I don’t know if God heard Han Du’s expectation, but Azashili’s words came true, and the white-haired wind began to blow that night.
Moreover, this blizzard was extremely violent, bigger than anything Handu had encountered before.
"Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats!" Although this is an exaggeration in Li Bai's poem, and such a thing cannot happen in reality, it also profoundly depicts the scene of heavy snowfall and severe cold climate in this desert land.
The cold wind howls like an angry ghost!
In such weather, let alone some noise coming from the Ming army camp, even if Han Du wanted to convey military orders, he would still have to roar loudly in front of the soldiers standing in front of him, so that the other party could hear them clearly. .
"Command the Shanzi Battalion to send out scouts to find the marked location! Once the location is found, immediately have all the soldiers lead the way for the cannon. Everyone, be sure to push all the cannons to the designated positions!"
Victory or defeat depends on this, and Han Du doesn't care much anymore.
Since there was almost no visibility, Han Du asked the scout to carry a rope and follow the established direction to find the marked wooden stake bit by bit.
The location of the mark has long been firmly remembered in the scout's mind. Now all you need to do is touch over and find those wooden piles.
But even so, it took more than an hour before news came from the front that the marked wooden stake had been found.
"Quick, stand on both sides arm in arm to guide the cannon!" Han Du ordered without hesitation.
In such a snowstorm, the only way to avoid getting lost is to form a human wall.
Fortunately, it was not far from the marked location, less than three miles away. Even if it was possible to use people to break out of the human wall, it would not take more than 10,000 people.
With the human wall guiding the way, the cannon reached the marked position smoothly.
With the help of the arrow pointing left on the wooden stake, Handu quickly determined the direction of the Tatar tribe.
He ordered the Shanzi Battalion to adjust the direction and elevation of the cannon, even though he knew that his voice could not travel very far in the howling blizzard. Han Du couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, today I want you to know how powerful the cannon fire is!"
"Fire! Fire freely and use all the shells for me!"
Of course, it was impossible for Han Du's voice to spread throughout the entire artillery formation.
So Han Du pulled out the revolver with both hands and fired six shots directly into the sky.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Seeing the signal to fire, everyone immediately removed the oil paper from the muzzle, put the gunpowder shells in one by one, and then lit the fuse regardless.
Han Du had already given the order before coming. As long as they saw the signal to fire, everyone would just take care of their own cannons and not worry about anything else.
"boom!"
A thick tongue of fire flashed through the blizzard, and even the sound was completely offset by the howling sound of the blizzard before it spread far.
Although the sound was offset by the strong wind, the shells were not affected much and hit the Tatar camp hard.
"Crack, crash..."
"Ah~"
The shell hit a yurt in the middle, and the people caught in the shell were killed instantly without even making a sound. The person who was hit by the shell suddenly let out a shrill scream, instantly waking up the people around him.
"what happened......"
"Where are the screams coming from? Is someone attacking the camp?"
Before the Tatars could react what was going on, shells fell from the blizzard one after another. "Boom! Boom! Boom..."
"Ah! It's a cannon, a cannon from the Ming army!"
"Night attack! Night attack! The Ming army has begun to attack. Where are they? Where are their cannons?"
In an instant, the entire Tatar camp was in chaos.
Since this hillside is not big, although the surroundings are high and the middle is concave, which is very suitable for sheltering from the white-haired wind, it is still too reluctant to put a full 200,000 people on this hillside.
But there is no way
, the Ming army is watching eagerly below. Who dares to risk being killed by the Ming army and stationed outside the hillside?
But now this terrain has become an excellent boost for the cannonballs. The arc drawn by the cannonballs just fits the ups and downs of the hillside. The shells hit almost parallel to the hillside. Even if they are moved to the ground, they will bounce up again due to the downhill slope, causing secondary, or even three or multiple kills!
Arutai was sleeping soundly, but when he heard screams outside, he instantly stood up. Putting on a fox fur coat, he walked out of the golden tent.
With the light of the huge bonfire in the camp, he finally saw clearly.
"Master, Master! Oh no, the Ming army is attacking at night!"
Arutai grabbed the captain under his command and asked sharply: "The Ming army attacked at night? Where is the Ming army?"
"No, I didn't see the Ming army!" The soldier looked terrified. It was precisely because he couldn't see the enemy that made him so scared.
"There are only cannons that come from nowhere..."
Phew~
A stream of blood shot out, and a few drops of blood splashed onto Arutai's face. The soldier who looked terrified one moment could not even utter a scream the next moment, and his entire head disappeared in an instant and turned into a piece of flesh and blood.
Such a bloody and terrifying aspect not only did not scare Arutai at all, but instead aroused his ferocity.
He suddenly pulled out his scimitar and raised it high, gritting his teeth and said in anger: "Ming Army~"
Bang...a sound accompanied by sparks.
Arutai only felt as if the sword in his hand had been hit by a crazy bison, and the ancestral sword was instantly broken. He was thrown down by a huge force and rolled several times on the ground before stopping.
When he raised his eyes again, Arutai showed a look of horror. Only then did he realize that the cannonballs were as dense as raindrops. In such a small place where he just stood, he was hit twice in succession in just a few breaths.
If this were the case for the entire camp, how many of his 200,000 troops would be alive?
...
In the snowstorm, the soldiers of the Shanzi Battalion obeyed the order of the Marquis and would not stop until all the artillery shells were fired.
The continuous firing of cannons caused the cannons to heat up rapidly. Even such a biting cold wind could not lower the temperature of the cannon. Snowflakes flew into the muzzle and made a slight sizzling sound in an instant.
Although the blizzard was violent, it only lasted one night and stopped by the next morning.
Handu watched the cannon fire over, but there was no reaction from the Tatar camp.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then immediately shouted: "Xu Chengfei, Azashili!"
"The official is here!"
"The general is here!"
"Send the cavalry up immediately to test and see what's going on!" Han Du was worried that there was a scam, so he asked the cavalry to go forward to check first.
If it is really a scam, you can return it quickly.
"yes......"
The chariots on the left and right sides of the camp were immediately moved away, and a large number of cavalry were like two black belts, moving towards the hillside to outflank them.
At the same time, Han Du also ordered Shanziying to withdraw the cannons into the main camp. If the Tatars are really cheating, then if they attack the artillery array directly, it will be difficult to withdraw.
Han Du watched through the telescope as the cavalry successfully climbed the hillside. This was something that was impossible before. Even if the Tatar tribe is cheating, it will not be this trick.
Letting the Ming cavalry climb the hillside is not called cheating, it is called seeking death!
"Did they really defeat the Tatars last night?" Handu suddenly felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart!
Before that, even if everything went very smoothly, Handu was not sure that he could really wipe out the Tatar tribe. Because after all, you only know one direction, you can't see the effect of the bombardment at all after firing, and you can only rely on blind guessing to bombard.
How effective it will be, no one knows before this!
Sure enough, Han Du soon saw the signal Xu Chengfei sent, "Big
Win, everything is safe! "
Han Du immediately put down the telescope happily, grabbed the reins from the soldiers around him, and ran towards the hillside.
When they came to the hillside, Handu reined in his horse and saw clearly the situation of the entire Tatar camp.
how to say? Han Du could only say one thing, how could he use the word "miserable"!
The ice wall that once blocked the Ming Army's divine thunderbolts has completely disappeared. There is no yurt still standing. The ground is full of broken limbs, including those of humans, horses, cattle, and sheep. , hunchback...
Countless amounts of blood melted into the snow, making the entire hillside seem to be covered with bright red moss. Even in the lowest place, there was a piece of solidified blood ice.
This is real bloodshed...
Han Duce immediately stepped forward, followed by Xu Chengfei, Azashili and others.
Suddenly, Han Du saw a gorgeously dressed man lying on the ground. He rode his horse forward and took a look, only to see that the man only held a broken knife in his hand. However, since then, the handle of the knife has been made of gold and is inlaid with gems. Judging from this, it was once a priceless sword!
However, although this man was dressed gorgeously, one of his thighs was broken at the root, and there was no bleeding at the broken area. His face was as white as the snow in the distance, and his eyes widened, revealing endless unwillingness.
"Who is this?" Han Du glanced at it and didn't recognize it, so he raised his head and asked.
Azashi lowered his head slightly and replied with a sigh: "Master Marquis, he is the Grand Master of the Tatar Tribe, Arutai."
Arutai!
This name made Han Du feel like thunder, and he couldn't help but lower his head and take a closer look at this person.
If it were just the name Arutai, there would be nothing strange about it. There were countless people named Arutai on the grassland. But if you add the Tatar Grand Master, then you can only be one person.
The existence of this person caused decades of war at the border of the Ming Dynasty in history. Seeing another famous person die in front of him, Han Du's heart couldn't help but move slightly even though he was used to it.
Arutai will not be the first, nor will it be the last. Just watching Arutai bleed to death after his thigh was broken by a cannonball, this kind of experience made Han Du feel a little pity for him.
Han Du calmed down and calmly ordered: "Cut off his head and bring it back to the capital to present to the emperor."
After a pause, he added: "Also, take off all the things he has on him and bring them with him, and present them to the emperor."
Although this sword is broken, the handle and scabbard are still there, which can prove its former identity.
