PFC Chapter 137 The only 11 Ming emperors captured by the Oirats!
Chapter 137 The only 11 Ming emperors captured by the Oirats!
"A battle that should have been won has turned into a complete defeat."
"This Zhu Qizhen is truly extraordinary!"
From another perspective, he is also quite remarkable in a different sense.
Considering the troop strength of the Ming army and the Oirat forces, the disparity in equipment between the two sides, and the power of the Red-Clothed Cannons and the Divine Machine Battalion, this analysis is based on the comparison of troop strength between the Ming army and the Oirat forces.
If Zhu Qizhen had made even one correct decision, the Ming army would not have suffered such a crushing defeat.
Even the entire army of 200,000, including the Ming army responsible for logistics, was wiped out!
Getting all wrong is sometimes much harder than getting all right!
Unfortunately, despite their efforts, they were completely wrong.
Braving the rain to continue their journey, they abandoned the Shenji Battalion and the Red-Clad Cannons.
Upon arrival, both sides withdrew without a fight due to external factors.
On the first evacuation, they had already traveled for several days. As long as they continued south, the Oirat Mongols would certainly not be able to catch up.
Then, all they need to do is reorganize their army, and they will still maintain an overwhelming advantage.
However, Wang Zhen, driven by his own selfish motives, ordered the army to turn back.
The delay of several days was not fatal.
As long as they retreat to a well-defended county town and hold their ground, the Oirat will have no chance whatsoever.
A series of wrong decisions led to the disastrous consequences of the Battle of Tumu Fortress!
"He's quite an exceptional talent. Even if you randomly picked a few mediocre generals from history books and threw them at him, this battle wouldn't have turned out this way."
A classic example of what not to do!
"What a shame!"
"But why hasn't this challenge started yet?"
"Could it be that Zhu Qizhen did not die in this battle?"
Liu Bang was somewhat confused.
Logically, after each review, we should summarize and then start the challenge.
But the scene in the sky continued.
Could it be that this is not Zhu Qizhen's limit?
"This battle claimed the lives of 200,000 elite soldiers, and the entire Beijing garrison suffered heavy casualties. The Ming Dynasty's prestige has plummeted, and you're telling me the reckoning isn't even over yet?!"
Old Zhu finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Will something even more incredible happen next?
With 200,000 troops completely wiped out, did Zhu Qizhen not perish with his army?
How did he even have the nerve to survive?!
"I regret it, Your Majesty. Maybe I should just bring that bastard back and kill him."
Perhaps because of anger, Zhu Zhanji's voice trembled slightly.
You caused the deaths of 200,000 soldiers, and yet you shamelessly survived!
How can we survive?
Surrender, or be captured!
Either of these possibilities would be an utter disgrace to the Ming Dynasty!
"Defeated by a foreign race and captured?"
"Haha, old Zhu, I thought all the tyrants of your Ming Dynasty were as tough as Chongzhen."
"I never expected it to turn out so big."
Zhao Kuangyin smiled.
I thought Emperors Huizong and Qinzong were already at the top of the pillar of shame, but I never expected there were even bigger ones.
Perhaps in terms of shame, the sheep-leading ceremony is hard to surpass.
But it's important to understand the differences in their backgrounds!
During the reigns of Emperors Huizong and Qinzong, the Song Dynasty defeated both the Liao and Jin people.
The Jurchens were incredibly powerful.
The Ming Dynasty under Zhu Qizhen's rule was clearly not what it seemed before it came into his hands.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the Oirat to mobilize 20,000 troops with all their might, while he was able to prepare 200,000 elite soldiers in just a few days.
Against this backdrop, they still suffered a crushing defeat and were even captured.
Upon hearing Zhao Kuangyin's words, even through the veil of heaven, Zhu Yuanzhang could hear the gloating in his voice.
But the problem is, he has no way to refute it!
In his view, this matter was indeed even more humiliating!
He drove out the Tartars, restored the Central Plains, and created the prosperous Ming Dynasty.
Although the fourth prince's ascension to the throne was not legitimate, he still led five expeditions to the northern deserts and became the first emperor to seal the wolf's lair!
Later on, Zhu Zhanji also defeated the remnants of the Yuan dynasty, forcing them to submit.
All their efforts over the generations seemed to become a joke when they reached Zhu Qizhen!
After the Ming army was completely scattered, neither Wang Zhen nor Zhu Qizhen took any action to reorganize the army.
Amidst the enemy's charge and the chaos and trampling of their own ranks.
More than 100,000 elite troops were completely lost.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless and there was nothing that could be done, Zhu Qizhen's bodyguard general Fan Zhong finally unleashed his long-suppressed anger.
Amidst the chaos of battle, they found Wang Zhen fleeing in panic...
In the video, Fan Zhong's eyes are bloodshot.
Among those being slaughtered by the Oirat army were his longtime friends and his comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him through thick and thin.
He is not the head coach, and even if he wanted to step up and turn the tide, he lacks the prestige.
Now all he can do is avenge them!
He was seen holding an iron hammer, moving through the chaotic army.
In his eyes, there was only Wang Zhen, who was being protected and fleeing frantically beside Zhu Qizhen!
"Today, for the sake of all the fallen soldiers and for the sake of all the people, I will kill you, you scourge!"
After finding his target, Fan Zhong took two steps forward, walked through the crowd, and kicked Wang Zhen to the ground.
Those around were surprised to see this, but no one stepped forward to stop it.
Anyone with a brain knows that today's defeat is entirely due to this scourge!
As Fan Zhong's iron hammer struck, a few cheers surprisingly broke out among the retreating army.
Hammer after hammer, in the blink of an eye, Wang Zhen's head was smashed into a broken watermelon, and his whole body turned into a puddle of minced meat.
Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on his horse, opened his mouth as if he wanted to stop him.
Seeing his expression, Old Zhu smashed the teacup in his hand towards the sky.
"You son of a bitch, you still want to protect this scourge?!"
"You might as well die with him!"
"Fan Zhong, why don't you have any guts? Just smash this piece of trash to death too!"
Was it satisfying to see Wang Zhen crushed to death?
Quiet!
But it's still not enough to completely vent my anger!
Old Zhu now wants to see Zhu Qizhen die with the army!
He would accept it even if it was his own people who killed him!
Unfortunately, in his expectant gaze, Fan Zhong did not commit that heinous act.
After killing Wang Zhen, he only glanced deeply at Zhu Qizhen before turning and charging towards the Oirat army.
He always remembered that he was a soldier.
He's going to die on the battlefield!
After Wang Zhen was crushed to death, Zhu Qizhen's personal guards were also scattered by the Oirat army.
When he realized he could not break out, Zhu Qizhen dismounted, sat cross-legged facing south, and could only pray.
No one knows whether he was praying that the Ming army could turn the tide or that he could survive.
If it is the latter, then his prayer was indeed successful.
After the Oirat army massacred his personal guards, they noticed that his clothes and demeanor were different from others, so they tied him up and took him to Esen.
Thus, Zhu Qizhen became the first and only Ming emperor to be captured by the Oirat Mongols!