He also lost first, and under the special care of several top Forbidden Palace masters, he could not even commit suicide.

Two masters held Yesen, one left and one right, and then the gun array composed of sixteen spears was set out to jail, trapping Yesen on a rack composed of sixteen spears, with a clever angle. This is a gun array that the army used to capture enemy masters alive.

In addition, the gun bar is made of stainless steel, which cannot be broken with strength.

Two thousand musketeers, the dense muskets shot randomly at less than twenty steps. A few who rushed to the nearest and wanted to save Yesen could not defeat the spear formation of the secret needle forest. They were either stabbed to death or were also trapped.

The last few people wanted to escape, but the Ming army launched a cannon.

Only a few dozen steps away, and one shot was shot, the fan shot was impossible to leave a living mouth.

All dead!

Ye Xian stared at the scene from beginning to end clearly. Not to mention the dead, the Ming army was not even injured. The hundreds of brave men who had been scattered across the desert for more than ten years were not even alive.

The Ming army was in front of the steel gun array. They did not check the injuries of those who fell. However, regardless of life or death, at least three long spears would be stabbed in the vital position. Once upon a time, Yesen had someone done this, but now this scene appeared in front of him, killing his subordinates.

No..., I also let out a trombone sound and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He also cried first, and two lines of blood and tears slid down the corners of his eyes. He still couldn't believe what he saw was real.

No one cares about what the Wattari people feels, and the entire Ming army camp was filled with joy and excitement.

One hour? Half an hour? In fact, from the time Bai Minghe ordered the attack, Yesian's troops were destroyed in just a few breaths, and the rest of the Ming soldiers who rushed up were just to clear the remaining troops. In modern terms, these people went to clean up the battlefield.

Bai Minghe, who had returned to the main business area before going out, walked to the tent and said to his personal guards: "I am tired, so I will take care of it first. If I am sick or die, I will not be able to explain it after returning to Beijing!"

"Get the order!" The personal guard responded and went down to pass the order.

Bai Minghe sat in the camp, his eyes became a little scattered, and one hand was pressing on his chest and his stomach was surging. Bai Minghe probably would have nightmares for at least one month. I really don’t know how his ancestor Bai Qi slept peacefully.

Maybe I really have killed enough, so I'll get used to it when I kill.

The strong vegetables and strong wine, Bai Minghe finally calmed down. Wang Cheng, who rushed back from the former army's position, was originally here to report the results. After hearing the personal guards outside the door, Bai Minghe's face was not good, he ran to the kitchen to make a bowl of plain noodles, and personally took it into Bai Minghe's tent.

The white-known crane was sitting behind the desk, calculating.

"Sir, eat a bowl of noodles. Vegetarian noodles!"

"Thank you." Bai Minghe pushed the abacus aside and moved the noodle bowl to the front and back. Wang Cheng said, "I just calculated it. This time we compensated. You are not calm, and you are excited by the old generals. You must know how much money you have lost in just a short while."

Wang Cheng saw Bai Minghe planning to do it.

Bai Minghe didn't answer and ate the noodles on his own.

Wang Cheng sat next to the Baiminghe: "Sir, the cost of making the material for a flying swallow fire is more than 200 taels of silver. After the production is completed, it will add various expenses such as labor and sealing. Four hundred taels are not much. The detailed part is calculated by the accounting office, and I will only say it roughly. I think if this thing is sold to the Japanese or Nanzhang, it will be worth 5 taels of silver."

"Worth it!" Bai Minghe was still eating noodles. He had been getting up in the morning because he had to fight and was a little nervous, so he didn't eat anything.

"Twenty-four thousand pieces of money. It's one million and two million taels of silver. Plus the Divine Fire Flying Crow, which was originally worth ten taels of silver each, would be the price of one hundred taels of food for takeout."

Hearing the three words "Friendship Price", Bai Minghe laughed, and Wang Cheng's words now become more and more modern.

Wang Cheng also smiled. But he continued, "According to two hundred taels of silver, this is one thousand, and 200,000 taels of silver were thrown in again. In addition, two thousand cannons were shot three times, this cannon is calculated at the cost, which is also two taels of silver."

"Yes, according to your algorithm, one million and a half taels of silver will be thrown out in just a few breaths."

Wang Cheng nodded: "We later calculated that according to the current fighting style, not to mention one tenth, or one twenty, and with the infantry and cavalry charge, we can also destroy the enemy."

"Is there any shock? Will this make the Watts despair if you have this one-time?"

"That's it!" Wang Cheng also admitted that not to mention the Watshu people, even the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were shocked by that scene. I guess they would never forget this gorgeous battle in this life.

Bai Minghe said again: "It's not that I fight with several veteran generals, but that I want our people to know how to use this firearm. And that's right, the Tulupanese people will be truly surrendered. Don't you think that the blink of an eye today is very exciting?"

Wang Cheng also laughed, laughing very happily. No need to answer, it was really good at that time.

But this is too expensive. It is just the cost calculation of Daming himself, and these are worth at least 200,000 to 300,000 taels of silver.

Is it expensive?

Bai Minghe really knew that this little silver was nothing. Not to mention 300,000 taels, even 3 million taels were nothing. Three million taels were just 2 billion in later generations, and 300,000 taels were just 200 million. A modern war, such a war that determines the life and death of a country and a country, is too little.

Wang Cheng originally wanted to persuade him a few more words, but this kind of playing was too wasteful.

But when I thought about it, there seemed to be no need to persuade him. Bai Minghe went to the battlefield this time, and it may not be the next time. The generals of the Ming Dynasty would not waste fighting like this. They would definitely calculate the use and quantity of each piece of armed forces accurately. They would never burn tens of thousands of enemy positions into seas of fire and blow them into ruins in one breath like Bai Minghe.

Speaking of the ruins, several veteran generals, Fan Liang and Hou Tianci have already joined the same place.

The enemy's escaped, but at least tens of thousands of people fled. However, the enemy's main camp had been taken down, and there was almost no decent battle to completely capture the Wastu main camp without any fortifications.

"In the future, you can't let Lord Xiaobai lead the troops again." An old general stared at the sea of ​​fire for a long time, and finally said this.

Hou Tianci heard this, but he didn't dare to touch it. He just surrendered to the general.

But Fan Liang asked: "Did Lord Bai not fight well?"

"He is too loser." When the old general said this, the rest nodded vigorously. One interface said: "I know the things he used are too expensive. These are not considered. They can obviously get tens of thousands of high-quality war horses, but there are not even five thousand war horses that are not injured at the moment. I hope that a few little guys can block the escaped people and at least recover some of the horse team."

After the general finished speaking, everyone stopped talking and was silently watching the still burning desert.

Not to mention military horses or weapons, there are no other spoils left. You should know that the wats like to put their belongings on them, and there are gold and silver on them.

Even if the fire is out, no one will reduce it. This area must be a place of evil ghosts.

"Come on, send the order. Start tomorrow, dig sand and bury them all."

Hou Tianci's heart was always uneasy. He set out before dawn. When he arrived at the main camp of Washu, he was already attacked by the Ming army. His contribution only accelerated the failure of Washu people and prevented some of the Washu people from escaping. There was almost no real battle.

When he came from the back camp and followed Fan Liang and several generals from the Ming Dynasty to the main battlefield, he realized that he was not here to fight, but to watch the fun.

The same is true for these Ming troops, and they are also here to feel the fierce battle.

"One hundred!" After a long silence, an old general spoke: "I counted five hundred numbers in my heart at that time, and then there was nothing. The entire thorn in front of me was almost wiped out. He was so brave that he took hundreds of people to attack the main formation. He really thought that those soldiers of Xiaobai were just soft dishes without wearing steel armor."

"What's the result?" Fan Liang asked.

"I don't know, I'm leading my troops to chase me. I guess I should be alive first, so the rest is hard to say."

No one believed that the main formation would be defeated by the hundreds of people in Yesen. Not to mention hundreds, even if a few thousand people rushed over, they would only be slaughtered. Bai Minghe still had many weapons in his hands. These generals knew that there were at least ten kinds of unused ones, most of which were melee weapons.

For example, thunder, thunder, thunder, etc.

In the camp, Bai Minghe had finished the bowl of noodles and even drank the soup clean.

Wang Cheng then said, "Sir, I should report a letter to Long Live!"

Bai Minghe did not answer, thinking that he should wait for the army to return and report the complete battle situation. Wang Cheng said again: "Sir, this is fighting here, which touches the hearts of many people. I think long live the life, it must be worried."

"Okay, you can send it in your name first. I will go to the front camp for a walk. I will check the war situation on the staff side first, and then report it to Long Live. If you have any details, you can report it tomorrow."

Wang Cheng gave a gift: "Yes, I will do it now!"

On the way to the Tianyinji tent, Wang Cheng repeatedly thought about how to send this telegram.

In the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the Wuying Palace of the Imperial Palace, the Ming Dynasty Emperor Zhu Qiyu, who had not eaten a bite of staple food for a whole day, was waiting for the report of the battle situation, as Wang Cheng said.

The telegram rang, and the first one was only one sentence: Lord Bai killed 70% of the enemies between a few breaths with a million taels of silver! (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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