It also defeated the Mongolian Uluth and the Great Zhou regime. The core of them was a military group that relied on strong force to continuously win, and constantly coerced and subjugated people and made vassals.
On the Zhou side, its regime followed the systems of Liao and Jin to a considerable extent. At that time, the Khitan and Jurchen used a small number of their own people to drive ten or a hundred times the number of people, and established a large country in the region in this order; the Zhou Dynasty naturally did not lack insight and means in this regard.
What's more, the Great Zhou Dynasty is a Han government. With the good fighting skills the Han army has shown in the past few years, plus the ten times the numerical advantage of the entire ethnic group, and the hundred times financial advantage of the Central Plains, it is simply easy to drive some foreign races.
On the Mongolian side, countless ethnic groups from the grasslands to the Western Regions have relied on the strong for thousands of years, and it has long been an instinct in their blood. The power of Genghis Khan and the gradual improvement of the system to accommodate more and more surrenders were also the secret of the rapid expansion of the Great Mongolia.
Therefore, when a new round of military testing began between the Zhou Dynasty and Mongolia, the first ones were the Mongols who betrayed Mongolia and the foreign tribes from the Western Regions who relied on Mongolia. And these people who betrayed their origins for various reasons will always be particularly active when serving their new master.
Tuha, the capital of the Bo Yawu cavalry, hopes that in his first battle in the east, he can have a perfect performance, that is, he can not only repel his opponent, but also save his colleagues who are on the verge of defeat.
Therefore, when he divided his troops into two groups, he personally led the smaller group, intending to use the large group to entangle the enemy, and then personally led his headquarters to join the Huoloasi people and encourage them to continue fighting. It is best to be able to cut into the two groups of people at the place to form a pincer attack on the enemy.
However, when they quickly approached the Huolarasi people, they probably came too fast, which made some of the Huolarasi people very nervous. A few people screamed and screamed from far away, and even threw arrows randomly.
The distance between the two carriages was still more than two hundred steps, and the cavalry bow could not shoot that far. The arrow did not hurt anyone, but fell to the ground halfway and was covered by lush weeds.
This scene made Tutuha stunned.
He then continued to urge his horse as if nothing had happened, and casually ordered the guide beside him to shout loudly and display the spear and sword representing his identity.
But the horse galloped a few steps, and he couldn't help but smile.
Last year and the year before last, the Mongols seemed to be pouring out of the grasslands, killing people in the vast land from the river to Khorasan. Even the rivers of the Syr Darya and Amu Darya rivers were blocked by corpses. Those Mongolian knights are all born warriors. They are as tough as weeds and as bloodthirsty as wolves. They are not afraid of any enemies or hardships. Their morale is always high and they are able to complete all seemingly unimaginable tasks.
Tutuha's father Arslan once served under Juer Khan and held the hereditary official position named "Basiha".
Back then, Arslan took his son and followed the famous General Tayangu under Juer Khan to fight alongside Khwarezm. He had crossed countless mountains and ridges, hit the city of Ghazni in Herat, and witnessed everything from the desert to the Countless warriors across the sea. But in Tutuha's eyes, all these people combined could not equal the terror of the Mongols.
An army composed of hundreds of thousands of people like that is simply unstoppable! It shouldn’t belong to the world at all! No other country can match it!
Thinking of such warriors, there are so many on the grassland that covers thousands of miles, and one hundred thousand or one million can be mobilized at any time, this makes all those who are enemies of the Mongolian army tremble in their legs, want to kneel down, and feel that they can be driven by the Mongols Being like cattle and sheep is already a great honor.
So when Tutuha came to the grassland this time, he was very confused along the way. He didn't understand what the Khan was doing by mobilizing Kangli and Boyawu here.
Ordinarily, we are the first group of people to betray Khwarezm and join the Mongol Uluths. We should receive some preferential treatment so as not to be tricked, right?
Do the Mongolian Nayan people on the grassland lack slaves? If that's the case, Boya can only be a herdsman and a hunter, and we will never have the chance to fight in battle, right? As for me, Tutuha, the best outcome is probably to follow a certain Nayan and become a beloved minister who knows how to feel pain.
this is too scary.
Thinking of this ending, Tutuha couldn't sleep all night long.
Until he got an order from Belgutai, telling him to take immediate action to resist the rebellion incited by Haner...
Tutuha was slightly surprised, but felt happy at the same time.
At this moment, when Tutuha discovered that the Mongolian Huolarasi thousands of households were behaving so badly, he was overjoyed again.
Fortunately, it turns out that the Mongols are not all beasts on the battlefield! They also have such a weak tribe and a tribe that obviously lacks battlefield experience!
Just think about it. From what Tutuha saw and heard all the way east, we know how rich the river is and how barren the grassland is. But haven't the Mongolians been locked up in the grassland and desert for generations, enjoying black and white disasters, freezing and hungry all year round? They broke out of the grassland only in the past few years, right? If everyone on the grassland is born to be a warrior, why have they stayed in this miserable place for hundreds of years?
Genghis Khan's power is certainly formidable, but the power of the Mongols has its limits!
The Mongols had swept across Transoxiana and Khorasan, but they still had enemies in the east. And the enemy is quite powerful... In this case, the Mongols will be able to gain access to us!
Although we are humble losers in the river area, as long as we can regroup, we can still make contributions in the east and earn a future for ourselves and our tribe!
"Tell them, follow me! Arslan's son will lead them to defeat their enemies!"
Tutuha shouted to the guide.
He raised the scimitar high in the air and repeatedly stroked it from left to right. This is an indication that you are about to move around and attack the flank of the enemy cavalry.
This tactics of Boya Wu's tribe continued the tradition of when Ju'er Khan was still there, who would frequently gather large groups of light cavalry to attack one side, while using a small number of armored elites to stand by and rush to the other side. Even against the Mongolian army, this kind of fighting method was used to spin and bite, and there were several fierce battles.
But just as he raised his scimitar high, the Huoluo Lasi people who were getting closer and closer showed a horrified look.
Earlier, when Boyawu's cavalry divided into two groups in front of the enemy, they deliberately chose the northwest downwind direction. Thousands of cavalry trampled the cavalry so that smoke and dust rose into the sky, which was enough to cover the time and delay the enemy's cavalry to judge the situation.
But these enemy cavalry did not delay at all. They rode galloping, suddenly crashed through the heavy smoke, and came straight towards Tutuha's troops, who had a smaller number of people. It seemed that they knew the tactics of Bo Yawu's troops and knew That's the key!
How can this be? Could it be that there is a traitor among my subordinates who travels thousands of miles to teach the secrets of warfare?
Tutuha's thoughts were confused for a moment.
But before the enemy cavalry arrived, arrows rained from the sky first.
Those were two rounds of arrows that this group of Mongolian traitors shot into the sky before launching a charge. At that time, Tutuha didn't pay attention to these two rounds of projectiles, but when they were about to rush to Tutuha's side, two rounds of arrows that seemed to be in an absurd direction actually fell into the queue of Bo Yawu's cavalry!
Tutuha had only seen this kind of shooting performed by the most elite Mongolian Qixue... How could these Mongolian traitors have this ability?
Many cavalrymen were immediately hit by arrows. Some people were shot in the vitals and rolled off their horses on the spot; some horses were shot and fell to the ground whiningly, bringing down the knights on their backs. Then the men and horses rolled into a ball, making the muffled sound of bones being broken. ring.
The effect of these two rounds of arrows made Sukhbalu smile.
"Bo Ya and I are using the same tactics used by the Khitans back then! I have learned them all, and I understand them all! I know them all! As soon as they twist their butts, I know what color of shit they are going to poop!" He shouted He boasted to his companions, made vulgar jokes, and led his subordinates to rush forward.
The two cavalry teams were about to come into contact with each other, and there was no need for any instructions from the general.
The cavalrymen under Sukhbalu seized the time to shoot one or two more arrows, then inserted the horn bow into the leather bag next to the saddle, and then pulled out the Zhou army's standard straight knife.
The horse was moving very fast, and the scenery in front of him was changing rapidly. The excessive speed makes one's heart beat faster, as if the whole world is pressing in on him. And those who dare to shoot arrows and wield swords on horseback will also have intense emotions, as if the bow and sword can crush everything.
Aruhan didn't have any strong emotions.
He is a Jurchen, the kind who has been farming for decades, and his riding and shooting skills are somewhat inferior. What's more, as he gets older and his muscles and bones become tight, riding on a galloping horse and shooting continuously or slashing with a knife from left to right requires waist and abdominal strength and balance, which he cannot achieve anyway.
So, let’s rely on the power of equipment.
He took out his hand crossbow.
This may make conservative grassland people laugh. However, many warriors in the Great Zhou Dynasty liked this. The archers and crossbowmen of the Zhou army will always carry some small axes, daggers or throwing weapons such as blues with them as a supplement to the weapons issued by the army and arranged by themselves.
As for the officials in the military supervision system, they generally prefer hand crossbows.
Because the hand crossbow is exquisite, the crossbow bow is about eight inches long and the crossbow arm is only one foot. It is easy to carry and does not require much movement when firing. It is especially suitable for the sudden attack of the supervisory army.
Aruhan carried two crossbows with him. He practiced his shooting skills every day and could shoot wherever he pointed in more than ten steps, with a very high hit rate.
Rapid shooting at short distances does not rely on eyesight, nor is it just reaction, but more importantly, experience and judgment. Sometimes it is only necessary to scan the target position with the peripheral vision, turn the wrist, move the finger, and tighten the crossbow in advance. With a flick of the ball, the crossbow bolt can hit the target.
Aruhan urged his horses and followed closely behind the large group of cavalry, allowing the enemy and our ranks to intersect with each other, arrows flying, swords and guns flying, and blood spraying from the front, back, left, and right; he ignored the screams of people, the neighing of horses, and the sharp movements of swords and spears. The blades clashed with each other.
After all the intensive bursts calmed down slightly, he leveled his crossbow and fired a six-inch-long crossbow bolt.
The next moment, he saw the crossbow arrow flying straight towards the target he chose. It was a knight who was shouting continuously, as if he was commanding his subordinates. The dress and appearance did not look like Mongolians, but had some Khitan style.
The crossbow arrow hit the knight squarely in the face, piercing deeply.
The knight screamed, raised his arm to grab the crossbow bolt, and wanted to pull it out, but the severe pain prevented him from moving. When he hesitated, a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound. His consciousness began to blur, his body began to shake, and then he fell backward.
The horse was still galloping, and one of his legs was still hanging on the saddle. So the whole person was driven by the horses, pulling through thorns and bushes, banging against the ground, and soon dragging out a dark red trace of flesh and blood that was several feet long.
"General Tutuha is dead!"
Boyawu's cavalry shouted one after another. They were originally very high-spirited, but they panicked almost instantly.
