In the early morning of autumn, the mist on the grassland has not yet dissipated, and the cool sun in the east has just come out of its head, and the sound of the horn can't wait to chirp violently.

"Woo, woo," the Tartar cavalry, who had hurriedly risen from the camp, did not have time to nibble on two mouthfuls of jerky, and in the midst of the centurion's shouting and scolding, they went to the ravine behind the camp to lead their horses, and began to saddle and hang their pedals, looking for their respective tribes to assemble.

The flow of people and horses was staggered, and the whole camp was in a mess and noisy, and a team of thousands of people quickly gathered, and the Tartar cavalry, who led the horses, stood and sat down and began to eat, waiting for the order to attack.

The eyes of the 14,000 cavalry were staring at the big banner outside the golden tent in the center of the camp, as long as the big flag waved, they would step on their horses to charge and fight in the sound of the battle horn, and get their due gain.

The thousand Tartars who were ordered to guard the camp were made up of cavalry from several small tribes, and this small mixed cavalry corps, which had always been left to do the dirty work, was naturally very little captured.

No one noticed that among the tattered cavalrymen, a dozen stout Tartar soldiers were neatly gathering their pack horses, and their eyes were from time to time scanning the backs of the few looking south outside the eye-catching Phnom Penh tent.

In the muddy clearing outside the camp, hundreds of sick pack horses were being hurried to the southern hills by a team of Tartars wielding their whips and shouting loudly.

There were also two herds of pack horses, of varying numbers, who had to wait for the first half of the incense, to drive through the passage through which the Tartars were charged, and to make their way. In order to raise these pack horses, all the pack horses that pulled carts and pack goods were collected.

With bloodshot eyes and a fishy smell of wine in his mouth, he stood outside the tent with his scimitar in his hand, squinted at the horses in the distance, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm angrily, "Wohaug, Lanelt said okay?" ”

Standing behind him, Wo Haug bowed down and replied, "My lord, I said yesterday that once our attack began, they would immediately launch a flank attack, and now it is estimated that the men and horses have been assembled,"

"Hmph," Collapsed Wolf's thick nostrils spewed out a sigh of resentment, "That damn old slippery head, even if he is ready, I'm afraid it will take an hour at night to launch, and it's really not easy for him to be a pioneer,"

"Then, my lord, are we also an hour in the evening," Vohauge suddenly changed his face, and angrily suggested, that a lot of food and grass had been spent, and that if Ranelt hadn't been cannon fodder, he would have worked in vain yesterday.

"No, use our fire horse array first, hehe, I don't believe it, send out three waves, how much effect can the jumping thunder drummed up by the Galen tribe and the Ming people do," sneered a few times, and waved his hand, "Our artillery hasn't been used yet,"

"After the horses, blow the trumpet to attack, first hit him with artillery for an hour, and see if he will move?"

Compared with Ranelte's cunning, the rough-faced Ta Wolf Wa is even more black-hearted, he can please Jinong not by pretending to be stupid, being able to fight well is his greatest capital, otherwise those tribal leaders under his command would have run out long ago.

Turning over his hand and taking the binoculars handed by the guard, Tawolfwa skillfully pulled the barrel open, looked carefully at the opposite side, looked at the Tartar cavalry, lit the torch in his hand to the ghee-soaked horsetail, and then grinned.

"Boom," the horses neighed, startled by the scorching flames, and began to gallop with all their might, and although some ran away in both directions, most of the pack horses followed the group, and galloped straight to the opposite hill.

In the shot, the thunderbolts jumping up from the grass exploded in the herd, although from time to time they tore down a lot of pack horses, and the stumps were full of flesh and blood, but the smile of the tower wolf was even stronger, and finally even laughed.

"Hahahaha, it's really stupid, Mingren's fire bull trick really works," the triumphant Ta Wolf Wa, waved his hand to let Wohago continue to release the second wave of pack horses, but he didn't see it, and Wohauge, who turned around, had a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes on his respectful flat face.

He killed the internal barbarian card with his black hand and annexed the five thousand elite cavalry, without being punished at all, but his strength increased greatly for a while, but it also gave the following cadres a reminder that it does not seem so far away to be in the upper position, it depends on whether there is a suitable opportunity.

There is a way that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and Ta Wolf Wa did not realize that some people had begun to taste the bitter wine he brewed.

"Boom, boom," the pack horses that were driven over by the Tartars in succession trampled on the minefield laid by the Qin stones, and the bursts of explosions made the pack horses scream again and again, which also indicated that this already sparse minefield had been broken.

Xiao Ye, who was standing in the trench halfway up the hill, stared at the minefield that roared from time to time, and the corners of his mouth flashed a wry smile, fortunately, the Tartar gave him a night of space, giving him the opportunity to hide the sergeant in the trench, otherwise this slash would not be able to fight today.

The two trenches above and below the hill, as well as the two ditches filled with rainwater outside, were his greatest reliance.

In the trench where he stood, a trench five miles away stretched out from the left and right, and not only was Dudin's barracks stationed, but the personal guards and his Chinese army also hid in, and all kinds of supplies were also moved in, and the large tent behind him was basically empty.

Hao Yongliang's artillery team and heavy machine guns have all entered the trenches, and except for a few lookout posts on the top of the hill, they have now become suspicious.

"Peng, Peng," sporadic low gunshots rang out from the trench in front, it was Qin Shi who was with Wang Hu, and they hit it, and the power of the shotgun's ultra-long range knocked more than a dozen pack horses that broke through the minefield directly to the ground.

The pack horses, which had come in groups, were startled by the flames, and soon broke through the minefield, and most of the dead and wounded, including the surviving pack horses, rushed to the first line of trenches, the one that was full of rain.

Of course, pack horses that come within range become targets for shotguns.

Looking down, a dozen sturdy sergeants rushed out of the trench, carrying the slain pack horses nearby, and rushed back to the trench, causing bursts of cheers there. As for the pack horses that fell in the minefield, naturally no one dared to take the risk of picking them up.

These pack horses that were killed by the bombing, whether it was Xiao Ye or Wang Hu, they all secretly smacked their tongues when they saw it, nearly 400 live pack horses were lost by the Tartars in this way, and the horses on the grassland were really worthless.

With the heating bag and clean water, the horse meat was cut into thin slices, and it was dipped in the boiling water of the iron helmet, dipped in salt foam and chopped shallots, but it was very delicious, and Xiao Ye liked it very much after tasting it once.

Of course, if there is a little more rare pepper powder, the taste will be even better, but unfortunately the treasure that the man takes care of there, even the centurion will not come much.

"Didi, Didi," the sharp sound of the copper flute soon came from the top of the hill, Xiao Ye swallowed his saliva, held the iron helmet on his head, and squatted in the trench like Wang Ziliang; Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, the power of the Tartar artillery has been taught earlier, and we can't hide if we can't afford to provoke it.

"Whoosh, whoosh," the roar of the cannon in the distance could be heard overhead, and five round and black iron balls slammed into the tent area and smashed straight through the tent area.

"Click, pop," the sound of the tent tearing and the breaking of the wooden frame sounded one after another, and the scalp tingled to hear it.

On the grassland, less than four miles from the northwest end of the hill, Lanelt and his tribal cavalry, who had been standing for a long time, were a little dazzled by the telescope held in front of him, but the order to attack was delayed.

He also clearly saw the thunder that burst up and swept across the horses, and although he couldn't hear the sound, he was already in a cold sweat; On the seemingly calm grassland in front of me, there won't be that kind of thunder.

"Lord Lanelt, let's hurry up and send troops," a commander next to Lanelt anxiously urged, and the horses under his seat were also digging their hooves restlessly.

"Wait, I haven't seen it yet," murmured, and Ranellet didn't know whether he was explaining or talking to himself, still unmoved; The 9,000 cavalry behind him was his family, and once he was destroyed as easily as those pack horses, he didn't even have a chance to regret it.

"You, you promised Lord Tawolfwa," cried the Commander, blushing, and pressed his large hand directly on the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, with a threatening face; He was an officer sent by Tawolfwa to supervise the old fellow who didn't do his job.

Sweeping the stout officer with cold eyes, Lanelt still frowned, cautiously observing the terrain at the western end of the opposite hill, although a large force of cavalry had appeared behind the hill, but that was not the point, I was afraid that it was the bait of the Galen tribe.

"Ranelte, you dare to go against the Blood Alliance," the faint sound of bull's horns in the distance rushed one after another, and the stout officer was suddenly furious, and the big hand holding the hilt of the sword was just clenched, and a swarthy barrel suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bump," in the officer's stunned eyes, the Huang family's short fire gun suddenly spewed out a puff of gunsmoke, and the projectile spun out of the barrel, hitting the cowhide armor on the thick officer's chest in the blink of an eye, exploding a thumb-thick blood hole.

"You, so ruthless," the stout officer, whose face was white, looked down at his blood-gushing chest, stared at the beads of his eyes and shook twice, and flipped off his horse, and the two panicked guards behind him did not have time to draw their weapons, and were soon hacked to death on the spot by the scimitars around the left and right.

The sound of stubble chopping flesh and broken bones, less than a few breaths, there was no movement.

"Noise, the following offense, deserve to die," the smoke of the fire bolt was inserted into the holster next to the saddle, and the corners of Lanelte's mouth twitched slightly, "The Galen tribe is infested with rangers, and the deputy commander of Yamu was unfortunately attacked, he was killed by the scouts of the Galen tribe, remember?" ”

"Yes, little one remember," replied the guards around the captain, carrying their guns and bloodiths.

There was a booming sound like thunder, and Lanelt couldn't help but raise the corners of his eyebrows, carefully put the telescope into his arms, and his eyes rolled quickly.

"The blood alliance cannot be violated, blow the trumpet, and send a team of cavalry to charge into battle," for a long time, Ranelte pointed his horsewhip, his waist was straight, and shouted in high spirits, "Do not come within a mile of the hill, turn around and come back,"

I want Lao Tzu to be cannon fodder, hum, you are still too tender Tawolf Wa, Lanelt flicked his horse whip viciously, and the Tartar soldiers on the side urged the horn, and the three commanders took the lead in wielding maces, leading their own cavalry to rumble out, and for a while the horse's hooves shook and the momentum was extraordinary.

During the period of trading with Fort Eagletalon, Lanayt sent several of his henchmen out one after another, and after getting close contact with the small group of horses, he got a lot of news; He knew that the Eagle Claw Fort, which belonged to the Galen tribe, was by no means as small a force as it seemed, and the fire/gun was a sergeant's hand.

The kind of big killer that can fire projectiles continuously, as well as the small cannon that can move quickly, he heard about it, and he was naturally jealous.

The Huang family caravan, which had never broken off transactions with him secretly, brought him detailed information.

How many people the Ming people have, Lanai is not clear, but it is definitely several times more than ten times more than the Tatars, they are the backers of the Galen tribe, plus the fire/guns that can be fired continuously, and the solid stone fort, he does not think that his 10,000 cavalry can gnaw a tall stone fort.

What's more, he has already tasted the sweetness of selling the goods from the transaction, and the dozen or so tribes attached to him can also drink some oil and water.

As for the craftsmen who made those goods, or even the source channels of the goods, Ranelte had no interest, as long as he could buy them nearby, why bother looking for the source and finding himself to make them? No kidding, those craftsmen who stole them are stupid to death.

The ancestors of the Tatar warriors did not have a hobby of hard work, and looting was the right way to make a fortune.

On the dreary steppe, the cold wind was blowing, and the cavalry of Tawolfwa finally began to attack, and the horse corps rushed like a tide, swarming along the road trampled by the pack horses, and the sound of trumpets and horns.

"Whoa," the hideous-looking Tartar cavalrymen, wielding scimitars, round shields, and maces, roared excitedly and kept speeding up their horses, and the hooves of the horses on the low hills opposite could be trampled up with a single blow.

The orders handed down by the various families in this battle were enough to make the brigade composed of these tribes laugh happily and rush forward without any encouragement.

Of course, behind them, Ta Wolf Wa led seven thousand cavalry to suppress the formation, so that these tribal leaders who took the lead did not have the small calculation to temporarily avoid the limelight, and they would be beheaded and robbed of the clan if they slacked off in battle.

Immediately behind the charging horses were the five hundred firemen/spearmen of Tawolfwa, who held three-foot-high wooden shields, and shrunk as far as they could on their horses, the arquebuses around their necks emitting green smoke.

For the cavalry, the distance of about five miles was only half a bag of cigarettes, and when there was a sporadic roar in the minefield under the hill, the tide of the Tartar cavalry had already rushed to the first ditch.

The five cannons in the distance stopped firing, and Wang Hu and Qin Shishi also saw the appearance of the Tartar on the opposite side clearly, and pulled the fire/gun in their hands.

"Peng, Peng, Bumper," the sound of fire/gunfire and shotguns rang out one after another, and the gun grenades drew an arc, but what worried Xiao Ye was that the more than 1,500 sergeants in the trenches below couldn't shoot a few rounds of neat rows of guns.

Although the sergeants of the Night Owl Banner Team fired a grenade from time to time, for the high-speed and mobile cavalry, it was simply dispensable, and it was useless to injure a few or a dozen of them.

"Tutu, Tutu, Tutu," not far away, two heavy machine guns also began to fire intermittently, the smooth firepower in the past, today is like an old man with a cold, stumbling and making people angry.

Damn the rain, damn the damp, seeing the Tartar horses on the opposite side who had broken through the minefield, they all jumped over the ditch, Xiao Ye took off the rifle on his back and waved his hand forward; Yang Eighteen, who was following closely behind Xiao Ye, immediately shouted at the top of his voice.

"Guards, guards, rifle preparation,"

In the second trench, the guards and guards holding rifles jumped into the trench, knelt down on one knee and stretched out the rifles in their hands, and the sound of loading bullets was loud; It was about a hundred paces from the trenches below, and rifle support could only hit the Tartars who were close.

"Woo, boom, boom," Hao Yongliang's artillery team began to shoot, and the four lightning cannons fired rapidly, but they couldn't stop the red-eyed Tartar cavalry on the opposite side.

Eight thousand Tartar cavalry rushed up, scattered and overwhelming, even if one shot knocked down one, one cannon bombarded two, the rapid assault of the Tartars did not stagnate at all like mercury, and a gap was blown out, which would soon be filled by the cavalry behind.

Stepping over the corpses of their companions on the ground, the scarlet-eyed Tartars began to cross the second ditch with a bang.

"Woo, woo," the rifles burst out on the hill, and Dudin's barracks immediately joined in the fire, but the rain of a day and a night made one of the damp paper bullet casings become a dud, and the sergeants with red faces hurriedly raised their guns and returned their bullets, and the position was in chaos.

"Boom, boom, boom," the earth-shattering thunder smashed out like raindrops, coupled with the support of rifle fire, finally made the offensive of the Tartar cavalry stagnate, and the cavalry and war horses that fell to the ground fell on both sides of the ditch one after another.

But then a three-eyed fire bolt rushed up from the Tartar brigade, which made Xiao Ye stunned.

"Peng, Peng," a dense roar exploded, and the three-eyed firearms exploded almost simultaneously, setting off bursts of gray-white gunsmoke, and more Tartar cavalry took advantage of the situation to rush through the vicinity of the smoke-filled ditch, and one after another sharp arrows rained down on the top of the trench, and the roar of wah-and-a roar was in the ears.

The three-eyed firearm is a good weapon for striking the target, sweeping the rain of bullets in the face, and three waves of splitting heads and faces smashed over, and the sergeants with their upper bodies exposed to the trenches had no time to dodge at all, and suddenly the wailing and screaming in the trenches were all over, and the sergeants of Wang Hu and Qin Shi were directly overturned by more than 50 people, covering their faces and rolling in the trenches.

Another arrow that slashed his head and covered his face made the sergeant in the trench curl up, allowing the rusty arrow to shoot through his shoulders and back.

The fearless Tartar cavalry was like a raging tide, and with a wave of their swords, they were about to flood the first messy trench at the foot of the hill.

Wang Hu and the two teams of Qin Shi couldn't resist the impact of the Tartars, seeing that the iron hooves and scimitars of the Tartar cavalry were slashed on their heads, Xiao Ye, who was so anxious, had to put down the rifle in his hand and pulled Yang Shibai beside him, "Go, take the pro-guards to kill Lao Tzu and take them back,"

Yang Eighteen, who was crackling with the rifle, dropped the guy in his hand without hesitation, pulled out the box cannon in his waist, and roared without looking back, "Pro-guard, the lord has an order, kill me,"

"Kill," the two hundred guards, who had been ready to move for a long time, put down their rifles, and rushed down the hill with box guns and short-fired guns, and pounced on the trench with great momentum.

"My lord," several guards standing beside Xiao Ye, like a big bull, looked at Xiao Ye with blank eyes, and when they saw Xiao Ye waving his hand, they were immediately overjoyed, and happily jumped out of the trench, and caught up with the guards in a few jumps, and threw out earth-shattering thunder from afar.

At this time, in the trench at the foot of the hill, Wang Hu and Qin Shishi, with a group of guards, had already fought face-to-face with the Tartars.

Of course, the horned bow of the Tartar was also useless, and the scimitar and mace became the sharpest weapons.

"Dang, dang," holding the fire/gun to resist the scimitar of the Tartar twice, a lean sergeant was knocked to the ground, taking the opportunity to pass the fire/gun, and the muzzle of the gun pulled the trigger on the Tartar on the horse, but the fire/gun that did not go off at the critical moment was not as good as a wooden stick.

"Haha," the smirking Tatar cavalryman swept his scimitar viciously, and the sharp blade that had slashed diagonally was about to slash at the sergeant's neck, and with a whoosh, a short crossbow bolt pierced his face.

Repeating crossbows, which were temporarily allocated to the sergeants, as well as a large number of short firearms, played an important role in the short combat with the Tartars, but the continuous flow of Tartar cavalry soon overwhelmed the more than 1,000 recalcitrant infantry.

"Boom, boom" "Boom, boom," a series of crisp box cannon sounds, and the earth-shattering thunder that exploded behind the Tartar, lifted the spirit of Wang Hu, who was covered in blood, and Qin Shi, who was holding the sky-shattering thunder to fight hard, also loosened the fire rope and retreated to the hill with the sergeants.

"Suddenly, suddenly," "boom, boom," with the support of lightning guns and heavy machine guns, the guards and guards who rushed over were killed, and after a rush, they responded to Wang Hu and Qin Shishi, who had retreated, and slowly retreated to the trench in the middle of the hill.

Seeing that the war horse could not quickly rush up the hill, the firearms on the opposite side were really fierce, and the Tartars left countless dead bodies, so they gave up the attack in embarrassment, and withdrew far from the range of the lightning cannon.

The Wang Hu War Barracks and the Night Owl Banner Team, which were withdrawn in embarrassment, although the officers above the rank of even were protected by protective clothing, but after some counting, Xiao Ye was stunned to find that this short contact battle actually caused him to lose two centurions, more than a dozen capable commanders, and more than 300 sergeant casualties.

"This battle is a fart fight," Xiao Ye, who was angry, ran to Hao Yongliang, pointed at the centurion's nose, and scolded hoarsely, but the heavy machine gun was poorly maintained, and Hao Yongliang, who knew nothing about it, could only lower his head and be scolded half to death.

In the face of such a huge scene, in a hurry, most of the lightning strikes were off target, and Hao Yongliang was ashamed and embarrassed.

Under Wang Ziliang's persuasion, Xiao Ye, who knew that the responsibility was not Hao Yongliang, could only ask the medical staff and Gu Jialang to try their best to treat the wounded, and the deceased was sent to the back of the hill for temporary placement.

"Give up the trench below and hold this trench with all your troops," Xiao Ye, who was helpless, issued a military order to concentrate his troops, and the sergeants under Duding once again picked up the shovel and began to expand the width of the trench.

This trench dug on the gentle slope of the hill became Xiao Ye's only support against the Tartar cavalry, and there was no need to think about retreating, and the steppe was looking for death compared with the Tartars.

At Ranelt, under the watchful eye of the two thousand cavalry of the Aman and Wedge Heha Mountains, the three thousand Tartar cavalry rushed left and right, but they did not set foot in that place that must be passed, and a little closer to the hill could hear the short horn sound behind them, and summoned the Tartars who were holding back their strength.

In the telescope, Ranelte saw that directly north of the hill, a thousand infantry, could force the boundless large force of cavalry to retreat temporarily, and strengthened his determination to feint, even if he turned against Tawolfwa, he would not risk his life to die.

As for the Blood Alliance, there was no agreement in the oath that he would attack with all his might, and he would be willing to be a fisherman, and he would never be able to do it as a stupid bird.

At noon, the rested Tartar cavalry once again spread out with a clamour, and after a two-hour artillery bombardment, they split into two huge arrows and swooped down again on the unknown hill.

Tawolf Wake saw clearly, with Lenert pinning down the cavalry on the flank, and in the last round of attacks, the cavalry of the Galen tribe did not come out to cover, so it was worth continuing to attack.

Although more than 800 cavalry were lost in a single assault, it was the cavalry of the subordinate tribes, and his descendants of the cavalry were unscathed, and simply attacked the foot of the hill, forcing the Galen tribe to abandon the ditch at the foot of the hill.

The overwhelming numerical superiority of the number of troops made Tawolfwa so confident that he forgot about Ranelte.

The five hundred musketeers were not badly wounded, and this time it was still a sharp knife in his hand, but it was a pity for the fire/spearmen of that fellow of Ranelte, otherwise they would have gathered together and would have hit the top of the hill in the morning.

Woo, the horn of war sounded fiercely, testing Xiao Ye's strength of the tower wolf tile, this time the army came out, tens of thousands of war horses galloped on the vast grassland, and the horses' hooves trampled on the inconspicuous vine grass among the wild grasses.

This time, in addition to the hundred guards around him, Ta Wolf Wa sent all his troops, he didn't believe it, a small tribe with a big fart can withstand the huge waves that will pass like a flood, and he has seen more tragedies of praying mantis blocking cars.

Riding on a high-headed war horse, twisting his face, Ta Wolf Wa saw the cavalry left behind on the right side of the camp, and immediately felt bad, "Come on, gather those cavalry, Captain Ben Wan will take them to charge and kill them personally, and vow to build a Jingguan on that hill to set an example,"

This is his territory, does he need to keep a foothold? Tawolfwa scoffed.

Hao Yongliang, who was scolded by Xiao Ye, was ruthless at this time, did not eat or drink during the noon break, and personally supervised the sergeant to wipe every bullet on the bullet chain with a dry cloth, and the various parts of the heavy machine gun were repeatedly brushed with vegetable oil, and the machine spring was pulled over and over again to ensure smooth firing.

The young men who were transferred from the logistics team also opened boxes of shells, carefully wiped each shell, and laid out a long slide in the trenches. Under the base support of the lightning blaster, a large piece of bluestone was moved and tamped on the soft soil.

The ten spare rifles on the carriage of the logistics team were also issued to the Night Owl Banner Team, and the personal guards and guards formed a brigade of 310 people, mainly to defend against the assault of the Tartar cavalry within 500 paces of the front.

In the trenches, the sergeants of the two battalions shrank according to the hundred-man team, divided into four large blocks and eight square formations in two shots, and waited for the Tartars to attack again.

Having learned the power of the impact of the Tartar cavalry, the sergeants' original pride disappeared, and when the whole army was ready for battle, each of them checked their cowhide magazines, picked out the damp projectiles, and placed the crossbows and earth-shaking thunder in a convenient place, and wiped the fire/gun loading.

Drip, drip, the shrill sound of brass whistles echoed up and down the hills, and the lookout post sounded an urgent alarm again.