Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 983 Attack on the Camp
Seeing that the two sides started fighting over such a trivial matter as queue-jumping, Hu Legen, Guilichi and others began to retreat secretly, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to complete Zhu Xiongying and Chang Mao's instructions to set fire to the camp.

As long as a fire broke out in the camp and the camp fell into chaos, the Ming Dynasty soldiers twenty miles away would surely rush in and completely defeat Bayanchur and Arutai.

But unfortunately, until the end, none of them got the chance.

The reason was that this fight had a result very quickly. After all, most of the Tatar soldiers were strong and wore leather armor. Although they restrained themselves from drawing their swords, many of them had horse whips on their waists.

On the other hand, the released captives were all thinly dressed and hungry. Although they were given two steamed buns when they left the Ming army camp, the energy provided by the two steamed buns had long been consumed after running for 20 miles. How could they be the opponents of these Tatar soldiers?

"Stop, stop! Damn it, do you all want to be executed by Bayanchur Khan?" Only when the outcome of the situation was decided did several Tatar generals arrive late and separate the two groups of people.

At this time, most of the prisoners who were released had been beaten and wounded. They supported each other and climbed up from the ground. The Tatar soldiers were very proud and said proudly: "Come on! Don't you want to fight? Come on!"

A group of released captives stared at each other with angry eyes.

"Unfortunately, it seems there is no chance today." Guilichi said in a low voice as he looked at the two groups that had been separated and the generals who had come to maintain the situation.

But is it really a pity?
On just the first day, the released captives were already clearly separated from the soldiers... Once they were allocated armor and issued weapons, they could recuperate and gather their strength.

If a fight breaks out again, will the winner be decided so quickly?
……

This fight, which was quickly decided, was just a minor incident in the eyes of Alutai, Bayanchur and other leaders. The Mongolian masters, who were busy with various affairs, had no time to pay attention to such insignificant turmoil.

Now, what they care most about is how to defeat the Ming army of Da Ningdusi in front of them.

"Great Khan, what are we waiting for?" The impatient Azashili was beginning to lose his outward respect. "We have increased our troops by 10,000, but we still don't dare to attack the Ming camp."

"Are we going to wait until it snows heavily and bury all the Akito in the snow until they suffocate to death?"

His tone was very unfriendly.

Bayanchur, who was dressed in jewels, seemed frightened and looked at Aluta helplessly. Aluta, who was sitting below him, sighed and said, "King of Liao, it's not that the Khan doesn't want to fight the Ming people."

"The Ming camp is really strong. Attacking it is a last resort..."

"Stay still, isn't that the best strategy?" Azhashiri interrupted Aluta without any politeness.

"Don't forget, we now have more than 10,000 people. Even if we seize some Ming army food and grass in Quanningwei, how long can we support it now?"

"If you don't dare, just hand over these ten thousand people to me! Let me lead them and my warriors to attack the Ming camp. I will capture the Ming camp at all costs!"

Alutai looked embarrassed. Azashili was right. Their food and grass were indeed on the verge of being scarce. They only had two options now: send out troops to raid the valley, or lead a large army to attack the Ming camp...

But the Ming people were somehow able to grasp their movements so easily, so how could they spread out their troops and horses to attack the grass valleys?

He pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "The King of Liao is brave, but it doesn't make sense for him to charge ahead while we enjoy the fun behind."

"Since the Liao king insists, we will march together tomorrow and destroy the Ming army camp. How do you think?"

Azashiri already has thousands of men under his command. If he adds the tens of thousands of released captives, his power will surely increase greatly... Who knows whether he will attack the Ming Dynasty or turn around to deal with him and Bayanchur Khan?
Aluta is not that stupid.

Instead of doing this, it would be better for them to take the lead in a general attack on the Ming army camp.

After all, the flag of the Ming Crown Prince was right in front of him. If he, Alutai, were asked to turn a blind eye to it, he would be unwilling to do so.

……

"Report!"

A soldier rushed into the general's tent. Inside the tent, Chang Mao was explaining the battlefield situation to Zhu Xiongying. Hearing this, both of them turned around.

"Reporting to the Duke and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the scout on the hot air balloon reported that the Tatar army is gathering outside the camp wall. The general ordered me to come and report as soon as possible." The soldier clasped his fists.

"I see." Chang Mao nodded, a hint of excitement on his face: "Finally we are here. I was worried that this camp that I built with so much effort would be useless."

"Fortunately, the effort was not in vain!"

"The speed at which the thieves made decisions was even faster than expected in the secret letter from Uncle Wu." Zhu Xiongying said solemnly. "It seems that there is someone among the Tatars who is considered a big shot. Uncle should be careful."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, these little thieves can't hurt me, Old Chang." Chang Mao laughed. "It's a waste not to accept this military merit that comes right to my door." He said, striding out of the tent.

"The Duke."

"The Duke."

A group of generals had already prepared their gear outside the tent. Chang Mao was full of energy and took his long-handled broadsword from his personal guards, saying, "Follow me to the front camp and see how the Tatar bird thieves plan to attack my camp!"

Everyone followed Chang Mao to the lookout tower of the front camp, and saw smoke and dust all over the sky ahead. The Tatar army was already rushing in. The overwhelming army in the smoke and dust was arranging its battle array.

"Old Liu, how many people did the Tatar bandits send out?" Chang Mao asked the general beside him.

"Duke, there are probably 20,000 or 30,000 people," General Liu replied, and he spat fiercely on the ground. "Damn it, the Tartar thieves are almost out in full force."

"Brothers, get into position quickly." Chang Mao clenched the long sword in his hand, "Everyone, cheer up!"

"Those are all real military achievements. If anyone is slow and fails to pick up enough, don't blame this duke for not reminding you properly."

"It's not easy to encounter a tough battle in our Ming Dynasty. Don't let people laugh at us, Daning!"

"Yes!" All the generals responded in unison, and they were all excited.

At the same time, the Tatar army outside the camp had already formed up. Aluta looked at the hedgehog-like camp in front of him, took a deep breath to suppress the heaviness in his heart, and then said: "First formation, attack!"

Three thousand infantrymen were slowly separated from the army, holding large shields and marching towards the Ming army camp step by step.

In the camp, Chang Mao frowned.

Three thousand infantrymen were deployed in the first battle? It seems that the Tatars want to attack our army camp directly in one fell swoop!
(End of this chapter)