"Very good."
Zhu Ying nodded, put away his bow, and looked at the countless Yuan troops attacking before the city. "The moment the Yuan Army retreats, I will personally lead the Cavalry Battle Camp out."
"We will crush the Yuan Army in a single battle."
This.
Was exactly what Zhu Ying wanted.
To catch them off guard and send the Yuan Army sprawling in defeat.
After all.
When the Tatars launched this attack, they had no idea how many Ming Army soldiers were actually within the border city, much less how thoroughly Zhu Ying had prepared.
They even believed that the troops within the city were far fewer than those of the Yuan Army. All of it was an illusion Zhu Ying had deliberately shown them.
Now.
Everything was ready; all that remained was to wait for the Yuan Army to withdraw.
The great battle continued.
The Yuan Army's assault did not cease.
The entire border city remained a vast purgatory, with shells raining down endlessly and arrows flying in all directions.
Countless corpses had already piled up before the northern and southern sides of the border city, blood dyeing the earth red.
At this moment.
Banyashili and Arutai looked incomparably grim.
Even with such an offensive, they still could not break through the city, while instead suffering heavy losses.
"Report!"
"Great Khan!"
"Our men have suffered grievous losses. We have already sent up five ten-thousand-man assault camps in rotation, and the casualties this time have exceeded thirty thousand."
"If we continue the attack, our losses will only grow more severe."
A Tatar general rode over and reported in panic.
Banyashili's face darkened as he looked on unwillingly. They had paid such a huge price; if they withdrew now, tomorrow's attack might be even more brutal.
"Great General."
"Can our