An arrow, an iron arrow with a barbed iron passed through the chest from the left shoulder. From the position, it might have hurt the heart.

Several sentries rushing over helped the man up, and before he could speak, a mouthful of blood had flowed out of his mouth.

The knight struggled to draw an arrow on the sand with his fingers, and then pressed his palms behind the arrow, but the man closed his eyes with a hint of unwillingness.

The long horn sounded awakened many people who were still dreaming.

Get dressed quickly, get weapons, and assemble.

"We may have encountered an enemy, and I thought it should be 50,000 people. So, should we fight or retreat to Ningxia Guard and Ningxia Central Guard. If you have anything, we must make a decision immediately." Fan Liang shouted in the central army tent.

Zhu Qian came in a little late. Because he was in poor health, he felt anxious and vomited blood when he heard the news in the morning. Then he went to see the just-dead soldier and then came to the Central Army tent.

"We can't retreat, we can't escape the cavalry. Although we don't know the detailed distance of the enemy, we can guess."

This is a marching and war, and it is impossible to guess.

But no one responded, because Zhu Qian was also a veteran general who had experienced many battles.

"Let's talk about our scouts first, which means that they die of blood. Judging from the wounds on his body, the person who shot him should have been a few hours ago, at most five or six hours, or at least four hours. Why? Because the arrow he was shot was not an ordinary soldier, and the person who used this kind of arrow must have infinite power. If the arrow did not shoot through his body directly, it means that the distance was not close. So it must be that it was not dark yet, at least the arrows could be seen when the figure was visible."

It is impossible not to admit that Zhu Qian’s analysis is very reasonable.

"Then, the enemy saw our scouts and the people escaped. We will definitely make preparations to reduce our preparation time. Even if they don't rush to travel overnight, they will set off before dawn and speed up the road. With their location, they should pass by us."

"Half a day left?" Fan Liang asked.

Zhu Qian nodded.

It was impossible for their troops to retreat for half a day. When the number of enemy troops was much higher than that of them, the only way to survive was to persevere. Then wait for the Ningxia Guards and Ningxia Central Guards to send troops out to support them. After the battle situation was determined by deciding whether to fight to the death or retreat into a certain guard.

"Ningxia Wei and Ningxia Zhongwei do not have Tianyin. Because the number of Tianyin is limited, I don't believe they will encounter attacks. So I must send someone immediately."

The generals immediately calculated the time. If they escape now, they may not be able to escape even if they give up most of their supplies.

"Do we need to escape?" Zhu Qian put a bone-eroded ghost fire incendiary bullet listed as a taboo on the table: "I have heard that things are very powerful. If you stick a little spark, you can die. And we still have twenty-four cannons on our hands. All of them were replaced with bead bullets, this time..."

Zhu Qian stopped and glanced at everything present. His voice increased a few degrees: "You should give the old brothers an incense stick. This incense should be strong and there will be sacrifices in front of you."

"war!"

Starting from the Central Army’s tent, it spread in circles.

No matter how many enemies there are, no matter how powerful or elite the opponent is, everyone here has participated in the Battle of Tumu Fort or the Battle of the Capital. It can be said that everyone has their own relatives who die in these two battles. Of course, if you include friends, friends, comrades, etc., there are countless.

It was time to give the incense stick, but I was struggling with no high-quality offerings. Now that the offerings are coming, why not fight?

"Come on, two hours. Get ready for the trap!" Fan Liang ordered loudly: "The best riding skills are arranged, with a team of five people, a total of six teams sent letters to Ningxia Guards and Ningxia Central Guards in three batches. Our army is here to resist, and ask the two guards to quickly prepare for the war. And send people to pick them up..." Before Fan Liang finished speaking, Zhu Qian became angry: "Fuck, pick up, tell them to help me clean the battlefield."

Fan Liang did not refute it. In short, this is fine, as long as someone is sent to come later.

"Send a telegram to the Central Army camp. The enemy crosses the sand sea, which is only three hours away from our left-front camp. You can only set up a camp and fight. If you retreat, you must give up your baggage and you may lose all your troops. There is still a chance of victory in one battle. The enemy may exceed 50,000 people, so please decide the camp." However, Zhu Qian did not refute the content of Fan Liang's telegram this time.

In ancient times, when fighting, strong battalions and defenses could not be captured in one day even if they face ten times the enemy.

I only need to persist for three or five days. The Ningxia Guard behind me and the Left Army in the north will send people here. Unless there are a large number of enemy troops here, the central army will not easily approach here.

It’s not a matter of survival now, but a matter of how much you can kill and how much you will lose.

Time is always the enemy of life. No matter in that era, it is the same. It is not enough to prepare for the enemy, at least psychologically, at least it will never think that it is enough.

Shortly after the telegram reached Wuying Hall, the first team of enemy reconnaissance cavalry appeared in sight.

"Thirty people, the tile stinger!" shouted the sentry.

The camp gate opened, and two cavalrymen with one hundred men each ran out on both sides of the camp. The team of enemy reconnaissance cavalry only turned around in sight, and then divided into ten teams, fleeing in groups of three. Fan Liang, who was standing in front of the camp gate, knew that the mission of these enemy troops had been achieved. When they discovered the enemy, they naturally wanted to escape back to report the news.

There are generally two types of scout tasks.

One is to kill the enemy scouts you meet, and the other is to collect intelligence.

There is no silly scout captain who will let his men show his bravery to hundreds of times the enemy.

As expected, the two teams of cavalry returned to the camp, leaving only a dozen enemies behind, and the rest escaped smoothly.

Zhu Qian walked out of the camp, looked at the dead enemy scouts, and then said to Fan Liang: "After discovering the third team of scouts, we lined up at the camp gate, and our trap is under our feet."

"Get orders!" Fan Liang saluted.

Zhu Qian nodded. Fan Liang's lack of extra problems was enough to prove that he was not a new rookie on the battlefield. He lowered his voice and said, "After three rounds of attacks from far and near, retreat to the camp wall. Then there is a bloody battle!"

On the other side, it was more than an hour after Yu Qian received the telegram. According to the ancient marching speed, it was already very fast. There was no excessive joy, but only a complicated mood. Because the enemy was too many, Zhu Qian was obviously ready to fight.

At this time, giving up supplies and retreating to Ningxia Guards with city walls is not a bad choice.

No matter how much materials are, as long as they do not affect the situation of the war, losing some materials is not a big problem.

If Zuo Feng fails, it will affect the morale of the army.

The most troublesome thing is that once the left front fails, if the Ningxia Guard sends troops to support him, and the defense is empty, the consequences will be even more troublesome.

"Come on Zhu Qian's army..." Yu Qian spoke to order, Bai Minghe's hand went to block the clerk. Before Bai Minghe could speak, four or five generals gave great salutes to Yu Qian: "Master, if you order General Zhu to retreat, you may be..."

"What are you afraid of?" Yu Qian shouted coldly.

"I'm afraid General Zhu will stay alone and face the enemy with his life."

"As a leader, he will not fight..."

The generals said verbally, and Yu Qian waved his hand impatiently: "Military orders are like mountains, but there is no favor in front of military orders."

"What is the crime of disobeying military orders?" Bai Minghe asked slowly. Yu Qian had a cold face: "Zhou Li Jue!"

"Anyway, I don't want to live anymore, so I will fight to the enemy. In this battle, the enemy's losses will not be small. It is difficult to use military orders to talk about right and wrong, merits and demerits. The Ming Dynasty is not a Ming Dynasty that relies solely on laws and regulations to constrain the world. Even the Ministry of Justice has laws and is nothing more than human favors. Lord Yu Qian, I know you want to protect General Zhu Qian's life, but does he want to live by himself?"

Yu Qian was silent. He knew Zhu Qian and knew that Bai Minghe and other generals were right.

"But the commander of the central army will not be able to trap any army or death in the first battle. No army will be ordered to fight to the death at the critical moment of life and death. As the commander..." Yu Qian was also helpless. He had the responsibility of being the commander.

"I have a thousand feet of ebony!" Bai Minghe suddenly spoke.

Yu Qian smiled coldly, let alone a thousand feet, as long as this guy is willing, he will transport it to him ten million feet. However, Yu Qian still asked, "What do you mean?"

"Long live the text and bloody battles. Establish a hero for the Ming Dynasty, use one life or hundreds of lives to create a hero. I don't like someone to die, but war cannot kill people. We have to fight, but morale cannot be reduced. We are all veterans of a hundred battles. They know how to survive, and the other generals will also let the Wasturen know how strong we are!"

Yu Qian thought about Bai Minghe's words seriously and nodded silently.

"You are mature, you plan to use the strategy of mourning soldiers. You can borrow Zhu Qian's life to exchange for a fight with your back."

"Yeah!" Bai Minghe didn't avoid it, so he thought so.

Yu Qian stood up straight: "Capitalize the capital, tell the capital in the name of the Central Army commander that the enemy is in front of him and there is no way to retreat. Please live and allow the enemy to fight to the death. Then call the left army from Wuying Palace, divide the troops to rescue and guard his position to prevent the enemy from attacking the east and west."

The telegram was sent out soon.

Yu Qian said again: "The white-famous crane in the military supervisor is willing to offer ten thousand feet of ebony in his private name!"

The telegram was sent out, and Bai Minghe said, "I just said a thousand feet."

"Ten thousand feet!" Yu Qian gently patted Bai Minghe's shoulder.

In Wuying Hall, the Emperor of Ming stood up from the imperial throne. He already knew that Zhu Qian had at least ten times the enemy army in front of General Zhu Qian. It is an unknown number of how long he could last, and behind him were Ningxia Guards and Ningxia Central Guards. The veteran generals also guessed the meaning of the Central Army’s tent and specifically explained to the Emperor of Ming: It’s not that you can’t retreat, but that it’s better to fight than retreat.

"Transfer my will and order Zhu Qian to fight for Tumu Fort with a bloody shame, and I will give him honor and return!" (To be continued...)

ps: I got home, but I took the wrong intersection when I got off the highway...

It's so miserable...

I ran dozens of kilometers more.

But finally everything went well.

The third day will give everyone a good night's sleep tomorrow.
Chapter completed!