [-] infantry and cavalry, can’t these [-] cavalry still win?

It sounds so fantastical.

Fan Wencheng exhaled and muttered to himself.

"That His Royal Highness the Ming Crown Prince, is there really such a miracle?"

Its daybreak.

Chao Lu had just woken up and was still eating breakfast in the big camp when he suddenly got a piece of news.

"Your Highness, the Ming army opened the camp gate and began to gather."

The wine glass in Chao Lu's hand fell to the ground immediately.

After a few seconds, he jumped up directly: "The Ming army is out of camp, really?"

After confirming the news, Chao Lu was overjoyed and laughed wildly.

"Okay, that's really great. Pass on my order, and the whole army will immediately gather out of the camp and fight the Ming army!"

For this day, Chao Lu has been waiting for a long time!

The Ming army did come out of the camp. The 7000 Ming Musketeers and more than [-] Xining Guard cavalry were all dispatched to line up outside the camp.

Zhu Cilang looked around at all the ministers present, and calmly gave orders.

"Wait a minute, we don't have to wait for the Mongols to attack first, let's go straight up and get him!"

"Ten thousand musketeers are in the middle army, advancing on foot. As long as there are still organized enemies ahead, the musketeers will keep advancing until the enemy is completely defeated!"

"Seven thousand Xining Guards cavalry are divided into two parts, responsible for protecting the left and right wings of the Chinese army from being harassed by enemy cavalry. In this battle, the Xining Guards may face several times the number of enemies, so the task is very heavy and they must do a good job. Preparation for a bloody battle."

"If all goes well, we will end the battle at noon at most, and tonight we will be able to hold a celebration banquet in the Mongolian camp opposite."

"Did you hear everything clearly?"

By Zhu Cihong's side, the generals of the Ming army were naturally full of energy and took orders one after another.

Zhu Cihong raised his head and looked into the distance.

There, the formation of the Mongols has basically been formed.

According to normal logic, the main general of the Mongols should have already started to arrange the team to attack, right?
With a smile on the corner of Zhu Cihong's mouth, he waved his hand: "Beat the drum, the whole army will attack!"

Even if this is your home court, Da Ming must also be the one to attack!
The sound of rumbling drums resounded through the sky, spread all over the battlefield, and naturally reached the ears of Heshuo's chief general, Chao Lu.

Chao Lu, who was assigning generals, raised his head in astonishment, and after a while he showed a grim smile.

"These Han people dare to take the initiative to attack? Very good, if you like to die so much, you can fulfill their wish today, and let these Han people all die here!"

(End of this chapter)