The morale of the Tartars is not high.
I was tortured in the middle of the night, and I'm so confused that I haven't even eaten yet.
At this time, they were cold and hungry and were forced to rush into battle. Only when morale is high can there be trouble.
Hou Jin also urgently got some rice balls and dried meat, so he could eat some.
But the herdsmen of various tribes were in misery. They really went to the battlefield hungry.
Hundreds of Tartar bannermen were scattered among the seven or eight thousand grassland herdsmen to supervise the battle, swarming forward like a swarm of swarms.
Aya is an ordinary herdsman from the Naiman tribe. He was summoned by his Taiji ignorantly, saying that he was following the Khan to rob the Han people.
He has seen Han people. Every year, Han people come to the tribe in convoys to do business.
The things of the Han people are really good. The iron pots that every herdsman family longs for, the cloths of various colors that the tribal girls like best, the jewelry that Surina is obsessed with, and the things that only the tribal leaders are qualified to enjoy, they stand by the side. This is a wine that makes your pores feel soothed after just one sip.
Their products are really good, but their hearts are crueler than the most cunning wolf on the grassland.
A hairpin will cost you a sheep!
When he first bought the hairpin for Su Rina, it really made him feel distressed for a long time.
When he followed the Taiji nobles to send troops, Aya came with red eyes.
He wants to rob Han people, rob iron pots, rob jewelry, rob cloth, and rob women! No matter what it was, he wanted to grab it.
The herdsmen were so poor that they wanted to dig out the soil and take it away.
The result was that he was greatly disappointed. The Han people did not grab it, but they were dragged to the edge of the river to fight with the Han army!
Looking at the armored Great Wall opposite, which was blooming with dazzling light in the sun, Aya's calves were cramping.
Master Taiji of their tribe also has an iron armor that is said to be passed down from his ancestors.
The wolf-fang arrows can't hurt at all, and when you use a knife to cut them, they can only make a sound and sparks, which is really enviable.
But now on the opposite side, the densely packed Ming army was all wearing iron armor.
This is impossible to fight.
Aya subconsciously wanted to run away, but before she could turn the horse's head, she heard the screams of her companion Ah Rixi coming from behind.
Turning his head to look over, he saw Ah Rixi, who had already turned his horse and ran backwards, but was cut off from his horse by a Hou Jin Supervisor.
The supervisor was short, fat and muscular, with a sinewy face. A pair of yellowed triangular eyes glanced over, making Aya's heart twitch.
He subconsciously wanted to find Taiji, why could he kill our people casually.
But when his eyes met Tai Ji, his heart felt filled with despair.
Master Taiji was surrounded by several white-armored soldiers from the Hou Jin Dynasty, and their knives were almost on Master Taiji's neck.
Originally, from Huang Taiji's point of view, he would not do such a thing of killing the goose to lay the eggs.
But now that we have reached a critical moment of life and death, of course we have to throw away the cowardly attitude of the past and force the cannon fodder to fill our lives.
Anyway, as long as you can win, everything is easy to say.
The shrill horn horn sounded again, and the tribal cavalry began to speed up.
It wouldn't work if they didn't speed up. The big golden flag men supervising the battle behind them had already brandished their weapons and started killing people. There were only dead people behind them.
Aya was just surrounded by the people around him, and he kept increasing his speed and crashed straight into the Great Steel Wall on the opposite side.
Thunder-like cannons sounded, and hot shells flew over, crashing into the crowd and immediately pulling out a bloody gourd.
As they continued to charge forward, dense firecrackers sounded, and the tribal cannon fodder fell to the ground in rows.
Aya, who was controlling his horse in a panic to avoid the people and horses on the ground, suddenly felt that his eyes were empty, and all the people who had been blocking him were now gone.
A hundred or so steps ahead was the forest-like spear formation slanting out from the Ming Army's Great Steel Wall.
The instinct of survival made Aya subconsciously want to rein in his horse, but the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded again from the opposite side. He felt that his body was suddenly hit by a heavy hammer and fell off the horse.
This was the last thought in Aya's mind before the huge horse's hoof behind her stepped on her face.
'Surina, I can't go back~~~'
The turbulent cavalry slammed into the Shenshu Camp's gun array.
In an instant, countless people were killed and injured.
Looking from Li Yunze's side, it looked like raging waves crashing on the embankment.
He lowered his eyelids, picked up the wine bottle, and poured wine into the wine glass in front of him.
"There's a lot of gold and silver over there in Fuso, and it's also rich in rice. We have to find a way to get them to call us daddy."
At this point in the battle, there is not much that Li Yunze can do. Sitting here and being the Dinghai Shenzhen that stabilizes the morale of the army is his biggest role at this time.
Not far from him, more than ten artillery pieces that were urgently transported had their elevation angle adjusted to the maximum and were desperately pouring firepower into the distance.
Thousands of fire gun soldiers from the Shenji Battalion in front stood on benches and wooden boxes and fired at the Tartar army with classic three-stage shooting.
Three-stage shooting is not an imported product. As early as the Hongwu period, Mu Guogong Mu Ying used this shooting method that can maximize the advantage of firepower.
The Ming Army's new fire blunderbuss uses seamless steel pipes that Li Yunze bought from the modern world, which is far superior to the primitive fire blunderbuss wrapped in layers of iron sheets.
The most obvious advantage is that it can withstand continuous shooting.
Under rounds of intensive shooting, the eyes were filled with smoke.
The morning breeze blew, and there was a pungent smell everywhere.
Li Yunze, holding the wine glass, sat quietly, silently watching the tragic battlefield in front of him.
Layer after layer of Tartars hit the Great Steel Wall, like waves breaking on the coast.
Clausewitz's theory of war said that a morning's strategic decisive battle can determine the fate of a country.
The main forces of both sides fight, and the winner will get everything.
Both the Tartars and the Ming army were fighting desperately for victory at this time.
The corpses piled up like mountains at the intersection of the battle lines. The Tartars behind could not get past them, so they simply dismounted and turned over to kill them.
Abatai, who was forced to the front line, roared and jumped into the Ming army array with a group of bagaras holding a sharp ax.
The giant ax in his hand slashed wildly, knocking down several Ming army soldiers one after another.
The Ming soldiers in the first few rows were all armed with long spears, and were unable to cope with close combat.
A burst of gunfire passed, and Bagala, who had followed Abatai over the mountain, fell down in a row. The rest seized the opportunity to rush in and help their master open the gap.
This elite force successfully disrupted the nearby battle lines.
Behind the Ming army's array, the sound of drums and the roar of generals sounded.
The spear warriors in the front row quickly retreated, while more warriors holding shields in one hand and pumpkins or hammers in the other stepped forward to fill the gap.
Both sides were wearing heavy armor, and ordinary swords, guns, bows and arrows could do nothing. Only those with sharp axes and heavy hammers could cause damage.
An ax struck the neck of the Ming army in front of him, and the huge impact directly broke the Ming army's neck.
But after the Ming army fell, Abatai's eyes were still filled with dense iron cans.
"Why, why didn't the Ming army run away?"
Abatai, who was panting, felt incredible.
It is not that they have never rushed through the Ming army's military formation in the past, but when the casualties reached such a level, the Ming army should have run away long ago.
Why don't you run!
A hammer smashed down, and Abatai raised his ax to block it.
The force of the heavy impact made his hands numb and his mouth tore apart.
Before he could make the next move, another hammer swept over and hit his waistband.
This blow shattered his waist.
Under the severe pain, Abate's legs became weak involuntarily and he knelt on the ground.
The surrounding Bagaras frantically wanted to come to rescue their master, but it was already too late.
The hammer hit Abatai's head with a whistling sound.
Relying on the instinctive reaction developed in many years of battle, Abatai moved his body desperately, and the hammer fell on his shoulder.
This blow shattered his shoulder blade.
Abatai fell to the ground, raised his head desperately, and saw through the messy figure the large banner fluttering in the wind in the distance.
He understood that the reason why the Ming army did not run away was because their emperor was behind them!
A heavy hammer fell, hitting Abatai directly on the head, and his eyes fell into eternal darkness.
"Laoba!" Daishan, with a livid complexion, rode up on horseback. "We can't charge any more. Let's retreat."
The horrific losses at the front of the battle line really scared Daishan.
Even when we were on the bank of the Hun River, the losses were not so tragic.
"Evacuate? Where can we evacuate?" Huang Taiji, whose eyes were bloodshot, smiled coldly, "Where can we evacuate at this time?"
"This..." Looking at Huang Taiji in front of him, Daishan was even a little afraid, "We can go back to Shenyang City first, repair it before ambush the Ming army..."
"Second brother." Huang Taiji, who was looking at the fighting battlefield ahead, was silent for a moment before calmly responding, "We can't go back. All the troops and horses have been invested. If we withdraw now, the entire army will collapse. By then, the Ming army's cavalry will collapse." After chasing them all the way, how many people can return to Shenyang City alive?"
Daishan sighed, "Old man, I know what you're thinking. But today's Ming army is really too hard to chew on. I can't take it anymore."
Huang Taiji sneered, "Why don't you chew if you can't chew? Then why fight? Wouldn't it be better if the whole army ran away together and went back to the White Mountains and Black Waters to fish and hunt."
"Second brother." Huang Taiji said sincerely, "I know you have good intentions, but we have no choice. If we don't fight here today, we will have to fight elsewhere in the future. By then, it will not be like this now. The main force of the Ming army will be isolated in It’s a great opportunity on the other side. By then, we won’t even be able to see the Emperor of Ming’s great banner!”
"We have to fight morning and night. Even if we want to hold on to Shenyang City, we will have no food and grass. Either run away and become savages, or leave the warriors here and decide the outcome in one battle!"
He looked at the large banner in the distance with a somewhat fanatical expression, "We don't need to completely defeat the Ming army. As long as we can capture that large banner and capture the Ming Emperor, we will win. Second brother, you believe me~~ ~"
Looking at Huang Taiji who had fallen into madness, Daishan felt a palpitation in his heart.
Lao Ba is possessed. He only wants to capture the Ming Emperor, but he is not a rock. He can run away when he cannot be defeated.
Shaking his head helplessly, Daishan rode back to find his son Yue Tuo, "There is nothing you can do, just charge. Don't rush too hard, be careful not to throw away all the warriors."
The soldiers and horses with red flags and red flags began to move forward and filled into the terrifying meat grinder.
The battlefield, which was already as fierce as burning oil, became even more intense.
Both sides have no way out, so they can only fight to the death.
Li Yunze, who was on the viewing platform, narrowed his eyes.
"Soldiers with two red flags, do you not want to fight?"
