"Hurry, hurry!" The stronghold shouted loudly, urging his tribe's soldiers to quicken their pace and spread along the low wall, ready for the final assault. He was in a conflicted mood at this time, both ecstatic at the impending victory, but also bitter at the blood that had been shed, he was extremely impressed by the power of the arquebuses and artillery used by the Ming army, he had ordered that the captured Ming shooters should not be abused, he hoped to learn how to use these weapons from these prisoners, and he even considered whether to let the Ming general surnamed Liu go, as long as the other party was willing to sell firearms to him. At this time, he suddenly envied Baturtaiji, why are they all sons, but they don't have a beautiful daughter to marry that General Liu?

"Great Khan, be careful!"

Before Shuo Lei could come back to his senses, he was knocked to the ground by a person who rushed over next to him, and he heard a loud noise, and then felt that he had been hit by many stones of different sizes on his back, and he felt a faint pain. He snorted twice, pushed the man away from him, and got up, only to see that a large piece of the low wall a few steps to his left was missing, and next to it were two corpses, one with a head gone, and the other with a large hole in his chest, faintly revealing the white ribs inside.

"Great Khan, you better go down, it's too dangerous here, the defenders' cannons are too powerful!" The guard whispered.

"What are you afraid of!" Shuo Lei snorted coldly: "No matter how powerful it is, it's useless to rush close!" He looked to the left and right, and felt that he had almost been deployed, and was about to give the order to attack, when suddenly a scream came from the end of the left flank: "The barbarian's cavalry has been killed!" ”

"Cavalry?" Scoop looked over at the sound and immediately saw the enemy's cavalry, all dressed in leather and sweaters over their armor, with the cold light peculiar to steel shining out of the place where the leather could not be hidden, and their thick beards and hair were almost joined together, making them as unkempt as the horses under their hips. The cavalry was not very numerous, no more than two or three hundred, but there was only so much room on the slope for the cavalry to gallop, and their formation was so close that it was like a great battering ram that anyone who dared to resist them was knocked down by their horses and crushed by their horses' hooves. In order to avoid being trampled under the hooves of the enemy's cavalry, the Chechen soldiers even threw away their weapons and rolled down the hill with their heads in their hands. Shuo Lei immediately realized that he should retreat, as long as he left this gentle terrace, those terrible cavalry would have nothing to do with themselves, and what was there to fear about the cavalry that stopped?

Shuo Lei had just left the terrace when a sudden exclamation came from behind him: "It's on fire, the camp is on fire!" He turned his head in annoyance, trying to teach the fussing man a lesson, but his movements suddenly stopped, and as the soldier shouted, thick black plumes of smoke rose from the rear of the Tushetu army, and he knew very well that this was the old camp of the Tushetu people, where women, the old and weak, and the cattle were located. It was the custom of the Tushetu people that men knew that their wives, children, and possessions were behind them, and before the battle the women and children wept before the men, begging their husbands and fathers to fight to the death for themselves, and to die in battle rather than see their wives and children reduced to slavery.

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet!" Shuo Lei immediately made a decision, the tears of his wife and children can make the Tushetu people braver, and now they can make them more flustered, and he is here to see if there is any benefit to be gained, instead of shedding blood for that dead fat man.

On the left flank, the banner of the Ming Army's Ningxia General Army

"My lord, there seems to be a problem in the rear of the Tushetu people, isn't there an opportunity!" Hao Shaoqi looked at the pillar of smoke rising in the distance, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Hmm!" Liu Cheng looked in the direction of Hao Shaoqi's finger: "Maybe!" He nodded noncommittally, stepped onto the dirt slope, picked up a rudimentary monocular, and began to take a final look at the entire battlefield, Hao Shaoqi commanded the guards, stood his spear and arquebus on the ground, and looked up to him with a kind of awe of the gods. Liu Cheng pondered as he looked at the slopes, bushes, meadows, rivers, mounds, and the enemy's army, the enemy army attacking Temur Mountain was retreating with the sound of the trumpet, while the enemy troops on the left and right flanks were still attacking, but their momentum was obviously weakening. No, the enemy forces in the central part were not retreating, but preparing to flee, their generals had already mounted their horses, and the army began to change from a battle formation to a marching multi-lane column. There were also more and more pillars of smoke rising in the rear of the enemy troops, and an army in the rear of the flanks that had never been engaged in battle began to move back, apparently in connection with those pillars of smoke.

Liu Cheng put down the binoculars and thought intently for a while: although he didn't know why, it was obvious that there was something wrong with the enemy's command system in front of him, and the self-action of the army in the central part exposed a big gap in the center of their line. He turned around abruptly and ordered loudly to Hao Shaoqi: "Shake the flag, you immediately lead the ironclad army to attack, and the target is the enemy's handsome banner!" ”

Liu Cheng's ironclad cavalry had a total of 1,500 people, forming a wedge-shaped formation about a mile wide. They wore iron helmets with red tassels on their heads, half-body iron armor, leather skirts nailed with iron leaves on their thighs, and carried twelve-foot spears and machetes or bones around their waists. Since the beginning of the war, these knights have been hidden in the woods, unfired, and have been waiting for this time. Now with the sound of the whining trumpet, they marched out of the woods and lined up, waiting for the call to storm.

Hao Shaoqi rode his horse to the front of the ranks, steel and leather wrapped around him, only two eyes were exposed, he raised his spear, and waved it twice above his head, taking the lead.

The whole team of ironclad cavalry, to the sound of trumpets and drums, rushed forward, their spears as dense as a forest, the sharp tips of their spears shining in the sun, and each hundred-man team formed a rectangular horizontal column, like a man. Rush out of the gap in the camel city. Liu Cheng raised his binoculars and saw them tear apart a group of Tushetu's archers, disappear into the smoke, and then appear at the other end of the smoke, always dense, man to man, horse to horse, close to each other, front to back, through the arrows that were fired at them, and plunged headlong into the huge gap in the center of the Tushetu line.

"Let's beat the drums! Order the armies to attack! Liu Cheng saw that after being driven into a wedge, the enemy's actions were obviously chaotic, and they didn't know whether to continue the attack or turn back to save their own commander, which was undoubtedly a great opportunity.

For Tushetu Khan Job, the god of fate was particularly cruel this afternoon. Victory seemed to be within reach a few moments ago, with both the Ming and Dzungar flanks pinned down by the Tushetus, and the allies of the Chechen Khan were within striking distance of taking Mount Temur. But in the blink of an eye, a fire broke out in the backyard, and the base left without saying goodbye, and a large gap was exposed in the central front, and the enemy's ironclad cavalry rushed into the gap and slaughtered straight towards their own tents, and the earth was like a huge potter's wheel, spinning, and the winner became the loser, and the loser became the winner. Qiu Bu couldn't help but feel a wave of dizziness, and subconsciously grabbed Lama Gro's sleeve and asked, "Master, what should I do?" What should I do now? ”

Gro Qiang suppressed the panic in his heart and pretended to be calm: "Great Khan, this is nothing, you still have more than a thousand personal soldiers by your side, you can hold out for a while, as long as you order the two wings to come back, you can wipe out these damn guys!" ”

"Okay, okay, blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet to bring the wingmen together in the middle!" Just like the vast majority of drowning people, Qiu Bu clung to the straw, regardless of whether he could save his life, the generals on the side hurriedly persuaded: "Great Khan, by all means, the two wings are fighting fiercely with the enemy, but you can advance but not retreat, if you order to return to help, it will only be out of control, it is better to avoid it for the time being!" ”

In a hurry, Qiu Bu could still listen to the advice of his subordinates, and shouted while waving his arms: "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet!" Are you trying to kill me? The general had no choice but to blow the horn of the retreating troops.

Woooooo

The sound of the horn resounded over the battlefield, and almost everything froze in this instant. And in the blink of an eye, it was like a thawing river, everything was being destroyed, split, collapsed, floating, and collapsing, and people crowded, collided, and trampled on each other. The warriors, who had been desperately advancing a moment ago, were now scrambling to escape. One of the chiefs lost their mounts, he snatched a horse, jumped on it, had no helmet, no weapons, he waved his arms, he called his men by name, he called them cowards, cowards, things inferior to women, and tried to drive the soldiers back, but the soldiers pushed him and his horse to the ground and trampled them under their feet. The most terrible thing on the battlefield is the rout, and the righteous Anda also slaughters each other, fighting for a way to live, which is really like a stormy wave. When the women, children, and children of the Tushetu tribe at the back of the battle saw this, they wept bitterly, and they called out the names of their husbands or fathers, cursed them, begged them, and encouraged them; Pray that men will turn back and fight for the sake of their wives and children, and that they will not see their wives and children reduced to slavery, even if they die in battle. But the mouths that boasted of bravery in the morning, and promised booty to their wives and children, were now speechless, and they no longer knew their wives and children. Chechen Taiji also came out with the Dzungar people, just chopping, killing, stabbing, and slaughtering at will. But the Tushetu did not even dare to look back, and walked forward on the dead and the living, and each one lost his reason and courage, and became a slave to fear. Meadows, woods, and mounds were filled with tens of thousands of routs. The cry, the crying, the weapons thrown on the meadow, the flags, the indifference of the same race, the indifference of up and down, there is only one kind of terror that cannot be spoken.

"A whole army of forty thousand, forty thousand troops!" Ahmat stood on the camel city, staring intently at the defeated Tushetu people, his round face with two chins full of disbelief, "Half a day's work is all gone, all gone!" The fat on his cheeks trembled, and he looked like he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"Well, after this battle, there is only one name left on the paper of the Tushetu Division!" A familiar voice came from behind him, Ahmat looked back and saw that it was Liu Cheng, he couldn't help but be taken aback, hurriedly climbed down the camel city clumsily, knelt down and kowtowed to Liu Cheng and said: "Lord Commander, forgive me, the villain didn't see you, and thought you should be here now-"

"You should still be dispatching troops and horses to pursue Tushetu Khan, right?" Liu Cheng smiled very easily: "The battle has already been won, why bother with it?" I'll leave these things to Chechen Taiji, he must be much more enthusiastic about this matter than I am! ”

"That's what the chief soldier said!" Ahmat was a smart person, and he immediately understood what Liu Cheng didn't mean in his words. The ostensible reason for Liu Cheng's expedition was that Tushetu Khan sent men to assassinate him, but the real reason was to sweep away the threat from his north, avoid the Later Jin's troops, and eliminate the destabilizing factors within his side. Whether it was the former or the latter, Liu Cheng didn't plan to leave troops in Mobei to defend it, so as long as he defeated the Tuxie Tubu and ensured that he was friendly to his own side to fill the vacuum of power after its demise, whether it was pursued or exterminated, Liu Cheng actually didn't care. And Chechen Taiji is different, he also pointed to this piece of Hu people's dragon land to build a family, as long as Tushetu Khan does not die for a day, he will not be at ease for a day, after all, no matter how incompetent Qiu Bu is, he is also a descendant of the Golden Family, a direct descendant of Dayan Khan, and it will be troublesome to be used as a banner to gather people's hearts. Now that the main goal has been achieved, why should Liu Cheng spend his precious troops and time for the benefit of Chechen Taiji?

"But since your lord sent troops to assassinate you because Tushetu Khan sent someone to assassinate you, then there must be an explanation, right?" Ahmat thought for a while, and carefully advised: "The Mongols are not afraid here, but they are afraid that there will be some trouble after the adults return to the Central Plains!" ”

Liu Cheng listened, smiled and didn't care too much, he knew very well what Ahmat meant, it was nothing more than to deal with the bullet seal of the Yushitai after he went back. This is also in his expectation, no matter whether it is a victory or defeat this time, those imperial masters will not be able to escape from the charge of "opening the border provocation without permission", and as for the hats such as "labor and salary", "rudeness", and "consumption of people's labor", there will also be a few buttons. But Liu Cheng is not afraid, although the Ming Dynasty officials are awesome, up to the Son of Heaven, down to the ministers of Zaifu, and the ministers and eunuchs have not been scolded by the officials, but in the final analysis, this is just a tool for **** imperial power and for checks and balances. In layman's terms, the bullet seal of the admonitor is like a stick, even if the dog you scolded is bloody, like a sinner through the ages, and it will be cut with a thousand knives, but as long as the Son of Heaven does not make a final decision, the stick will not be beaten down. (To be continued.) )