Soon after leaving, Long Ji's army encountered an army in front, the ground trembled, and the sound was as dense as Yin Yin's rolling thunder, as a man who had lived on horseback since childhood, a real warrior, he immediately recognized that it was the sound of horses' hooves, at least the sound of tens of thousands of war horses galloping. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Could it be that this army is going to support the army on the Ningxia side? But these tens of thousands of people can be used for a fart.

In fact, this is a small tribe on migration, which also belongs to the Mongol family, but does not belong to the same family as the Tatars.

Long Ji Ke, no matter what his direct line was, saw that it was a Tatar costume and immediately ordered the whole army to attack. "Kill me!" He was the first to rush forward, and the leaders were so desperate, how could the 10,000 Imperial Heavenly Battalion be willing to lag behind?

When the army heard the order, they also shouted, "Drive!" "Slam the horse's belly. The team rushed over like a long dragon in the plateau.

Seeing so many people coming out and rushing towards his army so desperately, Bagan immediately ordered the arrows to be released, and the arrows flew in all directions, carving the sky full of feathers, which was even more urgent than flying snow.

The Imperial Camp is all iron horses, invulnerable, let alone bows and arrows. The armor was as hard as stone.

Seeing that the bow and arrow were useless, Bagen roared directly, and led his own tribal army to rush forward, but the next moment he regretted it. People can kill him, but he can't kill people. What is the rationale for this?

A bleak sound echoed throughout the plateau area.

Another flurry of bows and arrows flew in the sky, but it was not the Tatars, but the soldiers of the Imperial Battalion.

A rain of arrows fell, and the Tatars were killed and wounded. Fortunately, although Bagen's army was not as good as the Yutian Camp, it was also battle-hardened, and after a period of panic, it immediately set up a chariot formation according to the general's order, parked the chariots on both sides, and turned over the folding boards to form an artificial fortress. Casualties were temporarily reduced.

The shield bearers holding a huge shield with a height of one person also formed a shield wall, and the two wings of sanitation were also formed. By the time the defensive formation was hastily formed, ten out of ten of the Tatar army had already died.

Bagen reacted and hurriedly ordered the archers to send arrows to the Ming army on both wings to suppress, although it was useless, but it could also make them look uncomfortable.

If you can't beat it, why don't you harass it?

Bagan led his sword, shieldmen, and spearmen to storm the slopes on both sides to buy time for the army to retreat. Seeing that the Tatars quickly stabilized their positions and began to counterattack, Long Ji immediately issued an order: "Shoot the one who waving the command flag in the Tatars, shoot the war horses, and stop the Tatars from forming a formation!" ”

Even if the formation is over, it will not be of much use to the onslaught of the Imperial Heaven Camp, but Long Ji wants to fight quickly, and he doesn't want to spend so much time with them. "Don't let one go!"

Long Ji was afraid that they would flee and report the news, so there would be no effect of taking them by surprise.

After the order was given, the arrows roared like rain, and the poor standard-bearer was killed on the spot by the stinging of the brothers of the Imperial Heavenly Battalion, and at the same time many horses were hit by arrows, and the war horses roared in pain and ran through the valley, and the Tatars were trampled by the war horses, and the formation was immediately chaotic, and the offensive was also blocked.

Bagen was furious, and personally supervised the battle with a sword, and the trapped beast-like Tatars spread all over the mountains, launching attacks again and again on the Yutian camp with flesh and blood. The Tatars fell one by one, no one sighed for the dead brothers, no one even paid attention to who was lying in a pool of blood, in this battlefield of blood and fire, death became so ordinary, even a person with rich feelings would become insensitive.

This is war, and war has no emotion, either you die or I die. There is no third answer.

Under the leadership of Bagan, the Tatars swarmed upward, stepping on the corpses of their companions in search of a ray of life. Relying on the iron armor and excellent archery skills on the body, there will be a wail from someone every arrow, congratulations on your victory.

Ninety percent went a few percent more. The defeat was decided, and Bagan immediately ordered a retreat, and at this time there were a few who could escape.

Under the cover of a rain of arrows, a large number of soldiers of the Yutian Battalion flanked from both sides and rushed to the front to intercept the retreat of the Tatars, who were surrounded by 10,000 soldiers of the Yutian Battalion, and only were beaten. The Imperial Camp stood there like a wall, and even thousands of troops and horses could not even think of rushing out.

But what makes Bagan wonder is, who are they? Why do you hit yourself when you see you? Although the Tatars were divided into several tribes, and there were many wars between them, Bagan was an honest man, and no one dared to offend.

In a few moments, thousands of Tatar corpses had been left on the plateau, and they all died in confusion. The blood that was close at hand made the faces of the recruits who saw this kind of battle for the first time pale as snow, but Long Ji and some experienced soldiers had a certain psychological capacity after many battles.

Although they had already experienced the suppression, they had never seen such a scene.

The Tatar counterattack was soon stopped by the sharp arrows of the Imperial Heavenly Battalion, and the corpses fell to the vast plateau, and the Tatars had to fight with the rushing Ming army, and they had to deal with the continuous accumulation of sharp arrows overhead, and the casualties continued to increase.

Bagan noticed that his army's counterattack was chaotic and unable to play any threatening offensive. Their officers are not brave, they are not afraid of death, but they only know how to show off their personal bravery, and they are not at all able to effectively organize soldiers to fight.

He had never thought about this, because most of the opponents he had encountered were like them, although there were bannermen, but once the bannerbearers were killed, they would have no choice but to leave.

To put it bluntly, if these Tatars were allowed to form and arrange their formations in a step-by-step manner under the command of the generals on the plains, they would be able to imitate the same, but once such a melee occurred, the higher-ranking officers would not be able to effectively carry out the order, and those low-ranking officers who did not even know the words would know that they would either take the lead or wield their swords to supervise the battle, and would not make good use of the reasonable combination of the arms under their command.

The war continues,

The spectacular crowd of 10,000 people began to fight, it was a real melee, the soldiers were nowhere to be seen, the soldiers were nowhere to be seen, everyone had their weapons in their hands, looking for only a pair of hateful eyes, and then swooped down with a loud roar.

Although the armor on the body of the Imperial Heavenly Camp was very thick, and the war horses had to be covered with such armor, which was extremely hard and Tartar only had to be beaten, but they soon found that they could attack in the face, so they attacked the faces of the soldiers of the Imperial Heavenly Battalion, and some of them were unfortunately scratched on the cheeks and stabbed in the eyes were not enough to be fatal, but it also brought them mental pain.

Where is this army of black armor that beats itself? Why do you want to attack you? Bagan will not understand until he dies. "Only advance, not retreat, be sure to open a bloody road!" Bagan roared, and that was all he could do.

Pushed by a great force of survival, no one thinks about anything else, and no one gives the order to charge, so people can't stop just blindly running away and killing! As soon as the crowd came to a standstill, the people behind pushed it like flowing water, and the soldiers in front rushed forward without hesitation, wave after wave, quickly engulfing the front wave like a wave, slapping forward, wave after wave! Team after team.