In the face of the magnificent war, life is as small as mustard seeds.

Every moment is dead.

Their personal death seems to have nothing to do with the overall situation, but when they accumulate one by one, they dominate the trend of war - the war in the era of cold weapons is exactly the construction of these mustard seeds.

Arutai's heart is sinking.

He suddenly understood a truth: one-on-one, he could not kill Zhu Di.

According to the words from the Central Plains, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty was already overwhelmed, but he seemed to have endless power in his body. After fighting with him for so long, he showed no sign of decay at all.

Instead, the more you fight, the more you become, the more courageous you become.

Alutai saw Zhu Di's eyes, full of enthusiasm, excitement... or rather, full of madness!

Is he a devil?

Zhu Di, you are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the master of the entire Ming Dynasty. If you don’t enjoy such a beautiful world, but you enjoy the pleasure of fighting on the battlefield so much, you are just a madman.

Arutai was afraid.

In fact, this fear was not just because Zhu Di became more and more braver in the battle, but the moment he saw Zhu Di, it grew in Alutai's heart, but the beautiful wish of killing Zhu Di suppressed his fear.

Now that Zhu Di cannot be killed, this fear will take root and sprout in my heart and grow vigorously.

Why fear?

Because Alutai thought that Zhu Di had retreated in the Central Army camp, but he appeared in the infantry on the main battlefield. There was only one meaning here: the retreat of the Central Army camp was deliberately luring Alutai to divide his troops.

Therefore, on the main battlefield, with the advantage of military strength and the morale driven by the emperor, he will eat up the infantry of Alutai.

In terms of military affairs, Alutai lost.

In the current situation, in terms of the cavalry, it is difficult to distinguish between the Tatars and the Ming army for a while.

But it is obvious that under the morale brought by Zhu Di's personal charge, the infantry and army fighting on the main battlefield were slightly tilting towards the Ming army. If they continue, the Tatars might really be defeated.

This does not conform to the Tatar's usual combat style.

Alutai quickly understood.

No more battles.

Because we cannot defeat Zhu Di in one go, then there is only one strategy next: run.

Losing to Zhu Di... is not embarrassing.

With two fake swords, Alutai forced Zhu Di to escape, jumped a few steps back, grabbed an unmanned war horse, and retreated on the horse's back. Of course, he had not dared to shout the slogan of retreat.

First, the main general retreats may easily damage morale. If he calls for retreat like a dog who is a loser, he may be defeated like a mountain. Second, Alutai needs someone to give him the rear of the palace to prevent him from being chased by the powerful generals of the Ming army.

At that time, after Alutai withdrew from the battlefield, he immediately ordered the last infantry of the central army to line up and prepare to cover the retreat of the main force in front. At the same time, the horn was blown, and the order was issued to make the cavalry give up fighting with the Ming cavalry and instead cover the retreat of the infantry.

I have to say that Arutai made his most correct choice.

In this atypical war, although Alutai lost, he was not defeated and still had hope of making a comeback - the premise is that the infantry was not defeated like a mountain.

Next time, Arutai will no longer foolishly let the cavalry attack on the flank.

He would choose to use the cavalry to fight the forward.

Give full play to the advantages of the Tatar cavalry.

...

...

What is war?

In the past, he had only watched dusk in books and TV. Now, he had a deeper feeling. War is death, blood, abandoning all human nature, leaving only killing and desire to survive.

He is very tired.

Even a little desperate.

Xu Yin and Yu Yanliang were both injured and the sword rolled up.

The long sword in his hand was also bleeding.

It is hard to tell whether it is the enemy's blood or your own blood.

From beginning to end, he claimed to be a scholar at dusk, and finally touched the darkness deep in his soul in Yumuchuan: he killed someone.

Although only one was killed.

But it was killed in the end.

The desire to survive made him have no time to think about the face of the Tatar soldier who died under his sword at the last moment, the face with only despair and fear, and the godless eyes on that face were filled with darkness.

There is a hint of yearning in the dimness.

Yearning for beauty.

This is war.

Everyone you kill may be full of hope for the future, they are all living people.

I don’t know how long the war will last at dusk.

Xu Yin and Yu Yanliang were about to lose their combat power. The two were just using instinct to cooperate with swords and swords. Their eyes were already numb, but they still remembered one thing.

Protect the dusk.

Beside the three of them, seven or eight corpses were upside down.

This is a very prominent military achievement.

Three people killed seven or eight enemies, which was already very powerful. Like the ones in novels, movies and TV dramas, the scenes of extremely brave generals or soldiers killing like enemy formations, cutting melons and vegetables are basically difficult to appear.

All soldiers fight for life, and no one is a weak chicken.

Of course, Zhu Di is exceptional.

After all, he is the emperor, so he has been in full swing and most of the time, someone protects him.

At dusk, Yu Yanliang and Xu Yin stood back to back. Beside the two, countless people were fighting together, and a few Tatar soldiers were blood-red and were about to surround them.

The horn does not sound, no one dares to retreat.

Only kill.

Huang Dun felt that the long sword in his hand, which was originally only two or three pounds, was now more than a thousand pounds.

The fight is imminent, and he has no time to think about it.

Five Tatar soldiers surrounded them, and they fell in love with the heads of the dusk. This was such a huge military achievement, and these people understood that the three people on the other side were at the end of their strength.

Xu Yin and Yu Yanliang sighed bitterly.

There is a high probability that I will kneel down.

At the critical moment, the dull horn sound of Chenlai in the distant sky seemed to be sobbing, and it was like an old father calling his son back.

Xu Yin, who had been with Xu Huizu in the army, was greatly inspired: "The Tatars have retreated!"

retreat!

At this moment, no words can express the joy contained in these two words.

The five Tatar soldiers who were about to surround each other looked at each other, and without saying a word, they cooperated with each other to retreat to the rear: military merits are worthy, but the military orders are like a mountain, and when the trumpet sounds, the troops retreat.

Huang Dun and Xu Yin, Yu Yanliang did not pursue him.

They are at the end of their power.

He couldn't help but fall to the ground, looking at the Tatar soldiers retreating under the cover of the cavalry in the distance, and watching the chasing Ming soldiers shooting the chasing Ming soldiers to the ground with a splash of arrows, secretly taking a chance.

Fortunately, I didn't chase it, otherwise I would have to welcome these baptisms of the rain of arrows.

The horn still whimpered.

Between the vast land of Yumuchuan, war smoke rushed into the sky, with blood everywhere, countless broken limbs and swords in a mess, and countless wounded soldiers rolled on the ground...

The howling of pain was so heavy.

Trying to get up at dusk.

Looking into the distance.

No see Zhu Di.

But seeing countless Ming soldiers rushing forward Yu Yong, fearlessly the rain of arrows covered by the Tatar cavalry, under the cover of their own cavalry, they began to pursue the retreating infantry of the Tatars, trying to bite it.

Without guessing, Zhu Di must lead by example.

The sword light and the sword shadow gradually faded.

The drums and horns are gradually fading away.

The Ming army won a great victory!

For no reason, the evening remembered the theme song of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, "The light of swords and swords dimmed, the drums and horns were singing, and vivid faces were floating in front of you..."

War is so cruel.
Chapter completed!