The weather is also very strange. It was rare to encounter good weather in the past, but now it has been sunny and windy for two consecutive days.
The sun shone down, making the space between the Ming army and the Tatar tribe bright and clear.
When the Tatar tribe saw that the Ming army wanted to move the cannon to the front of the formation, they immediately sent a large number of cavalry to stop it.
Although the divine thunder gun is extremely powerful and can attack the Tatars from a long distance, it will also be attacked by the Tatars' mounted fire once it gets close. Therefore, when the Ming army cavalry fought against the Tatar tribe, they would choose to move continuously in order to avoid being rushed in front of them by the Tatar cavalry.
However, the Ming army cavalry could move flexibly, but the artillery could not move with the cavalry. Therefore, in order to protect the cannon, the Ming cavalry would inevitably lose their mobility. It was clear that the Tatars could be wiped out casually in the movement, but instead they had to fight head-on with the Tatars.
The Tatars were extremely proficient in cavalry charge and mounted shooting, but compared to the Ming army, they were still a little worse. In frontal battles with the Tatars, they were almost always suppressed and beaten. As a result, casualties increased instantly.
Handu tried several times, but due to excessive casualties, he had to give up the idea of watching the Tatar charge and move the cannon to the front of the formation.
The Ming army and the Tatar tribe resumed the situation of confrontation with each other.
Han Du didn't know what the Tatar tribe was thinking.
Anyway, Han Du was quite worried and once again called everyone to the commander's tent for discussion.
Azashili was the first to stand up, clasped his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "Master Marquis, I am willing to serve as a vanguard, even if I have to sacrifice my life, I have to go to the hillside. I don't believe that I can take down the Tatar tribe!"
Han Du glanced at Azashili, and the battle would have turned into a meat grinder. This is equivalent to the Ming army giving up the powerful firepower advantage of firearms to trade lives with the Tatars. Although Han Du can be sure of winning the final victory in this way, he will kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. After such a fierce battle, I am afraid that there will not be many men left in the Ming army.
He waved his hand towards Azashi, signaling him to calm down, and sighed: "This is the last resort. I don't want to trade the lives of the soldiers with the Tatars until it is absolutely necessary. Think again, Is there any other way?"
Seeing Han Du's eyes looking at him, Xu Chengfei pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and then said: "The reason why the Tatar tribe can intercept our cannons at any time is because they are condescending and can easily detect our movements. But What if their line of sight is blocked?"
Han Du quickly put down his crossed legs, sat up straight and leaned slightly towards Xu Chengfei, and said eagerly: "Continue talking!"
Others' eyes also focused on Xu Chengfei.
Xu Chengfei lowered his eyes slightly, twirled his beard, and said three words: "Baimao Feng!"
Everyone's eyes lit up instantly.
Zeng Xuan enthusiastically slapped his thigh and said with a grin, "That's right. Together with Baimaofeng, the Tatars won't be able to see us at all. When the time comes, we just need to take advantage of Baimaofeng's cover to push the cannon forward and blast it." Damn these bastards!"
Unlike everyone's joy, Han Du remained calm. Chao Azashi asked: "If Bai Maofeng comes together, will the Tatar tribe also come to attack us?"
Azashi thought about it carefully before nodding solemnly and said: "Impossible! With Baimaofeng, if they come to make a sneak attack, they may not even be able to find our direction. Once we lose our way in Baimaofeng, then There is only one way to die, and they won't take the risk."
Xu Chengfei nodded first, then shook his head, and then turned to Han Du, "With Baimaofeng, we can easily lose our way. I'm afraid we won't even be able to find the Tatar tribe, so how can we attack?"
The blizzard will not only block the Tatar tribe's sight, but also the Ming army will not be able to find its direction in the blizzard.
Han Du lowered his head and thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, we can't find the direction in the white-haired wind, but this problem is not impossible to solve."
"Oh? If you have any idea, tell me quickly!" Xu Chengfei suddenly became happy and urged eagerly.
Han Du thought for a moment, raised his eyes to look at everyone, and said with a smile: "Since we can't find the direction in the white-haired wind,
, then we can first determine the direction of the Tatar Department. "
Han Du stretched out his hand, pushed all the things on the desk aside, and waved to everyone to come forward.
After everyone got up and came to the desk, Han Du took out a teacup and put it on the desk, "This is where the Tatar Department is..."
He took out another tea cup and put it in front of him, "This is our camp."
As he spoke, his fingers were dipped in water and pointed towards the middle of the two teacups, "This is the position we want the cannon to advance to. It is indeed difficult for us to distinguish the direction in the white-haired wind, but we can take advantage of the moment and sit down here in advance. Mark, when the time comes we just need to find the mark and then we will know which direction to attack!"
As he spoke, Handu drew an arrow in the middle pointing to the teacup representing the Tatar tribe.
Everyone looked up at each other, and smiles gradually appeared on everyone's faces.
"Hahaha... The Marquis really has a clever plan!" Azashili suddenly burst into hearty laughter and gave Han Du a respectful clasped fist salute.
Xu Chengfei also nodded repeatedly and praised: "This method is good..."
The strategy was agreed upon, and Han Du immediately sent cavalry to carry wooden stakes to the station and drive down the wooden stakes.
Seeing that the Ming army moved again, the Tatar tribe thought that the Ming army wanted to push the cannon up again, so they immediately organized their cavalry to stop it. However, after the cavalry was summoned, no cannon was found coming out of the camp.
Seeing this, Arutai immediately ordered to stop the attack. Since the Ming Dynasty people did not think about pushing up the cannon and just sent out cavalry, then ignore them.
To this day, Arutai still has lingering fears about the Ming army's firearms. Under such powerful firearms, bows and arrows have no room for use. Even if the cavalry is sent out, it will never be of any use except to die in vain.
In this case, it is better to stay back, since the Ming army would not dare to charge forward anyway!
However, Arutai also wondered what the Ming army wanted to do.
But he only saw a large number of Ming army cavalry only charging half the distance, and then they stood there and kept yelling, as if they wanted to make the Tatars unable to stand the curse and go out to fight them to the death!
"Haha..." Arutai grinned and immediately ordered, "Ignore Akito and all tribes are not allowed to attack!"
The Ming army cursed for a while, and seemed to know that the Tatars would not come down, so they returned to the camp angrily.
"You see, Akito are all cowardly foxes, they don't dare to charge at all!" Arutai smiled at the people around him.
These people naturally echoed the Taishi's rainbow fart, but they never thought about it. After they were intercepted by the Ming army's fierce firearms, didn't they dare to rush forward and fight the Ming army to the death?
But Arutai didn't see it. Just where the cavalry left, dozens of two-foot-high wooden stakes had been nailed into the snow.
In order to avoid being spotted by the Tatars, these wooden piles were wrapped in cotton cloth so that they could not be found at a distance. Although the location of the Tatar tribe was high, it was impossible to clearly see the wooden piles on the snow.
...
Han Du stood on the high platform of the camp and looked at the triangular wooden piles in the telescope. The arrow pointed to where the Tatar tribe was.
"Everything is ready, all I need is...Bai Maofeng!"
As he said that, Han Du took a look at the sky and saw that the sun was rarely showing its arrogant attitude today, spreading its warm sunshine onto the snow.
But sometimes God's will is so helpless. When the army was trudging through the snowstorm, Han Du wished that every day would be a good day with the sun shining brightly, but he had to encounter a snowstorm that lasted for more than ten days. Now Han Du was hoping for a snowstorm soon, but the sun was shining brightly for several days in a row.
Even Han Du was a little confused by God, "Are you deliberately going against me?"
"What's wrong?" Azashili came from behind with a smile on his face.
Ever since he made up his mind to completely surrender to the Ming Dynasty, he would come to Han Du every day to make himself familiar.
Once served as the king of Northern Yuan and Liao
How can Azashili not know the benefits of having people in the court? He has no foundation at all in the Ming Dynasty. He is still an outsider to the Ming Dynasty. Now the Ming Dynasty will naturally not do anything to him if it needs it, but there is no guarantee that he will not settle accounts in the future. If he does not know how to manage, he will die sooner or later. place.
And Handu is the first supporter Azashili wants to find!
Through these days of insidious inquiries, Azashili has gained an in-depth understanding of Han Du.
Although Han Du was just a marquis, he was still a popular figure in front of the Ming Emperor, the queen's brother, a dignified uncle, and the consort of Princess Anqing.
It can be said that the weight of Han Du, the marquis, is even heavier than that of other princes of the Ming Dynasty. His influence on the emperor was naturally one of the best.
If Han Du can really accept Azashili and is willing to take Wu Liangha under his wing, then Azashili will truly be able to rest easy.
When Azashili came just now, he happened to hear Han Du talking to himself, so he immediately spoke out.
Han Du turned around and saw that it was Azashi. He immediately looked up at the sky with a look of helplessness, "Of course it's the weather. When we came here, how many white-haired winds did we encounter along the way? We're looking forward to it now." It came, and the result was good, but it didn’t come!”
Azashi bowed slightly and echoed with a smile: "Don't worry, Lord Marquis. As far as I know, white-haired winds that last for several days are common in this season, but days with warm sunshine that last for several days like now are common. It's rare. I haven't heard it a few times since I was a child, so as long as the Marquis waits patiently, there will definitely be a white-haired wind coming soon."
"Haha, let me lend you some good words!" What else can Han Du do? This is God's business, and Han Du has no other choice but to wait.
"I don't dare! It's all thanks to the master's clever plan." Azashili bowed respectfully and responded with a smile on his face.
