As the Tartar cavalry rushed over, the official confrontation between the two armies began. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was only at this time that Yang Zhen realized how wishful thinking his words just now were, these soldiers of the Beijing camp were completely panicked when facing the Mongolian iron cavalry that was screaming and killing, and they didn't have any way to fight back, just hold their positions, and it was very good not to be defeated by the enemy.

When they were in the city of Beijing, these soldiers of the Beijing camp would always let out big words, saying that if they had the opportunity to go to the northwest frontier to fight the Mongol cavalry, they would definitely be able to kill them to the ground and make immortal feats, so that they would not be like those border guards who would only shrink into the city defense and be extremely passive.

However, when they really faced the fierce and abnormal Mongolian iron horsemen, the faces of these people showed a look of horror, and many of them were confused. The enemy had not yet rushed within range, and they were already busy throwing arrows. As a result, the feathered arrows only landed on the ground in front of the enemy's horses, but they did not hurt a single hair of them.

In stark contrast to the haste of these Kyoks-camp sergeants, the Tatar iron cavalry was calm and ruthless.

Three hundred years ago, the Mongol iron cavalry swept the world in a short period of time to conquer the Song, Jin, Western Xia and other countries with a history much longer than their own, the national strength is much stronger, and the degree of civilization is even less scheming under their own iron hooves, and even pointed directly at the European continent, establishing a powerful empire across the Eurasian continent.

Although the Mongol Empire has long since disappeared, and today's Tatars are far from being compared with the Mongolian iron cavalry at that time, the fighting blood handed down by their ancestors still allows them to have a fighting nature and instinct far superior to that of ordinary peoples.

Seeing that these Ming troops were disorganized, they shot arrows in a panic, but they couldn't even touch their own fur, and the contempt in the eyes of the Tartars became even heavier. With a strange whoosh, they clamped their horses again and urged their hips to charge towards the enemy faster and faster, and with the rhythm of the gallop, their hands were firmly open and aimed forward.

There is no need to deliberately measure, only with many years of hunting experience, when the Mongol cavalry felt that they had run to the firing range, they had already spread their hands on the strings at the same time. In a short and powerful sound of bowstrings, dense arrows rained down on the Ming army.

The soldiers of the Ming army were very annoyed at this time because they missed the first round of attacks, some were busy putting the arrows back on the bowstring, and others were staring blankly ahead, completely unsure of what to do. Even those generals were so nervous at the moment that they forgot how to command their subordinates to defend and counterattack.

At this time, the rain of arrows came with a sharp whistling sound, and everyone suddenly came back to their senses, and hurriedly picked up their shields to resist, or raised their weapons to parry. But many of them were still a little slower, and the sharp arrow drove into their bodies with a little hesitation.

Screams immediately erupted in the middle of the group. Although in fact, only thirty or forty people were shot, and even fewer were shot on the spot, this pressure of facing the attack and death quickly destroyed the Ming army's already small fighting spirit. If it weren't for the fact that they knew that they might die faster if they ran away, and there was still some military discipline pressing, I was afraid that they would have turned around and left.

But even so, the situation was already very unfavorable for the Ming army, and after the first wave of arrows, the second round of rapid fire from the Tartars had also hit. In a run of more than 100 paces, the Mongol cavalry could often quickly shoot three rounds of arrows, thus completely breaking up the defense line of the general opponent and laying the foundation for their next assault tactics.

And this time, in the face of the rain of arrows that came again, with the shouts of some generals, the Ming army was finally no longer as helpless as before, raising their shields in front, and others brandished their weapons to remove the arrows that passed through the gaps, which reduced their casualties a lot.

But as a result, the crossbowmen who had just been used to block the enemy's attack were also forced to hide in the rear, and for a while they could not organize a decent defensive counterattack formation.

Yang Zhen saw all this in the formation, and his nose was almost crooked. Even if he underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Ming army, he could not have imagined that these Ming soldiers would be so embarrassed when they encountered the enemy. Even if you meet the enemy in a hurry, even if the opponent still has more troops than your own, you will not end up in such a passive situation.

Seeing that the Mongol cavalry was getting closer and closer, and it was almost clear that they could see their hideous faces, the faces of some of the sergeants had turned pale, and the hands holding swords began to tremble. This kind of person who is new to the battlefield will always show his immature and timid side when facing a strong enemy.

Yang Zhen glanced at Tang He beside him, but found that he was also frightened, obviously frightened by the situation in front of him, not to mention ordering his subordinates to effectively resist. After sighing secretly, Yang Zhencai shouted loudly: "The shield hand comes forward, the archer prepares, listen to my order to release the arrow!" ”

Hearing this low shout, the soldiers moved in a somewhat chaotic manner. Ordinary soldiers are like this, they have long been accustomed to following orders, they will not be able to improvise, and when they encounter a sudden attack, they have no ability to react. Now there is Yang Zhen giving orders, even if the voice is not very familiar, they subconsciously do it, but they still can't compare with the well-trained elite soldiers in terms of action.

"Woo-woo!" Hundreds of feathered arrows broke through the air again, most of them were blocked by the shield array in front of them, but many still pierced through the crowd and hit some of the unlucky ones. The screams sounded in the formation again, and they hit the weak hearts of the Ming soldiers on the ground.

Yang Zhen's face was gloomy, looking at the enemy who was close at hand, putting down the short bow and replacing it with a saber, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately ordered: "Release the arrow!" ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the two hundred or so archers had already unleashed the arrow they had just taken, and the arrow went straight for the enemy with a shadow of a ghost.

But the next scene once again shocked everyone, not only those Ming army soldiers, but also Yang Zhen, after seeing this scene, he couldn't believe his eyes.

In his mind, at this distance, such a dense accumulation of shots would always make the Tartars pay a lot of money. Unexpectedly, just when the rain of arrows was about to hit, the dozens of Mongolian cavalry in front of them suddenly turned their bodies to a lean, changed their horses and became parallel to the horse's body, hid in stirrups with a move, and avoided the oncoming attack.

By the time the arrows passed through the positions they had left out and headed towards the targets behind, they were far less powerful than they had just been, and they were easily blocked by the Tartar with the sword drawn. Only a few who were unlucky were accidentally hit by stray arrows, and this round of arrows rained down, and almost none of them could shoot the enemy off their horses.

At the same time, after avoiding the rain of arrows, the dozens of people in front of them quickly returned to their horses, smirked and waved their knives, and slashed towards the gaps between the shieldholders in front of them.

The shield-bearers were apparently a step too slow to retreat, and more than a dozen of them had been cut off, or fell to the ground, or retreated at the sound of screams. This caused a huge gap in the front of the Ming army's front, which was not too tight and neat.

At the same time, two groups of men and horses suddenly split into the ranks of the Tartars rushing forward, attacking the sides of the Ming army on the left and right. This was the attack routine they had been accustomed to since Genghis Khan's time, and with the advantage of the fast speed and high agility of the Mongol light cavalry, they could often completely tear apart the defense line of a well-defended army.

And this Ming army has nothing to do with strictness. Although Yang Zhen had ordered again at this time, letting the soldiers with spears step forward to withstand the impact of the enemy, their movements were already half a beat slower than before. This allowed the frontal enemy to slash and slash those shieldmen with heavy shields with such brazenness that it was difficult to defend themselves, and the front line was on the verge of a complete collapse.

The Tartar was also a little surprised to see this. They had fought against the Ming army many times, and this was the first time they had encountered such a vulnerable opponent. It seems that the tactics of dividing the troops into two flanks and attacking them are completely redundant today, and the move of frontal assault alone is enough to completely annihilate this Ming army.

"How...... How so? Zhong Yu, who was in the middle of the team, looked at everything in front of him, he could hardly believe his eyes, his face had become pale, even whiter than Song Xueqiao's, his eyes had become a little dull, and all he could say was this sentence.

Yang Zhen knew that he was frightened, and it was impossible to rely on him at this moment, so he said in a loud voice: "Everyone protect Qin and retreat up the mountain." It is difficult for cavalry to exert much lethality in the mountains! ”

At this time, the soldiers of the Ming army have long been out of proportion, no matter who they are, as long as they dare to give orders, they can command these hundreds of people to act according to their own will. So as soon as they heard Yang Zhen's words, they immediately turned their heads desperately and ran towards Bai Mountain, which was not far behind them.

Seeing this, the Tartars, who were attacking the weak defense line of the Ming army, understood their intentions, and immediately rushed forward with all their might, wanting to hinder their steps up the mountain.

However, this was already expected by Yang Zhen, and he shouted: "Release the arrow!" The two hundred or so archers beside him shot arrows again.

Although these arrows may not pose much threat and damage to the enemy, they are enough to stop them a little and buy the Ming army a little time to go up the mountain.

However, the Mongolian cavalry also reacted immediately, and took out bows and arrows to fight back, and suddenly, many Ming soldiers were shot to the ground.

After paying the price of nearly 100 casualties again, the remaining less than 500 Ming troops were able to retreat to Baishan Mountain!