Morgan cursed in a low voice and tried to get up from the ground, but a dark shadow immediately rushed out of the grass next to him and pounced on him. He immediately realized that he had been ambushed, and his right hand hurriedly reached for his waist, trying to pull out the dagger. But the stiff muscles slowed his movements, and before he could pull out the dagger, the black shadow had already pounced on Morgen's body, grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground, his eyes went black, and he fainted instantly.

The tent is as warm as spring, thanks to the well-developed textile industry and handicraft industry in Chaoyi, Minmin's tent is made of three layers of materials, cowhide, thick canvas, and cowhide, which is tough and windproof. Min Min reclined on the brocade couch and listened to Durbert's report.

"So, there are only a thousand Jurchens across from us? And they are sleepy, and they are on the edge of the birch grove we passed this morning? ”

"Yes, Begi!" Dulbert: "They divided their forces, and gave half of their troops and all their horses to the chief general, Hauge, who was the eldest son of Huang Taiji. He had already bypassed our burned wasteland and attacked back and forth, with the blessing of the Great Black Celestial God, but fortunately we temporarily turned south, and instead avoided their flanking attack! Speaking of this, Durbert suddenly showed a rather playful smile: "This big Baylor heard that you are also in the camp, and said that he wants to capture you alive and see your beauty!" ”

"Really?" Min Min laughed: "It's okay, the husband always says that the emperor Taiji is the hero of the world, and if you can't see me, it's good to meet his eldest son!" Dulbert, prepare the soldiers and horses, I want to attack the Jurchens at night! ”

"That's nature, but not now! It was still early, and we would set off again until the second watch, so that when we arrived at their camp, it was the fourth watch, and it was the most sleepy time for people! ”

The night was as thick as ink, enveloping everything in it. Doro sat on a cowhide cushion and was napping for a while. As the lieutenant general of the First Army, his only privilege was to have a small fire in front of him, and the Goshkha erected a temporary curtain of branches and felt to block the light of the fire and avoid the cold night wind. From time to time, the sound of war horses snorting in the air, and snow began to fall in the night sky, falling on the ground, trees, people and horses, as if painting them with a layer of white paint.

Suddenly, Doro's body moved, and the stout man stood up, awakened by urine. It was eerily cold in the curtain, and it turned out that the fire had long since been extinguished, and only a few bits of dark red charcoal remained. He smiled wryly and looked around, the two Goshha were curled up in a ball, snoring like thunder, and after several days of immediate career, even the iron-beaten man had lost weight. Doro decided to let the two men sleep again, go out to urinate, move their hands and feet, and think about what they should do after dawn.

Doro who walked out of the tent was stimulated by the oncoming cold wind, and couldn't help shivering, he shook his hands and feet, found a secluded place to untie his trouser belt, and suddenly heard a whooshing sound in his ears, and he instinctively squatted on the ground after a hundred battles, and a feather arrow pierced a red poplar tree in front of him.

"Night Attack!" Doro didn't care about the warm liquid flowing down his thighs, he threw himself to the side, shouted with all his might, almost at the same time as he shouted, both short spears bit him where he had just squatted, he pulled out his waist knife, and ran to his tent with a rolling belt, the sound of arrows cutting through the air kept coming to his ears, and the only thought in Doro's mind at this time was that he had clearly released the sentry, how did the enemy touch it?

Doro, who had rushed into the veil, had almost fallen to the fire, and the two Goshkha had woken up, terrified that they could not see their general. The military discipline of the Eight Banners at that time was very strict, and those who died in battle and the soldiers escaped had to be executed, and their wives and children were slaves in armor. If Doro died, not only would their lives be at risk, but their families would also be implicated. Seeing the sudden appearance of the general, these two people were like an extra life out of thin air, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Doro up, knelt on the ground and said, "Where have you gone, what's going on outside, it's so much trouble?" ”

"Mongol Tatar Night Attack!" Doro's teeth were almost crushed, and he grabbed his helmet and put it on his head and shouted, "Give me the bow and arrows!" ”

When they re-emerged from the curtain, they found that the night raiders were not rushing, but were just throwing arrows and javelins, and at the same time throwing an arson made of grease-stained wool balls. With years of experience, Doro immediately judged that the night raiders did not have many enemies, and he shouted to Goshha on the side: "Blow the trumpet, gather the white armor soldiers, and drive these rabbit cubs out!" ”

Woooooo

At the sound of the trumpet, the battle-hardened white-armored soldiers approached Doro, spears, bones, and axes, shields, and iron armor, standing side by side, snowflakes falling on their beards, and immediately melted by the heavy breathing. Neither the fire nor the arrows were of any use to them, and Doro saw that there were already about a hundred of them, and he buckled up his cheeks, jumped on his horse, waved his spear twice over his head, and shouted in the loudest voice: "Follow me, wedge formation!" ”

The white-armored soldiers responded in unison, and Doro slapped his horse's ass with the shaft of his spear and rushed out, the sound of horses' hooves behind him. He bent slightly to reduce the area where the arrow could have been hit, and protected his head with a round shield, leaving the rest of his armor to his armor. As the distance approached, he could see some of the night raiders turning and fleeing in a panic by the light of the fire, and few had the courage to face the oncoming cavalry. Suddenly, Doro's shoulder ached, but he raised his axe and slashed at the archer who had fired the arrow at him, who was in a panic and parried with his horned bow, only to be cut down with the bow and men.

As if piercing a layer of paper, the white-armored soldiers easily broke the resistance of the night raiders, about twenty people fell to the ground, and the rest turned and fled to the grass outside the sparse forest, Doro pulled out the feathered arrow on his shoulder, and looked closely, there was no blood on the arrow, and it was obvious that the arrow did not even penetrate his own armor. Doro smiled mockingly at the half-headed corpse on the ground, and rushed out of the sparse forest with his horse.

Dora was surprised to find that the night raiders did not continue to flee, but jumped on their horses and shot arrows at them, and the white-armored soldiers jumped off their horses, shielded themselves with their shields, and returned fire with their bows. Doro frowned, the enemy's actions giving him a sense of foreboding, as if he were trying to lure him out of the woods. But weren't these Mongols always the prey to be chased by the Great Golden Soldiers? Even if Haug Big Baylor is not there, his own hundred white-armored soldiers alone are enough to protect himself.

"Blow the trumpet! Let the back team come out and line up outside the forest! Doro ordered Goshha, and he looked at the sky, and a white patch of fish belly had already appeared on the horizon, and it was about to dawn. As long as the sun comes out, there is nothing to be afraid of, and in the face-to-face fight, the Jianzhou samurai are never afraid of any enemy!

The rear of the Jurchens responded to the sound of the general's horn, and the cavalry that rushed out spread out along the two wings of the white armor soldiers, forming a geese marching formation, and the position of the head goose was Doro himself, which was an offensive formation, and Doro intended to deal with the enemy in front of him in a single attack.

When the first rays of sunlight rose over the horizon, the Jurchens were already in formation, and Doro looked proudly at his warriors, took the horn from Goshha's hand, and blew it vigorously. With the sound of the horn, the cavalry drove their horses and rushed towards the enemy not far away, their speed increasing faster and faster, and finally merged into an unstoppable torrent, as if to break everything that stood in their way. The Mongols on the opposite side were much inferior, they just fired a row of arrows at the Jurchens who rushed in front of them, and then dispersed to both sides, and victory seemed to be within easy reach for the Jurchens.

"Don't chase, don't chase!" Dora was not as optimistic as his men, and his keen eyes saw that the Mongols had been routed too quickly and in too order, more like a retreat than a rout, and that about a hundred paces behind the Mongol formation there was a group of men and horses, in the center of which was a large column decorated with white horsehair.

"Sulu ingots, it's Sulu ingots!" The Mongolian guide on the side suddenly shouted, his tone full of panic.

"What Sulu ingots are not Sulu ingots? What's that, exactly? Doro flicked his whip angrily and asked.

"That is the great immortal heaven to Genghis Khan to use the divine object, only Genghis Khan's descendants are qualified to use it, is it that under the great Xuan is the bloodline of the Son of the Jin clan, the son of Lin Dan Khan?" The Mongolian guide looked sincerely frightened, but it was like a god and Buddha appeared, which made Doro on the side angry and funny, as a Jueluo, he naturally couldn't understand the Mongolian people's awe of the descendants of the golden family, but it must be certain, under the white big curtain on the opposite side should be where the enemy's main general is. Doro raised the axe in his hand and shouted, "Follow me, wedge formation!" Then he grabbed his mount with all his might, and slammed it towards the big man.

Under the Sulu ingot, Min Min was dressed in iron armor, and the cold silver mask covered her beautiful face, and Dulbert on the side let out a slight laugh: "Kill yourself, the bird is ready to go, release!" ”

The guns, who had been ready to stop, pulled the trigger sharply, and the tinky arquebus head on the serpentine clamp fell into the medicine pool, and almost at the same time, thick white smoke erupted from the mouth of the gun, and in the last moment before the vision was blocked, Dulbert clearly saw many Jurchens who were rushing towards him fall from the galloping warhorses.

Doro only felt as if he had been hit his right shoulder, and then felt a sharp pain, as if he had been pierced by a red-hot iron drill. He knew he had been hit by a firearm, but he resisted the pain, shifted the axe to his left hand, wrapped the reins tightly around his right wrist a few times, took a deep breath, and stared at the white slash behind the smoke, ready to do the most violent slash.

As the smoke cleared, Doro was surprised to find that it was not the scattered firearms men, but a neat group of heavy cavalry, steel wrapped tightly in them, revealing only a pair of eyes, and the rising sun shining on their helmets, breastplates, skirts, and sharp spear tips, reflecting the light that made him scarcely open his eyes. Where did this team of iron riders come from? It was the last thought that crossed Doro's mind before the two armies collided.

It is difficult to describe in words the moment when the two armies met, spears and axes, flesh to flesh, iron and leather armor collided with each other. At this moment, martial arts, skills, and strength have all lost their meaning, and the only useful ones are discipline and iron armor. The people on horseback twisted into a ball, they slashed, wrestled, and even bit each other, and the man who fell off the horse had only one way to die, and the iron hooves would trample him into flesh, and there would be no chance of getting back up.

The victory was decided in an instant, and the Chahars were victorious, their armor and horsepower were better, their spears were superior to axes, machetes, and bones when hedged, and many of the white-armoured soldiers were pierced from their horses by several spears at the same time before they could even swing their weapons. However, it was difficult for their weapons to penetrate the heavy armor of the enemy, and a large hole was broken in the center of the Jurchen formation, and nearly 100 people were pierced, landed, and trampled, and the battlefield was filled with blood and screams.

Doro barely knew how he had survived, and with his great horsemanship, he dodged a shot in the chest from an enemy in front of him, and stabbed the man's right eye with the iron tip in front of his axe, the only place on his body that was not protected by armor. But Dora did not pay the price, a shot from the oblique stab slashed through his left rib, and the high speed brought by the war horse made the tip of the leaf-shaped spear easily open his iron leaf leather armor with a large gap, blood immediately gushed out of the wound, and the sharp pain made Doro lose his balance, if he hadn't just wrapped the reins around his right wrist a few times, he would have almost fallen off the horse's back. The two Goshkha hurriedly stepped forward and caught him in the middle, protected him and rushed over, only to save his life.

"My lord, we can't fight hard, their armor is too good!" One Goshha shouted loudly. Doro's face was pale and gloomy, he knew in his heart that he had been tricked, the enemy who attacked at night was not cowardly at all, they turned around and fled just to lure themselves to the grass where they could play the role of ironclad cavalry, but didn't the Chahars even have enough iron arrowheads? When did you have the luxury of wearing such a heavy head-to-toe armor?

The Mongols who had been rushed away by the Jurchens turned around and killed them again, most of them were just wearing leather vests and domed helmets, which made it easier to ride and shoot. The might of the ironclad cavalry boosted their morale. Although there was no order from their superiors, the battle-hardened Jurchens formed a circle, with the outer men using shields to fend off the enemy's arrows, and the inner ones returning fire with bows. They knew in their hearts that they were killing themselves by fleeing at this time, and that the enemy was all light cavalry with sufficient horsepower, and if they escaped, they would only be hunted by the Mongols like wild beasts, and finally fall victim to lassoes and horned bows. (To be continued.) )