In the dark night, groups of men and horses, wearing plate armor and black coarse cloth cloaks, walked silently. Scattered, like mercury pouring down the ground, spreading towards the west.
An Sanxi was very strict in running the army, and talking during the march was strictly prohibited.
After leaving the city, the cavalry of the three regiments went to the north, east, and south to attack the camps of Khan'ahai, Buyan'ahai, and Subuti.
These three people represent the three largest forces of Haraqin and Duoyan.
In the west, the troops were mainly sent by Tumed Zhutaiji and Ordos Jinong.
240 teams, nearly 20,000 people, silently moved toward the Ordos camp.
An Sanxi personally led the team, and his guard of 200 cavalry also followed.
The cavalrymen all dismounted and led their horses on foot. The horses held coins in their mouths and their hooves were wrapped in cotton and cloth. They walked quietly. So as not to alarm the Mongols.
After all, the running of horses shook the earth, and Mongolians could hear it through hollow pillows in their sleep.
The Ordos people were stationed more than ten miles west of the city, near a creek for easy access to water. This time they came with a total of five thousand cavalry, all stationed here.
Because it has been three months since the war started, they have not fought much and have not been attacked. The west side is not the focus of the attack.
They were so disorganized that they didn't even send out scouts at night. Only the wooden fence of the camp had some sentinels. At this time, he was so sleepy that he dozed off.
The Ordos people came here to make soy sauce, and the leader of the team was Jinong's younger brother Bunotaiji.
Twenty-four brigades were bypassed from a distance.
Fifteen of them surrounded the Ordos camp on all sides. Nine brigades set up defenses at the bend of the river closest to the Tumuts to prevent the Tumuts from coming to rescue.
An Sanxi looked at his pocket watch, it was three o'clock in the morning.
This was the agreed time for the three cavalry regiments to launch an attack. Because it was night, it was difficult to see how many people were coming. Each camp under attack will definitely focus on defense. If you attack rashly, you will be ambushed.
Moreover, the Mongols' advantage in bows and arrows is greatly reduced in the dark, which can reduce casualties.
An Sanxi knew the Mongolian psychology and tactics very well. As long as there is enemy situation in the camps in all directions, no one will come out to support each other. These people were originally a loose collection.
An Sanxi installed his headquarters on a small mound outside the Ordos camp. The grassland is not actually flat, but rolling low hills covered with green grass.
The camp not far away was quiet without any sound. Under a few flickering torches, there were one or two sentries dozing against the fence.
In the telescope, An Sanxi saw a rocket flying far away and exploding into gorgeous fireworks in the sky. Then countless fireworks shot into the sky from three sides of Duolun City, and countless sparks exploded in the air.
This is the signal for the attack to begin. It means that all three cavalry regiments have begun to engage the enemy.
As long as a fight breaks out, it will be in vain. I don’t know how many people will come out of the city. No one cares about the various Mongolian camps. Only here can we free our hands and concentrate our forces to deal with the Ordos people.
"Send the signal to attack." An Sanxi gave the order, and dozens of messengers immediately mounted their horses and galloped away.
Soon the attacking brigades received orders.
The team from Xingfu Club is at the front of the entire community team.
This was temporarily decided on the battlefield by ten team captains, who drew lots on the spot. Lao Zhong had no objection. It was God's will. He went back directly to prepare for the attack.
"Brothers from the Si family, as well as Han Laogen, Ma Xiaowu, and Zhao Daguo, the five of you, each bring an explosive pack, crawl up, and blow up the Tatar wooden fence and the horse." Old Zhong ordered.
A few people didn't have any objections and quickly left with the explosive bags. These tasks are rotated, which is fair.
At this early morning, it is the time when people are most asleep.
Ever since they were sent here by Jinong, the Ordos people have never been interested in attacking the city.
They also didn't quite understand that Haraqin's troubles had nothing to do with them. The Nayans who led the team were not willing to lose their tribesmen for the Haraqin people.
So during this period of time, I basically didn't have much fight with An Sanxi.
Khan Ahai and Buyan Ahai also knew that the Ordos people came to join in the fun and show Jinong's attitude, but they could not command these people.
Simply let it be. Just beat it down and give them a share. As long as they can come, it will represent the unity of the entire Monan Mongolia.
Buono was in a bad mood today. His beloved horse was not accustomed to the climate here and died of illness.
He finally got this horse from his brother.
His brother got it from the distant Turkmen. Unexpectedly, after arriving here, after three months of attacking, the city was not captured. Instead, his BMW died of illness.
He was so angry that he whipped several of his slaves, and then he became extremely drunk and fell asleep on the bear skin.
He was sleeping and lost in the lake when suddenly there was a loud noise and a dazzling white light illuminated the window of the yurt. The shock made him jump to his feet. He was still hungover and before he understood what was going on, explosions came one after another.
At this time, even though he was a fool, he understood that it was the explosion of gunpowder.
Explosions came from all directions, indicating that his camp was surrounded.
At this time, his Na Ke'er rushed in from outside and was busy dressing him up and arm him.
"Taiji, Mingren took advantage of the darkness to come up and we are surrounded."
"Taiji, give the order to assemble immediately. It will be too late if it is later."
Just when the Mongols emerged from the tent in panic, 150 teams from all directions rushed in through the exploded fences.
According to An Sanxi's requirements, the squad is the smallest combat unit, and no one is allowed to leave the squad to fight alone.
As soon as these people rushed into the tent area, they poured the kerosene they brought with them on the yurt and set it on fire.
In the camp, looking down from the sky, fires were soon raging on all sides. The wind on the grassland was very strong, and the wind helped the fire, which quickly ignited the firewood piles and horse pens. For a while, there was chaos with people shouting and horses neighing.
As soon as a large number of Mongolians emerged from their tents sleepily, they were stabbed by oncoming spears. He fell to the ground before he could see the situation clearly.
Lai Tu was a warrior. He saw a man in front of him who rushed out of the tent was stabbed by several spears. The unlucky man screamed and was stabbed down.
He shouted, jumped up, broke the window, and rolled out.
He waved his scimitar and prepared to slash at the attacking enemies. Under the bright torch, he was shocked to find that there were seventy or eighty enemies in front of him.
These people were all protected by armor. These armors did not reflect light in the blazing fire. They also had helmets on their heads. The strange thing is that these helmets have visors that are lowered, so you can't see their faces.
The faces all have pointed beaks like beaks. It looked very scary and weird.
He held a strange weapon in his hand, which looked like an ax or a spear. Before he could react, they came at him in a dense mass of stabbings.
He shouted loudly and fended off a few with his machete. He just breathed a sigh of relief. These people were far less powerful than he was.
Suddenly there was pain in his foot and he looked down.
An ax with a halberd cut off the sole of his foot.
Lai Tu screamed and fell down, and in an instant, countless axes struck him down. Lai Tu's blood spattered from being slashed, and he quickly stopped moving.
"Don't mess up the formation, speed up the assault, keep a distance from other teams, and don't let the Mongols escape through the gaps." Old Zhong shouted loudly.
More than seventy people lined up in three horizontal lines, holding long halberds and pushing forward. When you see a tent, pour kerosene on it.
The Mongols on the periphery suffered heavy casualties due to a sudden attack. But it also bought time for the Mongols inside.
In the distance, the Mongols finally organized some cavalry and rushed towards this side.
Bu Nuo was so angry that these Han people were like two-legged sheep to him.
Mongolians eat meat just like wolves. Han people eat grass just like sheep.
When the Mongols killed the Han people and robbed the Han people's things, it was like a wolf eating a sheep. This is arranged by Changshengtian. How dare the Han people resist? I really don't know what to say.
"Warriors from the Ordos grasslands, open your eyes and look at these cowardly Han people. They dare to come and tease the tiger's beard. We rush over and kill them all. Pick up your bows and arrows and follow my orders to shoot them. These little crawlers.”
The Mongols burst into cheers and howled wildly.
They all picked up their riding bows and shot at the Han infantry.
Under the blazing fire of the camp, the brothers of the Si family saw the Mongolian cavalry lined up in formation, bows and arrows bent neatly, there was a deafening sound of bowstrings, and dense arrows were shot at them.
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