Chapter 671: Impregnable

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After a night of tossing, the Ordos Department searched all the grasslands within a radius of nearly 100 miles, and found no trace of the Ming army's reinforcements. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "Qingshan Khan" Timur couldn't help but shout that he was deceived, thinking that the pile of wolf smoke was just a suspicious tactic, and he was really frightened off by a few cold shots and a few pieces of wolf dung. At the thought of this, Timur's face turned the color of pig liver with anger.

When the night receded and the first rays of sunlight were just shining into the sky from the distant horizon, the Mongol army again surrounded Bauktu. This time, Timur made up his mind that he must completely wipe out this cunning Han army and no longer give them a chance to deceive, otherwise his old face will have nowhere to rest.

The brigade once again set up a position four or five miles away from the chariot formation, and Timur, with his eagle-like gaze and a good view on a sunny day on the grassland, made a careful observation of the Ming army's formation. According to visual observations, the circle surrounded by the regiments was no more than a hundred zhang in circumference, and it could accommodate two or three thousand people at most. And he has an army of fifteen thousand under his command, or cavalry, no matter how much he fights, he can't be defeated, it's just a matter of how long it takes to take it.

And it seems that the Ming army is nothing more than relying on those hundreds of carts for defense, as long as it breaks through a little and enters the circle, the Ming army will definitely collapse immediately. Timur's mind had even rehearsed the battle that was about to begin: his iron cavalry was pouring up from all directions, and the Ming army, although desperately shooting with birds, could only fire one or two rounds. The brave Mongol cavalry, after paying a small sacrifice, broke through the chariot formation and slaughtered the Ming army that had lost its defensive circle, until the heads were rolling and the blood was flowing. A small number of Ming troops fled and were all killed by sharp arrows. The battle is over.

However, as the leader of a tribe, Timur was relatively calm before the battle began. His eldest son, Zhuoligtu, was brave and good at fighting, which Timur knew very well, and he also wanted to see with his own eyes what tactics these Han Chinese troops used, and they could easily take Zhuoligtu's life.

So he sneered and said, "Ulaanbari, I will give you the opportunity to build the first skill." Lead your Etok banner to rush up and kill all these cowardly Han Chinese! ā€

Originally, the Ordos Department was divided into six banners, namely the Dalat Banner, the Jungar Banner, the Yijin Horo Banner, the Wushen Banner, the Hangjin Banner and the Etuoke Banner. Among them, the relationship between the Etok Banner and the Dalat Banner was the worst, and Timur always thought of finding an opportunity to directly annex the Etok Banner, so that he would be more stable as the Great Khan.

Ulan Bari was the leader of the Etoke banner. Of course, he knew Timur's sinister intentions, but Timur was good at winning over people and sowing discord, and if he openly refused to carry out his orders, it would undoubtedly be a dead end. And he also met with the Ming army in Yulin, and felt that it was just a bunch of sparse soft eggs, at most he could shoot a few shots. As long as he rushed to the enemy, it would be equivalent to victory, so he yelled: "Great Khan, look at me!" ā€

As soon as Ulan Bari gave the order, the soldiers of the Etoke banner mounted their horses one after another, and there were about 1,500 cavalry. Having learned the lesson of the defeat of Zoligtu, he did not line up the traditional spear-shaped charge of the Mongols, but completely dispersed the more than 1,000 cavalrymen and took positions from all sides of the formation. Then he shouted loudly and took the lead in the charge of his horse.

The Mongolian cavalry shouted in unison, raised the sabre in their hands, and began to charge with the banner lord Ulaanbari. At first, it was not very fast, but as the four hooves of the war horse let go and galloped, the speed of the charge became faster and faster, and it really had the tendency to destroy and decay. As a result, a large cloud of dust unique to the fierce battle rose from the grassland, and it rose to the sky!

Three miles, two miles, three hundred steps, two hundred steps... The Ming army's car formation was getting closer and closer. Ulaanbari was very cunning, he took the lead when he began to charge, and when he was almost halfway through, he secretly slowed down and let the other warriors rush ahead of him. He knew that the Ming army would inevitably release birds, and it was better than nothing if someone in front of him blocked the bullet for himself.

The strange thing is that after rushing one hundred and fifty steps, and even to one hundred steps, the Ming army still did not release the birds. It wasn't until about eighty paces that the sparse sound of birds sounded on the opposite side. Although he also shot several Mongol cavalrymen, knocking them down and dying immediately, it was impossible to stop the charge of the cavalry. In the last seventy or eighty paces of distance, the war horse could rush over in the blink of an eye, and Ulan Bari couldn't help but feel secretly proud, thinking that the Ming army was nothing more than that, I really don't know how stupid Zhuo Ligetu was, and he would die in the hands of such a soft army.

Seeing that the Ming army was close at hand, the ferocity and bloodthirstiness of the Mongols deep into the bone marrow had burned to the top. Ulaanbari raised his saber and howled like a hungry wolf, and his horse rushed towards a large cart in front of him. The car was eight feet high, and Ulaanbari was confident that he would control the war horse and leap over. As long as it enters the Ming army, the bird gun will be completely useless, and the rest will be slaughtered.

Unexpectedly, he rushed to the cart, and Ulan Bari suddenly found in horror that there was a trench more than a foot wide in front of the cart! At this time, it was too late to rein in the horse, so he had to bite the bullet and let the war horse rise into the air, trying to jump over the trench with the cart.

But how could that be! If it is only a trench more than a zhang wide, the war horse can easily jump over; If it was an eight-foot-tall cart, a good horse carrying a cavalry could barely jump over it. But when the trench and the chariot are combined, you can't jump over it anyway, because if you want to jump far, you can't jump that high; If you want to jump high, you can't jump that far. In the midst of lightning and flint, Ulaanbari and his men and horses slammed into the iron-clad chariot, and immediately the men and men flipped on their backs and planted themselves in a trench eight feet deep.

At the same time, many Mongol cavalry also crashed into the iron wall. Qin Bing's chariot was made of hard elm wood, the outer wall was covered with iron sheets, and all the vehicles were connected with iron hooks and iron cables, and the anti-collision performance can be imagined. For a while, the neighing of horses and people rang out, and more than 200 horses fell into the trench, and none of them could jump over the roof of the car.

The Mongol cavalry, which was rushing a little slower behind, was shocked to see it, and it was impossible to restrain the war horse that had sprinted to the maximum speed, so they had to desperately change the direction and let the war horse run past against the side of the trench, so as to avoid the fate of hitting the wall, but the formation was also chaotic.

"Kill !!" In the Qin soldiers' array, which had been relatively silent just now, an earth-shattering shout suddenly erupted! Countless Qin soldiers poked out the muzzles of the black holes from the gaps between the chariots, the top of the chariots, and even the narrow space under the chariots, and the fire ropes quickly burned out, and the gunshots that were so dense that they couldn't be separated at all sounded like a chain of thunderbolts! It was a massive salvo of more than five hundred birds!