This time, the defending Ming army threw thunderbolts with their hands, killing more than 60 Mongolian cavalry on the spot and seriously wounding more than 80 others.

The seriously wounded Mongolian cavalry www.biquge.info rolled on the mountainside and screamed, and their bodies were cut by hand-thrown thunder fragments, cutting out shocking and extremely terrible wounds.

The remaining 60 or so Mongolian cavalrymen, who were already frightened and deaf and bleeding from their mouths and noses by the explosion, wailed one after another and fled frantically down the mountain.

The more than 100 arrows shot by the Mongolian cavalry, most of them were blocked by the peripheral grain bags and carriages, and only more than 30 arrows were shot into the formation, so that four Ming soldiers and six people who could not dodge were slightly injured, only two people were the most unlucky, they were not wearing armor, they were shot in the chest and back by stray arrows, and died of excessive blood loss.

Compared with the losses of the Mongol cavalry, the losses of the defending Ming army were almost negligible.

Seeing such a result, Xu Xiu's face was still slightly regretful.

Because of the cavalry attacking, the attack was still tentative, the number of only more than 200, so the distance between each cavalry was very large, and there were many rocks in the hillside to block, so the explosion effect was greatly reduced.

"it! Damn Minggou has such a hand! ”

Standing at the foot of the mountain watching the battle, Abahanar Khan Hailigu saw that in an instant, the Mongol cavalry that was attacking his own house was so quickly defeated, almost angry.

His face trembled, his forehead was full of green tendons, and his teeth were gritted loudly.

"King Khan, our army's initial battle was unfavorable, its morale has suffered a big setback, and now that it is dark, we can only wait for tomorrow to fight again!"

Dajinong Galu's voice sounded with a cry.

Hailigu slapped his thigh with great resentment, and reluctantly gave the order to continue to surround the mountain and stay on the spot.

On a moonless grassland night, there was a mist between heaven and earth, only a terrible wind, screaming like madness, galloping across the boundless grassland.

Under the cover of this dreary night, there was silence up and down the slope.

The short, but fierce battle just now seemed to be just a dream.

On the hillside, the Ming army's defensive position has been lit with many torches, and the Ming army, which won the first battle, is all smiling and happily drinking water and eating bread.

And in the inner circle, the princess Makata, who witnessed these Ming troops defeating the Mongolian cavalry with their hands throwing thunders, was still shocked.

She thought that in such an environment where the enemy was strong and I was weak, it would not be easy for these Ming troops to try their best to fight a draw with the attacking Mongolian cavalry, but she didn't expect that they would achieve such brilliant results with the black iron ball with a wooden handle in their hands.

She quickly thought in her heart, if it was the army of the Great Qing State that attacked, then would the so-called invincible Eight Banners of the Great Qing Dynasty be able to achieve greater results than these Mongolian cavalry, or would they still die under the terrible hand thunder of these Ming troops?

Thinking of this, Makata could feel his heart beating inexplicably.

While she was thinking wildly, someone had already brought her food, and asked her to share a share of food and water with each of them, just like the people.

Makata, who had not yet come out of the grief of Ding Er's death, was in no mood to eat, she bit the dough tastelessly, and looked at the corpse of Ding Er placed in the depths of the tent from time to time, with a sad expression.

On this quiet night, a distraught Makata forgot how she had fallen asleep, as if she had not taken a nap until almost dawn.

The terrible sound of the bull's horn from the bottom of the mountain woke Makata from his sleep.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that the sky was already bright, and the Mongol cavalry surrounding the hillside at the bottom of the mountain began to attack again at the sound of horns.

Also who did not sleep all night was Abahanal Khan Hailigu.

The Khan king, who ruled this small tribe, had never suffered such a big loss in battle, from knowing how to ride a horse and shoot arrows to the present day.

Shame, shame!

Attacking the enemy with five times as many people, but being instantly defeated by this small courtship team, this was completely beyond Hailigu's imagination.

The Ming army's almost perverted hand-thrown thunder left a cruel and deep impression on Abahanar Khan, which deeply shocked and hurt his heart.

All night, Heligu pondered one thing.

That is, with the Ming army having such a strong defensive force, should it continue to attack after dawn, or should it be a dry brother who will withdraw his troops at dawn.

The great temptation and the cold reality tortured Hailigu to the point of schizophrenia, and he was so confused that he tossed and turned on the mat and couldn't sleep all night.

However, when it was dawn, Hailigu still decided to continue to attack the Ming army on the hillside and fight with all his might.

If their own cavalry can rely on their speed advantage to quickly approach the Ming army's position and fight them face to face, then those Ming troops who will only hold on to danger are likely to collapse because of this.

After all, at this point in the battle, he can be said to have torn his face with that Li Xiao, and there is no friendship between the two sides, if he can't eliminate the small courtship team on the mountain, then Hai Ligu can imagine how swift and cruel Li Xiao's revenge will be after these envoys return.

As the saying goes, there is no turning back when you open the bow, and if you want to taste the sweetness of plundering and slaughtering, you have to bear the risk of being attacked and counterattacked.

However, what Hailigu didn't expect was that after thinking about it all night, he had made up his mind, but he was opposed by Dajinong Galu.

Galu said worriedly that after the battle of yesterday evening, the morale of his cavalry had been greatly reduced, and if he attacked again this time, even if he barely won the victory, he was afraid that the casualties would outweigh the losses.

So, in a pleading tone, he said to Hailigu, "Let the Khan save these precious adult males for the sake of the future of the Abahanar tribe, given that his own forces have been greatly damaged."

Speaking of this, Galu whispered to him again, so far in the war, the Ming people have not suffered any actual losses, as long as he can lower his posture, promise compensation to the Ming people and swear never to do it again, then, even if Li Xiao wants to punish him in the future, he will not kill the killer.

Galu's words made Hailigu furious.

Let yourself go and beg for mercy from that Han dog Li Xiao, this is simply a loss of face for the Mongols!

You must know that he is the descendant of the noble silver family, the son of the Jin clan, the lord of the eagle on the Mongolian steppe, and his bones are the strong and untamed blood of the Mongolians, and there is no reason to bend his knees and beg for mercy from Li Xiao, a lowly man who was once a rural hunter!

"Galu, you remember, the proud male lion of the grassland, even if he is bitten to death by the wolves, will never beg the wolves for mercy!"

The enraged Hailigu, after gritting his teeth and saying this, slapped Galu in the face with a horsewhip.

Garu screamed and covered his face, and immediately red blood oozed from his fingers.

"Pass on the order of Ben Khan, the whole army quickly prepares, with the momentum of encirclement on all sides, go all out to attack the Ming army on the slope, be sure to capture this array in one fell swoop, and cut all the Ming people into meat sauce!"

Subsequently, Abahanar Khan Hailigu drew his waist knife with a slam on the ground, raised it high, and at the same time his voice sounded coldly: "In this battle, Ben Khan personally marched into battle, and he must succeed in one fell swoop. ”

Seeing all the Mongolian cavalry rushing up, the Ming army and the people on the defensive position all had solemn faces.

They knew that the time had come for a decisive battle.

Now the Mongolian cavalry attacking is nearly 400 people, each of them has a crazy and decisive expression on their faces, they know that they have no way to survive except to desperately step forward to defeat the Ming army.

"Listen to the orders of this official, when the Mongolian Tartars attack, throw the remaining hand thunder in two parts, and then, fight to the death with the Mongolian Tartars who are attacking!"

Xu Xiu's voice sounded cold and resolutely.

"Order!"

Below was a neat and resolute shout.

Soon, in the sound of rumbling horses' hooves from all sides, nearly 400 Mongolian cavalry quickly attacked in columns, and under the bright morning sun, they roared loudly, like hundreds of black arrows, and attacked the mountain intensively.

One hundred steps!

Eighty steps!

Sixty steps!

Fifty steps!

"Throw!"

Xu Xiu shouted, and more than a hundred burning hand-throwing thunderbolts were thrown with a roar.

In total, more than 80 hand-thrown mines were successfully exploded.

In the violent explosion, in the dense and pungent smoke, the bright yellow and dazzling firelight formed a halo more dazzling than the sun on the mountainside.

The Ming army guarding all thought that they could blow up the Mongolian cavalry that had attacked on their backs like yesterday, but after the strong grassland wind blew away the smoke, Xu Xiu and others found that the results of this battle were much smaller than yesterday.

Only about two dozen cavalrymen were killed, and more than forty others were wounded.

It turned out that the Mongol cavalry that attacked this time had learned a lesson, and everyone was firmly focused on the Ming army on the slope, paying attention to the hand-thrown thunder they were about to throw.

As soon as they saw the hand-thrown thunder that was whistling like a black bird, a large number of cavalry pulled their horses' heads, or retreated, or avoided on the side, so the Ming army's throwing this time caused much less damage to the Mongolian cavalry than last time.

Dodging this wave of attacks by the Ming army, the remaining more than 300 Mongolian cavalry, all with hideous and distorted faces, let out a howl like a wolf, slammed the horse's belly even more, and rushed towards the mountain.

Xu Xiu saw that the Mongolian cavalry was attacking more and more frantically, and his face became even more serious.

Soon, the Mongol cavalry reached a distance of only thirty paces from their position.

"Cast!" Xu Xiu shouted violently, and the last more than 100 hand-thrown thunderbolts aimed at the Mongolian cavalry that rushed over, and threw them hard. The distance of thirty paces, for the cavalry, is only a blink of an eye. Seeing that the goal was imminent, all the Mongolian cavalry, no longer avoiding it, slammed the horse's belly one after another, and rushed forward. More than 80 hand-thrown thunderbolts exploded in unison. Due to the close proximity of the Mongolian cavalry, the terrifying killing effect caused by the hand-thrown thunder thrown this time made every Ming army see it clearly. Everyone could clearly see that the Mongol cavalry that entered the range of hand-thrown thunder attacks, in the dense white smoke, in the dazzling firelight, the men and horses were all stumped, blood and internal organs were splashed everywhere, and everywhere the fragments of the hand-thrown thunder were reached, it became a terrifying hellish slaughterhouse. The Ming army's last hand-thrown thunder attack killed more than 60 Mongolian cavalrymen and wounded more than 70 people. It's just that, at the same time, the last more than 230 Mongolian cavalry, after dodging two hand-thrown thunder attacks, finally attacked a place close to the Ming army's position! "Everyone, hold your ground, and be sure to stop these hateful Mongol Tartars here!" Xu Xiu, who was a civil official, held a steel knife in his hand, and shouted loudly and loudly to give orders. Almost as soon as he finished shouting, all the Ming troops and a group of people were armed with swords and guns, and everyone had a decisive look on their faces, ready to fight to the death with the Mongolian cavalry that continued to rush. Amid the sound of sabre draws, the Mongol cavalry shouted, like juggling, leaped over the outer ring of the Ming army's defense line composed of grain bags and carriages, and rushed into the battle to fight the defending Ming army in the final decisive battle. And seeing that his cavalry finally rushed into the Ming army's formation, Hailigu, the Khan King of Abahanar who had been frowning and was escorting the formation a hundred paces behind, took a long breath, and a look of joy instantly swelled up on his face. "Sons, the Ming army is right in front of you, how are these cowardly lambs the opponent of our proud Mongolian steppe wolves! Let's rush over and kill them all! Hai Ligu led an elite escort of twenty people, galloped wildly, and personally led the team to attack the Ming army's defensive position. An extremely tragic battle began. The soldiers of the Ming army, the people, and the Mongolian cavalry who rushed into battle, fought and slashed each other. The clanging of knives and guns, the dull pop of piercing into the human body or the body of a horse, the screams and wails of the wounded or dying people, the neighing of war horses, all burst out collectively for a while, like a song of death. Blood gushed out, stumps flew, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and the stench of human excretion, more than 150 descendants of the Han family and more than 250 descendants of the blue wolf and white deer fought fiercely and decisively on this hilltop position. Every soldier who fights knows that at this point in the battle, there is no way out for either side, either you die or I die. Chop! Slash hard! Slash as hard as you can! Chop off the opponent's head, cut off the opponent's hands and feet, cut off the opponent's belly, let the blood-soaked war knife feed the opponent's flesh and blood, and let the opponent's screams and wails become their own victory sonata. Stab! Stunk hard! Stabb mercilessly! Pierce their throats, puncture their eyes, and pierce their chests, so that these alien races who don't know whether they are alive or dead, with their humble flesh and blood, fertilize the Mongolian steppe that has been fought endlessly for thousands of years, and let their ugly and broken corpses become the objects of countless wolves to eat and feast. A quarter of an hour later, under the siege of the Mongol cavalry, which was surrounded on all sides and nearly twice as many as itself, the Ming army's position began to loosen gradually. The first to collapse were the people. Although these people who could only work hard and had no military training at all, although they were temporarily recruited as soldiers by Xu Xiu, in such a brutal battle, their combat strength and determination were too far from the battle-hardened Mongolian cavalry. They wailed and scattered, throwing down their swords to escape from the terrible Shura field, but the red-eyed Mongol cavalry could never give them a chance to escape, and the scimitars, which had drunk blood, slashed at their backs and necks mercilessly, killing dozens of fleeing civilians in one fell swoop. The Ming army, which was already fighting hard, fell into a desperate situation of being surrounded on all sides and suffering from the enemy on its back. "Sons! Keep slashing, Ming Gouzi can't support it anymore! As long as we kill them all, everything here will be ours! A knife cut off the head of a Ming army, half of his face was soaked in blood spurted red and terrifying, seeing that the defeat of the Ming army had been revealed, his almost crazy shout, full of joy. Hearing the commander's loud encouragement, the remaining nearly 200 Mongolian cavalry roared like wolves in unison, and rushed forward more and more vigorously.