"boom--!"
When the sound of a cannon was heard, Mu Zhuoer's eyes suddenly froze, and then turned into shock.
Impossible, the Ming army couldn't be so fast... Mu Zhuoer found it hard to accept.
"boom--!"
Another cannon shot brought her back to reality.
It may not be possible, and it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that the Ming army is coming.
The Ming army's artillery did not cause damage to the Tatars because the distance was not enough.
However, this sound of cannon can shake the Tatar military morale.
In fact, Li Qing's vanguard troops brought such a cannon in order to rush to the battlefield as quickly as possible.
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"I thought I heard a cannon go off just now." Ashe Tiemur murmured, "Chief Tuhuan, did you hear it?"
"I... seemed to have heard it too." Tuo Huan was a little unsure.
After a while, the vague sound of artillery came again. It was almost inaudible in the fighting battlefield, but it was definitely there if you listened carefully.
Gradually, ecstasy filled my heart, and I regained my confidence. Although I didn’t know the details, one thing was certain, the Ming army was coming!
Ashe Tiemur was also full of joy. He and Tuohuan both prospered and suffered losses. Naturally, he did not want Wala to perish.
"Chief Tuohuan, the Ming army has arrived, hurry up and boost morale!" Ashe Tiemur urged.
"Oh, yes, yes." Tuohuan reacted and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Warriors of Oara, our reinforcements have arrived. The Ming Dynasty has come to help us eliminate the evil Tatars. Warriors, hold on, wave your weapons. Scimitar, cut off the head of the Tartar..."
"Warriors of Wala, our reinforcements have arrived..." Tuohuan's guards shouted in unison.
Even Ashe Tiemur joined the shouting team.
Boost morale as much as possible!
On the battlefield, morale plays an extremely important role. There are many factors that determine victory or defeat, but morale is undoubtedly the most important.
When the news reached the battlefield, the morale of the Oara army was greatly boosted, but the Tatar army was frightened.
Their fear of being dominated by the Ming army had not been eliminated. When they heard that the Ming army was coming, their morale suddenly dropped sharply, and the scimitars in their hands were not so powerful when they were swung.
Arutai didn't know whether the information was true or false, but he had a sudden heart attack and immediately rushed to the rear.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Sporadic gunfire sounded one after another, and Arutai's expression suddenly changed - the Ming army was really coming.
By the time he arrived at the rear, the Ming army had already attacked.
On the observation deck, Mu Zhuoer's face was sullen, almost dripping with water. When he saw Alutai approaching, he said directly: "The Ming army is coming, let's... withdraw."
Arutai's body trembled, veins popping out of his fists as big as sandbags, "Wang, we're only so close, do you really want to give up like this?"
Mu Zhuoer closed her eyes in pain, "Retreat."
"Yes." Arutai was helpless. He had invested too much this time and was unable to win Oala in one go. He was really losing blood.
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"The Tatars are about to withdraw." Li Qing noticed the situation keenly. At that moment, he didn't care about waiting for Zhu Zhanji's follow-up troops. He swung his spear and said, "Line up the sword array!"
How could Li Qing miss such a great opportunity to severely damage the Tatars.
Choros Boyantemur drew out the scimitar on his saddle and said in a loud voice: "Warriors of Oara, join the Ming army to kill the enemy."
He was only fourteen years old, but he was very strong, almost like a grown man.
"Wait a minute."
Li Qing quickly stopped him, "Just watch."
Tuohuan had already lost one of his sons, and Li Qing didn't want him to die again. It wasn't because of his conscience, but because the Ming Dynasty needed Wala as an ally to contain the Tatars on the grassland.
If two sons in a row died in his hands, Li Qing himself would not be able to bear it.
More importantly, Li Qing felt that this Choros Boyan Timur was honest and loyal, and would most likely be an easy-to-control person in the future.
Furthermore, there are only a few dozen people in total, so it has almost no impact if they don't go to the battlefield.
Li Qing said to the guard Wala: "You guys, protect the crown prince, do you understand?"
There were people among the guards who had learned Chinese, and they nodded heavily when they heard this.
Li Qing was relieved and waited quietly for half a quarter of an hour. When he saw that the formation was complete, he took a breath of energy and said, "Kill...!"
Nearly eight thousand elite cavalry entered the battlefield.
The Ming army was full of momentum, but the morale of the Tatar army dropped sharply, and their physical strength was greatly reduced after fighting for a long time, making it difficult to parry.
With the addition of three thousand elite battalions, the Tatars were thrown into chaos.
"puff……"
Li Qing stabbed a Tatar with a long spear, and immediately flew him away and threw him hard, hitting a large area. The fallen Tatar was quickly trampled into a pulp by the war horses.
"Puff..."
Li Qing took the lead, firing his spear like a dragon with terrifying lethality.
The vanguard general is so brave, which is a big boost to morale. The elite cavalry of the three thousand battalions are already brave, and their combat power is even more amazing after being inspired by this.
The momentum of eight thousand people is no less than that of twelve thousand.
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the other side.
When he noticed that the Tatars were retreating and their formation was in chaos, Tuo Huan was so happy that he almost jumped up.
At the same time, he also remembered Li Qing’s previous instructions - attack from both front and back!
The Ming army came to help him. If he didn't abide by the agreement, he would inevitably have to settle the score afterwards.
Furthermore, after being bullied by the Tatars for so long, he was holding back a fire in his heart. If he didn't take revenge now, then when would he?
Tuohuan raised his arms and shouted: "Warriors of Oara, the Tatar spirit has been exhausted. The time for revenge has come. Kill me...!"
The Wala army, which had been oppressed for a long time, finally had the time to feel proud and began to fight back with red eyes.
On the battlefield, the sound of fighting became more fierce.
"Retreat, retreat quickly," Mu Zhuoer shouted softly: "Don't be obsessed with fighting."
Arutai was also yelling anxiously, trying hard to gather the soldiers, which was effective, but not very effective.
Because Li Qing's 8,000 men had already confused the battlefield.
Half an hour later, the Tatar army finally gathered the remaining soldiers. Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhanji arrived at this time.
"The wild goose formation blocks the Tatars' retreat, and the artillerymen prepare their guns!" Zhu Zhanji did not order a charge, but blocked the Tatars' retreat route, setting up a posture and preparing to give the Tatars a head-on blow.
The wild goose formation has the widest radiation range, but it is also the best to break through.
Especially for cavalry, it is really not a wise move to encircle them in a wild goose formation.
However, everything must be based on reality. Today's Tatar army has no fighting spirit, let alone physical strength. It will take a lot of effort to break through the wild goose formation.
Even so, it is not easy to block the Tatars with a wild goose formation.
But it doesn't matter, behind the wild goose formation are the artillerymen of the Ming army, and their firepower covers a wide range.
"Boom boom boom..."
The artilleryman moved skillfully, filling the gun, loading the bomb, igniting the fuse, firing, clearing the barrel...all in one go.
"Bang bang bang..."
The Fire Gunman's three-stage shooting is very lethal.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The crossbowmen were not idle either.
A complete dimensionality reduction attack, with the blessing of hot weapons, no matter how brave the grassland hero is, as long as it is hit, he will not be able to escape the fate of drinking in the northwest.
"The shield soldiers come forward." Zhu Zhanji saw that the Tatars were breaking through regardless of death and that the wild goose formation was in danger, so he immediately changed the formation.
The block was blocked, but not completely blocked, but it greatly slowed down the Tatar's breakout speed, which also provided the artilleryman with time to perform.
After all, it is difficult for flesh and blood to carry firearms. This bombardment caused heavy losses to the Tatars.
Among them, many war horses were frightened and rushed around, causing many indirect casualties.
Mu Zhuoer's heart was bleeding. She lost this huge bet. She lost completely. She didn't even pay for her previous winnings, and she even got stuck.
At this moment, her self-confidence was shattered.
“@#%……”
The noise sounded again. Mu Zhuoer looked back and saw that Wala was coming to kill him.
There was a trace of bitterness in the corner of her mouth: If you come out to fool around, you will have to pay back sooner or later!
Mu Zhuoer took a deep breath and began to withdraw his troops regardless of casualties and costs.
After all, it was the cavalry. The Ming army wanted to annihilate them all, which was nothing more than a dream. In the end, the Tatars succeeded in breaking through, but the Tatars also paid a heavy price.
Just breaking out of the siege cost nearly 10,000 people.
Before leaving, she turned around and glanced at the battlefield. It was crowded with people, but she didn't see the people she wanted to see.
He sighed softly and left quickly.
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In this battle, the Tatars suffered unprecedented heavy losses. When they withdrew, they had less than 20,000 fighting men left.
A good hand of cards to beat the odds!
The damage to Wala was not small. After the battle, including the injured soldiers, the combat strength was only over 10,000.
The Ming army suffered the least casualties, but the gains were the greatest!
Tatar suffered such serious losses this time that it would not be able to recover even after ten or eight years of recuperation.
Wala is still no match for the Tatars and has to follow the Ming Dynasty.
The grassland was not unified, and its vitality was greatly weakened. After all, what Li Qing worried about did not happen.
