"You fools, rush up for me, don't forget who we are, the descendants of Genghis Khan, the masters of this steppe and even the whole world, don't forget the glory of the past, don't be frightened by those Han people, rush forward!" Ge Si'er roared angrily, whipping the soldiers of the Ha Thorn Shen Division, who had been killed by the death of Chi Na and the fierce artillery fire of the Ming army, and had lost their original bravery.

The chants of those distraught Han people still penetrated into his ears in the gap between the artillery fire and the sound of fighting, making him even more irritable and angry, and the 15,000 warriors of the unrivaled Hara Shen Division, could not even defeat the Ming army, which was only in their early days and had no danger to defend, and could not be smashed and smashed?

The face of the commander of the allied forces of the grassland headquarters has gradually become solemn and serious from the calm at the beginning, and now he is now iron and hideous, and the gems inlaid on the handle of the horsewhip in his hand have even been rubbed off, but he still hasn't noticed it.

This can't be, the Han people can't have such an army, they shouldn't have such an army. The whole coalition army of the grassland headquarters looked at the battlefield where the sound of fighting and artillery fire was intertwined, and the Ming army that should have been wiped out under the charge of the brave and unparalleled grassland warriors.

The Ming army, which should have been easily taken, has passed so long, but it is still there, like a reef deeply embedded in the bottom of the sea, with only tiny sharp edges exposed on the surface of the sea, and it seems to be so majestic and immovable and standing at the roar of the waves.

Fifteen thousand iron horsemen, wheel-turned, but there was always no way to destroy the Ming army that was stuck there, and the roar of guns and cannons still sounded rhythmically, just like the bloody and passionate war drums. inspired those Han family disciples to wave the weapons in their hands, urge their mounts, and fearlessly meet the enemy again and again.

Fifteen thousand warriors of the Halasin tribe were already caught in a bitter battle, and the stalemate and fierceness of the battle had attracted almost all the opposing sides present.

Taishi didn't know what words to describe his mood at the moment, from the initial thought it was just a delicious snack, only now did he realize that it was an extraterrestrial meteorite that even steel teeth could not chew.

He was even more remorseful in his heart, he knew that this Ming army was so difficult to gnaw, and he should have let Na Lost Timur be sent forward as cannon fodder, which not only weakened his strength, but also consumed the combat effectiveness and physical strength of those Ming troops. Instead of plunging the 15,000 warriors of the Harashen tribe into a hard and tragic battle, as is the case now. Even a steppe tiger general like Chi Na was killed in front of the battle.

However, no one dared to laugh at the fact that the Hala Shen Department had been unable to defeat the opponent for such a long time, and that they were unable to defeat their opponents despite their superiority in strength, not only because of the power and strength of the Han people, but also because of the outrageous resistance and tenacious resistance of those Han people, or defense, and a defense full of attack and lethality.

The lying corpses, the wailing wounded and the horses, were scattered around the Ming position. It's like the foam that scatters on the surface of the sea when the waves that try to break the rocks that are as hard as iron are recoiled back in vain...... -------------------- Zhu Qizhen squinted his eyes and looked at the fierce words that were hidden by the smoke of gunpowder and had gradually risen to the position of the sky dome, it was already noon, although Zhu Qizhen didn't know if the reinforcements could arrive on time, but he would definitely not let those grassland headquarters easily divide their troops to attack his own military formation.

Zhu Qizhen raised his eyebrows, and loudly issued the latest order to Qian Zhong beside him: "Raise the flag and tell Ah Ra and those Junggar coalition forces to attack immediately, and be sure to entangle the grassland headquarters coalition forces so that they can easily leave the battlefield." ”

After a while, a banner was raised high and began to shake non-stop, and the brightly colored, flying banner fell into the eyes of Ara, the leaders of the Allied forces of the Dzungar tribes.

"Let's strike?" The leader of the Dzungar coalition couldn't help but look at Ara, who was still squinting and staring at the banner, with some surprise.

"Prime Minister, the main force of the coalition army in the grassland headquarters has not been damaged, how can we take the initiative to attack?" Next to him, another leader of the Dzungar tribe also stood up, with a look of disgruntle.

Ah Ra retracted his gaze, turned his head and glanced at those leaders, their selfishness, Ah Ra Yan could not know? But now, it is not the time to accuse, Ah Ra grimaced with a cold face, and slowly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, the snow as bright as a clear spring of the knife body revealed a cold and cold meaning, so that those who were originally ready to move, and wanted to say anything more closed their mouths very interestingly.

"Is it time like this to think that you can allow your allies, His Majesty, to be slain by the rebellion of those steppe chiefs, and then they will leave with pity and contentment?" Ara's voice was not high, but it seemed very cold, like the scimitar that had been unsheathed. "His Majesty the Emperor Taishang of the Ming Dynasty is in a bitter battle, and there are 50,000 iron cavalry reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty, who are rushing here."

"If His Majesty the Emperor is safe, then the 50,000 Ming Iron Cavalry will be our most powerful helpers, those rebellious life-killing hunters in the grassland headquarters."

"If His Majesty the Emperor dies, then we will either fall under the rebellious swords of those grassland headquarters, or we will be regarded as a mortal enemy by the 50,000 Ming Iron Horsemen. Ladies and gentlemen...... Do you think you have a choice? ”

"Prime Minister, we, the 10,000 warriors of the Huite Division, are willing to swear to the death to fight those rebels of the grassland headquarters here." Amur, the patriarch of the Huit tribe, rode out and stood beside Naara, and the scimitar at his waist was also unsheathed.

There are only more than 17,000 soldiers and horses left in Ara's headquarters, but with the 10,000 iron cavalry of the Huite Division, they have already occupied most of the main force of the coalition army, and no one dares to complain anymore, because Ala's words also made them all wake up.

Yes, they do not have the slightest way out, the only hope, or reliance, is the behemoth of the Ming Dynasty, if Zhu Qizhen, His Majesty the Emperor, has any trouble here, they believe that those Ming Iron Horsemen, who were originally very likely to become their saviors, will definitely become the devil who asks for their lives.

Ara's horse galloped to the front of the line, and an old, slightly hoarse roar echoed through the wilderness. "The Dzungar warriors, our staunchest allies, are fighting the rebels of the steppe headquarters there for the life and death of our entire Dzungar tribe, they are only 10,000 people, they are only here to rescue us, but they do not hesitate to take up arms first and fight our enemies."

"And here we are just in a daze, here watching our allies fight for our survival? Don't you feel ashamed? Can we still watch our allies die while we sit back and enjoy it? ”

"We are Dzungars, strong and fearless Dzungars, draw your weapons, follow me, and let those rebels in the steppe headquarters know that we Dzungars only have warriors who died in battle, and there are absolutely no cowards who surrender!" Aro raised the scimitar in his hand, pulled out his mount and turned the horse's head, roared angrily, and slashed his horse towards the allied forces of the steppe headquarters that had stopped for miles.

The cavalry of the Zhuerqing Department roared frantically, calling the name of King Gesar, the god of war of the Dzungar tribe, and followed their patriarch to launch a decisive charge, the Huite tribe, the Dulbert department, and one after another the warriors of the Dzungar tribe left the last trace of hesitation and timidity behind the call of their leaders, and more than 36,000 cavalry of the Dzungar tribe, as if they were hit by a twelve-level typhoon, the huge waves that rolled up on the sea level, launched a decisive charge towards the army formation of the grassland headquarters that was twice as large as them!

The tenacious grassland headquarters coalition army, which was still shocked by the Ming army, could not help but be a little stunned when they saw that the Junggar coalition army, which had originally cowered in a powerful terrain, had actually abandoned the favorable terrain and absolutely launched a charge against the already side that had absolute superiority in strength.

However, Polai and the others are also people who have been in battle for a long time, although the surprise attack of the combined forces of the Dzungar tribes made them a little unexpected, but they will not be frightened and lost because of it, and more importantly, their original goal is to expel the Dzungar people from this steppe, and the interests here should not be occupied by the Dzungars whose homeland is far away in Lake Balkhash, and here can only be ruled by the descendants of Genghis Khan.

In addition to leading 15,000 horsemen to stop in place as the main formation, the 50,000 iron cavalry of the allied army of the steppe headquarters fearlessly faced the scimitars and iron hooves of the Junggar allied army, and launched a counterattack.

The confrontation between the two most elite armies of the grassland, nearly 100,000 people, was like two hurricanes staggered and colliding together, the cold and cold sea water turned into foam and broken waves, entangled together, and pieces of dark red gradually rose, like some kind of red seaweed was growing wildly, permeating and infiltrating into the fierce collision of the waves.

The 15,000 cavalry behind him were still silently waiting for his orders, but he didn't issue any orders, just looked at everything with cold eyes. This battle was originally a must-win battle, because the strength of these Ming troops was beyond their imagination, and they were already a little faintly out of their control, and now, the momentum of the more than 30,000 Junggar coalition troops who were barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, and the fierceness and madness that pounced on them without fear and timidity, made Xiao Lai's heart can't help but have a sense of foreboding.

On the left side of the --------------------, it was the battlefield where the Ming army and the warriors of the Harashen tribe fought, and on that battlefield filled with gunpowder, in the face of the Ming army, which exceeded the number of the already side, was still stubbornly resisting and counterattacking, without the slightest sign of defeat, and on the frontal battlefield where the two armies clashed, the losses of the Ming army were far smaller than the Harashen tribe who constantly braved artillery fire and those terrifying deadly firearms to charge and raid.

On the right, there is no way to retreat, and the Dzungar coalition army, which has left all its burdens, does not know if it is stimulated and encouraged by the reinforcements of the allies, their fighting spirit and morale are also surprisingly strong, and the iron cavalry of the grassland headquarters who came with the ambition of 50,000 to conquer the entire steppe actually fought on a par, and in a short period of time, I am afraid that there is no way to distinguish the winner or loser.

And the 50,000 elite cavalry behind him made him hesitate, not knowing which battlefield to throw into, so that the balance of war could be tilted to his side as soon as possible.

"Taishi, there will be an urgent military intelligence report at the end." At the moment of his indecision, a knight with blood on his face and feathered arrows stuck in the gap between his shoulders jerked his mount, rushed from the rear to the guards surrounded by the guards, and dismounted, his face, which was originally healthy red and black, was now pale with dead ashes.

"Agoura?!" Seeing this commander, Xiao Lai's face instantly turned extremely pale. "Why are you here?"

"The cavalry, the overwhelming Han cavalry, behind our back, is coming here, Taishi, there are at least fifty or sixty thousand people." Agoura held his body in the distance, trying not to slurry his voice. "The last general saw those banners, there is Shi Heng, the chief soldier of Datong Town, and Yin Tianze, the chief soldier of Gansu Town^, it should be several border towns of Daming to jointly send troops, intending to surround us."

"Shi Heng is actually here...... Several towns and soldiers came out to copy our back road? He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm, but the big hand holding the reins was already trembling slightly, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face, in fact, this question did not need Agoura's answer at all, because when he turned his head to look behind him, he already knew the answer when he saw the smoke and dust in the sky, and the wide red wave that appeared on the horizon.

"Taishi, what should we do now? Do you want to tell the leaders of the tribes to divide their forces to resist? A general spoke to the man, his slightly trembling tone revealing the timidity and horror in his heart. Although Shi Heng's name is not as prosperous as Yang Hong's, the next battle in Jingshi City is enough to make the grassland tribes understand that this Ming general in his prime has courage and military talent that is not inferior to Yang Hong.

"Blow the horn and tell Ge Si'er to stop paying attention to those Ming troops and retreat to the east immediately, and the old man will meet him in Daqingshan!" Order, the whole army to the east, withdraw! He looked at some more battlefields, and then at the Daming Iron Cavalry that was getting closer and closer, and made a choice that he thought was the most correct.

The deep whimpering horn sounded again, and the 15,000 iron horsemen who had been in battle were like a herd of beasts startled by a vicious wolf, throwing away tens of thousands of robes and comrades, turning towards the east and galloping away......

(To be continued)