Ming Dynasty: Is a mere unruly commoner rebelling against heaven?

Chapter 29: Slaughter the Tatars!

The Tatar Prince looked at Tumu Fortress, a gleam of excitement on his face.

Wala Esen leading his troops into the pass and capturing the Ming Emperor to take back to the grasslands was always a matter of pride for the men of the steppe.

The Tatar Prince had grown up listening to this story and greatly admired Esen.

Although Esen was not of the Golden Family lineage and called himself the Khan of the grasslands, which made the Golden Family deeply resent him,

no man of the steppe would deny this glorious history.

Therefore, after entering the pass, the Tatar Prince insisted on coming to Tumu Fortress to pay homage to Esen's heroic deeds, even if it meant taking a detour.

"Army, listen to my command, increase speed and attack Tumu Fortress!"

After giving the order, the Tatar Prince took the lead, rushing towards Tumu Fortress.

The Tatar Prince was very proud; he would become the second Khan of the grasslands to capture Tumu Fortress after Wala Esen.

Such a feat would definitely be recorded in the history books of the Great Ming, bringing him eternal fame!

In the future, the men of the grasslands would grow up listening to the glorious stories about him!

"Yes, Great Khan!"

Not only was the Tatar Prince excited, but the hundred thousand soldiers accompanying him were also thrilled and excited.

It turned out that the seemingly powerful Ming Dynasty's defenses were not just paper; they had easily penetrated deep into the Ming's territory.

Wouldn't the countless grains, cattle, sheep, tea, silk, and gold and silver treasures of the Ming become theirs for the taking?

They seemed to already see the countless supplies placed before them, ready for them to seize.

Every Tatar was galloping wildly, rushing towards Tumu Fortress like madmen.

The originally tight formation became scattered.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Just as they were about to approach Tumu Fortress, sudden roars erupted from all directions like a tsunami!

The three cries of 'Kill' were more impassioned, louder, and more terrifying than the last!

Each cry was filled with extreme anger!

"Who is it?!"

The Tatar Prince was shocked and quickly tightened his reins, stopping his advance.

Looking around, he saw a black tide stretching hundreds of meters, surging towards him from all directions.

Every ripple in that tide was a warrior in black armor on a black horse.

The cold light reflecting from the sabers and halberds they raised made people dare not look directly!

"Ambush!!!!!"

The Tatar Prince screamed in a shrill voice, his hair standing on end, and a cold sweat ran from his head to his feet.

"Stop! Everyone stop!!!"

"Maintain formation, charge!!!!"

The Tatar Prince was parched and desperately shouted, trying to reorganize the formation and charge back.

However, the Tatars around him were already blinded by the imagined supplies and wealth, and their formation was broken.

Now, seeing the mountainous black-armored cavalry launching a fierce charge at them, their mood instantly turned from joy to fear, and they were panicked.

How could they reorganize into a corresponding formation and form an effective counterattack?

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The battle cries rang out again.

A hundred thousand soldiers charged together, their hooves pounding on the ground, creating a violent sound, and even the earth was shaking faintly.

"Puchi!"

"Bang!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!!!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the black tide had already surged in, rushing into the Tatar ranks.

The two armies clashed, and in just one exchange, the black tide passed through the Tatar army, dividing it into two parts.

Any Tatar who came into contact with the black tide was either beheaded or knocked off their horses by the impact, falling to the ground and being crushed by the hooves of the Trapped Camp.

Watching his clansmen being rapidly annihilated by the black tide, the Tatar Prince's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a heartbreaking roar.

"Everyone! Form up! Form up!!!!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack! No one is allowed to run back!!!!"

"Everyone, give me a counterattack!!!!"

The Tatar Prince gathered some of the personal troops behind him, wanting to form a counterattack.

However, he had already been separated from the main force behind him, and his voice could not travel far in the vast and noisy battlefield, being scattered by the wind.

A large number of Tatars were slaughtered by the black-armored cavalry of the Trapped Camp, and the entire battlefield was like a Tatar hell on earth.

It wasn't that the Tatars didn't try to counterattack, but the soldiers of the Trapped Camp were not only agile and fearless, but their equipment was also far superior to theirs.

Not to mention the black horses they rode, each of which was tall, mighty, and had far superior stamina, endurance, and impact compared to the grassland horses they rode.

Even the black armor they wore was extremely sturdy; a saber strike could not break through it.

And the black sabers and halberds in their hands were incredibly sharp; a single slash could easily penetrate their leather armor and take their lives.

The contrast directly shattered the psychological defenses of these Tatars.

In front of the Trapped Camp soldiers, who seemed like divine soldiers descending from heaven, they seemed so fragile.

The Tatar Prince watched as the Tatar clansmen continued to fall before him, filled with shock and anger, his heart and liver splitting.

He suddenly regretted it so much; he should have returned to the grasslands after receiving the thirty-four carriages bribed by Chou Yue back then.

He had listened to Liu Chen's nonsense about penetrating eight hundred li straight to the capital of the Great Ming, saying they could plunder more supplies and wealth.

In the end, he had fallen into the trap of the Great Ming and been ambushed by this black-armored army, leading to the deaths of a large number of clansmen.

He had said that the Great Ming Dynasty was so powerful, how could it let him easily attack the capital.

It turned out that all of this was a trap set by the Ming court!

"Liu Chen has misled me!!!!!"

The Tatar Prince glared at Liu Chen beside him and suddenly drew his saber, slashing at Liu Chen.

Liu Chen was already frightened by the sudden appearance of the Trapped Camp soldiers.

Now, seeing the Tatar Prince swing his saber at him, he was immediately scared out of his wits.

"Great Khan, spare me! I didn't know..."

Before Liu Chen could finish speaking, his head had already flown out and been trampled into mincemeat by the horses' hooves.

"Tatar warriors, listen to my command!!!"

"Rally to me!!!"

"Form up! Charge out!!!"

The Tatar Prince raised the blood-stained saber in his hand and continued to gather the surrounding remnants.

Seeing the Tatar Prince's saber, the Tatars desperately gathered around him.

Soon, the Tatar Prince was surrounded by as many as a hundred guards.

The Tatar Prince felt slightly relieved and was about to organize a charge and counterattack when hundreds of Trapped Camp soldiers in black armor surrounded them.

One of the men, who was even taller, stood on horseback in front of the Tatar Prince, holding a long halberd.

"You are the Tatar Prince."

The man spoke, as if questioning and stating at the same time.

The Tatar Prince looked at the man, who was clearly superior to the others, with suspicion.

"So what if I am?"

"Who are you?"

Getting his answer, the man lowered his body, held the long halberd horizontally, and prepared to charge.

"Trapped Camp, Gao Shun!"

As Gao Shun spoke, he spurred his horse and galloped wildly!

Behind him, dozens of his personal generals also followed Gao Shun, launching a charge at the Tatar Prince!