Ming Dynasty Strategy Notes [Transmigration Book]

Mu Sheng rushed into the enemy camp, and with a long sword in his left hand, a soldier of the Yuan army was stabbed to death with his throat blocked; with a stab with his right hand, another soldier of the Yuan army was pierced through the abdomen with a sword.He was alone, and after a burst of sword light, the enemy army fell down six or seven people.

Immediately after the infantry, the elite cavalry brought back by Dari Ma rushed forward.Mu Sheng jumped up and kicked with a spin. The speed was so fast that the cavalry led by him had already been kicked off their horses before they could unleash their guns.However, he didn't take the stolen war horse as his own. Instead, he yelled "get on the horse" at Xia Ziling.

Xia Ziling was not polite to Mu Sheng, and immediately jumped on his horse and charged into the enemy group.What he is using now is a long｜spear, there is no advantage in fighting on the ground, only riding on a horse, it still has some power.In addition to Mu Sheng and Xia Ziling, fierce men like Wang Si in the team had also grabbed the horses and fought hard with the enemy.

In the face of Mu Sheng's reckless style of attack, dealing with these ordinary soldiers was as simple as cutting melons and vegetables. A moment later, the Yuan army came in menacingly, but was pushed back into the big tent by the small group of Ming army instead.It's just that two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and the number of enemies is ten times that of ours. After a long time, it is estimated that it will still not be able to take advantage.

Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, Xia Ziling felt that his physical strength was a little weak. In fact, except for the two tireless guys Mu Sheng and Wang Si, the other sergeants also began to feel a little soft.Seeing this, the Yuan army continued to implement the human sea tactics. After a burst of fierce attacks, the Ming army's team was beaten to pieces, and dozens of people were lost in a short period of time.

"Be careful!" Xia Ziling softened for a while, and was almost stabbed in the back by one of the several cavalrymen who besieged him. Fortunately, Mu Sheng came back to defend, and picked the opponent's horse's belly with his sword, which relieved Xia Ziling's crisis.

Xia Ziling looked back at Mu Sheng gratefully, only to see that Mu Sheng's eyes were wide open at the moment, and the scales all over his body were stained with blood, like a devil crawling out of a pool of blood.For a killing god like him, the enemy is helpless for a short time.Seeing that Xia Ziling was struggling, Mu Sheng didn't go any farther, but stayed next to him, defending back to back against a group of enemy soldiers who were besieging him.

"Hold on for another quarter of an hour, we will fight and retreat to the woods." Mu Sheng said to Xia Ziling while the surrounding enemies were killed again.He said he would hold on for an hour, but in fact he was just talking, and he himself knew it was impossible, so if he could hold on for a quarter of an hour before retreating, it was not bad.If this battle is not strong, you can't stand it, otherwise the Yuan army will run away as soon as it hits, and the enemy will know the reality of their side and encircle and suppress them wantonly. I am afraid that his 1000 people will only be wiped out in the end.

So he planned to delay for a while, and then retreated to the woods to deal with the enemy and wait for the opportunity.However, this timing is not up to him to decide. Only when the situation on the frontal battlefield is settled and the enemy breaks up and flees, they will have a chance of survival.As for the reinforcements, this move was never arranged before the mission, it was just nonsense to appease the soldiers.

"Yes!" Xia Ziling gritted his teeth and continued to fight the enemy side by side with Mu Sheng.The place on his right arm where he was stabbed by the enemy just now was burning and painful, but this small injury was nothing, even Mu Sheng, who was much stronger in martial arts than him, suffered a lot after fighting for so long.

After all, the result of this desperate struggle is still remarkable. We have fewer enemies and more enemies, but the corpses of Yuan soldiers on the ground are many times more than those of the Ming army.Under the leadership of Mu Sheng, their team can be said to have completed the task satisfactorily and brilliantly. Even if they confess here today, it is considered a heroic sacrifice.

A quarter of an hour later, in order to preserve strength, Mu Sheng led the whole team back into the woods.In such a complex terrain, the cavalry completely lost their advantage, and the Yuan army had to abandon their horses and fight them at close quarters.Mu Sheng's order was not to strangle the enemy, but to procrastinate as long as he could, try to protect himself and wait for reinforcements.Therefore, the Ming army adopted the style of flying kites to deal with the enemy, and the frequency of casualties finally decreased.

But it only dragged on for an hour, and everyone gradually became exhausted.The bright sun is approaching the sun, and the sun is shining through the gaps in the woods. Qujing is located in the south, and the trees have not all fallen leaves. The yellow leaves on the ground and the evergreen leaves on the branches complement each other. It should be a bright and beautiful scenery in the south. At this moment, there are only corpses and bloodstains in sight, and the tangy blood has completely turned this forest into a hell.

With a "poof", Xia Ziling was pierced through the left shoulder by the enemy, but he felt that his right hand had been cut to numbness.Seeing that the charging enemy was about to stab him in the abdomen, a flash of sword light flashed, and it was Mu Sheng who saved him again.

"Get up!" Mu Sheng's eyes were red, and he roared furiously, "Show out the vigor you had when training your subordinates, hold on for a moment, maybe there will be a turning point."

"..." Xia Ziling was speechless. I really don't know what kind of perseverance supported Mu Sheng to continue fighting, for the reinforcements that were impossible to come?At this moment, there are only a hundred people left in their thousand-man team. Sure enough, the words of God's blessing that Mu Sheng and himself fabricated before were just lies to coax everyone to die. I don't know if these fallen brothers will hate themselves.

What would happen if he just died here?Xia Ziling suddenly thought of what Master said earlier, becoming a living soul and wandering outside the Three Realms. Maybe what Master said was true, but is it possible...to go back after dying like this?Xia Ziling suddenly felt that such a passive obedience to death was not necessarily a bad thing, so it would be no harm to try it, lest he work so hard, and the king of Shu would still treat him with a cold face.

Seeing that Xia Ziling was indifferent, and seemed to have lost his fighting spirit even more than before, Mu Sheng couldn't help feeling anxious and angry, and slashed back a group of enemy soldiers who were besieging him.After the Yuan army had been killed for a long time, the general holding two swords not only did not show fatigue, but became more and more courageous as he fought, and no one survived within three feet of him.The Yuan army was also born by a mother and had long flesh, so there was no reason why he was not afraid of death. When Mu Sheng counterattacked like crazy, everyone didn't dare to surround him for a while, and shifted their attack targets one after another.

As the enemy retreated, Mu Sheng turned around, shaking Xia Ziling's shoulders with both hands, shouting, "What are you doing? Give up on yourself? Want to die? Why don't you get up and fight!"

Xia Ziling: "..." He didn't really want to die, but he really didn't have the strength.

"Get up, if we return to Yingtian alive, I..." Mu Sheng suddenly found that he couldn't find a reason to persuade Xia Ziling. He didn't want him to die, and always felt that seeing this person fall would be extremely dazzling.but why?He himself does not know.

So, he could only roar dryly: "Anyway, you can't die, and you're not allowed to die!"

Xia Ziling looked at Mu Sheng for a few seconds, got up, held the spear tightly and said, "Got it, let's continue."

Mu Sheng didn't react to him cheering up so quickly, he was stunned for a moment before chasing after him with his sword.In fact, Xia Ziling didn't mean to ask for death, but Mu Sheng himself was too nervous.After being shaken and roared like this by him, the thought of "whether you can return to the present world after death" just now was thrown into the sky.Forget it, live as long as you can. Although the Ming Dynasty is not as fun as modern times, it is better than being a ghost.

Besides, Xia Ziling is not a person who gives up lightly, just now he rested on the ground for a while, and his body regained some strength, since Mu Sheng thinks highly of himself, let's fight with him until the last moment.

On the other side of the battlefield, Mu Ying seemed to feel that her son was fighting desperately.He sent Mu Sheng to carry out the task of disturbing the enemy's rear, and naturally he didn't want him to die.Therefore, General Mu, who was in his prime, led the right army and was unstoppable. The corpses of the Yuan army by the Baishi River lay across the field, and the right army was like a sharp wedge, and had already killed the enemy camp.

"Withdraw!" Seeing that the situation was over, Darima finally issued this order.Today's Baishijiang is destined to become a place of blood sacrifice. Less than one-third of his [-] elite soldiers are left. In fact, this battle has not yet started, and the battle has already been decided, and it is only a matter of time before he loses.

The escape route had been planned long ago. With the order of the military, Dali Ma immediately led a team of confidants along the south bank to retreat from Mount Miaogao to Kunming.Back to King Liang, no matter whether he continues to fight guerrilla warfare in Yunnan or sneaks back to Beiyuan, at least there is still a glimmer of hope.