Suddenly, countless arrows streaked through graceful arcs, and then fell in the square formation.
The infantrymen in the phalanx were in a panic, and countless roars rang out: "Whoever takes one step back will die——"
In an instant, the phalanx stabilized.
The firearms also showed off their strength at this time, immediately clearing the crowd in front and slowly approaching.
The generals' shouts and curses, and the exciting music and drums, played against each other, forming a vigorous military force.
The horses panted heavily, steamed and foamed in the cold air, carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight as they sprinted and fought.
The cavalry's fighting was not as orderly as the infantry's. The muskets in their hands died after firing a bullet, and they could only rely on their scimitars.
However, the advantages of the Ming army are also obvious. The extremely high armor rate gives them the upper hand in the confrontation, and then slowly expands the results.
Li Dingguo was riding a war horse, with the battle flags flapping behind him, and the large banner about one foot high was extremely conspicuous on the battlefield, standing like this, boosting the morale of his side.
Listening to the constant beating of the war drums, his blood boiled and he wished he could take the lead and charge into the battle.
Unfortunately, he is the coach and cannot indulge.
The monocular was set up, and the situation on the battlefield was clearly visible.
After the Chinese army's phalanx was in a hurry at the beginning, relying on its excellent officer system, it immediately stabilized its footing and continued to fight forward.
The cavalry on both wings were expanding their advantage, relying on the superiority of their equipment to gain the upper hand against the Mongols.
Obviously, the situation on the battlefield is favorable to the Ming army, and it is obviously a tug-of-war.
But this is not as straightforward as Li Dingguo's mind.
The war horse seemed to feel the master's mood and panted hotly, swinging its hooves uneasily.
"If this delay is continued, it will be detrimental to future wars, and it will also give the Mongols some ideas——"
Li Dingguo muttered, his face instantly becoming determined.
Difficult to deal with the Mongols will inevitably bring about some kind of bad luck for the latter, and the Ming army was just lucky.
You must know that although the three major tribes of Oirat Mongolia are the largest, there are also many other small tribes, and he has no leisure to solve them one by one.
"Send the order to send out the Zhenxi artillery——"
"Yes——" The ordering soldier on the side responded immediately.
The so-called Zhenxi Artillery was actually a light rifled artillery researched by the imperial court at that time. It weighed about 400 kilograms and was equipped with wheels. It was extremely convenient for marching on the grassland.
But this time, Li Dingguo came with thirty Zhenxi artillery pieces.
The Zhenxi artillery, which had been prepared for a long time, was pushed forward one by one, occupying a hillside, and began to bury the soil for positioning, calculate the angle, clean the barrel, and load the cannons.
Thirty black muzzles pointed toward the sky. A gong sound was heard, and a shout came: "Put--"
"Boom! Boom! Boom..." Thunderous noises sounded one after another, and the ground trembled. A row of artillery retreated several steps due to the recoil, shaking up dust all over the ground.
Viewed from a distance, rows of white smoke rise one after another on the gentle slope, and the flames in the smoke are brilliant and powerful.
Most of the artillery shells fell into the Mongolian army formation, frightening the galloping cavalry.
The goddess scattered shotshells like flowers, and a large number of iron nails and shrapnel bloomed in the Mongolian army. Some were penetrated directly by the shrapnel, their heads were broken, and blood and flesh were splashed all over the ground. Some war horses were frightened and were forced to fall off their horses. , turned into minced meat...
Each explosive bomb can carry more than ten or even dozens of people, causing almost all casualties within a few feet.
Although one round of artillery could not kill more than a few hundred people, such a miserable scene directly crushed the courage of many soldiers.
How could one not be in a trance when he was hit hundreds of steps away and died in such a pitiful way?
The morale of the Mongols dropped rapidly like a parabola. It could not stop the attack of the sea of people, but it accelerated its collapse.
"Boom—Boom—"
During the second round of volleys, many Mongolians couldn't help but close their eyes and pray to the Buddha for blessing.
The Ming army, on the other hand, rejoiced and became excited as if they had been given blood, and the scimitars in their hands were even more powerful.
By the third round, the morale of the Mongolian army completely collapsed, and a large number of cavalry could not stop fleeing, and they could not be dissuaded at all.
This is what happened with the tribal alliance. The first one was followed by the second one, and the army disappeared quickly like an avalanche.
"My sons, follow me and kill—"
Li Dingguo couldn't bear it any longer, so he waved his machete, and with the protection of a group of soldiers, he went directly towards the enemy.
As soon as the banner behind him moved, the entire Ming army pressed forward completely and followed the commander.
This time, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Mongols could no longer resist and fell apart in the blink of an eye.
Oqiltu Khan, who was watching the formation, was shocked. Seeing such a scene, there was a constant roar in his ears, which made him tremble.
As soon as the army collapsed, he immediately turned his horse around and said, "Withdraw, withdraw everyone——"
This decisive battle involving more than 100,000 people and concerning the ownership of the entire Western Region ended so easily.
The fighting and pursuit lasted no more than two hours.
Li Dingguo's blood boiled, and after he chopped off four or five people with his hands, he immediately ordered his men to hunt down Eqirtu Khan and completely eliminate the Heshuote tribe.
As long as the Junggar and Heshuote tribes are wiped out, the remaining Dulbert tribe will not be able to survive any waves.
Jia Daihua rode his horse and fought vigorously. His whole body felt hot, his lips were dry, and he desperately wanted to drink water. However, at the same time, the horse under his crotch kept moving forward, and the scimitar in his hand was harvesting the lives of the enemy soldiers, which made him extremely excited.
His troops followed closely and kept moving forward. After a while, when the horses under his legs slowed down, Jia Daihua felt something was wrong:
"You're actually hundreds of miles away from the battlefield."
Thinking of this, he suppressed his hunger and thirst and shouted: "Feed the war horse and replenish its strength."
As he spoke, he took a sip of water until he felt that the saliva was not drying up, and then he fed half of the bag of water to the war horse.
"Commander, shall we continue moving forward?"
A troop of 500 people followed 300 people. One of the captains couldn't help but ask.
"Of course." Jia Daihua raised his head, looked at the sparse deserters in front of him, and said decisively: "I don't believe that if we chase so far, there will be no high officials or nobles."
"If you don't ask for anything, just get a Taiji, it's not bad."
Taiji is prevalent in Oirat Mongolia. Anyone who is a tribal leader will be Taiji, and the so-called Eqiltu Khan's Khan position was also given by his uncle Gushi Khan, and he is worthy of the status of the leader of the alliance.
"That's true -" Everyone nodded. Such a request was not too high, and it was very likely to be realized on the battlefield.
In an instant, everyone was full of fighting spirit.
After boosting morale, Jia Daihua immediately led the troops forward.
I don’t know how long they walked, but under the stars and the moon, everyone came to a lake.
"Head, there seems to be someone in front of you——"
The cavalry who also served as Ye Bushou came back.
"how many people?"
Jia Daihua was tired and sleepy, and he was thirsty for water, but he still forced himself to cheer up.
"You can't see clearly at night, but I guess there are thousands of people here."
"This is not a small fish, it is a big fish."
Jia Daihua marveled in a low voice.
You must know that on the grassland, an ordinary medium-sized tribe only has 1,800 riders. Only large tribes can organize thousands of riders.
As for the characters protected by Qianqi, their identities can be imagined.
"Boss, there are too few of us."
"forget it--"
The deputy battalion commanders and captains gathered together. Three or four people looked up at Jia Daihua and retreated one by one.
"Brothers are out of strength. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with them if we force them to fight."
Obviously, the number of soldiers has declined
Due to the disadvantages and the long journey, no one was confident.
Jia Daihua also felt uncertain, but the huge achievements in front of him were enough for him to give it a try.
His eyes were bright and he told a short story: "As the old saying goes, one Han can defeat five barbarians. Now we are chasing troops, and they are defeated troops. How can three hundred people not be able to defeat a thousand people?"
"Besides, this person must be a big prey. Once we catch him, we will be awarded titles and promotions, and our brothers will also receive a lot of merit."
"It will be difficult to encounter such a good opportunity again in the future."
Within a few breaths, the captain and deputy battalion commander expressed their approval.
"Feed the horses, rest, and wait until midnight before we make a surprise attack."
Jia Daihua whispered.
"Boss, why isn't it almost dawn?" Deputy Yingzheng, who also studied at the martial arts hall, couldn't help but ask.
"They have been running around all day, and they are not doing orthodontics at this time. I am afraid that they will just close their eyes in the middle of the night, and it will not be so easy to open them by then. This is the best time."
Jia Daihua chuckled and said, "The timing should change according to events, don't stick to books and teaching materials."
"Remember, never let your brothers fall asleep."
The officers then went back to doing the work of ordinary soldiers.
After waiting for more than an hour, Jia Yan felt that his eyelids were like a thousand-pound gate, which was difficult to lift.
But in the end, he managed to stay awake.
"Head, it's almost time."
"Let's go, here's your chance to make a contribution."
Putting away his fur coat, Jia Daihua cheered up, his eyes widening.
The cold wind in the grassland at night was biting, and the hot breath he exhaled seemed to turn into frost in the blink of an eye. Sitting and lying down for a long time made his legs numb from the cold.
In addition to the regular fried rice rations that they could swallow to fill their stomachs with water, the most important thing that supported their night attack was the woolen undershirts they wore.
The woolen clothes and trousers allowed their legs, feet and upper body to keep their body temperature at night, even without the warmth of a fire, to prevent them from freezing to death.
In the luggage on horseback, there are even military socks and gloves to ensure warmth and prevent frostbite.
Even if you are frostbitten, there is still wound medicine prepared in your luggage, which can be applied at any time to prevent necrosis.
At this time, Jia Daihua suddenly remembered a sentence he said when he was studying in the martial arts hall: "Logistics support is the cornerstone of the army's victory."
Without military rations or woolen clothing, how could he attack at night?
The long supply of meat allowed the soldiers to avoid night blindness and launch attacks under the moon at night.
The horses' hooves were wrapped in cloth and bits were put on, and everyone was ready.
"Kill -" with a low cry, Jia Daihua raised his scimitar.
At this time, a burst of hot air hit the blade, instantly forming water mist. The armor and the horse's mane were all wet with water vapor.
The three hundred cavalrymen marched toward the camp several miles away with unwavering momentum.
At this time, Oqiltu Khan was curled up in a blanket, warming himself by the fire, sleeping soundly.
It was pity that he was young, his temples were slightly frosty, and he had been pampered for decades. This was the first time he suffered such a disastrous defeat. It could be said that his confidence was directly shattered. He ran away after a tiring day and could only rest at night.
Everyone originally advised him to leave day and night and quickly return to the king's tent to organize a counterattack, but his body really couldn't bear it anymore.
Moreover, others also agreed that the bitterly cold temperature at night was enough to deter the Ming army.
Suddenly, there was the sound of horse hooves, followed by shouts.
Oqiltu Khan was awakened: "What's wrong?"
"Great Khan, the Ming army is coming."
The captain of the guard couldn't help but exclaimed.
"How many of them are there?"
"It's hard to see clearly at night, but it's coming with such ferocity that our men can't withstand it. Hurry up and get on your horse—"
After saying that, he helped Eqiltu Khan up and mounted his horse directly. Dozens of people protected him and went out to kill him.
suffer during the day
The defeated Mongolian cavalry were like frightened birds. They were defeated by hundreds of Ming troops and immediately lost their fighting spirit. The situation became one-sided and many people raised their weapons and surrendered.
At this time, Jia Daihua asked and found out that this was actually the camp where Eqirtu Khan rested. No wonder there were so many people protecting him.
Thinking of his identity, Jia Daihua's breathing immediately became rapid. He swept his eyes and asked hurriedly: "Where is Oqiltu Khan?"
"Here, in the innermost part——"
At this time, everyone no longer cared about the prisoners, but rushed forward, trying to capture Eqiltu Khan alive.
"Don't even think about escaping——"
Seeing a group of cavalry fleeing in panic, Jia Daihua directly led more than 30 cavalry to catch up and refused to give up.
After chasing for half an hour, the cavalry in front slowed down and were finally surrounded.
Jia Daihua said in half-baked Mongolian: "Surrender, Oqiltu Khan, I, the Ming Emperor, have always been merciful and will not kill you."
Wearing a brocade robe, with a gray face and a weathered face, Oqirtu Khan was panting like an ox, shivering from the cold, crying, and for a moment he was speechless.
"Khan, there are only a few more of them than us, let's fight--" the captain of the guard said directly.
After a while, Oqiltu Khan came to his senses, wiped his nose, and closed his eyes slightly: "That's it, put down your weapon!"
"Bhan -" everyone exclaimed.
But Oqiltu Khan continued without any doubt: "Put down your weapons!"
"This is a wise choice -" Jia Daihua breathed a sigh of relief with a smile on his face.
After carefully confiscating all the weapons and keeping Eqirtu Khan under separate custody, the group of people slowly returned to the camp.
In order to avoid long nights and many dreams, Jia Daihua directly put Eqiltu Khan into Ming army robes, and then took custody of a large number of prisoners and embarked on the return journey.
At this time, Li Dingguo began to sum up the losses at night.
When he learned that thousands of cavalrymen had not returned from pursuit, especially that Erqiltu Khan and Sengge were nowhere to be found, Li Dingguo couldn't help but want to curse:
"With Ezirtu Khan gone, why did the fight end like this?"
