A trick to lure the enemy...

It seems to be a little bit similar.

However, after hearing this, Mahamu not only did not hesitate, but instead burst into laughter.

"It seems that they want to fight us there. My good grandson, do you think we will win or not?"

It's a bit confusing to ask this question even though I knew it was a plan.

However, Yesen knew his grandfather's thoughts very well. He smiled slightly and said, "The Han barbarians have a saying that if they want to be a candle, a mantis blocks a cart, they must have done this to be a dead horse and a living horse. Anyway, there is no way out."

"Obviously, they put all their hopes on that city gate. If we attack other city gates, we may not be able to capture them for a while, but if we attack that city gate, we may not be without a chance. When they are prepared, they will inevitably have some confidence. The more confident they are, in their words, the arrogant soldiers will be defeated. Besides, we have more than 100,000 cavalry, all of whom are the most powerful warriors in the desert. If we want to take this small Beijing, we will also use fraud with the Han barbarians, which will inevitably weaken our majesty. My grandfather must have been determined to attack that city gate, but I don't know if what my grandson said is right?"

After hearing this, Mahamu laughed even more, stood up, threw the silver knife in his hand onto the desk, and said, "Yes, we came here to crush the bones of the barbarians. The only thing I fear was the 300,000 elite Ming army far away in the desert. As for the old, weak, sick and disabled people here, they are not afraid of. Since they want us to take this city gate, we will attack the city from here, and see what they are using to resist us. If the order is delivered, tomorrow will be suddenly a vanguard and lead troops to attack the city. I will supervise the battle myself. Tomorrow... we will enter Beijing and tell the warriors below that after entering Beijing, they will allow them to burn and kill for seven days and seven nights. If they like any treasure, as long as they can pretend, they will let them take it. If they like women, as long as they are men,..."

When everyone heard this, they were all hot. Before Mahamu could finish speaking, they all burst into laughter.

Yexian sat aside, but said, "Grandfather, do you want to know about the Tatars?"

Mahamu suppressed his eyebrows, but couldn't help but smile: "Go and tell Arutai that this time, we Oirat people took the lead and let them follow us to eat and drink delicious food, that is, we are all in the blood, and we must show some sincerity."

Several Oirat generals looked at each other and smiled.

They said they were asking them to get a bargain, but everyone knew that as long as who entered the city first, the biggest profit in Beijing would naturally be in someone's hands. On the surface, it seemed that the Oirats suffered a loss, but Beijing was a treasure mountain. Even if they made a little sacrifice, as long as they could get the most reward, what would it be?

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Another camp is the Tatars' tent.

A Tatar man who was not tall and burly but looked quite young couldn't help laughing when he heard the news.

His eyes were faint, and he held an empty cup in his hand. He couldn't help but sigh and said to the people around him: "This time we have become brothers with the Oirats for the sake of the Ming Dynasty. The Oirats are greedy and want to get the greatest benefits. However, since he is willing to act as a pawn, let him kill him and pass the orders to let the warriors rest well, and ignore it. Some of us have to kill people, and some have to fight..."

The person who spoke was Tatar Grand Tutor Arutai. This Grand Tutor is named Taishi. Gui Lichi, who respected the Golden Family as the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, but he had already grasped real power within the Tatars. This alliance was proposed by the Oirats. Although Arutai was irreconcilable with the Oirats, the Tatar tribe was most severely damaged during the snow disaster this year. Instead of going to fight with the Oirats to the death for a few pastures and a little pitiful winter rations, it is indeed far better to come to the Ming Dynasty with the Oirats to work. Arutai "requested" Emperor Gui Lichi of the Yuan Dynasty. Gui Lichi was originally a puppet, so naturally everything was allowed.

But before coming, Alutai also had his own plans. Although this alliance was to rob the Ming Dynasty together, it did not mean that the Oirat and Tatars were brothers who loved each other. Alutai knew in his heart that once the Ming Dynasty was completely defeated, that is, when both sides turned against each other and attacked each other, unifying the desert had long become a tacit target for both sides.

Now that we have common interests, we naturally have to make a rope, but Arutai is not in a hurry to show his strength immediately. Since the Oirats want to fight, let them fight.

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Early the next morning.

The snow had stopped, and a ray of morning light shot out from the thick fog, which immediately dispelled the white fog in Beijing and the wilderness.

But the north wind is still there, and the weather today is even more bitter than yesterday.

Hao Fenglou only slept for two hours, then got up with his clothes. He stood behind the female wall and began to wait.

Today, it should be the time when the answer is revealed. He is waiting for an answer. The survival of Beijing City and his own victory or defeat will be defeated in one fell swoop.

Immediately afterwards, the camp that was winding ten miles outside the city began to rise.

Time passes by bit by bit.

Hao Fenglou's eyes were already red.

Immediately, a soldier began to leave the camp.

Looking from a distance, I couldn't see clearly, but Hao Fenglou could still see that there seemed to be many soldiers and horses coming out of the camp on the right. As for the position on the left, there seemed to be no movement.

Hao Fenglou couldn't help but slap the female wall hard and said excitedly: "It's done!"

"Send the order...send the order, his mother's order, prepare to welcome the enemy, welcome the enemy!"

The god-level guard officers and soldiers who had already prepared appeared one by one at the top of the city wall and hid behind the female wall.

The military officers had already started roaring: "Check, check again..."

Rumble...

Thousands of troops were already pressing forward in a mighty manner, and the black horses were densely packed and there was no end to see.

The vocals and horse hooves, the hustle and noisy waves suddenly covered the whimpering north wind.

Seventy or eighty thousand cavalry came out in full swing and soon appeared under Chaoyang Gate.

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On the endless fields in the desert, Zhu Di's judgment was correct.

But it's already too late.

Zhu Di's face was very bad. At this time, he personally took Duoyanwei to gallop on the snow field for three days.

But it's still late.

The outline of the winding pass was never seen, but bad news had already been heard.

Shanhaiguan was lost and Jixian was lost.

Both of these are barriers to Beijing. The barrier has been lost and Beijing has opened its doors. Facing more than 100,000 elite elites, can the elderly, weak, sick and disabled people be counted on?

Zhu Di even judged that he was afraid that Beijing had fallen, and the consequences were absolutely disastrous.

Zhu Di could hardly accept such a result because he knew that once Beijing fell, he would be over and the Ming Dynasty would be over. Everyone... was over.

The Ming army, whose food route was cut off, was exhausted and did not have enough supplies. What awaited him would be a catastrophe. Without Beijing, without these 300,000 elite troops, and even becoming a prisoner, would the Ming Dynasty still exist?

Could it be...This is another Jingkang battle?

Thinking of this, Zhu Di felt his heart was cramped.

What he has worked hard for half his life is about to lose. What's even more ridiculous is that he was full of confidence before, thinking that this would create great achievements for generations.

If his achievements fail, he will gain a decent share of the country and the country. Zhu Di already feels like a pitiful person.

But……

He still gritted his teeth and showed his unruly side.

King Zhao, his son Zhu Gaosui, has fallen into the hands of a thief?

Where is Hao Fenglou? This guy Hao Fenglou is a bit capable, but...

Then a slight hope was soon extinguished. Zhu Di might believe that his two thousand divine guards would deal with ten thousand elites of the Ming Dynasty, but Zhu Di would not believe that by their efforts to resist more than 100,000 jackals in the desert.

It's over... it's completely over.

There was a voice in his heart that kept telling himself, but the only thing Zhu Di could do now was to keep moving south. He had to go back. Even if he was facing the cruel bandits who were waiting for his work, he had to go back. Where was the foundation of his ancestors and his relatives there, even if they were defeated, then just watch the beautiful country become a purgatory on earth.

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Chapter completed!