Father can be an enemy to the country

The reason is also very simple, that is, the fledgling Wala Army is still too young. They had only small-scale tribal fighting experience before. The largest battle was the 3,000-yuan army that had been attacked in the Tula River before.

But that time it was just a swarm of swarms that surrounded the encircled camp and took advantage of the large number of people to gnaw down the 3,000-yuan army. Therefore, they have no experience in large-scale combat, let alone this time it is a highly difficult mobile warfare, encirclement and annihilation warfare.

As soon as they left Novice Village, they unexpectedly encountered the genius cavalry general Zhu Di and the peak Ming army led by him. The result was that the Oara army had an absolute advantage in strength, but was manipulated by the Ming army.

Faced with the Wala people's loophole-filled encirclement and their clumsy mobilization ability, Zhu Di was able to fight whenever he wanted and leave whenever he wanted in the first few days, retracting and releasing freely, and coming and going as he pleased. If he didn't have too few troops and wasn't willing to let his brothers who had fought with him through life and death die in vain in Mobei, he could have beaten all the Oala people's eggs to yellow.

~~

After suffering several losses in succession, Yesudiel couldn't bear it anymore and summoned all the leaders to his king's tent to discuss matters.

The atmosphere in the king's tent was very depressing.

Yesudiel first asked thousands of households from all walks of life to report their own losses. It turned out that in a few days, a total of 4,000 of them had been killed.

This made the atmosphere in the king's tent even more depressing.

"But the losses of the Ming army were not small..." In order to save face, the households reported their results again, eight hundred for you and one thousand for him, which finally added up to nearly seven thousand.

"Do you believe it yourselves?" Yesudiel looked at the leaders coldly.

"I don't believe it..." the leaders said sarcastically.

"A bunch of idiots who can't even brag!" Yesudiel spat fiercely: "Do you think I don't know? The Ming army's losses were minimal! Otherwise you would have taken credit for their heads!"

"Yes." The leaders lowered their heads in shame. Just as the king said, they had indeed captured something, but they really couldn't take it.

"The military strength is ten times that of the Ming army, but we can't catch them. Instead, they continue to lose battles and lose troops and generals!" Yesudiel said with a dark face: "Is the difference in strength really so huge?!"

"Well, although I really don't want to admit it, this is the fact." The leaders now lost their initial arrogance: "I originally thought that the Yuan Dynasty lost the world purely because the descendants of Kublai Khan were too depraved. Now I know that it turns out that The Han army is so strong.”

"Hmph!" Only a young man named Mahamu held a different view: "Your Majesty, the gap between us and the Han people mainly comes from lack of experience. We stayed in Moxi before and haven't had a serious war in decades. , It is inevitable that they are very unfamiliar, but as long as we play with them a few more times and pay attention to summary and improvement, the disadvantage will be restored soon!”

"Yes, that's well said." Yesudiel nodded approvingly and said, "Keep talking."

"According to my observation, we currently have three major problems. First, we are fighting independently without unified command! Second, we are only led by the Ming army and do not have our own tactics! Third, there is a problem with our tactics. On the battlefield They were restrained by the Ming army." Mahamu was encouraged and said loudly:

"The third one cannot be improved for now and can only be trained slowly in the future. But the first two problems can be overcome, so the top priority is to establish unified command and formulate appropriate tactics, so that we can take advantage of our numerical advantage and completely reverse the situation. War situation!"

"Well, that makes sense." Yesudiel nodded again and said, "Then who do you think is suitable to be the commander-in-chief?"

"Me!" Mahamu said without giving in.

"You..." Yesudiel looked at him and said calmly to everyone: "The boy from the Churos tribe has volunteered. Do any of you want to compete with him?"

"This..." Although the leaders were reluctant to be led by a young boy, they themselves did not have the ability to reverse the situation. They all had to shut up.

"Since you don't want to fight with him, let him give it a try." Yesudiel said in a deep voice: "I will put the ugly words first. Anyone who disobeys his orders will be killed by me." No mercy!”

"Yes!" All the leaders hurriedly responded in unison.

~~

As Mahamu took over the command of the Oara Army, the situation on the battlefield began to change.

Although Zhu Di didn't know the changes within Oara, he soon discovered that the Oara people had changed. Not only have their tactics become more flexible, but their progress can be felt in every battle.

After suffering several straight losses, the Wala people actually learned to play tactics. They would use an army of ten thousand households as bait and fight to the death when fighting the Ming army. While clinging to the Ming army, they would release Hai Dongqing and summon friendly forces lying in ambush nearby to encircle and suppress the Ming army.

They also learned how to deceive the soldiers, using small troops carrying large numbers of horses to create signs of the approaching army, and drive the Ming army into the encirclement they had set...

If Zhu Di hadn't had superhuman intuition on the battlefield and could lead his troops to escape in time every time, the Ming army might have fallen into their trap.

Moreover, the Wala people are very resilient. Every time Zhu Di gets rid of one of their troops, other troops can catch up in time and stick to the Ming army like dog-skin plaster...

~~

At nightfall, another day of fighting finally came to an end.

The soldiers of the Ming army temporarily got rid of their pursuers and took the time to camp and rest. After being here for so long, they have become extremely proficient in the entire process.

Togu Si Timur squatted aside and watched the Ming army dig out the light-proof and smoke-diffusing stove. He couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that it is so simple, but we don't know how to do it. As a result, we didn't dare to light a fire along the way."

"There are so many things you don't know." Ping An also squatted beside him. It was his turn to watch over the father and son today. "You have been in the Central Plains for so many years and didn't learn anything. Who can you blame?"

"Alas..." Toghon Temur sighed and said, "I regret it."

He smiled at Ping An and said, "Give me two sips of wine to calm down your worries."

"Don't come on, you finished today's quota this morning." Ping An rolled his eyes at him and said, "What will we use to treat the wounds if we drink it all?"

"It's a waste of heaven to use such good wine to treat wounds." Toghon Temur said with regret.

"Fuck, this is used to treat wounds. It's a waste to give it to you." Ping An cursed, "Be patient. When you return to Daning, you can take a bath with wine if you want!"

"Don't bluff me." Toghon Temur looked fascinated. A pool of wine and a forest of meat was his long-term dream, but he had never had the conditions to realize it.

"I'm just trying to bluff you." Ping An laughed and said, "It's good to have something to drink, but you still want to take a bath, you're so beautiful!"

"Well, it's okay if you can drink as much as you want." Toghon Temur was easy to talk to.

"No, I said," Tan Yuan couldn't listen any more and asked Toghon Temur, "Why are you so positive? Shouldn't the king of a fallen country be heartbroken?"

"I'm not the king of a fallen country, my father is." Toghon Temur brought out his theory again: "My elder brother and I are just the gravekeepers of the old Yuan Dynasty. The difference is that my elder brother doesn't accept his fate, but I have already accepted it."

"Then why are you still the emperor?" Ping An asked.

"Hehe..." Toghon Temur looked at Ping An and laughed, "You are really a pure general. If someone asked me not to be one, would I still be able to drink?"

"Fuck, you called me stupid, do you think I can't hear it?" Ping An slapped him to the ground.