Seeing each other with blades, this is what Qin Chuan doesn't want to see, and he doesn't want to fight with a few widows on the battlefield.

Moreover, fighting a war means death, and many of Namu Zhong's clansmen will die, and their relatives will be more hostile to Emperor Guan's army, and they will even hate him as the culprit, and it will inevitably be more difficult to manage in the future.

However, he didn't want Namu Zhong and her people to fall into Huang Taiji's arms, which would boost Huang Taiji's strength.

Therefore, many people are destined to die today.

When Namu Zhong turned around to leave, Qin Chuan sighed helplessly and said, "Namu Zhong, people will die in war, and many people will die, you have to think about it." ”

"The warriors of the savannah have never feared death." Namu Zhong didn't care about his name, and didn't look back.

"Okay."

Qin Chuan picked up the teacup, drank all the milk tea inside, then stood up and turned his head to walk back.

"Prepare for war."

"Yes."

The well-trained Guan Emperor's army soon set up a simple formation to meet the enemy, with musketeers and sword and shield bearers covering in the middle, and cavalry covering on both flanks, which was simple and practical.

After returning to the camp gate, Namu Zhong glanced back, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

She faintly regretted it.

She also has 2,700 warriors under her command, and if she faces the same number of other Ming troops, the battle-hardened warriors of the Chahar Department can tear the opponent to pieces.

However, she was facing Qin Chuan, although the opponent's strength was only two thousand, it was a well-trained army that was also experienced in a hundred battles.

"Sac ......"

Orzhetu on the side looked worried.

Namu Zhong waved her hand to interrupt her, her face was resolute, and she shouted loudly: "Warriors of Chahar, the Han people want us to submit to them, want us to fight for them, enslave them, and make them cattle and horses, are you willing?" ”

"I don't want to!"

The Mongolian people gathered nearby shouted one after another.

"Then take your scimitars, take your sharp arrows, drive away those Han people, and I, Delegdale, will take you to find a new home."

"Willing to serve the Queen Mother!"

"Drive those Han people out of the prairie!"

"Kill them all!"

"Kill!"

The surrounding Mongols soon became warlike and began to organize their armor or bring their horses in preparation for the camp.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Namu Zhong's mouth, and then he raised his eyes and quietly looked at Qin Chuan in the distance outside the camp.

"Crazy woman."

In the distance, Qin Chuan shook his head inexplicably.

"Tell me, Batu, why would she rather go to war than submit to me? In your prairie, is human life really worthless? Huang Taiji is just a fat and ugly dead fat man, is he really that attractive to her? ”

Batu on the side hesitated, bowed his head and said, "General Hui, she may just be ...... I just don't believe in the Han people. ”

"Afraid that if I go back on my word, it will not be good for her people?"

"This is one of the reasons, and the most important thing is that she probably doesn't believe that the general can gain a foothold in the grassland."

"Huh."

Qin Chuan couldn't help but smile.

……

Namu Zhong's subordinates gathered quickly, and in only two quarters of an hour, hundreds of archers rushed out of the camp gate, forming a queue outside the camp and waiting for them.

This was followed by the cavalry, whizzing out under the cover of the previous group of infantry archers, and split in two, surging to the sides like a tide, and soon two square cavalry formations were formed.

In addition to the 1,800 troops of her Akutumen Wanhu Huluduo, Namu Zhong also had 900 troops of the Ketutumen Huludo of Orzhetu, a total of 2,700 troops.

She left only 200 guards in the battalion, and the remaining 2,500 troops were all devoted to the battle.

When the formation was opened, Ingurt shouted a few times in Mongolian, and the cavalry on both wings began to move slowly, continuing to spread out towards the two wings, and the infantry archers in the middle also got on their horses, holding horn bows, and slowly approached the red-clothed attendants of Qin Chuan.

They had to give full play to their superiority in strength and surround the 2,000 red-clothed attendants, and if the red-clothed attendants attacked, they would quickly disperse to avoid head-on engagement, and adopt the flank attacks and interspersed cutting tactics that the Mongol warriors were most familiar with, and eat away at the red-clothed attendants little by little.

It's a pity that Namu Zhong underestimated Qin Chuan's strength, and Yingult also underestimated Qin Chuan's strength.

And their clansmen knew nothing about Emperor Guan's army and the red-clothed attendants.

"The Chinese army erected a wall of shields and slowly advanced, the wings were spread, and the marksmen and musketeers were all transferred to the two wings and defeated them in their way."

Seeing that the other party's wings were spreading, Qin Chuan said lightly to the side, and the herald on the side quickly passed the order down.

He didn't intend to show mercy to his subordinates, there was no room for the slightest softness on the battlefield, since he was going to go to war, he had to weaken the opponent's strength to a certain extent, otherwise it would be difficult to manage in the future.

Soon, the red-clothed attendants also quickly launched a formation, and the eight hundred Chinese troops turned over and dismounted, holding swallow-tailed shields and javelins, and slowly advanced towards the Mongolian cavalry two hundred paces away.

Six hundred red-clothed attendants on each wing rode horses and stretched the formation before approaching the other side.

In the camp, Namu Zhong, who was standing on the arrow tower, couldn't help but show a sneer, stretching the formation in front of the heroic Mongolian warriors, it was almost looking for death.

Ingurt also sneered, and then shouted a few times around.

He saw the fighter plane, found the flaw of the opponent, and no longer needed to use attack tactics, he only needed to rush over to defeat the enemy in one go.

After the orders on both wings were passed down layer by layer, after only a short adjustment, they suddenly increased their speed, and more than a thousand horses roared towards the red-clothed attendants, and the Mongolian warriors on the horses bent their bows and arrows one after another, and their mouths also let out a sharp and piercing strange roar.

Some of them are responsible for feints, mainly to attract the enemy's attention and contain the enemy, and after a wave of cavalry fire, they will quickly turn to the flank, pass the enemy, and quickly circle back from the rear.

The other part of the force is responsible for the assault, attacking a certain part of the enemy with a dense range of bows and javelins, and quickly gathering on the way to the high-speed charge, lining up in an arrow formation to break through the enemy's formation.

This simple and practical tactic is invincible when dealing with an enemy with insufficient depth in formation.

It's a pity that they are facing the most elite red-clothed attendants in Emperor Guan's army.

Qin Chuan wanted to capture the Hetao area, so he naturally studied the tactics of the Mongols, and the Guan Emperor's army also practiced this tactic.

His tactics were even simpler and cruder than those of the Mongols, as he had guns.

On each flank were three hundred flintlock pistols and thirty rifled guns.

Seeing that the Mongols suddenly picked up speed, thirty sharpshooters took the lead in turning over and dismounting, half-squatting on the ground, and raising the rifled guns in their hands.

"Bang ......"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and more than 20 Mongolian cavalrymen who rushed to the forefront fell in response.

At a distance of only one hundred and fifty paces, the marksman's hit rate can reach more than eighty percent.

The Mongol cavalry behind was taken aback, and Ingurt also frowned.

The sharpness of these Han people's firearms was beyond his imagination, and they could hit so far and so accurately.

But the arrow has to be fired, and now it is too late to change tactics.

Fortunately, the Han people don't seem to have many firearms, and there are only twenty or thirty gunshots on each wing.

Soon, Ingurt realized that she was wrong.

As soon as the Mongol cavalry entered the distance of 100 paces, the 300 musketeers of the red-clad squire also dismounted, half-crouched on the ground, and raised their flintlock muskets one after another.

After a dense burst of gunfire rang out, the Mongol cavalry, which was like a tsunami in the rainbow mountains, fell down like wheat harvesting.

The Mongol cavalry on both flanks only had 800 men each, and in just one salvo, about 200 people fell to each of them, and several gaps of different sizes instantly appeared in the originally compact formation.

After a volley, the three hundred musketeers quickly dropped their flintlock muskets, took out their shields and javelins from their backs, and erected a wall of shields and waited quietly for the other party to enter the javelin range.

The cavalry charged too fast to reload at this distance, so they switched to another weapon.

The thirty sharpshooters quickly ducked behind and quickly reloaded their ammunition for a second round of fire.

The rest of the red-clad squires let out a shout of murder and rushed towards the Mongol cavalry with shields and javelins in hand.

They were to cut back and attack the largest gap in the Mongol cavalry formation.

Even though Namu Zhong's more than 2,000 subordinates have experienced a hundred battles, under the sudden and fierce blow of the musket, they will also panic, and the fall of more than 200 companions will make their formation chaotic, and many people will not have time to avoid the companions and war horses in front of them, and they will crash into them, and the result is that there will be a burst of people turning on their backs.

The red-clothed squire threw the javelin in his hand with sparse arrows, and then rushed into the chaotic Mongolian cavalry formation.

Inside the camp, Namu Zhong's face turned pale, and cold sweat slid down his slightly rough cheeks.

She knew she was losing.