Shang Jian rushed down with his soldiers in grief and anger.
Nenhorqin's Tudata cloth bag looked at the Ming army rushing in like a tide below. There is no end in sight. I felt panic in my heart.
If there are more than 10,000 people, there will be no boundaries.
Twenty thousand people rushed into the team from both sides of the road, and those in front were already fighting with the heavy infantry of Zhenglan Banner. There were more people rushing towards them from behind. Wherever they looked, they were Ming soldiers wearing white coarse cloth cloaks.
Tuda was horrified to see that a total of two thousand cavalry came from Nenhorqin this time. He led 500 people to explore the way in front, and the remaining 1,500 people were divided into 15 centuries and distributed around the team. Only 3,700 heavy infantrymen from the Zhenglan Banner came this time. That is twelve Niulu.
However, seeing the huge number of these Ming troops, he was a little undecided for a while.
Tuda picked up an oil paper bag from the saddle and took out dried persimmons to eat.
He has a habit of eating snacks when he is nervous. He saw that the Ming army had cut the long team below into countless segments, and Zhenglan Banner had fallen into fighting on its own. He knew that rushing forward at this time would be very dangerous.
Du persimmon is a kind of wild blueberry in the Greater Khingan Mountains. The fruit is a berry, blue, nearly round, and rich in nutrients. It is native and mainly produced in the Daxinganling Mountains, Xinjiang and North America. It tastes sour and sweet, with a refreshing aroma. The fruits can be eaten directly or used to produce beverages and wine. The dried fruit tastes very good.
These Mongolian cavalry were all brought by this Tabu Nang. Although he is not usually under his command, since the Great Khan has ordered him to exercise moderation, everyone can only wait without orders. The war horses snorted uneasily and dug their hooves into the ground.
Tuda gradually calmed down, and he felt that he could not rush forward like this. As for Shang Jian, he didn't care about his life or death. He was just here to help. Huang Taiji promised a Mongolian cavalry fifty taels of silver. Why would you risk your life for fifty taels?
Fifteen-year-old Bolo did not rush down with his elder brother Shang Jian.
He took his thirty cavalry and watched Tuda coldly. He waited for a while and saw that his eldest brother had rushed into the Ming army with 270 knights. His hand pressed on the hilt of the knife.
Bolo touched the horse's belly with his spur.
"Chirp!" he whispered.
The war horse is walking at a leisurely pace. Went to Tuda ten meters away.
He asked: "Respected Tudatta Bunang, why don't you rush down."
Only then did Tuda discover that there was still a small group of Eight Banners cavalry who had not followed Shang Jian.
He glanced at Bolo from the corner of his eyes and muttered in Mongolian, "Little bastard..."
Although their voices were very low, most of the nobles who founded the slaves spoke Mongolian, and some scholars even suspected that they were originally Mongolians.
Bolo suppressed his anger and shouted in a low voice: "How long do you plan to wait?"
Tuda swallowed the dried blueberries in his mouth, and then said calmly: "What's the rush? Wait until I finish eating it." As he said that, he also weighed the oil paper bag in his hand.
Bolo's angry eyes were about to burst into flames. It was already dark and full of murder down there, and this bastard still wanted to eat snacks here. He turned around and rode away, as if he didn't want to see the ugly face of this bastard again.
When the war horse turned its head, the Mongols burst into laughter. It seemed that he was laughing at him for being a little cub with no hair, and actually wanted to play with them.
Bolo suddenly pinched the horse's belly, and the war horse seemed to know what he was thinking. The horse turned 360 degrees, exploded, and rushed towards Tuda.
The distance of ten meters was approaching in an instant. Tuda was shocked and immediately wanted to draw his sword.
Unfortunately, he was holding a bag of dried fruits in his hand. The moment he threw away the dried fruit and tried to draw the knife. Bolo had already drawn his saber first and struck Tuda on the main artery in his neck.
Tuda's neck was cut in half with a sharp saber. Blood flew out suddenly and sprayed on the faces of the left and right knights. Tuda didn't say a word, and he fell off his horse with a thud.
Seeing that the Mongols were about to break out, Bolo took out the military talisman of Huang Taiji and Nen Horqin Khan from his arms, and shouted: "Tuda is afraid of the enemy like a tiger, and he will not patrol."
Before, a certain person held the king's order and killed him. Now everyone follows me and rushes down. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed without mercy. "
These two gold medals immediately calmed the Mongols.
They could see clearly that one of them was the military talisman of Nen Horqin Khan. They suddenly became honest. This idiot Tuda died in vain.
They smiled ingratiatingly while muttering to themselves. How come this little brat has the military talisman of the Great Khan?
Before Shang Jian rushed down, he handed Bolo these two signs. Then gave him a look. Bolo naturally knew what his elder brother meant.
Bolo rushed down from the hill with his thirty cavalry and five hundred Mongolian cavalry. At this time, the set was completely disrupted below. There were only a few people who established slaves, and they were completely submerged in the surging Ming army.
Some hedgehogs from the Ming army fought with them in groups. Some lit kindlings and threw them on the grain truck.
At this time, almost all the grain trucks were burning.
Shang Jian was so anxious that he went crazy. They were completely overwhelmed by the Ming army and had no way to put out the fire.
The number of the Ming army was three to four times theirs. The key is that at least half of these people are very capable. It is completely incomparable to the useless snacks of the Liaodong Guardsmen.
The soldiers of the Ma family rolled forward on the spot with rattan shields on their backs. He rushed to the Mongolian cavalry rushing down the hillside and slashed the horse's legs from the side with his sword. The heavy mazha knife slashed diagonally, the horse's legs snapped in response, and the war horse fell forward with a mournful cry.
The Mongolian was thrown off his horse, and then he was hacked to death by the Ming army coming from behind.
Some Mongolian riders directly controlled their horses to trample these people rolling on the ground. These people reacted very quickly, like hedgehogs, using the shields on their backs to block the horses' hooves. Then he rolled sideways under the horse's belly and cut off its legs.
Shang Jian's two hundred cavalrymen clashed with each other and could not get close to the grain cart area.
An arrow from the side was shot diagonally, hitting Shang Jian's eye. Shang Jian screamed in agony, but he still hacked to death a Ming soldier beside him with his backhand.
Then, he pulled out the arrow with his bare hands. The barbs bring out the eyeballs. Blood spurted out.
Shang Jian grabbed a handful of golden sore medicine from the leather bag on his waist and pressed it into his left eye. Then he tore off the corner of his clothes and strangled his head, and strangled the bleeding medicine at an angle.
Seeing how brave he was, Ma Xi was stunned for a moment. He was about to let his soldiers use hooks and sickles to hook the young slave-building general off his horse and capture him.
At this time, Bolo rushed over with the Mongols. Shang Jian was suddenly surrounded in the middle.
At this time, Zhenglan Banner suffered heavy casualties under the first wave of projectile arrows, and was then divided and surrounded, falling into separate battles. And their numbers are at an absolute disadvantage.
After an hour of fierce fighting, out of six thousand people, less than two thousand were left. The Mongols suffered even greater losses. Because the cavalry cannot run, it is the result of the infantry spearmen.
Shang Jian yelled like crazy. When he saw his second brother leading five hundred people and his remaining cavalry of more than a hundred, he planned to rush towards Ma Xi.
Bohetuo grabbed his reins, shook his head, and said, "Brother, we are defeated. If we continue to fight, the whole army will be annihilated."
Shang Jian covered his head in pain. He glanced at the chaotic battlefield. He knew there was nothing he could do to save himself. He finally made up his mind.
"Follow me to break out and get out of here first." Shang Jian said.
Bolo also rushed to his side and whispered: "Brother, we have lost our food and grass. If we go back, we will be punished by military law and cannot go back. Uncle Eight keeps causing trouble for us about Amma. What should we do now? Where are we going? .”
Shang Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to Wula Street and seek refuge with Aunt Mangguji."
