The Ming army was difficult, the Mongol army was even more difficult, and the cavalry was even more difficult to raise than the infantry.

The Central Plains war horses need to be fed corn forage, and the grassland war horses also need to eat grain, and occasionally eat grass for several hours a day, and they also need a lot of drinking water.

They are strong and clear, carrying herdsmen, driving a large number of cattle and sheep, and they need to gather in a certain pasture and river place.

When the tribe migrates, a large number of cattle and sheep gather into a pile, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, and the movement must be slow.

Facing the Ming cavalry behind them, the Jelimu League had to separate some herdsmen and drive some cattle and sheep to run in other directions, inducing the Ming army to chase in the wrong direction.

These days, the banners of the Jerimu League have suffered heavy losses, and there are words of suffering.

"I'm going back to them, fight with them!"

In the upper reaches of the Taoer River, there were herds of cattle and sheep herdsmen, and the central banner of the left wing of Horqin was shouting for a decisive battle with the Ming army.

Under the flickering of a few Zasaks, the first to play the strong wall is his tribe, seeing that the old and weak women and children and cattle and sheep in the clan along the way can not be saved, Manzhu Xili can no longer endure this kind of escape battle.

Concubine Zhuang's eldest brother Wu Keshan said: "Fourth brother, you stop, we are not the opponents of the Ming army, and a hard confrontation with them can only be sent to death!" ”

Manzhu Xili threw a whip on a herdsman who couldn't walk, and said angrily: "Then just wait for death? We're too slow, they're going to catch up sooner or later! ”

Knowing that they were not the opponents of the Ming army, many Zasak also wanted to force a battle, losing their cattle, sheep and herdsmen, and becoming nothing, it was better to try their luck.

The quarrel over there attracted the attention of Prince Badali of Tushetu, who shook his head and sighed: "This Ming army is too abnormal, it has chased us for more than a thousand miles and has not starved to death, and it has not returned to the division, what a big beam, chasing so far?" If this continues, my Jerim League will collapse without a fight......"

Seeing that he was about to run out of the range of the Jelimu League and Monan, Badali had no choice but to write a letter and send his cronies to the three Khalkha departments in Mobei to ask for refuge from Tushetu Khan Gunbu and Chechen Khan Shuolei. (Chechen Khan has nothing to do with the Chechen Republic)

On September 15, the Ming army, which had been newly advanced on the Gobi in the steppe for more than a month, finally found the Zhelimu League, which had retreated all the way north!

Yang Qili's Long Xiang was very cautious at night, and the sentry in the army rode to expand the search area as much as possible, and cooperated with Hai Dongqing to find the target.

Long Xiang did not accept the location, range of activities, and number of people who were harassed by the Mongolian rangers, and also checked the Mongolian light cavalry that was killed, checked the amount of meat floss, milk powder, and horse feed they carried, and judged the location of most of them and the place where the baggage gathered.

Among them, Uzhituo made a great contribution, and he knew very well the amount of food for the Mongols on the march, the amount of horse feed allocated during the rotation of more than one person, the traces of cattle and sheep walking, and the time of dung.

Based on these, the Ming army found the right direction and determined the movement of the Mongol coalition of the Jelimu League.

"After chasing thousands of miles, I finally found you!" Zhu Cihong put down the information in his hand, and it was difficult to be surprised in his heart.

Now that the goal is here, the next step is to hunt.

Hou Huo, the champion of the Han Dynasty, and Zhu Di, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, all traveled thousands of miles to find the enemy's lair, and had to force them to fight a decisive battle!

Nomads are the most itinerant and have a super mobile type, and in a way, their technology is on par with that of the rogues.

In particular, the Prince of Tushetu, Badali, is like a fortune teller, as soon as there is any wind and grass, he will roll up the cover and run first, faster than a rabbit.

In the original Battle of the Hunhe River, Badali was the first Mongolian prince to run away, and he didn't make the emperor so angry that he died on the spot and ascended to heaven.

This battle must be assaulted, shielded from the battlefield, tightly sealed the news, and catch them off guard!

After taking off the heavy armor, the cavalry that Long Xiang did not collect at night ran much more comfortably, and the Mongolian rangers who came to spy on the military situation had difficulty surviving and were constantly sniped, and it was difficult to see the Mongolian cavalry who dared to act as a demon recently.

The opportunity was rare, Zhu Cihong did not want to give the Mongols any chance, and as soon as the target was determined, he immediately convened a military meeting and urgently deployed combat missions.

The weather is getting cooler in October, a gust of wind blows, and the grasslands are full of coolness.

The sound of hunting with black black dragon flags, the Royal Forest Army and the Dragon Martial Army were assembled, and the men and horses stood separately, forming a large and small phalanx.

Zhu Cihong was dressed in armor and rode his horse, he passed by the phalanx in front of him, and shouted: "Our night has found the position of the enemy's main force!" They are like a pack of stray dogs, hiding from hunters everywhere! ”

"Today, we are the hunters who hunt them! Slash them as fast as you can and cut off their heads! ”

Zhu Cihong stationed in the horse and shouted: "All the armor is unloaded!" ”

"Remove your armor!"

At the sound of an order, the black sea of people was filled with iron armor, and all the sergeants took off their armor and the iron armor on their mounts.

Without the protection of the iron armor, some of the cavalry were very uncomfortable, insecure, and began to feel nervous.

After a while, the formation became quiet, until everyone had finished unarmouring, and there was no sound in the field except for the hunting flags and a few sneers of war horses.

Looking at the densely packed team and the restless faces of some cavalrymen, Zhu Cihong looked around with a serious expression and began to give a morale-boosting speech.

"Soldiers!"

"I know you're hard, it's hard! But our ancestors were harder and more bitter! They lived under the rule of Meng Yuan and were third-class Han Chinese! ”

"Our ancestors were not afraid of risks, were firm and unyielding, overthrew Meng Yuan, and cast a brilliant Ming!"

"Emperor Taizu's eight northern expeditions, a group of emperors five expeditions to Mobei, Xu Da, Li Wenzhong, Mu Ying, Lan Yu, they led thousands of soldiers of my Ming Dynasty, not afraid of wind and sand, overcoming thorns and thorns, many battles in Mobei, opening up territory for my Ming Dynasty, and raising the prestige of my Ming Army!"

"The land under your feet is the burial place of my Ming martyrs! They came and fought 200 years ago! ”

"We will continue to set foot on this land once again in the legacy of our ancestors! We can't lose the land that our ancestors bought with their blood because of cowardice! We also have to fight for future generations! ”

The black pressed the sea of people, and countless eyes moved with the movement of Zhu Cihong's war horse, everyone's eyes flashed with pride, and their souls seemed to have been sublimated at this moment.

Zhu Cihong rode his horse back to the front of the formation and shouted: "The ancestors are brave and loyal to the soul, and the original intention of my generation will not change!" ”

"Soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, take up the weapons in your hands and let the enemy feel your anger, your strength, and your invincibility!"

Xu Sheng raised the silver hammer high and shouted: "Long live!" ”

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

More than 20,000 Ming troops shouted feverishly in the direction of Zhu Cihong, and secretly raised their swords.

In the tsunami-like cheers, Zhu Cihong personally held the dragon flag in front of the formation, raised it high, and shouted: "Follow my dragon flag and sweep away all enemies in the world!" Kill! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The loud shouts of the officers and men of the whole army echoed over the grassland.

Zhu Cihong waved the dragon flag: "Let's go!" ”

The horses' hooves roared, the earthquake trembled, and the tens of thousands of cavalry of the Ming army were like a torrent, rushing into the grassland wilderness with grass and trees, and pounced on the main Mongolian force that was resting by the Taoer River.