The Yongxiebu tribe is like an oval inlaid on the grassland. The Ming army attacked fiercely from both wings and cut down the tribe in a short time, almost cutting the tribe's tent in half.
Yibu La picked up his sword and mounted his horse to fight in person. With the leader standing guard, thousands of soldiers from the tribe overcame their inner fear, picked up their machetes and slashed at the Ming army.
As the time approached noon, a heat wave began to hit the grassland, and the burning flames also formed a heat wave, as if even the earth became scorched.
After receiving the order, Ma Rong withdrew from the front and once again outflanked the enemy.
Looking down from a high place, the battlefield at this time is like an open arena, where soldiers decide each other's life and death in iron and blood.
"Chief!" A Mongolian soldier's face was dissatisfied with black dust and sweat. He knelt down in front of Yibula and shouted, "Chief! The Ming army is powerful. Please lead the leader of the tribe to retreat! Find another piece of Batulu. Water Grassland, take revenge for us ten years from now!”
The shouts on the battlefield were loud, and human life seemed to be the cheapest thing at this time. Warriors from the tribe kept falling to the ground.
They are all very courageous, but firstly, this Ming army has been tempered several times and is not bad at all. Secondly, the war came suddenly. It is the grazing season, and they have just survived the winter. Not only the cattle and sheep are thin, People are also thin.
So the situation is very urgent!
"It must be that Ming Dynasty cavalry!"
There was a flash of hatred in Yibula's eyes, "The Han people specially formed this army to drive us out of the grassland! Tushan, don't say more, I am the leader of Yongshebu, a born Mongolian warrior , I have never escaped in Zongheng Grassland in my life! Mount your horse!"
The old leader mounted his horse, hoping to boost morale.
On the side of the Ming army,
As Ma Rong and Sun Xilie divided their forces at the same time and attacked the enemy from the flanks,
The Yongxiebu tribe suffered an impact and had to shrink its waist again. If this continues, if they don't evacuate in time, the entire tribe will be surrounded!
The battle went smoothly, but Zhou Shangwen had already withdrawn from the front line of the charge because the troops around him charged too hard.
He turned back and observed the current situation at a high ground. Ma Yihuai, Ma Rong, Sun Xilie and the troops he originally led were squeezing the tribe from four directions.
"You stubborn Lao Hutu, why aren't you leaving at this time?" Zhou Shangwen frowned.
Next to him, General Xu Zhenan from the rear came to his side on horseback, "General! The last general requests to go to war!"
Zhou Shangwen didn't look at him, but kept looking down, "The battle is going well, don't move."
Xu Zhenan was itching unbearably, "General, we have been marching for more than a month before we met anyone. We don't know when the next time will be! Now is the time to be advantageous. I will guarantee that I will rush in and get it without any harm." !”
Zhou Shangwen still shook his head, "Protect the Good Luck Food Team!"
Although it seems that Yongxiebu can't hold on anymore, we can't be too 'arrogant and selfless' on the battlefield. Without the protection of the food transport team, if someone suddenly rushes out, they will starve to death on the grassland. .
So Xu Zhenan had no choice but to watch it here.
In the battle formation,
The hundreds of people led by Ma Sheng were like a sharp knife piercing the Tatar defense line.
He met two Mongolian warriors in succession, both of them fierce and powerful. After the battle, they had several external injuries on their bodies.
Seeing that our own momentum is slightly weaker,
Ma Sheng suddenly remembered what his brother said to him last night and shouted: "Brothers! The Tatars have beaten us many times. Now that we have met a good emperor, we have a chance to fight back, so we must use this tone to Go out today! Follow me!
"
After all, Ma Sheng is also Ma Yihuai's eldest son, and his status is not low. With him taking the lead, others will follow suit.
At this time, there was a Tatar man who didn't know what he said, and then he yelled and slashed at him.
Ma Sheng's face under the armor had several blood marks on it, but he was not afraid at all.
"Come!"
The Tatar man's scimitar was sharp and shiny, and it seemed to be carrying wind when he swung it past his eyes.
Ma Sheng knew that his strength was less than 30%, so he chose to lie down on the horse to hide. Then he got up, reined in the horse, turned the horse's head, accelerated and charged again.
Looking closely, he saw that the Tatar man was extremely skilled in equestrian skills. In such a short time, he had already controlled the horse to approach him, and the scimitar came in an instant.
There was no way he could hold a gun in front of him,
clang!
It was so powerful that his hands barely had the strength to push it away.
After two rounds, the two men once again controlled their horses and faced each other.
"Grandma's! I won't kill unknown people! What's your name?!"
Ma Shengxin said that even if he had not fought hard before, it would not be easy to win against this man. He is very strong, slashes and charges fiercely. If he encounters a general like him, he will be in trouble.
The Tatar man wore half a shirt, exposing the copper-colored flesh on his chest. He had a big beard, single eyelids and small eyes. He was very rough. Even his voice had very thick lines, "I am Gabia! You, surrender!" "
"Fuck you!" Ma Sheng became angry again, the spear spun in his hand, continue!
But at this moment,
The Yongxiebu tribe suddenly experienced chaos.
Not long after, a voice came, "We won! We surrounded them!"
The man named Gabia was also affected and kept looking back.
Then he said something to the people next to him, and then quickly ran towards the center.
Ma Sheng looked confused, "What kind of bird language are you talking about?"
The soldier beside him who understood Mongolian reminded him, "He said to go back quickly to protect the leader!"
"They still have a stupid leader, and now the leader is our Commander Zhou!"
What he is thinking about now is the Tatar. When there is a chance later, he will have to compete again.
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Yibu La couldn't control the situation on the battlefield. There were Ming troops from all directions, and they were the elite cavalry that he was afraid of. His tribe had been divided and surrounded by these Ming troops.
The fire is still burning,
Hope is gone.
The shouting died down,
Zhou Shangwen rode his horse to the front of the battle, and the generals he led lined up around him. They were all murderous young generals!
"Put down your weapons and don't stab me. I promise I won't massacre your people."
The old man was in a state of embarrassment after fighting, his white beard was still a little singed, and his face was still scratched by arrows, revealing red scars.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, this is what you Han people say. What if I put down my weapon and you continue to slaughter?"
At this time, Ma Rong approached Zhou Shangwen and whispered, "The little prince's second son has not been found."
Zhou Shangwen understood the idea and then asked: "Yi Bu La, I heard that the young prince Dayan Khan sent Jinong to 30,000 households on your right wing. Where is this Jinong?"
Nor is it shocking,
The fact that the Ming army grasped the information to this extent shows that today's military action was not a temporary move. The Ming Dynasty was probably preparing for a sustained war against the grasslands.
"What are you doing with Jinong?"
"I am a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, and he is the son of Dayan Khan. What else can I do to find him?!"
Countless thoughts flashed through Yi Bu La's mind.
Urus Borot is a Jinong. If Dayan Khan really wants to be the co-owner of the grassland, then his son should attack this Ming army to save him. Otherwise, what kind of co-owner are you?
Zhou Shangwen saw that he couldn't say anything for the time being, and the battlefield was not a place for chatting, so he had better resolve this matter first.
"Surrender or continue fighting?"
The outcome has been decided, and there is no need to say more about the outcome.
Bang bang bang, the weapons were thrown all over the floor, and many people in the tribe knelt down under the scolding of the Ming army.
But when Zhou Shangwen passed by Yi Busha, he told him, "Don't ask him to kneel down, be kind to the good old man."
Then he led Ma Yihuai, Ma Rong, Sun Xilie, Xu Zhenan and other generals into the main camp tent.
There is an animal skin throne opposite the door of the tent, and there are totems and swords symbolizing strength hanging on the side.
Zhou Shangwen looked around and said, "Go up and sit down, it should be fine, right?"
After saying that, he was no longer polite, stepped up the steps and sat down.
"Ma Yihuai, Sun Xilie."
"The general is here!"
"You two gather your troops, treat the wounded, and deal with the aftermath."
"yes!"
It won't be long,
Yibula was taken into custody recently.
Because he was pushed, the old man staggered. After he stood firm, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Shangwen, "Who are you?"
"Me? Don't you know me?"
"It wasn't you before."
Only the people in the account will understand. Xu Zhenan answered for him, "This is General Zhou Shangwen, who was personally appointed by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, controlled the cavalry and served as the general of the Datong Army! The person you are talking about is named Yang, and he is no longer here!"
week There will be no more peaceful days! Either surrender or flee to the far north and west!"
Yibula has heard something about it. Last year, Huo Si was defeated in Huamachi, and it was also because of the new emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
Anyway, the child-like emperor already has some reputation on the grassland. Even if he doesn't know anything, the strength of the Ming Dynasty's border troops that has gradually increased in recent years can explain everything.
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"Tatars are not that easy to defeat!"
Zhou Shangwen was a little arrogant, "Isn't it not too difficult?"
"I am just one ten thousand household. There are other ten thousand households on the grassland, as well as Dayan Khan. You have to tell your emperor that if you insist on launching a war, it will be a disaster for your Ming Dynasty! I advise General Zhou to retreat as soon as possible! "
Zhou Shangwen's expression changed and he said in a deep voice: "In the eighth year of Hongzhi, the Tatars invaded Yansui and Ningxia, wounding hundreds of our soldiers and taking away more than 300 herds of horses; in the tenth year of Hongzhi, the soldiers invaded Gan and Liang; ten In the third year, they invaded Datong; in the fourteenth year, they plundered Guyuan along Huamachi; in the seventeenth year, they invaded the Xuanfu of the invaders in large numbers and formed a joint camp of more than 20 miles. Our army killed 2,165 people and injured 1,156 people. , more than 6,500 horses were lost, men, women, livestock, and equipment were taken away countless times! In the eighteenth year, they entered the flower horse pond again, "
Zhou Shangwen asked angrily, "Is it a disaster to start a war?! Isn't it a disaster to let you invade the border like this?! Now that I'm in front of your account, you want to talk to me about withdrawing the troops? It's too late!"
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