"All the troops are on attack," Zammer ordered.

More than 20,000 cavalry immediately rushed towards the 5,000 Ming cavalry standing in the distance, and then Zamo found that the other party began to run.

Mongolian horses are characterized by stable running and strong staying power, which is very suitable as a war horse, and as for speed, it is relatively average.

Zammer was always watching the other party's direction, he thought that if the other party was attracting them to the city, he realized that he was wrong.

The other party's 5,000 people obviously deviated from the direction, did not run to the city wall, but bypassed Ningxia Wei and ran to the rear, Zamo was a little confused, it stands to reason that such a play must be deceitful, and it should not be chased, but that is where he and the others want to go.

This high city can't be robbed, and it can't be robbed, so it's normal to take a detour to the back, but when he was made by these Ming soldiers, he felt a little drumming in his heart.

"Chase." Zammer finally ordered, and a sense of pride surged in his heart, when did he become so timid, he was the most powerful warrior in the Tumut grassland.

On the battlefield, the rest of the forces will obey Zamer's orders, because it is on the battlefield, they understand the danger of disagreement, and besides, there is no good way to do it at this time.

More than 20,000 Mongolian cavalry were chasing 5,000 cavalry for a while, and Zamo knew that it would only take two hours to go this way, and he could see Yongning, a central city in Ningxiawei, which was his first goal.

The distance between the two sides is maintained at two or three miles, and it only takes a dozen breaths of effort to ride the horse, but Zammer can't catch up, he understands that the other party's horse speed is faster than his own, but the staying power is not as good as his own and others, he only needs to wait.

The branches on both sides are sprouting, the grass on the ground is about to rise, but it has been a sunny day recently, and there is a life everywhere.

"Start preparing," Chen Biao ordered in a deep voice, "Spurs." ”

The 5,000 cavalry had already been explained what to do before they set off, and they were the best of the more than 10,000 cavalry in Ningxia, and they all took out the spurs from the bags on both sides of their horses and scattered them on the ground.

This spur shape has three tips, or more appropriately called a Mitsubishi thorn, as long as it is sprinkled on the ground, no matter how you place it, one tip will be pointed upwards, which is very easy to place.

"General, the other side seems to have sown something."

Zammer naturally noticed that since he was born, the horses he rode were with horseshoes, so when he saw this kind of spur, he was stunned for a while, and for the sake of safety, he still signaled the whole army to stop.

After a few breaths, he understood what this was for, and couldn't help but sneer, looking at the hard horseshoe under his horse's feet, he once again commanded arrogantly, "Pursue with all your might." ”

If the Ming Army is just such a means, then it is really looking for death, Za Mo thought, and couldn't help but relax a little in his heart, but he didn't think that the Ming Army would not know that he and the others immediately set the hoof, after all, their own war horses also installed this thing.

After running for two or three miles again, Chen Biao and the others stopped, turned around, and looked at the more than 20,000 Mongolian cavalry behind them with a little mockery.

Zimmer suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart, but looking at the spurs all over the ground, there was nothing they could do, the enemy was already close in front of him, he subjectively didn't think that the other party could have any backmoves, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed, he was almost frightened by them.

The ground was only a yellowish earth sprinkled with many thorns, and there was only an empty area around it, with the occasional cluster of small trees, and there were only two or three thousand ambush soldiers.

"Accelerate." Zammer shouted that he was going to crush the Ming cavalry on the other side, who did not deserve to be cavalry.

The sound of the farrier hitting the spur is not coming. There was a thump, but that didn't stop the Mongols from running at full speed.

The ground seemed to tremble, and Zammer felt that the enemy was already the soul of all his warriors, and victory was at hand.

Suddenly, a shout came from the grove where he saw thousands of ambushes at most, there were indeed only more than two thousand, and they were only infantrymen.

Ning Zhiyuan ordered with a solemn face, "Get up." ”

Dozens of iron cables loomed out of the yellowish earth, and this was not only the iron cable, but also placed on the iron cable with very sharp blades, and the soldiers on both sides tightly pulled the end of the iron cable, and there were nearly 100 people pulling at one end, so as to ensure that they would not be hit across by horses.

Zammer immediately understood, he was still fooled, this stab that seemed to him to be a joke would eventually pierce the hearts of himself and others, and take the lives of himself and others.

His eyes turned red.

The more than 20 iron cables with blades rose in the ranks of more than 20,000 galloping cavalry, and the whole team collapsed in an instant, the neighing of the horses because their legs were cut, the groans of the Mongols who were impaled because they fell to the ground, or the shouts and curses of the cavalrymen who were lucky enough not to be tripped by the blades when they fell to the ground because of the collision from behind

Ning Zhiyuan, who was pulling the iron cable, instantly felt a great pull and pulled himself towards the battlefield, but he and the hundred personal soldiers behind him pulled the iron cable hard, allowing it to play the greatest role it could.

"Rush." Chen Biao watched the group of Mongolian soldiers who had just been murderous fall in front of him, showing a smug expression, Gongzi is powerful.

The cavalry of Ningxia began to rush forward, mending the knife to the Mongols who had not yet fallen or were still barking, and the front feet of the Zammer horse dodged an iron rope in front, but the hind legs of the horse touched the iron rope, and the horse collapsed instantly, but fortunately he immediately used to support his body, so that he would not fall to the ground, at this time at least three or two ground stabs under him, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The Mongol cavalry who had not fallen to the ground had already been in disarray, without the general's order, watching their companions who were still playing sycophants next to them just now die in front of them, all their consciousness was to run, run, where there was light to run.

People hit people, people crowd people, people kill people, just to get a little space to escape.

Zammer adjusted his body, he knew that there was chaos behind him, because, even he himself was messy, but he couldn't give up, he couldn't run away, otherwise, this group of people would be finished.

"Gather this way, brethren." Zammer shouted, and while he got on an ownerless horse, he slashed the enemy troops around him, and the few remaining soldiers of his own army also shouted.

The sound was like a ray of light in the darkness, gradually attracting many confused Mongolian soldiers who had no goal to come.

At the same time, the two leaders of the four forces who also survived were also doing the same thing, shouting similar words, and the crowd had become somewhat orderly.

Chen Biao's face sank, and he rode his horse like Zamer to rush there, kill this leader, and the son will be much easier, Chen Biao thought.

Zamo raised his knife again and again to face the battle, his force was not weak, a little stronger than Chen Biao, but Chen Biao was not stupid enough to fight one-on-one, hundreds of people surrounded him, so that Zamo had a hard time, seeing that several of his own soldiers died for blocking the knife for themselves, he had no choice but to drive his horse and flee elsewhere.

"Turchi, come and help me." Seeing that thousands of people had gathered around the Tur Pool, Zamer was overjoyed, and hurriedly rode his horse towards the Tur Pool, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Hunted down by hundreds of people, he worked hard.

"Protect the general." Turchi ordered, ordering the soldiers around him to gather around Zamer, much to Zamer's great touch.

Chen Biao knew that it must be very difficult for him to kill that leader.

The battlefield had been divided into several parts, and the rest of the Mongols were scattered in all directions, except for two large Mongol assembly points, and Turchi and Razan'er were the two living chieftains, and it was around them that three or four thousand men and horses were raised.

"Shoot," Ning Zhiyuan ordered, and hundreds of musketeers took out their muskets and aimed at them, firing, and a few more people fell in an instant.

"Retreat." Zammer reacted and suddenly shouted, originally according to his meaning, three or four thousand people against the opponent's five thousand cavalry, they have been on the battlefield for a long time, and there is still a great chance of victory, but the firearms that appeared disrupted his plan again, and he hurriedly gave the order to retreat.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't chase anymore, because it was useless to catch up, and looked at the two hundred musketeers helplessly.

The gun is not very powerful, and it is not accurate, so it can only be used to scare people.

Fortunately, it scared me.

If you have 10,000 today, no, as long as 5,000 cavalry who are good at fighting, they will explain it here, Ning Zhiyuan looked at the clear sky and sighed.

glanced at the cavalry behind Chen Biao with some resentment, five thousand were there, but unfortunately they were not good at fighting, and then began to clean up the battlefield and mend the knives for the undead Mongols.