"Damn it!"

To the southeast of the camp's station, Urtai had just recovered his breath, and he shouted angrily as he looked at the clansmen and warriors who had gathered less than 5,000 soldiers around him.

"Nima's! We've been abandoned by that damn Dolgon! ”

"I've long since been, for my close teammates, those insidious and selfish post-gold people are used to betray!"

He looked at the generals of the Houjin Brigade who were about to disappear in the north, and then turned his head to look at the neat military formation, and the Ming court army wearing black clothes and black armor that was rapidly approaching from the three directions, roared in anger.

That's just the end of it!

The speed at which he gathered his soldiers was only one step behind that Dorgon, and the two of them and his soldiers now ended up in completely different endings.

Two endings: one side of the church, the other side of hell.

And Ultai was unfortunate enough to fall on the side of hell.

Because the Mongol cavalry gradually declined, there was no longer the spirit that swallowed two hundred years ago.

Over the years, the cavalry officers and soldiers of many Mongolian tribes have become more and more scattered, and gradually become a plate of scattered sand.

This morning, this kind of loose military discipline has brought them a catastrophe.

Like Dolgon, the Mongol cavalry leader Ultai was extremely readable, and escaped the indiscriminate bombardment of the Boy Scout artillery camp.

In addition to his panic, the violent plague of wild horses had just passed, and he also shouted around the camp and gathered his own soldiers.

It's just that because of the Mongol generals, he has been used to being casual lately, and he is one step slower than the decisive Prince of Heshuo, Dorgon.

When he had gathered less than 5,000 soldiers and was about to break through, he raised his eyes and looked around:

I saw that Dolgon, who had already taken the nearly 10,000 soldiers who had gathered one after another, all the way to the north, broke through and left, leaving only a distant back to him.

The worst happens:

From the east, south, and west directions of this big camp, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who had only appeared for a while had already lined up and approached the surroundings of this station!

Li Dingguo, who is in charge of commanding the battle, is not a good scumbag.

He saw that the largest group of enemy troops had successfully escaped, where would he let go of the remaining remnants of the defeated army?

Therefore, as soon as Dolgon had left and disappeared, he ordered a firm encirclement to encircle the remaining 20,000 or so enemy troops.

In this garrison, the original 50,000 enemy troops were just taken away by Dolgon, the prince of Heshuo, and nearly 10,000 were trampled to death and injured by the disaster of wild horses.

It was also bombarded indiscriminately by the artillery battalion, killing thousands of people.

In addition, there were thousands of people running out in all directions, and there were only more than 20,000 enemy troops in front of them.

These enemy troops are not the original elite cavalry with complete armor and three horses per capita.

They were almost frightened out of breath one by one, and they changed from cavalry to infantry!

Because, almost all the Tartars who were able to snatch the war horses fled from this dilapidated camp, and the rest were all infantry except for the cavalry of about 100 people in the hands of the Mongol general.

For this kind of Tatar infantry who have lost their morale, Li Dingguo said that Lao Tzu wants to fight ten at a time!

Behind Li Dingguo was a cowhide drum as big as a millstone dragged by eight open-top four-wheeled carriages.

Sixteen topless drummers, solemnly waiting for orders, a phalanx of thousand-man cavalry surrounded them.

Zhu Youxiao was not in the frontline position at this time, but on the periphery.

He used the mutant horse king to step on the snow god horse white, and the huge deterrent power of the war horses, to help Hong'er's women's army and logistics brigade to collect a large number of frightened horses as soon as possible.

After all, the battle between the Ming Empire and the Tartars is a protracted war, and it is possible even if it lasts for several years.

Especially when the spring of the next year comes, he is forced by the domestic situation to return to the capital, and the tug-of-war between the two sides will undoubtedly last for several years.

Since it is not possible to destroy all the Tartars as soon as possible, or expel them from the Liaoshen Plain, it is undoubtedly much more important to assist in collecting a large number of war horses by yourself than to kill the enemy in person.

And to do this, what is more suitable for gathering and calling for horses than his own mount, Bai, the mutant horse king?

For the current Zhu Youxiao, nothing is important to get a large number of war horses.

After all, as long as there are enough war horses, coupled with the current speed of renewal and development of the Ming court's armament.

In the future, where will there be these steppe peoples in the north of the empire?

As the emperor of a huge empire, Zhu Youxiao will rarely be able to go into battle in person in the future, and there are too many things for him to deal with.

Around the tattered Tartar station, the soldiers of the Boy Guards were heavily armed and lined up in a neat formation, looking motionless and murderous.

Most of them rode quietly on the back of war horses, and connected to the musket team standing on the ground, all of them with serious expressions and swords and guns.

The soldiers looked at the enemies in front of them who were jumping around but hesitating, and a sense of slaughter spread.

These soldiers were all recruits who joined the army four months ago, and after months of rigorous training and actual combat, these were originally just orphans, but now they have become qualified soldiers.

Now is the time to put their training to the test.

The more than 20,000 troops facing each other in the field was the first time that the Guards Scouts had done so.

The phalanx standing at the front of the Boy Scouts was the sharpshooter team led by Hao Shaoqi.

Behind him stood a flag bearer, who was holding a Seven Kills Battle Banner and standing behind him with a solemn face.

There are only about 100 people in the whole team, and they are all super shooters who have been carefully selected.

Each of them has almost 100 shots in marksmanship

None of these sharpshooters made a sound, and the muskets in their hands had long been reloaded and were waiting to be fired.

They were silently staring ahead, waiting for Hao Shao's order to shoot.

This sharpshooter team, in this era, was the first sniper team in the true sense of the word, and it was one of the most important forces in the army against it.

Their greatest role is to shoot the most valuable targets that pose a threat to the Scouts.

"Han soldiers, who dares to fight with me?"

Urtai is now really cornered, his eyes are extremely sharp, and when he sees these baby soldiers of the Ming Empire, they are like a black and oppressive city wall, staring at his side motionlessly.

Even child soldiers dare to bully the Mongol warriors?

He was immediately furious, and his loud voice spread throughout the front of the two armies.

"Nima's!"

Hearing Urtai's loud shouting, the corners of Li Dingguo's mouth twitched, and he scolded secretly, a little speechless in his heart.

What the hell, do you think that now that the two armies have been facing each other for a while, you think this is acting?

Still heads-up?

Why don't you dream about it?

Lao Tzu just wants to put pressure on these Tartars to lay down their arms and surrender, and get more than 20,000 free miners!

Since the other party is so uninteresting, there is nothing good about it.

It seems that if you want these Tartar soldiers surrounded by a large army to surrender, you have to destroy them first

Killing thousands of Tartars is not a big deal.

If there are not enough miners in the Ming Empire, there are so many Tartars on this Liaoshen Plain, just spend a little more time to arrest them.

Since you choose to die and not surrender, you must have the consciousness of death.

You don't want to live, and I won't skimp on ammunition and arrows.

It's just a matter of spending some more logistical supplies.

What's more, after killing all these enemy generals, it will still be of great benefit to the stability after the integration of these prisoners.