"Yes, sir!" The soldier answered, and took a few people with him, and when the Tushetu people on the opposite side saw it, they thought that they were looking for spoils of war on the deceased, which was also commonplace at that time, although it was a bit too much to give out the dead as soon as the battle began, but it was not possible to stop it. In a few moments, the soldier returned with twenty pieces of blood-stained leather armor.

"Good!" Take off Buhua picked up a leather armor, this thing is dirty and smelly, and it is stained with blackened blood and dust, the beggar on the side of the road is the same as the noble prince who wears this thing, he nodded with satisfaction: "You pick twenty capable ones, put on this thing, and when you have the opportunity, you will take them to mix over, and what to do next You know?" ”

"The villain understands!" The soldier laughed and said, "Throw a torch in the stable, poke a knife in the butt of the bull, hack the woman and the old man to death, what a mess!" ”

"Very good, after the deed is completed, each person will have fifty silver coins, you will have two hundred, plus two good horses, and you will be credited once!" Totobuhua waved his hand: "Seize the opportunity, when I took refuge in the chief soldier, I was not as good as you are now!" ”

"Thank you, sir!" The soldier knelt down and kowtowed, then turned and retreated. Totobuhua looked at the hill in the distance: "Now it's up to the ability of Deputy General Wang!" “

Mount Temur.

The hillside was littered with corpses, some of them from yesterday evening, but many more were new, most of them leather armor-clad Tushetu people, blood pouring out of their wounds and seeping into the dirt, making it soft and fertile, and in a few years the vegetation would grow extraordinarily luxuriantly.

"Prepare the rocket!" Shuo Lei looked up the mountain, and what did not match his rough appearance was that he was actually an extremely calm and careful person, and it was not that he did not feel that the Tushetu Khan's ministers were wary and wary of him, so he did not rashly launch a fierce attack at the beginning, but launched a tentative attack on the Tushetu people who Qiu Bu reluctantly handed over to him, firstly, to preserve his own strength, and secondly, to judge the weakness of the enemy's defense on the mountain. After some probing, he came to the conclusion that although the enemy forces on the mountains were sharp-armed, they had a limited number of troops, mainly arranged in the wooded saddle between the two mountains, so he decided to change his tactics and adopt a fire attack. At this time, a subordinate general said in a low voice: "Great Khan, don't you think it's too quiet on the Tushetu side?" ”

Shuo Lei nodded, and sneered: "Qiu Bu, a fool who thinks he is smart, must have listened to the idea of Lama Gro again, and played those unsightly little tricks, he doesn't want to think about who this battle is fought for, if we leave, will he deal with Chechen Taiji and that Han general alone?"

"Great Khan! So are we going to withdraw our troops? ”

"No, let's take a look first, it's good to fish in muddy waters!" Shuo Lei sneered: "Send someone to remind that fool, don't think that I don't know about the little tricks he played, the most unlucky thing to really play is himself!" ”

"Yes, Great Khan!"

On the big oak tree at the top of the mountain, Wang Anshi was sitting on a thick branch, observing the situation of the entire battlefield. Beside him, the soldiers were busy distributing bundles of feathered arrows and barrels of gunpowder, and under the oak trees, a simple charcoal stove had been erected, and blacksmiths were mending weapons and casting buckshots, and farther away, Sancho's men were shouting trumpets and pushing the three "long-legged" to a steep slope that had been specially heaped - this was the Spanish veteran ruffian's nickname for the three-pounder gun, so that the recoil generated when the cannon fired would push it up the steep slope, Then, when the impulse is exhausted, it will return to its original position, without the need to spend the physical strength and time of the artillery to reset it. Of course, the vast majority of people are hurrying to drink, eat, and rest, and no one knows when the next battle will begin.

"General Wang! What is Chechen Khan doing? Borza cried out with his neck cocked, the sun shining on his bare head, shining brightly, and beside him lay three empty skins, while his belly was only slightly bulging, and he had been sitting under the tree drinking sour mare's milk since early in the morning, and even when the enemy below the hill began to attack, he still sat on the cowhide cushion without moving his buttocks. The only thing this Chechen Taiji Anda did was to remove the skin from his mouth and shout loudly at the soldiers with his loud voice. However, Wang Anshi had to admit that his volume was indeed amazing, and even at the end of the ranks, he could easily hear his endless swear words in the center of the ranks.

"Why does it matter what Chechen Khan does?" It was Ozir, a proud young man whose face had been bruised a little from the previous battle, and who retorted in a scathing tone: "Anyway, no matter what he's doing, you'll be sitting there drinking sour mare's milk, and I don't think you'll put down that damn wine bag even if the enemy kills you." ”

"That's right!" As if he didn't hear the sarcasm in Ozir's words, Borza raised his left hand: "To deal with such an enemy, one hand is enough, I can drink sour mare's milk and kill the enemy at the same time!" At this, he burst out laughing.

"Damn drunk!" Ozil scolded in a low voice, he walked under Wang Anshi, tilted his head and said to Wang Anshi: "My lord, we have to do something, we can't count on this drunk-"

"Here we go!" Wang Anshi jumped down from the tree branch, and he patted the dust in his hands: "You go back to your team immediately!" ”

"The enemy down the hill has attacked?" Ozil turned his head to look down the mountain, but found that everything was as usual, and he turned his head to Wang Anshi with a puzzled gaze. Wang Anshi had to continue to explain: "Both wings of the enemy have begun to move, and we will be next. The enemy will only be able to take the mountain if he has pinned down the commander-in-chief of the mountain and the Chechen Taiji, so that they are unable to send troops to support us. ”

The sound of the horn at the foot of the mountain confirmed Wang Anshi's judgment, and Ozil glanced at him unconvinced, turned around and ran towards his own defense area.

"Forget it, I've drunk enough, it's time to get down to business!" Borza snorted, threw aside the half bag of sour mare's milk in his hand, and jumped up: "General Wang, what do you say I should do?" ”

"You?" Wang Anshi looked at the skin on the ground, then at Borza, and said with a smile: "Now is not the time for you to play, before that, you should rest under the tree first!" ”

Borza looked at Wang Anshi, as if it was the first time he saw the man in front of him, and suddenly he laughed, sat down on the cowhide again, picked up the half bag of sour mare's milk, and continued to drink.

On the broad flanks, fierce battles had begun, and Shuo Lei's warning had worked, whether voluntarily or forced, Shuo Lei gave the order to attack, and thousands of Tushetu cavalry were like waves of the sea, lapping on the Ming and Jungger lines, and the double numerical superiority allowed them to attack boldly and boldly in turn. Arrows and buckshot intertwined, spears collided with bones, and people kept falling, but the void of the fallen person was immediately filled by the next person. On the Eastern Front, dozens of Tushetu warriors broke through the camel city and almost set fire to the Ming army's powder magazine, but soon the ironclad cavalry led by Gesang cut off their rear roads and re-blocked the breakthrough. The brave warriors were immediately surrounded by the spearmen and archers who came up to defend them, and they were stabbed into hedgehogs. The screams and groans of these wretched men were muffled by the sound of gunfire, drums, trumpets, and shouts of killing, which stimulated the adrenaline of the soldiers, and made them forget their fears, fatigues, and pains, and consider themselves as mighty and brave as the gods; It wasn't until they were pierced, cut down, shot, and blood and life drained from their wounds that they realized that they were mere mortals, and that they would eventually die.

But the core of the battlefield was not on the flanks, but on Mount Temur, located in the middle of the battle line, on the slopes of which the armies of both sides were surging like waves, advancing and retreating, intertwined like reefs by the sea. As Shuo Lei ordered the release of rockets, which ignited the autumn vegetation, smoke rose from the battlefield. At first glance, there seems to be something in the smoke, but when you look closely, there is no more, the sparse places are uncertain, and the dense smoke and dust are impermanent. The soldiers in the smoke were like ghosts, as if there was a wizard with great powers, and with mysterious power drove these flesh-and-blood people to push up, drive them back, sweep them to one place, and disperse them in all directions.

By the end of the five o'clock (about two o'clock in the afternoon), the Tushetu people had already killed only a hundred steps away from the ridgeline, this is a narrow flat land about the size of an acre, Wang Anshi originally built a half-man high low wall here, there is also a row of fences in front, the shooters are under the barrier of this low wall to shoot at the enemy under the mountain, but at this time there are corpses everywhere outside the low wall, the two sides are fighting around this low wall, the Tushetu people do not have the tools to demolish the fence, they use scimitars, bones, Even the fence was torn down with bare hands, the soil on the ground was stained with blood, there were Chahars, Tumuts, Han Chinese, and of course, Tushetu and Chechens, their blood was mixed together, seeping into the dirt, just under this low wall, more than a thousand people fell, some were shot by birds and crossbows, some were beheaded, some were smashed heads, and some were strangled, and fell together, like brothers, which was originally a barrier for the defenders, but at this time it became a cemetery for both sides.

Wang Anshi stood under the old oak tree, except for his pale face, everything was as usual, arrows and stone bullets fell like rain around him, and three of his own soldiers fell in front of him. Before this, he had asked Liu Cheng for reinforcements twice, the first time Liu Cheng gave him six hundred people, the second time he gave four hundred, and when the third messenger for help appeared in front of Liu Cheng, he spat on the ground: "You go back and tell Deputy General Wang that there are no reinforcements, if there are not enough people, fill them in yourself!" ”

Shuo Lei was no better, the 3,000 people who came from Qiu Bu at the beginning had already either turned into corpses on the ground or fled in all directions, and the 6,000 Chechens he brought with him also lost a quarter, which was close to his bottom limit. He asked Job for reinforcements twice, and the half-hearted ally reluctantly gave him a thousand, which had long since been exhausted. The condescending terrain, the low walls that were built, and the commander's clever maneuvering made arquebuses, bows, and three-pounder guns incredibly powerful, but war was ultimately a numbers game, and victory belonged to the side that forced the enemy to bleed first, and the nearly five-fold numerical advantage made the forts nearly a stone's throw away.

"Isn't that new?" A frustrated voice woke Wang Anshi from his thoughts, and he turned his head to see Borza drop the last empty wine bag on the ground, and at least seven wine bags beside him. Bolza saw Wang Anshi looking at him, and suddenly laughed: "Is it time for me to play?" ”

"Yes!" Wang Anshi looked left and right and behind him, the few hours of fierce fighting had exhausted the limited strength in his hands, he hesitated for a moment, and replied: "It's just that I can't draw many people now, only a hundred people at most!" ”

"A hundred is enough!" Borza said with a smile: "General Wang, our Han people's art of war is about strategizing, and there is no last resort; We Mongolians are not, we are talking about attacking it unprepared, I have seen your dispatch just now, and I have hardly done a single wrong thing, but at the moment it is not enough to just make mistakes, we have to go out and fight to the death! ”

Wang Anshi nodded, he knew that what the other party said was right, in addition to strategy and prudence to win, sometimes it also needs to be crazy and bold, every great commander has two qualities in his soul - that is, as brave and fearless as a lion, and as cunning and cautious as a fox, his character is longer than honestly acting according to the strategy specified by his superiors, rather than throwing the strategy aside when necessary. He gritted his teeth, walked to the low wall, pointed to the enemy position below, and said: "A hundred men is still too little, I will draw the rest of the manpower to you, gather two hundred men, and later I will let Sancho bombard the middle of the enemy with artillery to attract the attention of the thieves, and you go around from the right, and then sweep the enemy's flank along the low wall, the terrain will be flatter, and the strength of the cavalry will be more exerted!" ”

"That's a good idea!" Borza looked in the direction of Wang Anshi's finger and saw a rather gentle downhill, and he nodded with satisfaction. In fact, the slope of Mount Temur is very gentle, and a good rider can even go down the mountain on horseback, but it would be stupid to try to attack the mountain with cavalry, and the cavalry will lose its greatest advantage when climbing the hill - speed, and will only become a live target for the defender's shooter, and it is easy to break his head once he falls from his horse on a rocky slope. Therefore, both sides chose to dismount and walk when climbing the mountain. But condescending is another matter, although it can't compare to the power of flat ground, but it can still exert considerable impact, especially if the attacking side is almost entirely infantry. (To be continued.) )