Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 684 454: The Envoy's Lone Loyalty

"Minister, look!"

A Tatar General suddenly reminded.

Boyan Temur turned his head and saw a foreign cavalry charging aggressively towards them from the flank.

"Is he crazy?"

"That seems to be a general from the Mongolians and other Central Asians, could he be trying to challenge us?"

The crowd speculated, but Boyan Temur was very cautious and said, "Daring to charge into our army alone, he must be trying to cast some sinister magic on us!"

Currently, the army he led was not his main Ototok troop, but the elite cavalry assigned to him by Yesen.

He had just witnessed various mysterious magic, and heard that even formidable generals like Beiluo had been defeated by this group of Mongolians and other Central Asians, making him lose some of his courage before even engaging.

He shouted, "Order all the soldiers to watch out for enemies casting sinister magic. No matter what magic the enemy displays, do not lose your courage; Longevity Heaven will protect the brave and abandon the cowardly. As long as we don't lose our spirit, all evils will retreat!"

Although the Yuan Court is declining, there is still some protection from the Dragon Vein left. As long as they do not harbor fear, the general effect of Mystic Sect's Magic should be very limited, possibly even leading to backlash.

Yet, Boyan Temur's expectations were not met.

A swirling white mist rose up, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The sound of hoofbeats came from within the mist.

What originally seemed like a solitary charge sounded to the Tatar cavalry like a thousand troops and horses.

"Is the enemy hiding in the mist?"

Boyan Temur focused his attention, taking out his weapon, which was two Golden Melon Warhammers. These ceremonial implements were rarely used in actual combat, made of solid iron and shaped like two small pumpkins, comparable in size to an Iron Mace.

The Golden Melons held by Boyan Temur were even larger, resembling the size of a human head, akin to those depicted in New Year paintings.

His immense strength was truly remarkable.

Suddenly, a Wild Hunt hound leaped out of the mist. Boyan Temur seemed prepared and smashed it into ashes with one hammer blow, but then, in an instant, a Mad Hunt Cavalry charged out behind the hound.

Beneath its helmet flickered a ghostly blue flame, with black armor coated in white frost.

As it approached, an eerie chill froze many Tatars to the core.

"What the hell is this!"

Unable to restrain himself, Boyan Temur cursed aloud. The Mad Hunt Cavalry, wearing a ragged cloak, wielded a Great Sword shining with blue light, and slashed viciously towards him.

Clang—

The Golden Melon Warhammer in his hand intercepted the Great Sword of the Mad Hunt, and the strength shattered it, but the Mad Hunt Cavalry showed no fear, grabbing a warhammer hanging from its saddle to strike back at him.

Luckily, this creature looked terrifying, but its martial arts and strength were much weaker than his own. After smashing the ghostly cavalry into pieces with a few blows, Boyan Temur was shocked to realize that hundreds of these undead cavalry had already charged into his ranks, fighting fiercely with his troops.

To make matters worse, the foreign cavalry was charging towards the front.

Leading the charge, the Semu cavalry adorned with feathers were singing "Hallelujah," like waves crashing against rocks, taking advantage of his troops being entangled with the undead cavalry and slamming into them.

Boyan Temur was about to organize resistance when a Semu General wielding an Iron Spear advanced towards him.

He intended to quickly dispatch this opponent, but upon engaging, he discovered that this Semu General, wearing a bull-like Iron Helmet, possessed an astonishing strength. The Iron Spear in his hand was solidly forged and weighed no less than his own pair of Golden Melon Warhammers!

Anxious, he wanted to swiftly resolve this battle.

However, after several rounds, not only did he fail to secure a quick victory, he was gradually losing the upper hand.

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"Charge, have the Jurchen and Duoyan Tribe bring the fire oil and rush. The Ming army is low on gunpowder; just one more charge, and they will collapse for sure!"

At this time, Yesen was fully focused on the frontal battlefield.

Duke of England Zhang Fu, an esteemed veteran of the Jingnan Campaign, had organized a powerful resistance even as the Ming army approached the end of their rope, making it nearly impossible to break through the Ming Camp.

"Grandmaster, the leader of the Haixi Jurchens requests a retreat, their forces have suffered severe losses already."

"Absolutely not!"

Yesen was enraged.

The disparity of power between Ming and Yuan was vast. Missing this golden opportunity to swallow the Northern Ming army's main force would diminish any chance for the Yuan Court's resurgence.

"Order the Haixi Jurchens' leader to lead the charge personally, send my mounted guards to oversee, anyone who dares retreat a step, kill them!"

Orders were issued one by one.

Yesen murmured, "A bunch of shortsighted fools. Just because the Southern Dynasty produced one foolish Emperor Zhu Qizhen, it doesn't mean the next one will be the same. This is the opportunity granted by Longevity Heaven, the only chance for the Great Yuan's revival!"

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Duke of England Zhang Fu watched the battle without blinking. Some Jurchen Barbarians had already broken through the camp walls and the nearest fight was less than a hundred meters away from him.

"My lord, we should retreat!"

"We cannot retreat."

Zhang Fu shook his head. The Ming army was like a drawn bowstring, and the Tatars weren't fools either. They understood the tactic of surrounding on three sides, leaving one open. If the central Great Banner were to retreat now, who knows how many it would break.

The Ming army was counting on the news that reinforcements were approaching.

Though he didn't believe the foreign envoy could truly rout the Wala, as long as the foreign envoy remained, and his Great Banner still flew, there was confidence the Ming army wouldn't collapse, inflicting the maximum damage to the Tatars.

This way, at the very least, the likelihood of the elites escorting Emperor Zhu Qizhen to successfully break out would greatly increase.

As long as the Emperor returns to Shuntian Prefecture, even if all nobles and officials fall here, it would be worth it.

"My lord, the Wala's central army is moving, they're falling back!"

Zhang Fu was stunned and immediately asked, "Erniu, with your keen sight, can you tell if the foreign envoy's cavalry broke through the Tatar horsemen blocking them and charged forward?"

The Personal Guard's face was filled with excitement, his voice trembling, "Yes, my lord, the foreign envoy's cavalry has overrun the Tatars blocking them, their spears pointed directly at Yesen's central banner!"

Zhang Fu nearly blacked out from the sudden rush of joy from this news.

"Is it true!"

The Personal Guard excitedly said, "My lord, look!"

Zhang Fu squinted, his somewhat blurry vision vaguely saw a knight clad in iron armor, leading a charge with the Double-headed Eagle flag flying high, rushing bravely towards the Tatar intercepting cavalry.

"Good, very good, the foreign allies are faithful, this is a blessing for our dynasty, a blessing for the Great Ming!"

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