The cavalry in the hands of the wolf tile is different from the herdsmen in those small tribes, although the Tartar people, whether old or young, can fight and dismount for the people, but the 60,000 iron cavalry under Dayan Khan is a hungry wolf that has been rampant on the grassland for many years, and even the Ming Dynasty army can avoid it when it encounters it, and does not want to entangle.

The Wolf Tile is part of the 60,000 Iron Horsemen, and once he targets him, unless he is annexed, he will basically fight frequently and endlessly until the target is captured or killed.

Only this kind of stubborn ferocity allowed the Mongolian Tatars to survive in the cruel steppe.

The first to rush into the valley were the two hundred swordsmen with iron shields in their hands, followed by the two hundred archers, and then the hundred fierce Tartar cavalry.

"Peng," just entered the narrow mountain road of the valley, a Tartar knife hand looking left and right, accidentally exposed half of his body, and was immediately seized by the scouts watching from afar; "Ah," the Tartar knifeman screamed, throwing away his iron shield and scimitar, and fell to the ground.

The knife hand, with the burden on his shoulders, rolled down the mountain road, leaned to the side with interest, and was trampled to death by his companions behind.

No one paid attention to his struggling companions, and a knife hand behind stepped forward, holding an iron shield to fill in the position, but his eyes were red with blood.

Although there were only two shotguns with a range of 500 meters, this one shot knocked down a strong man and alerted the Tartars.

At the scolding of a centurion, the swordsmen held their broad iron shields in front of them, and the small round shield on their left arms; This kind of iron shield bought from the Han people is the standard equipment of the Ming army, and it is not a problem to defend against armor-piercing arrows.

In order to take down Bailong Lake quickly and safely, Collapse Wolf Tile took out his elite as soon as he made a move, and the equipment of these five hundred Tartar soldiers accounted for most of his family wealth.

"Peng, Peng," there were several loud noises above the valley, and the knife hand holding the iron shield in front of the Tartar team shook slightly on his arm, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the iron shield had not been penetrated, and he immediately sped up his speed.

Hu rumbling, the Tartars who rushed up, in a row of five people in the valley, raised their iron shields in unison, and in a formation of twenty columns, the swords were shining, and the dirty leather boots rushed into the valley by stepping on the gravel on the mountain road.

No one shouted with difficulty, this is not an immediate fight, it takes to accumulate physical strength, and rush up the mountain in one fell swoop.

The horned archers behind them also followed, and the rusty arrows were fishy, and the sharp arrows were on the bowstrings.

The last Tartar Torch Bearer, under the order of the Centurion, carried the three-eyed Torch, and the fire rope hanging from his chest had been lit.

Peng and Peng beat a few scouts, but seeing that the effect was not great, and they were afraid that the Tartars would come up along the top of the valley, so they hurriedly retreated into the depths of the valley; There, Du Ding with fifty sergeants had already set up a position, and Huang Hanxiang echoed on the side.

At the end of the valley, a mountain road winds upward, and not far from it is a rushing stream; Du Ding commanded the sergeant to set up a three-fold formation, but he couldn't help it, the terrain was narrow and he couldn't spread the formation, if the two rows were crowded together like the Yellow Flag Officer, no one could stand the thick smoke of gunpowder after shooting for a long time.

The ten sergeants in the front row, because of the steep terrain under their feet, Dudin made them lie on the ground, the second row half squatted, the third row stood and fired, one step between the front and back, and waited for the attack of the Tartars; Because of yesterday's great victory of Huang Hanxiang, the sergeants were full of confidence.

However, Huang Hanxiang, who was hidden in the pile of rocks on the south side, looked up at the clouds in the sky, dipped his little finger on the tip of his tongue, and tried the breeze in front of him, which felt very bad; According to the experience of those handymen on the grassland, I am afraid that this rain will not be light.

Finally, in the distance of the mountain road in front of him, a row of dark iron shields appeared in the eyes of the team officer Du Ding, this half-inch thick standard shield with nails, made him gasp; If it weren't for the pigtails that shook behind the shield, he would have thought that the Ming army was coming.

"Clear the muzzle, clear the warehouse, load the ammunition," with Du Ding's soft shout, the small flag officers shouted and cursed one after another, and these new soldiers began to operate the firearms in an uproar.

Two hundred paces away, the Tartars, who were on low ground, stopped, the iron shields were erected in rows, the swordmen began to regain their strength, and the archers behind also leaned forward; The long-handled, three-eyed gun resisted the fire gun on his shoulder, and gradually showed his figure.

However, whether it is Du Ding or Huang Hanxiang, although he is surprised that there are so many three-eyed firearms, he does not know about the range.

If Xiao Ye was here, I am afraid that at the first time, he would have already beckoned everyone to retreat to the top of the mountain and hold on to the terrain.

I don't know when, the wolf tile wearing ordinary leather armor of the Tartar, with his personal guards, also mixed in the fire team, squinting at the back and looking at the Han people on the mountain.

"They are not the Ming army, why do they have so many firearms," I didn't see the Ming army's signature mandarin duck battle jacket, but the wolf tile was still very surprised by the Han people with all firearms, especially the scimitars with obvious characteristics on the waists of the Han people opposite, which made him grit his teeth with hatred.

"Attack, kill them all, don't take prisoners, don't want a single one," under the angry shouts of the wolf, the Tartar swordsmen in the front row, raising their shields in both hands, began to attack; They are mainly responsible for fending off firebolts and arrows, and can only lower their shields and draw their swords when they run close.

The elite Tartar cavalry was different from those temporarily recruited herdsman cavalry, they were semi-professional warriors, and they would not hula at all, and even the shouts of the charge would not shout much.

Attacking on the back is very physically demanding, and the range of the angular bow will be much worse; However, Dudin was soon dumbfounded.

Seeing that the Tartars were approaching about two hundred paces, Dudin, who was worried about the unstable formation of the sergeants, immediately gave the order to shoot.

"Peng, Peng, Peng," the platoon started in an orderly manner, and the three major surging gunpowder smoke filled the slope of the mountain, and everyone could no longer see the tartars under the mountain in front of them.

The raindrops of projectiles hit the thick iron shield, and the craters of different depths could not stop the footsteps of the knifemen, and occasionally some unlucky eggs were hit in the shoulders and waists, but they also avoided the side of the road without saying a word, making way for space, and their companions continued to attack.

"Attack," one of the centurions in the swordsman suddenly shouted, and the swordsmen who had quickened their pace burst out, and suddenly quickened their pace again, and the horned archers behind also advanced rapidly, trying to get themselves as fast as possible to the range of eighty paces.

The 100 firefighters at the rear of the Tartar team did not move the formation, and coldly looked at their companions who were starting to go crazy in front of them, and pounced on the hillside like a tiger; Without the commander's military order, they will not move their feet, and a thunderous blow is the last resort.

The constant sound of fire on the mountainside, in the smoke of gunpowder, although Dudin could not see the situation on the other side clearly, but the nearer and closer screams of the Tartar in his ears were enough to make him break out in a cold sweat.

At this time, the Tartar swordsman who was at the forefront had already rushed to a distance of less than fifty paces, if it weren't for the mountain road under his feet

Pulling the little flag officer next to him, Du Ding didn't look at who it was, and shouted loudly, "Earthquake thunder, hit the earth thunder out," Fortunately, this little flag officer had a clear mind, put away the fire gun, slapped his sergeant one after another, and shouted the earth shaking thunder.

The nine sergeants of a small banner took out the earth-shattering thunder in the leather bag on their waists, pulled the fire rope and smashed it out, although they couldn't see the target clearly, but they just threw it on the mountain road below.

Their current level can't be compared with Wang Hu and Wang Meng's team, even Huang Hanxiang's team will also pull off the fire rope and pause before throwing it.

"Boom, boom," the earth-shattering thunder that exploded impressively, the lethality of the five-step radius was terrifying, and those Tartar knife hands who were angry and puffed were immediately overturned by the huge impact force, and the crackling shrapnel made them scream.

"Whoosh, whoosh," the raindrops of sharp arrows were thrown up, approaching the Tartar archers of Duding's army, and there were two waves of arrows coming up, and the situation of large numbers and great strength appeared again.

The second- and third-row half-kneeling sergeants were immediately shot over several times by sharp arrows, and these sergeants who had just taken out the earth-shattering thunder suddenly panicked; Fortunately, the sergeants lying on their stomachs in the first row, taking advantage of the opportunity of the iron shield to fall, knocked down seven or eight of the nearest swordsmen one after another, so that they were not pounced by the Tartars.

"Peng, Peng," the two shotguns on the side of the military formation also immediately joined in the shooting, and the lethality of five hundred steps was beyond the distance, and after killing a centurion, they stopped firing in front of the erected iron shield.

The Tartars retreated, leaving behind a dozen sparse corpses and five or six iron shields, and straightened out their ranks on the mountain road three hundred paces away. "Peng, Peng," two more shotguns sounded, dragging the wounded and sending the Tartars back to the corner of the valley.

Looking at the general flag of Duding again, and looking around at his sergeant, he already wanted to cry without tears; In less than a battle of incense, more than a dozen sergeants were wounded by arrows, and five died on the spot.

He was only fifty sergeants, and he was less than half of them at one time, and if the Tartars came twice, wouldn't they all be lost here, and Dudin, whose face was covered with black gunsmoke, broke out in cold sweat on his back again.

A light rain fell from the sky, looking at the fire gun in his hand, Du Ding shivered, "Take away the wounded, take away the dead brothers, let's go back to the mountain,"

There is nothing to say here, if the Tartars attack the mountains in the rain, it is not as good as a wooden stick in the heavy rain.

Huang Hanxiang, who was on the mountainside to the south, saw that the rain was getting heavier, and couldn't help but scold, telling the sergeant to take good care of the cowhide magazine, and retreated to the top of the mountain in frustration.

Back on the mountain, what made Huang Hanxiang breathe a sigh of relief was that Yu Shan had already sent the sergeants to set up a single bunker tent and hide all the projectiles and earth-shaking thunder in it, and even the sergeants found oilcloths and carefully wrapped their magazines.

In a short battle, five sergeants died, Huang Hanxiang, Yu Shan, and Du Ding met each other, and they knew from everyone's faces that what they encountered this time was not the Tartars on the grassland who were also people and soldiers, but most likely the regular cavalry of the Tartars, and there were quite a few of them.

The operation to transfer unnecessary supplies began immediately, and two hundred miscellaneous laborers, most of whom would retreat east into the cave with the supplies.

Next, taking advantage of the rain, the Tartars sent a small group of knife men to attack the top of the mountain with iron shields, and were beaten back by a burst of earth-shattering thunder.

"Rush, rush for me, see how many earth-shattering thunders they have, exhaust all their gunpowder, and kill all the Han people on the mountain," the collapsed wolf tiles stimulated by the fire guns and shotguns/, like hungry wolves baring their fangs, their blood and qi soaring.

Gunpowder is afraid of water, and he also knows that otherwise, how would he dare to send troops to attack the mountains like this; Once the cavalry dismounts, the combat effectiveness can simply drop two grades, and the wolf tile is not stupid.

The cavalry is an infantry envoy, and it is nothing to die a few, and among those vassal tribes, you can pick out a lot of young and strong people at will, and then follow the horse team to plunder and fight twice, eliminate the waste, and the arrogant cavalry will have it again.

What annoyed him was that before his fire team could play, a heavy rain had extinguished the fire rope, otherwise his current leather boots would have stepped on the shore of Bailong Lake.

The sharp-eyed wolf tile has already seen that those Han people's fire guns, except for two with a range of more than 300 steps, the others are all 150 steps, although the range is longer than the horn bow, but compared with the three-eyed fire gun, it can not be compared.

What's more, the three-eyed fire gun that fired three times in a row could be used as an iron rod immediately, and once it was approached by his own subordinates, hum, the wolf tiles grinned very proudly with thick lips.

Of course, he will not let go of those two firearms with a long range, and he will not leave the heads of these Han people, and if they are taken to Qingfeng Valley, he will not be able to exchange them for a large amount of grain, grass and wine.

This time, I'm taking advantage of it.

On the top of the mountain, on the shore of the misty Bailong Lake, the rain gradually became heavier, and the miscellaneous servants set up tents behind the stone wall, and the sergeants could fire at the bottom of the mountain under the tents.

There are only three low-level officers in Huang Hanxiang, and the anxiety in his eyes is getting more and more intense; There is no water on the mountain, and the projectiles and earth-shaking thunder are consumed too quickly, and if the Tartars are besieged and not attacked, the mountain will collapse in less than two days.

A few miscellaneous leaders who shouted in the rain had already sent people to dig a big pit to accumulate some rainwater, and they could still hold it up for a day or two.

"Huang Qiguan, this can't be done, if the tartar is touched from other places, even if it is only a scimitar, we will be difficult to resist," Yu Shan, who was standing beside Huang Hanxiang, had a better mind than Du Ding, and also saw the current predicament.

"I know, but we must hold on until the reinforcements of the hundred households arrive, and look at the ruthlessness of the Tartars, they will not let us go," Huang Hanxiang sighed and touched the close-fitting protective clothing, "We must not let the Tartars go to the top of the mountain,"

Just when Yu Shan still wanted to speak, a thin short man slipped under the tent and stood in front of the two of them with a wet bow, he was a small leader of miscellaneous laborers, Xu Wangliang.

Xu Wangliang, who has sharp eyes and sharp ears, has a wisp of beard on his long chin, which is still dripping with water droplets, and the heavy tartar leather jacket looks very cumbersome when worn on him.

"Officer Huang Qi, Officer Yu, Xu Wangliang see the two officials," the sound of guns constantly bursting in his ears, although the corners of Xu Wangliang's eyes were jumping, he still forced his composure and knelt down to give a salute.

"Get up, what kind of military master, maybe we will go to have tea with Lord Yama later," Huang Hanxiang waved his hand and asked Xu Wangliang to get up, "Military affairs are busy, if you have something to say,"

"Yes, Huang Qiguan, I have sent people to transport all kinds of materials and tools, as well as mules and horses, to the cave, but the cart can't get in at all, and the dry area in the cave is also large, should you dismantle it immediately and transport it in?"

"There are a lot of us, but we didn't go into the cave to drink water, the villain has already sent someone to collect water bags," Xu Wangliang spoke, in a clear manner, but Yu Shangao glanced at it.

Huang Hanxiang nodded, the cave he valued earlier was because the road into the cave was difficult to walk, easy to defend and difficult to attack, otherwise how could food and firearms be placed there.

After thinking about it, he still didn't worry about the last hiding place, Huang Hanxiang pulled Xu Wangliang out of the tent without saying a word, and led the two war horses, "Yu Shan, you are staring here, I'll go back when I go,"

The two rode horses quickly, ran to the opposite bank of Bailong Lake, along the rugged hillside, climbed a mountain bag, and looked west along the ridge, and in the heavy rain, on the bare mountain beam opposite, a vague hole appeared.

The handymen were carefully leading batches of mules and horses across the narrow mountain beams, but more than two dozen carts that were easy to carry up the mountain were thrown away and thrown indiscriminately under the mountain bags.

With half a day, plus a night of tidying up, the things that could be collected into the cave were basically all moved.

"Okay, good job, Xu Wangliang, the hundred-man leader of the miscellaneous service team, it's up to you in the future," Huang Hanxiang on the war horse, although he was soaked, he was still quite satisfied with a smile; With the materials in the cave and the complete manpower, there will be no big problem in the future stone mining in Bailong Lake.

"Xie Huang Zongqi," Xu Wangliang, who was riding crookedly on the war horse, wiped the rain from his face, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Turning the horse's head, Huang Hanxiang ran away, Xu Wangliang jumped off the horse, called a few handymen, told them to disassemble the carriage and transport it away, and got on the horse again to chase Huang Hanxiang.

The rain became more and more urgent, and the raindrops with the size of beans fell on their heads, and both sides up and down the mountain temporarily withdrew their hands, waiting for the rain to fight again.

However, in the valley below the mountain, the collapsed wolf tile sat under the sunken stone wall, and after scolding a few centurions, he shouted orders and immediately launched an attack, and he would not give up until he took the top of the mountain, and could not give those Han people time to breathe.

Even the 500 cavalry cruising in the grassland under the mountain were recruited by him 400, and the corner bow collapsed in heavy rain, so he used a scimitar and 800 knives to deal with the Han people with less than 100 people.

The collapsed wolf tile can be heavily affected by Saiyin Arakji's agricultural weapons, so he naturally has a set of soldiers, although his offensive here is unfavorable, but the Han people will not be much better there. Once the sky clears, the firebolt doesn't know how many more cavalry he will be wounded.

The Tartar warriors, who had their round shields, dropped their iron shields that stood in the way, and in the heavy rain they held their scimitars aloft, and once again rushed towards the narrow mountain pass.

"Peng, Peng," the sergeants in the tent behind the stone wall, amid the shouts of the vigilant sergeants, all appeared by the stone wall, raised the fire guns in their hands again, and the earth-shaking thunder also hit one after another.

What worried Yu Shan and Du Ding was that the fire gun in the sergeant's hand began to appear frequently in the rain, and the last box of earth-shaking thunder was left.

It was too late to go back to the cave to carry the ammunition.

The Tartars attacking on the back not only spread out the formation, but also climbed the mountain faster.

The Tartar in front of him was hit by a projectile and rolled down the mountain, and the Tartar next to him didn't look at it at all, but climbed up more and more, and didn't care if he was injured.

"Military crossbow, aim and shoot," Yu Shan, who had no choice but to give an order, gave the order loudly, and took off the military crossbow by the sergeant and held it in his hand; To Yu Shan's disappointment, shooting crossbows in the rain made the accuracy even lower.

"Huha," a strange cry came from a distance, and two tartar knifemen covered in mud finally climbed to the stone wall, and turned over with a wave of their knives, the sword flashed, and the sergeant who was caught off guard was cut off by a knife, and blood gushed from his chest.

Du Shan, who commanded the sergeant to resist, took out the handcuff in his arms without thinking, and fired at the two Tartars in a burst of random shots, shooting eight projectiles with a snap and knocking down two damn Tartars.

The sound of snapping handcuffs immediately sounded on the left and right, and the handcuffs equipped for the flag officer played a huge role, and more than thirty cunning Tartars were killed under the wall as soon as they climbed over the stone wall, and the double leather armor could hardly resist repeated blows.

The low stone wall was no longer able to defend against more and more Tartars, Yu Shan, who had shot all the arrows, carried a handcuff in his left hand and pulled out a scimitar in his right hand, "Brothers, the Tartars want us to be slaves, it's a dream, fight with them,"

"Fight," shouted most of the sergeants who had experienced the hardships of slaves, and "Desolation" drew his scimitar and slashed the Tartar that pounced on him head-on, and even if he died, he would take a cushion with him.

The frantically attacking Tartars were quickly cut down when they met the even more crazy sergeants, and even the twenty or so strong handymen who were panicking in the distance were also led by the small leader to run up with stones and push heavy black stones off the stone walls.

The addition of the handymen, and the countless jumping and churning stones fell, finally made the tartars flinch, and the heavy rain eased considerably.

"Step, step, step," Huang Hanxiang, who was riding a pack horse, returned, and when he came back from exploring the cave, he saw a stone wall covered in blood, and the remaining sergeants.

A hundred living sergeants, while he was going back and forth to the cave, fell under the Tartar sword, and more than thirty of them fell. Xu Wangliang, who followed, looked at the blood stains all over the ground, and was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse.

"Xu Wangliang, arrange a miscellaneous service team, immediately transfer the wounded and dead, don't want anything else," explained Xu Wangliang beside him, Huang Hanxiang looked at him solemnly, "Baihu, I will give you credit,"

"Don't dare to be, the villain takes the order," Xu Wangliang, who was pale, dismounted, covered the joy from the corners of his eyes, and bowed in response. With the cart pulling stones, it is either too difficult to transport the wounded, or time is tight.

Taking advantage of the retreat of the Tartars to repair, Huang Hanxiang and two team officers, gathered the sergeants, covered the miscellaneous servants who were driving the car, took away all the firearms, crossbows, two individual tents, and retreated to the cave on the other side of the lake.

Along with them were the corpses of thirty-five sergeants, who remained here, and those crazy Tartars would not let them go.

Among the two hundred-man miscellaneous soldiers, they were not willing to do three years of physical labor on the mountain, and they were closely guarded by sergeants on weekdays, but today they found an opportunity to slip away.

The handyman who lived to the point of sight, took advantage of the rain to escape everyone's sight early, and hid in the rubble pile on the north shore of the lake, even if he was caught back and continued to be a slave, it was much better than dying under the scimitar. The fierce fighting and screaming here in the stone wall made them all very lucky.

In the chaos, no one noticed that there were more than a dozen companions with hearts missing from the team.

In the valley, the bloodshot wolf tiles, looking at the embarrassed swordsmen with gloomy faces, suppressed the anger in his heart, and ordered the guards to let everyone eat some dried meat to nourish their strength, and they must attack the top of the mountain today.

The rain overhead is light, and after an hour, it will definitely rain and the sky will clear.

At the time of the bloody battle on the shore of Bailong Lake, the horse team of Wang Meng and Lei Xiaoqing had approached the eastern foot of Altai Mountain, and on the second day of entering the grassland, the horse team was moving slowly in the heavy rain, but the scouts in front had already found the cruising Tatar cavalry.

This time, there were two heralds who followed them, Yao Baoliang and Duan Damin, and they and the other two eldest sons became Yang Tianshou's second whistle students.

The long-distance use of whistles made Xiao Ye see the convenience of message transmission, and this time one of the two heralds added to Wang Meng's team stayed in the team.

After discovering the Tartars, the scouts of Wang Meng's team and Lei Xiaoqing's team took the telescope to explore five miles, and also brought Yao Baoliang with them; The horse team waited for news in a sheltered depression and waited for the opportunity to leave.