When approaching the sixty-mile radius of the Saihan Mountain camp, Chen Kan luxuriously let all the Ming army soldiers rest for two hours.
The soldiers fed the horses without saying a word, and then fell asleep after feeding the horses.
The same goes for Chen Kan. Now he is no longer afraid of the big mosquitoes on the grassland.
Even if he was bitten, it would only be two big bites. Compared to the tragedy of seeing many familiar brothers die tragically soon, two big bites from mosquitoes would be nothing.
In the grass, bursts of snoring sounded.
A group of war horses not far away were eating hay, and they seemed to know that a fierce battle would be waiting for them next.
The sky was very blue. Chen Kan fell to the ground and looked at the azure sky so close that he could reach it with his hand. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to grab a ray of blue from the sky.
Unfortunately, he failed.
He had closed his eyes before his fingertips even came close to the sky.
Chen Kan always slept quietly, but this time he was too tired, so it was not surprising when inaudible snoring sounded from his mouth and nose.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, the sun set, and the grassland turned golden without knowing it.
Chen Kan remembered that the grassland was clearly green when he came.
He didn't understand why the grassland turned yellow in just the blink of an eye.
Chen Kan asked Cheng Feng, but Cheng Feng couldn't explain why.
He asked Fang Xu again, and Fang Xu gave him the answer: Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!
"Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Chen Kan murmured something, and suddenly realized that it had been more than three months since he came to the grassland.
"Yes, Mid-Autumn Festival."
Fang Xu sighed with emotion, as if he didn't expect time to fly by so fast.
Pouring a handful of water from the kettle and applying it on his face, Chen Kan became more alert and then said calmly: "Let's go!"
No one responded, but everyone climbed onto the horse in tacit agreement.
The distance of sixty miles, converted into kilometers, is less than thirty miles. At the speed of the galloping horses, it can be reached in an hour.
Chen Kan rode on his beloved big green horse. The big green horse swayed slowly forward for a distance at first.
Then inadvertently, he quietly accelerated his speed.
Walking turned into jogging, jogging turned into trotting, and trotting turned into running.
When there were only ten miles left from the Saihan Mountain camp, the galloping speed of the war horses happened to reach its peak.
At this time, Cheng Feng also returned to the team. There was no point in clearing out the scouts at a distance of ten miles, because the Tatar army had already discovered the traces of these two thousand fine cavalry.
The Tatar army stationed in Saihan Mountain had already learned that two thousand Ming army elite cavalry had penetrated into the grassland.
But they didn't pay much attention to it.
In their view, if two thousand people dare to go deep into the grassland, they are seeking death. Without them taking action, any army on the grassland can ravage this army.
But they never expected that this Ming army could break through the blockades on the grassland and reach Saihan Mountain.
So the moment he saw the charging Ming army, the general of Saihan Mountain thought he was being blinded.
He couldn't help but rubbed his eyes vigorously, but instead of disappearing, the Ming army was getting closer and closer to the camp.
Mongolian: "It's not an illusion!"
The general murmured something to himself, and then a surprised smile appeared on his face.
What is this called, people sit at home and their achievements come to heaven?
No matter how this Ming army broke through the layers of blockades on the grassland, since they arrived at Saihan Mountain.
That means their footsteps will stop here.
Mongolian: "Come here, give me the order to capture the Ming army chief alive, and others will be killed without mercy."
The general's order quickly spread throughout the army, and all Tatar soldiers felt that this task was easy.
After all, the number of the Ming army is too small. If only such a small number of people dare to rush into the formation, is this not seeking death?
After receiving the order from the general, a Tatar captain quickly gathered 3,000 men and planned to go out to fight, regardless of the unfinished leg of lamb.
Unfortunately, he was a step late, and his soldiers had not yet been summoned.
Another captain of ten thousand men hurriedly led two thousand men and horses out of the camp.
Looking at the colleague who had taken the credit for his first battle, he couldn't help but lower his feet and pat his chest.
If I had known better, I wouldn’t have been greedy for the delicious roast leg of lamb.
Mongolian: "Damn it, this guy Agula actually took the lead."
The look of regret on the face of this captain almost overflowed. He was just a little bit late, just a little bit, and the merit he had achieved was just gone.
Really, so angry.
The distance between the Ming army and the Ming army was getting closer and closer. Since this was the headquarters of the rear camp, there were no traps such as gates and horse traps around the camp.
Of course, the effect of these things is not obvious on the grassland. After all, the grassland is too big, and most of the types of war are field battles.
No one knows when the enemy and we will meet on the grassland, so naturally they will not set up a camp as meticulously as the Ming army in the Central Plains.
The captain who went out to fight was very confident in himself. In the field battle on the grassland, he would not lose to anyone else, not to mention that the grassland is the grassland of their grassland people.
If he could still lose to Akito in a field battle on the grassland, then he would no longer need to be a captain of ten thousand men.
Two thousand men fought against two thousand men, not because he only had two thousand men, but because he felt that this Ming army was only worthy of him sending out two thousand men to fight.
"Dong dong dong~"
The heavy sound of horse hoofbeats was getting closer and closer, and the face of the captain headed by the Tatars already showed a bloodthirsty light.
He seemed to have seen meritorious deeds waving to him.
Stationed in a hellish place like Saihan Mountain, they face a group of Mongolian traitors every day. Even if they want to fight against the autumn wind, those poor ghosts have nothing to rob.
As for wealthy Akito, it has been rare to see them for decades.
Now he finally met a Ming army team, which was simply the softest persimmon among soft persimmons. If he didn't leave them all on the grassland, he would rather not call him Agula.
When he rushed one mile out of the camp, Agula ordered his soldiers to stop.
At this moment, the Ming army's charge was complete, and his horse had no chance to speed up.
So he chose to stay where he was and wait.
Mongolian: "My sons, pick up your bows and arrows and leave these two-legged sheep outside the camp."
Agula was very arrogant. He had absolute confidence in the soldiers under his command. He was sure that these Ming soldiers could not even touch the edge of the camp and would be shot dead on the spot by his men.
It's getting closer, the Ming army is getting closer.
Agula could even see the face of the general who led the Ming army.
A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and the Tatar soldiers behind him quickly drew their bows and arrows, and began to harvest as soon as Mingjun stepped into shooting range.
Similarly, Agula can see the Ming army, and the Ming army can naturally see Agula clearly.
Chen Kan's face was a little confused. Could it be that their news hadn't reached Saihan Mountain Camp yet?
Otherwise, the Tatar general of the Josehan Mountain Camp sent so many people to fight. Is this because he looks down on him, or does he look down on the musket in his hand?
Looking at the two thousand people blocked in front, Cheng Feng and Fang Xu looked a little strange. It seems now that the Saihan Mountain Camp probably didn't know that the weapons in their hands had been changed from knives to muskets, otherwise they would never have sent out only Such a small number of people come to die.
Not to mention that their formation was so dense that it was a living target tailor-made for them.
If that's the case, then there's no need for them to be polite.
"Brothers, change formation!"
Cheng Feng, who was at the front of the horse, shouted loudly, and the wind whined loudly, seeming to be wailing for the coming massacre.
Upon hearing Cheng Feng's order, the Ming army soldiers behind them quickly dispersed and formed a long snake formation to outflank the stationed Tatar army.
When Agu La saw the Ming army changing formations, his expression was instantly overjoyed. Now he didn't want to worry about how this group of Ming troops, who didn't even know the basic formation of a cavalry charge, broke through the layers of blockades and came to Saihan Mountain.
All he knew was that his merits were secure!
Mongolian: "My sons, draw your bows and nock your arrows!"
When Agula gave the order, Cheng Feng also gave the order.
"Brothers, prepare to shoot!"
The farthest range of a bow and arrow is about a hundred paces. After all, there are only a few people like Lu Bu who can shoot a halberd from a camp gate of 150 paces and still hit it.
But the range of muskets is three times that of bows and arrows.
Agula was still dreaming of the dream that the Ming army would start harvesting as soon as they entered the shooting range.
But the next second, there was a crackling sound like fried beans in the Ming army's camp.
"Bang bang bang~"
Agula's smile froze on his face. He lowered his head and glanced at his chest in disbelief. Several small holes were bleeding out.
Mongolian: "How...possible?"
Until the time of his death, he did not want to believe that the Ming army could kill him from such a long distance.
But there was no other way. Who asked him to stand at the front? In such a conspicuous position, the Ming army must of course focus on taking care of her.
And the consequence of focusing on taking care of him is to directly beat him into a sieve.
After a round of volleys, only a group of frightened horses were left in front of the Tatar camp.
The sudden change shocked the Tatar general who had been observing the battlefield and was speechless. The captain of ten thousand who complained that Agula had robbed him of the opportunity to fight in the first battle suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
Mongolian: "How is it possible? What magic method did the Ming army use?"
In the camp, the Tatar soldiers who were originally joking and waiting for a good show were frightened by the sudden gunshots and turned pale. Their faces were full of shock, as if they had seen an evil ghost.
They really couldn't believe it. Those were two thousand robes, and they were gone after just one meeting?
Or could it be that the entire army was wiped out without even having a face-to-face fight with the Ming army?
How is this going?
They clearly didn't see the Ming army shoot their bows and arrows, so why did they die?
Is it a firecracker?
Many Tatar soldiers remembered a weapon unique to the Ming army, and they had suffered heavy losses with that weapon.
But the range of the fire gun is not that far, and a fire gun requires the cooperation of three Ming soldiers, one holding the gun, one loading the ammunition, and one responsible for ignition.
what on earth is it?
