Since ancient times, when attacking or besieging a city, there has never been any reason for the attacker to use all his forces at once.
The Art of War says, surround an enemy ten times. Among these ten times the force, there are those who occupy key passes outside the city and block traffic, some who are stationed on the periphery to prepare for reinforcements, some who are responsible for responding to the field attack of troops in the city, and some who are responsible for the reserve team responsible for replacing the offensive troops. Those actually responsible for attacking the city will not exceed half of the total force.
Of course Tuo Lei has never seen Han Chinese art of war, but his father Genghis Khan was indeed a great expert in the use of troops. The grassland people themselves have been fighting for thousands of years, and they do have their own inheritance in the use of troops, but it is not in writing.
Tuo Lei has been accompanying Genghis Khan in his northern and southern expeditions since he was a child. He is known as a heroic military strategist. Under the influence of his long-term exposure, he has learned a lot about his father Khan's military strategy. This time, he did the same thing when he led his army to cover up and attack Haicang Town in Laizhou.
Among the ten thousand households under his command, six thousand households came all for the purpose of annihilating the Ding Haijun headquarters, and they were recharging their strength from beginning to end. Those used to attack the fortress were four thousand families from Chiju Prince Consort, Tuosahhe, Kuokuochu and Zhedieer.
Last night, Tuo Lei saw that he could not attack for a long time, so he deliberately rewarded the soldiers to boost their morale. Then he succeeded in a fierce attack in the early morning of this morning and broke into the inside of the camp in one fell swoop.
Two days and two nights of fighting with an extremely tough enemy, coupled with the previous day and night of long-distance raids, naturally made it difficult for these four thousand households. Even though the Mongols have long been accustomed to harsh environments and are tough and hardworking, physical fatigue is insurmountable. Once the battle is won, the feeling of fatigue is unstoppable.
The thousands of households in Zhedie'er were supported by the will to plunder, and they could try to keep their spirits up.
After the other three thousand households withdrew from the camp, many people found a piece of dry land outside and fell asleep. There was the sound of snoring everywhere. Some of those who were not asleep also took off the leather armor that was adhered to the wounds one after another, so that their bodies, which had been smelling sour for the past few days, could relax a little.
Only a few relatively poor households remained fully armed. The reward they received from Tuo Lei was not enough. They hoped that when the thousands of families were full, it would be their turn to enter the camp and gnaw the bones.
But who would have thought that the six thousand households who were replenishing their strength had not yet been able to encounter the enemy, but the four exhausted ones were struck by a thunderbolt?
The Mongolians were very vigilant. There had been a lot of noise in the city, and many people were awakened from their sleep. Someone hurriedly led the horse and laughed loudly, thinking that if the other thousands of households sent troops to support them, they would definitely take away a lot of property in the camp, and the other thousands of households would suffer a big loss.
But in the blink of an eye, the noise turned into a roar, and the roar turned into a shocking fight.
The elite troops of the Red Horse Prince Consort were still on their way back in the distance. Most of the Mongolians in front of the camp gate had not yet finished preparing. They could only hear the shouts of dozens and hundreds of people in the camp.
Ding Haijun's third iron futu cavalry team has rushed out from inside the camp!
The fortress in Haicang Town is very strong, but the two camp gates on the south and east sides are too wide. The two or three feet of the camp gate is equal to the two or three feet of gap in the fortification wall, which is always under attack. Weak spots.
In front of the two camp gates, the bridge across the ditch is a strong and wide wooden bridge. In the past two days, the offensive and defensive sides repeatedly fought for the wooden bridge, and an unknown number of people died. So dark black blood stains soaked through the wooden boards; the piles of corpses in the ditch under the bridge attracted swarms of flies that kept buzzing.
When we were holding on, I don't know how many soldiers looked at these two wooden bridges and scolded the eighteenth generation of Wang Shixian's ancestors in their hearts. They all felt that he was too careless at first, but then he didn't think enough, even if he ate the Mongols several times. Unfortunately, I can't even think of a way to destroy the wooden bridge.
But at this time, the open wooden bridge became the best launching point for the third wave of Tiefutu cavalry to attack.
Hundreds of tall horses, hundreds of mighty men, and even the heavy armor they wore, with such a huge weight, did not need to slow down at all. The cavalry stepped across the wooden bridge with a thunderous sound, and like the rapids pouring down from a thousand-foot-high cliff, poured into the open area where the Mongolians were scattered and resting!
The Mongols were immediately in chaos.
Burning, killing, looting and fighting tough battles are two different things.
Originally, everyone had planned to burn, kill, plunder, and have some fun, but some people's dicks in their crotches were ready to move. During the break, they were telling some dirty jokes with their companions.
As a result, hundreds of cavalry suddenly rushed out of the camp... How to fight this battle?
Look at the iron cavalry again, with dazzling fine armor, swords and spears like a forest, the iron horses galloping like wild beasts, and the cavalry formation is like an iron wall... How to fight this battle?
In terms of riding skills, every Mongolian is outstanding. He can control several horses by one person, ride the horses while they are galloping, run long distances, and eat, drink, and relieve themselves on the horse.
When it comes to archery, every Mongolian is a good shooter. Even if he cannot hit a target with a hundred steps, he can still hit the target within thirty to fifty steps.
When it comes to sword skills and the coordination between riding and riding, they are all the best.
But all these advantages are completely useless when faced with the sudden attack of Tiefutu!
The situation in front of us is one of destruction and destruction, a tiger among the sheep!
The Mongolians who originally wanted to ride their horses forward reined in their horses one after another. Many people who had not had time to mount their horses began to turn back, and some looked at a loss, waiting for the orders of their ten-man leader.
The Mongolians in the direction of the cavalry made desperate shouts. Some people were carrying bows and arrows, so they subconsciously opened their bows and shot arrows randomly.
The sound of the bow strings merged into a long tone, and then was swallowed up by the heavy sound of horse hooves.
Arrows cover the sky like locusts, but how can locusts stop the roaring torrent?
The tide surges higher and higher.
The iron pagoda cavalry continued to move forward, and the front of their queue became wider and wider. Five cavalry, ten cavalry, twenty or thirty cavalry. Every cavalry member ignored the enemy in front of them. They ran rampant and killed everything in front of them unreasonably!
The sound of a watermelon being smashed kept resounding. It was the Mongolian knight who was knocked down before he could mount his horse.
Then countless long-handled straight knives formed a wall of terrifyingly sharp knives. Each knife goes from tilting to slashing, then back to tilting, and then slashing. Hundreds of knives caused the wall of knives to tumble and roll, harvesting human lives wantonly.
In front of the sword wall, blood mist is sprayed every moment. The blood mist was so thick that it almost obscured the entire battlefield. Under the blood mist, countless people were hacked to death. Their heads flew up, their limbs flew up, and their mutilated bodies fell to the ground in pieces.
It can be seen that these cavalry have not been trained in heavy armor assault for a long time. The cooperation between knights and even the overall cooperation of the knights are very unfamiliar. After charging three to five hundred steps, this sword wall is no longer able to do anything. Keep it tidy.
But this impact was enough for the Mongols!
Just once, the open space where three thousand families rested was cut in half as if it had been slashed by a giant with a knife, leaving a path filled with blood.
The Mongols are a tough grassland people. Their bravery and self-confidence shaped by their victories have made them unwavering warriors. But at this time, what else can they do besides shouting wildly?
Only a small number of particularly elite Mongolian cavalry could continue to fight on such occasions.
As the ranks of the Tiefutu cavalry began to loosen up, they weaved in and out of the gaps between each team and each horse, firing bows and arrows on both sides, or slashing with swords. But as Tiefutu continued to advance, no matter how dexterous the people were, they could not survive among the high-speed queues. They were quickly killed one by one by the cavalry in the back row waving their weapons.
The long knife cut across their necks, their heads fell to the ground, and the long spear opened huge wounds on their chests. There were also swords and spears stabbing at the horses, so the horses jumped wildly, making the knights unable to fight. They were cut off their horses in a matter of breaths, and were trampled into the mud by the continuous iron cavalry.
The heavy sword in Monk Luo's hand was slashed many times in succession, and finally the blade curled.
At this time, Monk Luo aimed at a fleeing Mongolian and chopped him down with all his strength. As a result, the thick blade of the knife was embedded in his head from the side, cracking the entire skull. Blood and brain matter burst out, spraying all over Monk Luo's face.
Monk Luo let go of his hand, letting the Mongolian fall to the ground with the long knife on his head, and then took out his usual iron rod.
After this delay, many cavalry around him overtook him, chasing the fleeing enemies in front and killing them one by one.
Monk Luo had seen this scene countless times in Datong, Monan, and Xuande. Sometimes he would see it in his dreams, which would wake him up in panic. But this time, Monk Luo was very satisfied, because in the past, the Mongols slaughtered them wantonly, but this time it was the other way around.
Monk Luo couldn't help shouting the Buddha's name. He didn't know whether it was for the Mongols in front of him or for the countless people who had died in the past.
The next moment, he urged his horse forward and shouted: "Spread out! Spread out! Keep killing!"
The trumpeter beside him blew the horn, and all the generals and lieutenants also blew their bone whistles, swung their weapons in their hands, and directed their men to continue the charge.
At this time, the cavalry of the Red Horse Prince Consort arrived.
These hundreds of riders are the elite of Hongji's tribe, but they can only maintain the team from avalanching.
Facing the well-armored heavy cavalry, the best way is naturally to keep a distance, suppress it with arrows, and repeatedly lure the enemy to consume their physical strength until they are exhausted. This is what the Red Horse Prince Consort did, and he was confident that he could contain the enemy cavalry.
But the problem is that there are still so many Mongolian cavalry who have not had time to mount their horses, and are being caught in the wave of metal, floating and wailing, and being killed wantonly. When those iron pagodas are tired, how many people will be left in the four thousand households?
When the Red Horse Prince Consort fought against hundreds of thousands of Jin troops on Yehu Ridge, he had never seen such a ferocious Tiefutu cavalry charging in groups. Isn't this Haicang Town where the family members of Ding Haijun live? How could such a powerful force be hidden?
The red horse prince consort suddenly understood.
"This is a trap! A trap!" He roared loudly, grabbed one of his companions, and said to him: "Go tell the fourth prince that these people in front of you are the main force of the Ding Navy. We have been fooled! Let him take the six thousand households on the left and right wings. , call them all back! Quick! Quick! Go quickly!"
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