boom!
boom!
Loud noises continued along the nearly three-mile long battle line above the Ming army's position.
Four rows of nearly a thousand staggered Tiger Crouching Cannons and Folan Cannons sprayed death fire.
After the battle with Chahar a few days ago, the cooperation between the various arms became even more tacit, and they retreated immediately after the fight, without any delay.
From front to back, there are six layers of defense and attack: Folang machine cannon, tiger crouching cannon, firecrackers, chariots and spears, bows and arrows, and general cannons.
The Tumut cavalry who had just started charging were blindsided before the muskets could even take action.
The cavalry in the front row was hit and fell off their horses. The horses were injured and fell to the ground. They were trampled by the cavalry behind them who could not avoid them.
But the twenty general cannons opened fire, and the seven-pound stone bullets landed across a distance of two miles and bounced with astonishing power. If they hit, they would die, and if they touched, they would be injured.
There was chaos for a while, and Bu Shitu Khan hurriedly ordered the withdrawal of troops, but the Ming army pursued them with firearms.
When the Tumote cavalry returned, the artillery attacked, and the Ming army followed the Tumute. The two sides were in a stalemate for more than an hour before they separated. The Tumote casualties were at least over 10,000.
The tribal leaders gathered together to discuss countermeasures.
"As you can see, the Ming army has at least a thousand artillery pieces to attack and several artillery pieces with a longer range. It's unclear whether there are any other means of support!"
"Chahar may have simply failed to withstand the attack of this firearm and retreated directly!"
"Stop talking so much about useless things. What should we do now? Should we continue to fight or retreat!"
"How to fight? Use the lives of our warriors to resist? Should we use your Maoming An tribe, or the Bahrain tribe, or the Doluo Tuman tribe..."
"If it is useful, wouldn't Chahar Lindan Khan use it? Do we still need to evacuate?"
"This won't work, and that won't work either. Then you guys come up with a solution. If we delay for a while, the Ming army will press forward."
"Report...The Ming army is approaching again!"
The scout's voice made the tribal leaders' expressions freeze, and they glared hard at the person who had just spoken.
My mouth is literally open, and it comes as soon as I say it.
"Khan, you decide, now..."
"Report..."
Another emergency call came, and as soon as the sound fell, a scout covered in blood jumped off his horse.
"Great Khan, there are Ming cavalry in the west, at least tens of thousands of them, all carrying firecrackers, and they have approached fifty miles away.
The herdsmen we retreated to the west were all captured! "
"Report... from the southwest, tens of thousands of infantrymen carrying chariots are approaching our army fifty miles away!"
"What?"
"How can this be?"
"How did the Ming Dynasty's cavalry appear from the west? Where did they go around?"
Everyone stood up in shock, which was even more shocking than hearing the Ming army approaching.
After they were defeated by Chahar, they retreated to Daqingshan and used Daqingshan to defend them. If Chahar attacked, they could retreat to Daqingshan and use the terrain to protect them.
Or retreat westward along the Daqingshan Mountains, and then rush out through the gap in the Yinshan Mountains.
As for the other side of Daqingshan, there is the Khalkha tribe, which is much stronger than them and has already surrendered to the Jiannu. If they turn over, they will be annexed.
But now that the road to the west is blocked, there is no advantage in retreating into Daqing Mountain and refusing to defend. The Ming army has a large number of firearms and can surround them. They will be defeated without fighting for a few months.
"Either we can cross the Qiantao Plain, go straight to Dongsheng City, and join forces with Chahar, who may retreat there, or we can cross the Yellow River and join forces with the Ordos tribe. But we won't be able to bring our herdsmen and baggage with us. Sad.”
"Stupid, if Chahar is in Dongsheng City, where did the Ming Dynasty's cavalry and southwest infantry at the west end of Daqing Mountain come from? Wouldn't they be intercepted by Chahar?"
"Do you think these tens of thousands of cavalry are the cavalry chasing Chahar? Chahar was forced into the Yinshan Mountains by them, and they turned around to attack us?"
"this……"
Everyone was frightened again. If the speculation came true, they, Tumote, would definitely not be able to stop him.
Moreover, they could not cross the plains diagonally because the Yellow River was eventually blocked by the Ming army, so they had no choice but to commit suicide by jumping into the river.
"Great Khan, there is no way to retreat now, so first send someone to see the envoy of the Ming Dynasty, negotiate terms, and buy us some time to think about some countermeasures!"
All the tribal leaders agreed with this proposal, but everyone pushed it back and forth.
In the end, Bu Shitu Khan's son Omuhai was unanimously elected as the envoy. Although Bu Shitu Khan was unwilling in every possible way, he could only order Omuhai to go.
After Omuhai arrived at the Ming army, Chongzhen sneered after hearing Omuhai's intention: "It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
"Emperor Ming, we are not begging for mercy, we are asking for peace and terms!"
"Are you worthy of peace talks?"
Hearing Chongzhen's disdain, Omuhai's face turned red, but he did not dare to refute.
The Emperor of Ming Dynasty did not play his cards according to common sense. It would be aggrieved if he was cut off for his rebuttal!
"Now that you're here, it saves me the trouble of sending more people!"
Chongzhen snorted coldly: "Come here, bring them up!"
Amid Omuhai's confusion, Lin Danhan was dragged over by two sergeants and thrown in front of Omuhai.
"Omoha, do you know this person?"
"Lin Dan Khan?"
Omuhai looked at the person lying on the ground, exuding the stench of dried blood, and exclaimed.
Then his face was filled with shock.
As if he heard someone calling him, the weak Lin Danhan opened his eyes, looked at the person squatting and looking at him, was startled, and grinned: "Omuhai, soon you will end up like Ben Khan. Ha ha……"
"No, you are not Lin Danhan. Who are you?"
Omuhai suddenly went crazy. He stepped forward and grabbed Lin Danhan's clothes, shaking him wildly, and said angrily: "Tell me, who are you?"
boom!
What responded to him was Zhou Yuji's kick, which knocked him two or three meters away.
Seeing this, Chongzhen waved his hand, and Zhou Yuji led two sergeants to drag Omuhai out.
A quarter of an hour later, Ohmuhai walked towards the Tumut camp, with a four-wheeled carriage behind him.
"This is impossible...how is this possible!"
"How can this be!"
"How did Ming Dynasty do it!"
"How come the 90,000-strong army was completely wiped out?"
…
Omuhai seemed like an unconscious corpse at this moment. He was still walking back with his horse, muttering to himself and his eyes dull.
Even though he was rushing unconsciously, more than half an hour later, Omuhai returned to the Tumut Department.
Looking at Omuhai who seemed to have lost his soul, Bu Shitu Khan called out several times, but there was no response.
"Khan, come and see!"
Suddenly a exclamation called Bu Shitu Khan and others over.
After taking a breath, everyone looked at the dozen or so bodies on the ground with a look of fear on their faces.
Some people were so shocked that they sat on the ground.
Although the corpses were covered with green spots and were somewhat swollen, they could still be clearly identified as the leaders of the Chahar tribe.
Bu Shi Tuhan's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "Someone, pour a bucket of cold water on him to wake him up!"
