The roaring war horses made the ground tremble, and the dust on the ground was billowing and flying sand and stones, as if a storm was sweeping across the world, but at this moment, the eyes above the head were dazzling!
Jia Yan, riding a war horse, was like a grain of sand in the surging army, or like a drifting boat in the sea, moving with the waves.
Although his official position has become higher, his courage has not changed, but he has become more cautious.
The dozens of personal guards accompanying him guarded him fiercely as they charged forward.
This wasn't his first time on the battlefield, nor would it be his last, but this one was especially different.
"Jiannu is their father!" Suddenly someone shouted, "These Mongols are their lackeys, kill them -"
Hearing this, many people felt a fire burning in their hearts.
Jia Yan is no exception.
He is not afraid of the Mongols, but the Mongolians are very good at archery. They ride horses and shoot eagles every day. If a cold arrow comes here, they will be in trouble.
"I have a biological son now, but I can't just let him die."
His heart was pounding, but Jia Yan remained calm, waving his arms and giving instructions among the crowd.
At this time, the small cowhide drum on the side of the queue also slowly beat "Dongdongdong".
"Ding, ding, ding..." Jia Yan heard a sound of metal collisions around him. It was the sound of arrows thrown from the air hitting helmets and shoulder plates. Occasionally, one or two people were shot in the leather armor area. Screaming in pain.
The shouts and killing sounds dozens of steps away could be clearly heard.
They were the Mongols, a group of ragged Mongolian cavalry that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Jia Yan was stunned and couldn't believe it.
Although the Mongolian in front of him had a fierce face and full of murderous intent, he was covered in leather armor. The most valuable thing was just the war horse under his crotch.
Many of the soldiers were even holding curled-edged knives, missing corners of their guns, and broken bone arrows. They looked nothing like an army, but worse than some bandits.
The Mongols who once dominated the north were reduced to such a situation?
"Is this Mongolian?"
"These are the Mongols!"
As the queue marched, soon another group of soldiers and horses gathered around them, forming a fighting force.
Jia Yan looked up and saw that he looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was a colleague he had met before, the guerrilla general Shi Jinbao. He was a powerful man in his forties.
The beard on his face is impressive.
What is particularly enviable is that a pair of his sons, aged seventeen or eighteen, have already joined the army in the Beijing camp.
"Brother Shi!"
"Brother Jia!" Shi Jinbao arched his hands and said, "The Mongols have been treated like trash by the Manchus. Now the former army has started fighting. We can't delay any longer."
"Otherwise, we won't be able to get those military exploits."
After saying this, he slapped his horse and moved forward like an arrow from the string.
Jia Yan was stunned, and then he remembered that the first achievement in this battle was five points of merit.
In an instant, his fighting spirit was high and he strode away on horseback.
Tuxie Tuhan rode a horse and commanded on a high hill, looking at this huge battlefield.
In this battle, the five kings of Horqin Right Banner gathered 10,000 cavalry and took out all the equipment in the warehouse. It can be said that they spent a lot of money.
The Ming army actually sent only 10,000 cavalry.
"When did the Ming army dare to be so rampant?"
The Taijis roared angrily, and the smell of being despised made them extremely angry.
Apart from the Hongwu period in the early Ming Dynasty, when did one-on-one field battles appear on the grassland?
Without two or three times the army, the Ming army would just huddle in the castle.
In the eyes of all the Mongolian nobles, this battle is a threat, and the restoration of Mongolia's prestige is just around the corner.
High on the hillside, Tuxie Tuhan put his hand on the scabbard of his sword and looked at the scene in the wilderness with a livid face.
The sun was shining brightly above the head, the ground was dry, and countless people were charging across the battlefield, making the dust billow everywhere and making the vision unclear.
Years of experience in battles allow him to feel the turbulence and atmosphere of every place on the battlefield.
However, from the very beginning, Tuxie Tuhan felt that something was wrong. This situation was not like a battle, it was simply a one-sided massacre.
As soon as the armies clashed, the Ming team seemed to be possessed by evil spirits and became very arrogant. They launched charges from the left, right and center.
On the contrary, the Mongolian army was very passive.
That scene didn't look like Akito's army.
What about those weak lambs?
The most unbearable thing for them was that the Chinese army's front line was actually penetrated at first.
Ten thousand Mongolian cavalry were pressed down and beaten by ten thousand Ming cavalry.
In the eternal heaven, where are these lambs? This is clearly a group of wolves in sheep's clothing.
At this moment, the war started less than half an hour ago.
The former army collapsed on a large scale! The Ming army attacked from the front, and a group of iron cavalry penetrated the middle and attacked the front in a roundabout way.
The Mongolian cavalry was divided and attacked from the front and rear. The various units collapsed, and large swaths of rebel troops surged toward the north in disorder.
Tuxie Tuhan was shocked and hurriedly mounted his horse, preparing to retreat.
At this moment, the cavalry on the left and right flanks were seen rushing backwards on horseback.
He is anxious. I haven't retreated yet, but you dare to retreat first.
Who will cover me?
He hurriedly asked: "I didn't give the order, who gave the order to retreat?"
"Great Khan, you can't stop at all. Everyone is running away. Please leave quickly, Great Khan!"
"The entire Horqin was destroyed in the hands of you people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."
Tushetu Khan galloped on his horse while spitting out fragrance: "If there was such a warrior as Genghis Khan, how could he end up like this?"
The entire battlefield was divided and cut, and the Mongolian army was defeated.
The yellow dust that filled the air looked like thick smoke or dark clouds. The scorching sun in the sky was shrouded in a layer of haze, and the halo was hazy.
Jia Yan was riding on horseback and saw the battlefield was in a mess.
The cheers after the victory have stopped, leaving only a mess on the ground and the joy of victory.
A large number of ownerless horses were collected, overturned and broken vehicles were lifted, and the blood-stained battle flags inserted among the corpses were also sorted out.
The worst thing is that there are corpses everywhere. It is no longer possible to distinguish between friend and enemy, so they can only be collected.
The baggage soldiers were cleaning the battlefield.
Wounded soldiers were carried to the rear for treatment. Thanks to the emperor's background and the medical department, the Ming army had the most complete military doctors in the world.
The probability is that there is one military doctor for every five hundred people.
Although relying on today's medical skills, the effect is not very good, the pain relief and recuperation have a good psychological effect. At least the soldiers have something to hope for.
"happy--"
Jia Yan stopped and looked, but he was thinking of his family.
Suddenly a cry brought him back to his senses.
When he looked up, he saw that it was Ichi Jinbao whom he had met on the battlefield.
At this time, he was covered in blood, and it looked like he had walked out of the battlefield and was the result of fighting in person.
But Jia Yan didn't agree. He was a lord and couldn't die so easily.
"Brother Jia, this battle was so exciting. It was as easy as killing a chicken and a monkey against those Mongolians."
"They fell down before I even used my firearm."
