The continuous explosions instantly turned the unlucky guy who was slow to escape into stumps and broken arms all over the ground.
The roar behind them made the Meng Yuan people's soul fly into the sky. They wished they could grow four legs of a horse immediately and escape from here quickly.
"Come back, come back to me, the leader..."
Shi Lietuo was still yelling angrily, but unfortunately no one would listen to him at this time. Even the leaders of the dozen or so tribes ran away on horseback without knowing their heads.
Han Du was covered in disgrace at the moment, but when he saw the victory, he raised his head and smiled happily. Before he could laugh heartily, Han Du suddenly came to his senses and shouted quickly:
"Tang Ding! Tang Ding..."
This is the time to beat up the drowned dog. Why chase with two legs? At this time, of course, we have to use cavalry to chase.
Without Han Du's reminder, Tang Ding knew what to do when he saw the Mengyuan people collapsed and fled.
He took off a horn from his waist and Tang Ding immediately started blowing.
"Buzz~"
The deep voice instantly spread across the battlefield. Some of the Ming army soldiers who were chasing the Mengyuan people with great passion suddenly stopped and turned around to gather towards Tang Ding.
Tang Ding mounted his army and saw that only about 3,000 of the original five thousand cavalry were able to mount war horses. Tang Ding couldn't stop bleeding.
But now was not the time for him to grieve. He picked up the reins and rushed out at the lead: "Kill!"
"kill......"
The iron hoofs beat the earth again, and the dull sound like a drum gradually became louder. More than three thousand cavalrymen flew towards the Mongolian people like arrows.
When the soldiers of the Ming army who were running on the ground chasing the Meng Yuan people saw it, they immediately burst into cheers. Some who knew how to ride horses even jumped onto the scattered horses on the battlefield and followed the cavalry in pursuit.
"Come back, come back to me, the leader..." Shi Lietuo was still unwilling to accept his failure and kept shouting.
Bringing in 50,000 iron cavalry. In the past, even going south to harass the border gates of the Ming Dynasty and plunder wealth would be enough. Now they were defeated by the Ming army, which numbered more than 10,000, and they were still surrounded by the Ming army.
No matter who it is, it will be difficult to accept it.
"Big boss, big boss, retreat. If you don't retreat, it will be too late..." When the guards around him saw the Ming army's cavalry dispatching, they immediately grabbed the arm that was waving wildly and pulled him away without explanation. Turn the horse's head with the reins.
Shi Lietuo also saw the arrow shooting straight towards him, and he was so frightened that he suddenly woke up and ran away without any persuasion from the people around him, holding the reins in hand.
Tang Ding saw Shilie Tuo who was about to escape at a glance, and ordered the left and right sides to spread out to chase Meng Yuan. He himself led dozens of cavalry to pursue Shilie Tuo endlessly.
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After chasing him for more than a hundred miles, he finally killed Lietuo with a revolver. It wasn't until evening that he returned with the dead body of Lietuo.
In this battle, except for a few tribal leaders who escaped early, the 50,000-strong army and Lietuo himself were all destroyed here.
Of course, the losses of the Ming army in this battle were also extremely heavy. More than 3,000 people died in the Eight Thousand Mountain Ziying Camp alone.
More than 3,000 people were injured, and those who could survive with their beards and tails intact were less than 2,000 people.
And although this battle was won, it was an extreme squeeze on Shanziying, both physically and mentally. Even after the cavalry was dispatched to chase down the defeated soldiers, the soldiers of Shanziying relaxed and instantly lost the strength to move.
Until Tang Ding came back, the entire battlefield was still intact, and the Ming army did not even have the strength to clean the battlefield.
Tang Ding rode back and threw Lietuo's body in front of Han Du.
"Who is this guy?" Han Du saw that this person was covered in blood and was already dead.
Several soldiers supported Tang Ding and slowly got off the horse with difficulty. They shook their heads in exhaustion and said, "I don't know. It seems that he is the tribal leader who attacked us. There are many tribes on this grassland, and I am afraid that even Even the Pseudo-Yuan Emperor couldn't tell how many tribal leaders there were. Moreover, these tribes were constantly fighting with each other. Today you annex me, and tomorrow I will be annexed by others."
The tribal forces on the grassland are as chaotic as a pot of porridge. No one knows who is the leader today and will not be the leader tomorrow. Maybe, after one night, he will be replaced by another person.
Therefore, let alone Tang Ding. Even Meng Yuan people would never know the leader of a tribe as long as they were far away.
"Is there anyone alive? Catch one and identify him." Han Du shouted.
He was quietly surrounded by this guy and almost died. Han Du naturally wanted to know who this guy was.
Soon, an injured Meng Yuan man with snow still dripping from his thighs slipped over. As soon as the man saw the corpse on the ground, he immediately became excited and cried bitterly. He even ignored the injuries on his legs and limped to the corpse and knelt down in front of it. He knocked his head on the ground and refused to get up. He kept mumbling.
Not understanding Mongolian, Han Du raised his eyes and looked at Tang Ding.
Tang Ding turned his head and looked at the soldiers beside him who understood Mongolian.
The soldier stood up quickly, coughed and said, "He said that the deceased was a descendant of Brother Ali Bu, named Shilie Tuo."
Lost Lietuo? Han Du had no impression of this name at all, and he couldn't even distinguish the strange name of the Mongolian people. He raised his head again and looked towards Tang Ding inquiringly.
Tang Ding did know a bit about the grasslands and some big tribes, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't imagine that he had such a person as Wu Lietuo in his mind.
But he knew a little about Brother Ali. Bo'er Jijin Alibu Ge, the younger brother of Kublai Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty, was naturally a big shot in the Yuan Dynasty in terms of status.
But Bol Ji Jin Ali Bu Ge was already a figure a hundred years ago. There are as many as eight thousand people on the grassland who claim to be the descendants of Ali Bu Ge. Among them, the true and false may not even include the people who claim to be the descendants of Ali Bu Ge. Can't even figure it out.
Since you don't know each other, there's nothing to worry about.
When Han Du saw the Meng Yuan man still kneeling in front of Shilie Tuo, he raised his hand and shot him dead on the spot.
"Kill all the prisoners. The battlefield will be cleaned tomorrow. Let's leave as soon as possible."
Originally, Han Du was not so bloodthirsty, but after seeing most of the casualties of the cavalry under Shanziying and Tang Ding, Han Du would no longer be kind to these Mongolian people. Because every pair
If these Meng Yuan people showed no tolerance at all, they were living up to every drop of blood shed by the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
Xu Chengfei's expression moved slightly when he heard Han Du's order. Although he couldn't bear it, he didn't say anything in the end.
Tang Ding was completely indifferent to Han Du's actions, and it was impossible for these Meng Yuan people to take him away. Thousands of miles deep into the grassland, every bit of food and grass is precious. Maybe when we are at the end of the road, one day of food and grass can mean the difference between life and death for the army.
Along the way, when the army encountered the Mongolian tribes, they would not hesitate to destroy them and plunder supplies such as beef and mutton jerky. How could there be any excess food to feed the prisoners?
Killing them all was not only how the Ming Dynasty treated the alchemists captured by the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. Even if the Mongolian Yuan people fought among themselves, they would kill all the adult men and the elderly, leaving only the most valuable women and children.
That night, the Ming army celebrated their escape from death and their hard-won victory. At this moment, there is no better way to celebrate than eating meat and drinking wine.
After this battle, Shanziying was truly convinced of Handu, and the revolver and Zhentianlei truly became the life-critical treasures of the soldiers.
After a night of recovery, those who were slightly injured in the Ming army have regained their ability to move. Of course, even those who were seriously injured were under the care of military doctors, most of them showed no signs of improvement, and there were even dozens who did not survive at all. last night.
Han Du arranged for the refreshed soldiers to clean up the battlefield and prepare to leave here as soon as possible. Since this Lietuo was able to surround himself silently, Han Du couldn't guarantee that if he stayed here for a long time, he would be surrounded by another group of Meng Yuan people.
Although this battle lasted only two days, the supplies Han Du brought had been exhausted, especially the gunpowder and cannonballs. There was not much left.
Although there are still some bullets left, it is no longer enough to support another such war. If there is another group of Meng Yuan people, it doesn't need to be too many, as long as there are 20,000 to 30,000 people, then Han Du will have no choice but to wait for death in despair.
In short, it’s not a good place to stay for a long time!
The Ming Dynasty soldiers who died in the battle were buried and moved directly into the three trenches. There was no need to sort them out. They were simply arranged in order and then placed in layers.
When they were alive, they were brothers in life and death, and they would be happy to be buried together after they died.
As for the Meng Yuan people, Han Du had no extra time to care about them. Just let them die in the wilderness and let the wild beasts feed themselves.
The Meng Yuan people gave up all their scimitars, bows and arrows. These things were of little value and it would take a lot of time and effort to bring them back, so it was totally not worth it. Only those items of great value that were inlaid with gold, silver, and precious stones and were exquisitely made were collected and taken away by the Ming army.
There were also war horses. The living war horses were naturally gathered carefully by the Ming army. These grassland war horses are a good thing. Not only can they travel for the Ming army, but they are also a huge asset when they are brought back to the Ming Dynasty. In other words, if a soldier can bring back two of these horses from the grassland, then his family can directly escape poverty and become rich, and become a wealthy family.
And those dead horses could not be wasted. Large pieces of horse meat were cut off and hung on both sides of the saddle to blow. Although horse meat may not taste good, after being turned into jerky, these are foods that can satisfy your hunger. If you can have a mouthful of food on this grassland, it's good if you don't starve to death. Who cares whether it tastes good or not?
