Chapter 1600

The scenery of Wuling Mountain is good, but no one goes in and out at ordinary times. It is said that the beasts in it have been in disaster.

Yang Rong is not interested in this. He is thinking about how to get on well with Zhu gaochi after he goes back, and how to recover the rift caused by the civil and military dispute.

"Enemy... Enemy attack!"

As soon as Yang Rong looked up, he heard a shrill scream. Then the whole team looked to the right.

In the distant pass, a group of cavalry in ragged fur coats rushed out, waving long knives and shouting.

"It's the Hari!"

A thousand officials looked at the number of people who rushed out and shouted in despair: "more than 2000 people, Lord Yang, withdraw quickly! Withdraw to the general stone! Lower officials fight to stop them!"

Yang Rong suddenly felt that his blood was frozen. He shouted, "resist the enemy! Resist the enemy immediately!"

Without his warning, the thousand officials had ordered the array. In their busy schedule, they turned back and saw that Yang Rong and others were still in place, so they shouted, "Lord Yang, go!"

Yang Rong pulled out his long sword and said in a deep voice, "I'm not going anywhere today. If I die in battle, I'll die for Daming! All soldiers, fight the enemy bravely!"

The familiar words stunned the soldiers, but they looked ahead, but they didn't see the emperor, and their morale immediately stagnated.

The thousand family official smiled bitterly and whispered to the Deputy thousand family, "he dared to sacrifice his life, but he didn't dare to take the lead in the battle. It's like what Xinghe Bo said. It's totally different from me and to me. It's self defeating."

Deputy Qianhu sneered: "the literati on the battle front are still far away, which will only delay things."

Thousand officials nodded and said, "you can't stop it. Prepare. I'll take you to the array."

Deputy Qianhu nodded, then bravely rushed to the front, ran back and forth in front of the battle, and shouted, "brothers, for Daming!"

More than a thousand people shouted in unison, "for Daming!"

Thousands of officials looked back at Yang Rong with an impassioned face, then rushed to the front, raised their knives and shouted, "Daming Wansheng!"

"Daming wins!"

The voice looked weak in the cold wind.

Qianhu officer looked at the accelerating enemy. He knew that these surviving Hari people were brave people. Two to one, he was not an opponent.

But you can't run away, can you?

Without the drag of Yang Rong and others, Qianhu officials would choose guerrillas and slowly drag the enemy to death.

But not now!

Seeing that the morale was low, thousands of officials galloped back and forth in front of the battle again and shouted, "Daming wins!"

"Daming wins!"

Qianhu officer took the horse to the middle, raised his knife, and then rushed to the enemy.

If he doesn't want to be defeated in a war, he must take the lead.

"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

The bravery of thousands of officials finally inspired the depressed morale in despair. The cavalry began to accelerate, and their cold hands held the handle of the knife hard, ready to drink hot blood.

"To lose!"

Although Wen Fang doesn't understand the battle array, he knows that it is a difficult problem to attack the crowd with less.

Yang Rong took his horse and looked at it in place and said, "Whoever can kill the enemy, let's go now."

A civil servant said, "I've studied fencing for several years. I'll go first. Daming Wansheng!"

This is to die!

Looking at his confident appearance, Yang Rong, who has experienced many wars, smiled bitterly.

When the civil servant rode forward, the front had collided with each other.

In the tumult, thousands of officials had cut off two heads, but the dangerous situation made him understand one thing.

Lose!

The frozen faces and hands of those Hari people were full of chilblain. Some even couldn't hold a long knife. They took off after blocking it.

But after being cut off the long knife, these Hari people were not frightened. Instead, they rushed frantically, fell down with the Ming army in their arms, and then both were trampled to death.

This is the enemy of despair!

Just as in those years, the desperate Hari people broke out a crazy momentum, and from time to time they could see the tragedy of exchanging life for life.

A thousand household officials were also caught by a Hari man, but he reacted quickly. He knocked the man down with one elbow of his backhand, and then shouted, "kill them!"

Yang Rong can't take care of them. At the moment, the only way to get rid of the tragic entanglement is to break through the formation of Hari people and then detour.

But the harelites were struggling, and someone kept shouting for command.

"Sir, they will leave us all here and die for their king."

Thousands of officials heard the voice of despair. At the moment, what he regretted most was to intercept the Hari people.

The Hari people on both wings kept shrinking, and the Ming army kept falling in the flying arrows.

The fierce battle made Wen Fang's legs tremble. He tried to escape, but his hands were weak and he couldn't turn his horse around.

Yang Rong sighed, "I died here today. You can escape."

Run, NIMA!

None of the accompanying civil servants escaped. In this icy and snowy environment, where can they run better than those Hari people.

Yang Rong raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth and murmured, "Your Majesty, is this to kill ministers? Then why use Hari people?"

Yang Rong, as the first assistant, did not stand on his side in the dispute between Zhu gaochi and civil servants, but faintly hugged the civil servants.

From Peiping to now, Yang Rong has been thinking about how to repair the relationship between monarchs and ministers.

But now it seems that the relationship is hard to repair.

A thousand families are accompanied... Too few!

At the moment, Yang Rong forgot Gubeikou's advice and felt that he had become the victim of a conspiracy.

There is a great terror between life and death. Under this terror, no matter how generous people are, their character will change greatly.

"There's a horse hoof!"

Yang Rong, who was in despair and indignation, didn't look back. It was in the middle of Gubeikou and Jiangjun stone. People couldn't see it, let alone reinforcements.

Wen Fang looked hard sideways on his horse and saw a dark cavalry galloping towards this side on the right.

His eyes blinked, his lips trembled with excitement, and he shouted, "help... Help..."

An official had seen the army and the flags. He shouted madly, "here comes the reinforcements! Here comes the reinforcements!"

Yang Rong's body shook, turned his head and saw the army.

"My Lord, it's Jubao mountain guard!"

Yang Rong nodded and saw someone sobbing in his entourage, so he mocked himself: "I'm killing my heart, killing my own heart!"

In desperation, he thought that Zhu gaochi asked him to die, but he ignored that it was his choice to exit the customs, and he didn't expect that Jubao mountain guard would follow him.

Calculate the time, that is, the day after they left Beijing, Jubao mountain guard was sent out.

"Your Majesty..."

Yang Rong's vision was a little blurred. His eyes were full of tears. Guilt drowned the joy after narrowly escaping death.

"Reinforcements are coming!"

The Ming army, who was struggling to fight, heard the cry and morale was greatly boosted.

And those Hales also saw the Ming army. One of them shouted desperately, "it's under the command of the demon God!"

During the northern expedition, the firearms troops of the Ming army were all under the unified command of Fang Xing. The terrible firepower and tenacious fighting spirit frightened the Haley people.

Morale just collapsed.

It was only ten breaths from the first Hari to flee towards the mountain pass, and then to the collapse of the whole army.

"Wu Yue went to block the mountain pass and killed the others."

Lin Qun'an rushed over first and immediately issued an order.

Then the Wen side saw a killing with its own eyes.

The sergeant of Jubaoshan guard and the close behind immediately dismounted, and then started to shoot in unison from the periphery. The Ming army in the encirclement took the opportunity to kill out and intercept on the periphery.

With the roar of fire guns, those Hari people fell off their horses one after another. And just now they dared to exchange their lives for their lives, and there was a phenomenon of dismounting and asking for surrender.