Wu Chucai reined in his war horse and stood on the hillside, looking at the burning camp and grain team below. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The earth trembled, and one could imagine the Mongol cavalry approaching at a rapid pace, and the taller ones could even see the black flags fluttering on the horizon. The black smoke that billowed into the sky seemed to dye the sky the color of clouds and ink, and if the Mongolian Tartars didn't react at all, it would really be wrong.

The corpses of the Mongolian cavalry guarding the camp were scattered inside and outside the camp, and these cavalry did not expect the enemy to suddenly kill out, so they were basically killed and wounded in the first shot. And those people who helped transport grain and grass and clean up the camp tents were directly dispersed by Wu Chucai.

Hundreds of torches were thrown down at the same time, and even if there was more grain and grass, it could be reduced to ashes in a short time. And by the time the Mongol army came in a hurry, it was too late.

A group of leading Mongol cavalry had already rushed over, and they did not even stop to check the situation of the camp, because the culprit of all this stood proudly on the hillside not far away, quietly overlooking them, the red banner hunted and danced in the wind, and at their feet, the corpses of the Mongol cavalry were layered on top of each other, and the black banner symbolizing the might of the Mongol army was trampled under the horse's hooves by the first cavalryman.

Seeing the Mongol cavalry coming, the horse gently shook its hooves as if it had a spirit, and kicked the banner stained with blood and mud down the hillside.

The war horse neighed, and the voice was filled with pride and disdain.

No one could stand such a provocation, especially the Mongol cavalry, which galloped thousands of miles on the steppe without an opponent. The two teams of 1,000 men quickly dispersed from the left and right sides, and rushed towards the hillside, and one of the cavalrymen had already drawn their bows and arrows, and as long as their commander gave the order, they dared to pat their chests and promise to shoot these fellows who did not know the height of the sky and the height of the earth into hedgehogs.

But before the Mongol cavalry could charge forward, the sound of horses' hooves, which was as dense as a summer rainstorm, had already torn the air, and the snow swords and guns shone blindingly in the bleak winter sun. Along both sides of the hillside, the Ming cavalry roared and rushed over, they were already lying in ambush on both sides of the hillside, and the Mongolian cavalry had already killed under their noses.

At this time, no bows and crossbows worked, and the two sides were close enough to stab each other in the chest. And unfortunately for Mongolia, not only are they outnumbered, but they are also taken by surprise. Thousands of Ming cavalry chopped melons and vegetables, and generally cut down the Mongolian cavalry that was caught off guard to the ground.

"Ambush, there is an ambush!" The eyes of a Mongolian centurion widened, but before he could react, a lance had pierced his chest, and a bright blood flower bloomed on his chest. The centurion looked down in disbelief at the horse's lance, which was rapidly drawn, and then slowly fell from his horse's back to the ground.

Return to the dirt.

With the sound of war horses, Tang Zhen rode straight up the hill, until he walked to Wu Chucai's side, and said with a smile: "There is not much left of the two thousand-person team in this battle." It was not in vain that we tried our best to cross the Bashui from the north, and then to the Chanshui, and rushed over panting. ”

If you want to cross Bashui, you can not only pass the Baqiao, but also go north from the north of Lintong, and then go around in a circle to eliminate a few Mongolian patrols with a small number of people in the north of Chanshui, and then continue to cross the Chanshui to the south, although it is a waste of time to go around a big circle, but it is the best way to avoid the Mongolian surveillance troops at the east gate and Baqiao.

At that time, after receiving the news from Wu Chucai, Tang Zhen and Jiang Tie did not hesitate at all, these two guys are not cautious personalities, and more importantly, they are in the direction of Jingzhao Mansion on tiptoe in Lintong every day, they are naturally very anxious, and now they have finally figured out the intentions of the Mongolian Tartars, so naturally they can't let them go easily.

Maybe there is still something suspicious about this news, but Tang Zhen and Jiang Tie are very clear that they have no time to think and hesitate.

The battlefield was supposed to be a gamble again and again, and this time they chose to attack at the same time.

It is precisely because of the timely arrival of the main force of this cavalry that Wu Chucai and their movements can be so fast, otherwise they may not have burned a few places of grain and grass before they were surrounded by the Mongolian cavalry who rushed over.

"The main forces of the Mongol Tatars are getting closer." Looking at the black crowd that gradually appeared on the horizon, Tang Zhen couldn't help but take a light breath. And Jiang Tie and Wu Chucai beside him slowly clenched the reins of the horse at the same time. Thousands of Ming cavalry stood silently on the hillside, the bows and crossbows in their hands had been slowly leveled, and there was an unconcealable killing intent in their eyes.

After holding back for so many days, when they finally found a way to show their skills just now, these cavalrymen, who usually call themselves strong divisions, naturally want to have another hearty battle with the Mongols, although the main force of the Mongols has seventy or eighty thousand people, but they are not the slightest afraid.

In the minds of the Ming soldiers, there is no word "afraid"!

However, people with a little bit of brains understand that the main force of this Mongolian Tatar is not reserved for them. The sound of killing in the distance shook the sky, and the rumbling drums seemed to drown the whole world. The billowing smoke and dust stretch from the far side of the eye to this side!

Wang Jin in the city is not a fool, there was a great chaos in the rear of the Mongol Tatars, and even the besieging departments were scrambling to retreat, or in other words, they were unable to form an army. Such a good opportunity Wang Jin naturally can't watch it slip away, and more importantly, the soldiers of the Shence Army in the city have been holding their heads under the obscenity of the return cannon for so many days.

Now that the Mongol Tartars were in chaos because of this sudden change, Wang Jin did not hesitate to give the order for the whole army to attack. Some soldiers even jumped directly from the city wall that had been smashed out of the gap, and began to pursue the Mongol army first, rows of flying thunder cannons even rushed out of the city gate directly, rows of wooden planks that had been prepared long ago were placed on the moat full of blood and mud at the same time, one by one the combat boots trampled on the blood and the corpses, and the spears flashed with the winter sun and snow.

The mountains are all over the field, and the red flag is rolling.

"Brothers, kill the Tartars!" Wang Jin held the knife in his hand and pointed straight ahead!

Countless soldiers of the Ming army shouted at his side, and rows of soldiers marched forward with firm steps. At this moment, it was as if they had forgotten the pain and exhaustion, and only a terrifying fire burned in their eyes!

The backward Mongolian soldiers were cut to the ground by the Ming soldiers who pounced on them from behind, and more people did not pay attention to such scattered enemies at all, and just rushed forward desperately. In front of them, the Mongol army, which had been fluctuating because of the fire in the camp, had been completely panicked, and all the men and horses were torn apart, and the guards were protecting their generals and fleeing for their lives.

For a while, no one cared about the scattered guerrillas.

The Mongol Han soldiers, Tang Wu people, and even the Semu people were scurrying like headless flies in the field, and the Mongolian cavalry had quickly gathered to protect the retreat of Namuhan and other commanders and generals, where could they still take care of these people who were one race lower than themselves.

"Quick, keep rushing!" Wang Jin raised his arms and yelled, and at the same time instructed the generals around him, "Tell the guys in front of you to get out of the way and spare them from dying!" ”

In fact, at this time, there was no need for Wang Jin's orders, and when the Ming army roared and swept by, most of the Mongol Han soldiers had already made way for each other, and threw away their blades and knelt on their sides, bowing their heads and waiting for the victors to fall.

Even those desperate Semu people and even Mongols fell to their knees on both sides of the official road. Seeing this situation, the chests of the soldiers of the Ming army were already hot, who would have thought that not long ago, on this field and official road, there were still gathered Mongolian troops and endless convoys, but in an instant, all this disappeared. Instead, there were endless columns of Ming troops, countless foot soldiers marching forward, red dragon flags fluttering above their heads.

The red dragon on the banner seemed to be alive, under the gaze of everyone, against the backdrop of fire and blood, roaring in the sky and flying scales and claws!

The huge trebuchet that once brought nightmares to the defenders was like a child that no one wanted scattered on the field, and the surrounding craftsmen, people, and soldiers had already broken down and did not know where to go, allowing these huge weapons that had once made great achievements to fall into the hands of the Ming army. The grain carts scattered in the field, the ownerless war horses, and the Mongolian soldiers who gave up resistance in despair all tell who the final victor of this war was.

The hooves of the war horse stepped heavily on a Mongolian black flag, and Wang Jin hurriedly said: "In which direction did the Mongolian Tartar cavalry run?!" ”

"North, straight north!" A Du Tou rushed over, "Du Yuhou and several generals of the Praetorian Guard have already led their men and horses to catch up!" ”

"Then we can't say anything bad!" Wang Jin smiled heartily, "Tang Hanxiao wants to come out on top, how can it be so easy!" The guards rushed with a certain person, and the rest stayed to clean up the battlefield! ”

Wang Jin directly snatched a red dragon flag from the hands of a ten-year-old general, and immediately shouted loudly: "The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, a good son is born in this battle, how fortunate it is, follow so-and-so, rush!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, he rushed out first, his banner waving in the wind. And more than 100 personal guards cavalry behind him excitedly instigated their horses at the same time. As if in front of them were not tens of thousands of Mongol cavalry, but victory and glory!

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Na Muhan didn't expect that his army of seventy or eighty thousand would collapse so quickly, let alone that the Ming army would come so quickly. They seemed to have already held back their strength, waiting for the Mongols to show their defeat, and then, like a pack of crazy wolves, they directly pounced on them and bit off the flesh and blood of the Mongol army one by one.

It's like the Mongols' favorite tactics.

Almost in an instant, there were only more than 10,000 Mongolian cavalry left around Na Muhan, and more importantly, he didn't know how many Ming cavalry roared up from the left and right sides behind him, and so far Na Muhan has not figured out how he failed, where did these southern barbarians come from, could it be that the Shura and Yaksha in hell suddenly appeared?!

didn't have time to think about it, Na Muhan only knew that he had been defeated, and he was defeated. What's more important is that in front of him, the frozen water is like a jade belt of tranquility without the slightest ripple, lying across the field. Na Muhan raised his eyebrows, and he had already vaguely guessed how this large number of Ming cavalry had bypassed the Mongol army at the east gate.

Chanshui, they crossed Bashui to the north, and went around in a circle to cross Chanshui to the south!

This is the farthest road, and it is also the road that no one in Mongolia guards and guards!

I have to say that the southern barbarians did choose the most tricky angle, and also chose the most appropriate time, all the grain and grass in Mongolia were hoarded in a camp waiting to go north, and for the sake of secrecy, there were not many people stationed in the camp.

This is the best chance to give the Southern Barbarians.

But how did they seize this moment? Na Muhan's heart was full of suspicions, and he even suspected that there was a spy of the Southern Barbarians around him. But now he can't think about it, because he now has an even more difficult task to face.

How to cross the water before the Southern Barbarians' pursuers arrive!

"The bridge, the bridge on the water! Quick, to the east! "Namuhan is even a little incoherent.

He had experienced a lot of battles, but he had never been in such a desperate situation as he was today, with the frozen water in front of him and the Southern Barbarian cavalry getting closer and closer behind him.

The same panicked Mongolian cavalry hurriedly turned the horse's head to the east, not far away, there was a trestle bridge used by Mongolia to transport grain and grass, at this time it was already clear to see the ice on the river surface before and after the trestle I don't know when it has melted a lot, the river surface is no longer as neat as a mirror unpolished ice surface, but a huge ice floe!

In an instant, Na Muhan had some palpitations, fortunately he didn't order to cross the river from the ice just now, otherwise I am afraid that people will not be able to save them if they fall, and if they go around and around like this by the river, I am afraid that the crazy southern barbarians will catch up.

Although he didn't know how many Southern Barbarians there were behind him, Na Muhan knew that he didn't have the capital to fight hard with the Southern Barbarians, and he didn't even have the qualifications. What he had to do now was to bring these soldiers to the steppe in their entirety, because the vast enemy from the Western Regions and from Kipchak was getting closer and closer, and Kublai Khan had no troops at all at hand.

This is not only elite, but also loyal to the 10,000 cavalry of the Golden Family, which is the last force that Kublai Khan can rely on now!

A famous cavalryman cautiously crossed the violently shaking trestle bridge, and Namuhan looked back in a hurry, the billowing smoke and dust were getting closer and closer, but there was no figure of the Ming cavalry. Although Na Muhan was very surprised and surprised in his heart, until he crossed the trestle with the last hundred guards of the army, the Ming cavalry did not show his figure again.

Looking at the Mongolian cavalry leaving in a hurry like a lost dog, Ye Yingwu exhaled softly. And standing in front of and behind him, Wang Jin, Tang Zhen and others, who were forcibly stopped by the Praetorian Guards, all had puzzled and puzzled looks on their faces.

"It's finally just in time." Ye Yingwu put away his clairvoyance and chuckled.

"Your Highness, our cavalry will catch up and stop it, as long as it can be dragged to the back and the foot soldiers arrive, these Mongolian Tartars will not be able to escape even if they have three heads and six arms, why does Your Highness let them go?!" Wang Jin Huo Ran took two steps forward and said hurriedly.

Although they also had the same question in their hearts, Jiang Tie and Wu Chucai still turned sideways slightly, pressing their swords in their hands, if Wang Jin took another step forward, it would be to collide with His Highness, as the commander of the guard, they naturally would never allow such a situation to happen.

No matter what decision His Highness makes, in the eyes of the Praetorian Guard, His Highness is right.

Ye Yingwu glanced at Wang Jin, and stood solemnly on the hillside looking at the battlefield with wolf smoke, so that people could not see that His Royal Highness King Ming was recovering from a serious illness.

Coughing lightly, Ye Yingwu Huoran took out his sword, picked up a little snow on the hillside in the shocked eyes of the people around him, and said lightly while carefully examining it: "The Mongolian Tartars are now in civil strife, and I don't want to see Kublai Khan disappear like this." Give him back 10,000 people, let him and Hai go desperately, it's best to fight and lose! ”

After a pause, Ye Yingwu looked around, wiped his sword with a smile and put it away again, and walked down the hillside: "Our war is over!" ”

Looking at Ye Yingwu's back on the hillside, Wang Jin and Tang Zhen glanced at each other and exhaled softly.

His Royal Highness is really a good means and calculating, and he still can't see him so far after all! (To be continued.) )