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

Chapter 990 Encirclement
Azashili and Alutai originally thought that it was because of the strong liquor and their anxiety that they had sweat on their foreheads. After hearing what Benyashili said, they realized that the tent was indeed unusually hot.

The three of them looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and when they opened the tent curtain, a wave of heat rushed over them. Then they saw flames everywhere outside the camp, and even the night sky was burning red.

"What...is going on?"

"Why is the fire so big?"

Azashiri was surprised.

You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. They did order to burn part of the camp in an attempt to lure in the Ming army... but they never thought of actually burning down their own property!
With a fire this big... I'm afraid half of the entire camp has been engulfed in flames!
"Why didn't you report to the emperor when such a big fire broke out?" Aluta grabbed the collar of the guard outside the tent.

"This... Grand Master, it was you who said that we should not disturb your enjoyment of drinking..." the guard said innocently.

Alutai's face turned embarrassed and he let go of his hand angrily. On the other side, Azashili asked, "How did Chahan do it?"

"I'll go and catch him." Having said that, he was ready to set off.

"No need to go." Alutai's face was very ugly. "I'm afraid that Chahan himself is a spy sent by the Ming army."

"We have fallen into the Ming army's trap. The most urgent task is to put out the fire as soon as possible."

After saying this, he was about to order the troops to quickly put out the fire, but he heard shouts and screams coming from the camp on the north side.

"What? What's going on? Are the Ming army coming to attack us?" Aluta asked in surprise.

"Report! Report!" A soldier with a face covered in dust came running over on horseback, and when he arrived in front of Alutai and his men's tent, he hurriedly rolled off the saddle. "Great Khan, Grand Master, something bad has happened."

"North Camp...North Camp..."

"What happened to the North Camp?" Aluta felt his right eyelid twitching and asked hurriedly.

"The North Camp... There was a camp roar in the North Camp. The camp has exploded!"

"Ah!" Aluta felt a darkness before his eyes.

The camp howl has always been the most feared situation by those who march and fight. During war, soldiers are often nervous, like the string of a drawn bow. Once the camp howl occurs, it is like the bowstring breaking and no longer under control.

Once a camp roar occurs, the general fails to stop it in time, resulting in the explosion of the camp. Soldiers often kill each other until the ground is covered with corpses and blood flows like a river.

The North Camp was home to the archers and shield soldiers who had been responsible for the attack in the previous battle. These people had just experienced a great defeat and were still in a state of shock. If a camp howl broke out at this moment, even a deity would be hard to stop!

In Aluta's heart, he secretly hated these defeated soldiers for being so ungrateful... He had clearly warned them in advance that he would set fire to the camp tonight, so how could they be startled and startled?

But what Aluta didn't know was that the foreshadowing of the North Camp Roar had actually been laid long time ago.

Alutai and his men had informed the soldiers in advance that they were going to set fire to the camp tonight, and ordered each camp to allocate a few felt tents to deliberately set them on fire to lure the Ming army. However, the leaders would naturally not allocate their own felt tents, and which unlucky guys would have to give up their felt tents and starve outside at night became a big problem that the lower-level soldiers had to face.

Since ancient times, wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and in the Tatar army, there are naturally unspoken rules that divide people into different classes. The lowest class in the army now is undoubtedly the more than 10,000 former captives who were released by the Ming army. The experience of being captured has made them suffer the cold eyes of other soldiers, and the previous defeat, many people privately blamed this defeat on them.

"You built the Ming army camp so solidly. Are you Ming people or us Mongols?"

"The forest of spears and the mountain of swords, you used your weapons, right? Is this how you serve the Ming people?"

"All of our fellow tribesmen who died there died because of you. It was the fortifications you built that caused us to suffer such a great defeat!"

"A lackey of the Ming people..."

Such harsh criticisms were constantly imposed on them, making their situation in the Tatar camp even more difficult. The Tatar soldiers who had just been defeated but were unwilling to accept defeat would vent their anger on them without any scruples. If they were recognized as released captives, they would often be beaten by the Tatars in broad daylight.

In this regard, the released captives expressed great grievance... In fact, many of those who desperately attacked the Ming army camp in that battle were soldiers who had been captured by the Ming army. Facing the Ming army's defense of swords and guns, they also died countless people... But now they were criticized so harshly by their comrades, and these released captives could not help but feel disheartened.

This disappointment, without the knowledge of Aluta and others, was slowly turning into anger and was buried deep in their hearts.

And tonight, a spark splashed into this critically unstable group of people like gunpowder... causing a terrible explosion!

The reason was still the fire in the North Camp. Several released captives were forced to surrender their felt tents. Their felt tents were set on fire and they could only shiver in the cold wind.

If it were just that, it would be fine. Although they were dissatisfied, they could still barely endure it... However, later, after Chahan set fire to the tent that had been scheduled to be set on fire, Guilichi and others took advantage of the night to disguise themselves and pretend that the fire was spreading, and secretly set fire to more than a dozen tents that should not have been set on fire.

A large group of Tatar soldiers lost their tents. The Tatar soldiers were furious, but their first reaction was not to find the culprit who set the tents on fire.

Instead, they aggressively beat up the other released captives who still had their tents, and then forcibly occupied their tents.

This stirred up a hornet's nest, and the released captives finally lost their patience and gathered together to seek justice from the Tatar soldiers. However, the Tatar soldiers, who were proud of having beaten them before, looked down on them and even took off their pants to mock them.

However, the released captives now are not as unarmed as they were back then.

Although they were only issued the most basic equipment, they now have knives in their hands!
The Tatar soldier who took off his pants and turned his back to mock them was stabbed into the valley by an angry released captive. The dirty and bloody scene stunned all the other Tatar soldiers.

However, the other released captives reacted quickly. They were already on the verge of exploding, and were stunned for a moment before they immediately made decisive decisions, drawing their knives and killing one by one.

Now that the killing has begun, there is no more room for tolerance. The released captives, with red eyes, immediately began to call their friends and kill other Tatar soldiers everywhere.

The Tatar general guarding the North Camp was still watching whether the Ming army in the west would launch a surprise attack, and was slow to realize the chaos in his own camp. It was also because there was a fire in the camp, and it was normal to have some chaos after the fire, so he didn't realize that someone in the camp had rebelled until the released captives came to him.

Then the general was beheaded with a single blow. Without its leader, the Northern Camp became even more chaotic, with the Tatar soldiers and the released captives killing each other in the chaos.

The chaos spread to other camps, and the released prisoners who had been bullied in other camps immediately responded in unison, killing officers and soldiers one after another, echoing their companions in the North Camp.

Not long after, the whole Tatar camp was in chaos, with shouts, cries, the clashing of swords, the sound of collapse, explosions, and whistling winds. Aluta was surprised to find that when he wanted to allocate people to put out the fire, there was no one available.

"This...this...this..."

"How could this be! Why did our army fall into chaos in such a short moment?" Aluta felt his hands and feet go cold. After fighting for so many years, he felt at a loss for the first time.

The foundation of his army had already been divided without his knowledge, and the previous defeat had exacerbated this division. Finally, in the fire of that night, his army turned into an exploding powder keg... and he was still ignorant of it!

However, it seemed as if Changshengtian was playing a joke on him. Misfortunes never come alone.

"Enemy attack!"

Just when the Tatars were busy with their own affairs, a sharp and urgent warning sounded from the watchtower next to the Khan's tent. The confused Alutai suddenly felt that the earth was shaking. To his west, a series of screams and cries were heard, mixed with some shouts in Chinese:
"Chang Mao, the Duke of Zheng of the Ming Dynasty, is here! Tatar thieves, why don't you quickly prepare your necks for death!"

The Ming army launched a surprise attack at this most critical moment!
In the firelight, the red battle flag of the Ming Dynasty fluttered in the wind, as if the flag had dyed the night sky red. The Ming cavalrymen wearing fiery red mandarin duck battle robes were invincible in the firelight, pointing their swords at the Tatar’s central military tent!
At this time, the "ambush troops" arranged by Aluta were in a mess and had no ability to ambush the Ming army that descended from the sky!
"Damn Ming people!" Azashiri said angrily. "I'll stop them!"

The Ming army arrived suddenly, so their numbers must be small. The former Taining Guard soldiers under his command did not take any prisoners, so their combat effectiveness was the best. Azashili knew that he and the Ming were already in a dead end, and if he could kill Chang Mao, he would have a chance to make a comeback.

However, Alutai hurriedly held his hand and said, "Wait a minute, King Liao!"

"The Ming Dynasty is coming with such force that we shouldn't fight them now... We should now,"

"Escape to the north!"

If you can win, rob; if you can't win, run away. This has always been the golden rule for these grassland chiefs. Aluta believes that this is the most correct choice under the current situation.

"Dudududu, you stupid coward!" Azashili finally exploded. He had long been annoyed with Alutai and Bayanshili, and now that he was trapped both internally and externally, he finally stopped caring about the face of the "Khan" and "Grand Master" and cursed loudly:
"I have never won a single battle since I came to your Tatars! I was so blind that I trusted a beast like you!"

"Escape to the north? To that freezing barren land? To a place where there is nothing and become a savage? Is this your promise to me?"

Alutai paused, and was about to speak to persuade Azhashili, but unexpectedly, Bayanchuri Khan beside him also said: "Grand Master, I also think that we don't need to retreat to the northern desert."

"We can retreat to Wudan City of Quanningwei, regroup, and fight a decisive battle with the Ming Dynasty!"

When this poor Tatar "Khan" heard Alutai say that he wanted to flee to the Northern Desert, he was immediately unwilling from the bottom of his heart. That place was a desolate land, with nothing but a few tribes who had never seen the world and ate raw meat and drank blood. Bayanchur had just experienced the beauty of being a Khan, so how could he be willing to give up everything again and go to that freezing place to be a savage who was worse than death?
Just like this, Azashiri, Aruta, and Bayanchur, one wanted to fight the Ming army to the death, one was thinking about fleeing to the northern desert, and the other was still thinking about the property looted from the city of Udan in the rear... The three highest decision-makers of the Tatars could not reach a consensus for a while, and the Tatar soldiers were still fighting each other in the sea of ​​fire. Facing the Ming army's surprise attack, the Tatars did not take any action for a while.

"I am Gui Lichi, a descendant of the Golden Family! I am the benevolent and righteous army of the Ming Dynasty. I obey the will of heaven and will not kill those who surrender!"

"If anyone kills the Tatar leaders Ben Ya Shi Li, A Lu Tai, and A Zha Shi Li, he will be given the title of a thousand households and a reward of a thousand gold coins!"

The voices of surrender echoed around the barracks. Most of the Tatar soldiers who heard the voices dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender. Some even turned around and charged towards the central army tent, hoping to kill the three of them and win credit for the Ming.

Aluta then realized that they had been arguing for too long. During this time, the entire Tatar army was paralyzed... He hurriedly urged the Qiexue guards in the center and Azhashili's Taining rebels to break through the chaos first. However, before he took a few steps, desperate calls of challenge came from the east and north.

"Ye Wang, the commander of the Liaodong Military Region of the Ming Dynasty, is here! You scoundrels, be put to death!"

"Xu Zengshou, the governor of the Right Military Governor's Office of the Ming Dynasty, has come to suppress the bandits in compliance with the imperial decree of the Ming Emperor!"

Two more Ming troops appeared in the night.

"Liaodong Dusi and...Xu family!" Alutai really felt like he was falling into an icy cave. He could never have imagined that the Ming army that came to attack them at night was not one team, but three teams.

Since the Liaodong Commandery and the Xu family were already nearby...why didn't they rescue the Ming army camp during the day? Instead, they waited until night before launching a sudden attack?

This situation only existed for a moment, and Aluta understood: these two armies were used to block their retreat.

What the Ming army wanted was not victory in one battle.

Instead, we must leave all of them here without leaving a single one behind!
"Hurry! Hurry!" Alutai screamed anxiously. "Break through! Break through quickly!"

"If you're any later, it will be too late!"

However, this Tatar think tank finally succeeded in his prediction tonight.

They were indeed too late...

(End of this chapter)