Finally, the telegraph that had been silent for several hours rang again.

Yu Qian seemed to be surprised when he looked at the content of the telegram, as if this was the normal result.

Several consecutive telegrams were also sent, but Yu Qian was very surprised and specially added a reply to ask. Bai Minghe also came to see it because of curiosity. The reinforcements from the Ningxia Central Guard had arrived.

Fan Liangchu, who were fighting and retreating, suddenly felt the pressure was greatly reduced, and then there was a dense sound of muskets. Without sending someone to check, you could hear that this was the muskets of the Ming Dynasty, but it was not the latest generation of front-mounted flintlock guns, but the front-mounted coercion guns.

This is not just a difference in ignition, because the difference in sealing properties makes the sounds of the two guns quite different.

Ordinary people may not be able to hear it, but the first level of the Ming Dynasty's lieutenant can definitely be heard.

With the help of reinforcements, Fan Liang and his men successfully retreated to the camp. Sitting at the gate of the camp, when Fan Liang took off his plate armor, blood fell from his body to the ground. After three hours of fighting, Fan Liang didn't know how many people he had cut down. Just the blood splashed on his body and flowed into the plate armor along his neck, he had accumulated more than a bowl.

"General Fan, this battle is a heroic spirit!" The Ningxia Central Guard's general came over and clasped his fists.

He had already received a report from the scout when he came to the formation. He was crazy and could not see where his people were. He only saw chaos everywhere, with countless enemy troops and countless corpses on the ground. And how many people were there on the Ming Dynasty, the people from the Ningxia Central Guard knew about it, and there was only one vanguard camp.

Fan Liang sighed heavily, then shook his head.

The reinforcements don’t know about Zhu Qian’s death in battle.

This person who brought reinforcements here only thought that Fan Liang was tired. He asked his two personal guards to stay here, and he went to help and command. He asked the reinforcements to enter the camp, deploy defenses outside the camp, then accommodated the wounded soldiers and counted the supplies.

Fan Liang's eyes kept looking forward, and there were still many flames burning in front of him.

A soldier went over and prepared to use sand to extinguish the flames on the ground in front of the camp gate, but Fan Liang jumped up: "No one is allowed to move that fire! Don't move!"

Why not move? No one asked, the tragic tragedy on the battlefield remained there, countless people died, at least 20,000 people in Tulupan remained here, and countless injured people were injured. The specific numbers may be far higher than this, but no one is counting these at present.

It was not until it was completely dark that the flames slowly faded.

But there is another place where the flames are still burning.

Fan Liang dragged his legs like a feeding of lead and approached the burning flame step by step. In order to avoid Fan Liang's accident, many soldiers followed behind, even if they had no energy, they followed him step by step. Some soldiers from Ningxia Central Guard with weapons came out of the camp in groups and followed behind.

On the other side of the flame, there were some figures, and they were walking without riding horses.

The soldiers of the Ningxia Central Guard were carrying weapons and preparing to move forward. Fan Liang waved his hand to signal them not to be impulsive.

"Dear Ming General." The other party's Chinese is not standard, but it can be understood by people. "We just want to take the king's stick back. We must admit that you are very powerful."

"You guys... forget it and wait together!" Fan Liang didn't comment on anything else.

But the other party said, "No matter from the beginning to the final battle, you are very strong!"

"Thanks!"

After saying this, Fan Liang did not speak anymore, but just sat cross-legged and looked at the flames silently. The flames had become very weak and would be extinguished at any time.

Dozens of torches were lit behind Fan Liang. The other party also raised the torches.

When the flames were completely extinguished, Fan Liang took off his cloak, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, and then picked up some bones, armor that had been completely burned, and even a few handfuls of sand in the cloak. The other party was doing the same thing.

The king staff was completely deformed. It was a golden cane, but it was just a gold bar of irregular shape.

After picking up the remains under the flames, Fan Liang stood up and said, "Tomorrow, we will continue at dawn. I don't know how long you can last. You are returning without success, but leaving your life here. See you on the battlefield!"

The other party was silent and did not answer. The necessary etiquette would not be missing. After showing off each other, they turned around and left at the same time.

At this time, the reinforcements from the Ningxia Central Guard understood what happened today.

Zhu Qian fought for Yesen's eldest son, the Khan of Tulupan, and caused a fire to disband the enemy. You should know that when the army collapsed, no matter how many soldiers you have, it only depends on how many more people you can return to the team and reorganize combat power. If the entire army collapses, Tumu Fort is an example.

The Ming Dynasty had 500,000 people collapsed across the country, otherwise how could it be that 30,000 people in Wats defeated the Ming Dynasty?

But it is different here. Escape from behind is also a dead end, so after reaching the edge of the desert, many soldiers calmed down and escaping into the desert was also a dead end, which made many people stop. The alive leader began to re-encase the remaining soldiers and organize troops to fight back again.

A feeling of simple and respectfulness arises from the hearts of the people of Ningxia Zhongwei.

It's late at night!

The lights in Zuo Pioneer Camp were brightly lit, and no one went to sleep, and no one went to sleep even if they were tired.

The logistics camp made a huge spiritual position to worship the dead robes in the Battle of Tumu Fort.

The capital city and the Ming Dynasty Palace were also brightly lit. The Ming Dynasty Emperor sat in the Wuying Hall, and all eleven major scholars in the cabinet stood at the lower head. Two did not arrive. One was Yu Qian leading the army, and the other was Jin Lian, who was sick again.

"I, I feel very heartbroken!" Zhu Qiyu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"Long live, I suggest that the capital city will be in a simple way now."

Yang Ning was a civil official and thought from the bottom of his heart that the military generals were vulgar and were a person lower than them. But this time Yang Ning had to admit that Zhu Qian was very impressed by him. He knew a little bit of the bone-eroding ghost fire. Many people were so scared that they were trembling when they heard this name. They stuck to their bodies a little and would not stop until they burned them.

However, Zhu Qian rushed towards the enemy with such a terrible thing and several incendiary bombs.

Not everyone has the courage to die with the enemy.

"The capital city is big!" Zhu Qiyu agreed. He was really heartbroken. There was no such thing as the idea that soldiers were naughty and had anything wrong with each other, but the heartbrokenness of fighting to the death for these ministers who were loyal to the Ming Dynasty and loyal to him.

ps: The days without a manuscript are so hard...
Chapter completed!