As noon approached, the wind gradually rose, the sand and dust rolled lightly, and the Khalkha Mongol three-part coalition pushed a variegated tide on the horizon, pouring down towards the red line that clearly separated the heavens and the earth in the south.

The distance of about six miles, two miles of slowing, two miles of trotting, and two miles of full-speed impact, although this has somewhat exceeded the limit of horsepower, but it is also helpless to fight against an opponent with a large number of artillery. This is also the biggest challenge of the battle for Tabin, who leads the front, as far as the enemy army is concerned...... In this world, there is no force that can withstand the full-speed impact of 15,000 Mongolian iron horsemen in person.

"The divisions are engaged in battle according to the canon, and nothing else."

Peng Shihan, the commander of the Yulin Army, tried his best to find the loopholes in the troops, but in the end he had nothing to say, and the military orders issued were only symbolic.

Thousands of horses galloped miles away, and the ground trembled slightly like a drumbeat, but the hearts of the commanders of each division and battalion were as calm as water.

Liu Cheng, the commander of the One Hundred and First Division, had a little cold, wiped his nose, and waved impatiently at his subordinates who came to ask for instructions: "Do what you want." ”

Pang Songzhen, the commander of the 102nd Division, ignored the dust waves that rolled up like a storm in the desert in the distance ahead, and pinched a pocket watch half the size of a palm, and raised two fingers with the other hand, which should be calculating the time when the division's artillery fired.

The Sixth Division of the Praetorian Guard commanded Gui Zhen's two battalions on the right flank, covering the independent artillery battalion of the army and the flank of the whole army.

"Four miles! Fire! ”

On the artillery position, 16 20-pound guns were arranged in echelons before and after, and the head of the commander of the artillery battalion was always on the telescope propped up by the tripod.

The heavy, dull sound of cannon fire slapped on the eardrums, making Tabin's mind more and more determined. As soon as he urged his mount to speed up and trot, there were still three or four miles between the two armies, and the Han people were impatient to bombard with artillery, what could they hit at such a long distance? The artillery given by the Rakshasa people bombarded the city wall four or five miles away, and if one of the ten cannons could hit one cannon, it was protected by the immortal heaven.

Originally, the wind was strong, the smoke and dust of the galloping horses were thick, and the cannonballs smashed on the ground, and the dust was flying, and the scene thirty or fifty paces away from the left and right was no longer clear, and only the unstoppable tide of men and horses could be vaguely seen continuing to advance.

Tabin ignored the sound of the cannon and controlled his mount without distraction. Most of the horses of this Khalkha Mongol army were accustomed to the sound of guns, but they still needed their masters to be stabilized from time to time with a whip and powerful legs.

Sanli ...... Two Miles......

The sound of the cannon suddenly increased, mixed with the sharp neighing of the whooshing, and then the neighing of the horses continued. This was the familiar background sound of the battlefield in Tabin, and from the corner of his eye, the outline of the tide of ten thousand horses was still thick in the dust and mist, and the momentum of progress was not hindered in the slightest, which was exactly what he expected.

Ignoring the sound of the cannons, Tabin's horsewhip jerked, his legs straining, and his mount shook its head and neighed lightly, and suddenly accelerated. Behind Tabin, puffs of dust and smoke rose up, devouring patches of people and horses.

Two Miles...... Full speed!

Tabin did not rush to the front, and Battle, who was the most skilled in equestrianism and had the strongest fighting spirit, gathered together in front of him, almost blocking Tabin's vision in front of him. He only vaguely saw that the red line ahead had widened to a red wall, and with the characteristic sense of distance of the Mongols, he urged his mount to sprint with all his might, even if his beloved mount was abolished after this battle, he had no intention of thinking about it, the last two miles were the most dangerous, and victory was after these two miles.

Knock knock knock......

The sound of the cannon suddenly intensified, from the initial thunder to a torrent as noisy, even as close to a waterfall on the Yellow River. In front of the faint red wall, there were also clouds of white smoke, making the vision even more ethereal, as if being in the clouds. Tabin began to have the illusion that the trembling of the earth was not caused by the horses of his own army, but by the enemy's artillery. …,

Is this really the sound of artillery bombardment, not musket fire? How can it be so dense? He thought so.

Tabin wanted to observe his own situation, but in the midst of the violent sound, the neighing of the horses became extremely indistinct, and he could not hear anything. The figures on the left and right were all drowned in the dust and mist, and they couldn't see what damage the 10,000-strong iron rider had suffered.

There can be no distractions...... Mongolian men will not be so easily frightened, let alone easily defeated.

Tabin tightened the shield in his left hand, and then swept the scimitar in his right hand, which made him steady his mind, and even his courage gradually filled his whole body.

Fluffy Fluffy ......

After a hundred or so paces, only a mile and a half away from the red wall, the sound of the cannon was raised to a major note, and the sound of crackling mixed in again.

Countless clusters of orange flames flickered and disappeared, wrapped in a cloud of dust, and Tabin's previous illusion had extended from the ground to the air, and the cannon wind was chaotic and intertwined, and the people and horses were like small boats in turbulence, and they were a little unable to grasp the direction.

A burst of bullets exploded in a dozen or so steps from Tabin's side, and pieces of iron whizzed over his head and behind him, and then the shock wave brought the Tabin men and horses to a halt as they were rushing at full speed.

Seeing that the mount was about to pout out and lose control, Tabin poured into his crotch with unprecedented strength, and the mount screamed, and the horse's legs flew, and he actually jumped forward and accelerated again.

Tabin laughed out loud as if he were mad, his eyes almost blood-red, and that was it! Doesn't the fact that the artillery was fired so violently show that the Han people are weak and timid? It's only a mile away from that red wall, and the end of the Han people is coming!

The Mongol horsemen rushed out of the sand and dust like a torrent of flesh and blood, and in the mind of Tabin, who was exhilarated by the rush of blood, the sight was as clear as the prophet's prophecy, as hard as steel.

The smoke and dust had faded, and finally it had completely dissipated, and Tabin's figure was pulled out of the dust, and the men and horses were almost united, rushing towards the red-clothed step formation, which was only two or three hundred paces.

Tabin subconsciously glanced left and right, wanting to see the scene of the torrent of iron horses he was carrying breaking through the dust and mist.

Lonely......

The aura of shock of ten thousand armies wrapped around Tabin's body suddenly disappeared, and his heart felt like falling into the abyss.

There was no torrent of iron horses, and only sparse, messy, few men and horses rushed out of the dust and fog with him, all shouting hoarsely, apparently in a state of complete madness.

No way! There could never be just that few people left! What about the previous army of 10,000 people?

Tabin glanced at the rear in a hurry, but the rear was all covered by thick smoke and dust, and the Han artillery fire was still churning. The silhouette of the figure can still be seen vaguely, but it seems to have been frozen in the smoke and dust, and it is impossible to pull out this chaotic domain.

Turning to the front, the red wall discharged by a dense column of people shoulder to shoulder was so clear, after the artillery roar between the red walls, it retreated a little, and then was quickly pushed back to its original position by the artillery, this scene was clearly seen by Tabin.

Then he saw an officer raise his saber and swing it sharply.

Tabin took the lead, and had already rushed to within two hundred paces, and there were people in the rear who continued to rush out of the smoke and dust, but they were still sparse.

"Aim...... Fire! ”

The cries came and went between the red walls, and the muskets with bayonets were raised like a forest, and the red wall suddenly turned into a thorn of steel, and Tabin felt a sudden pain in his heart, and he seemed to have foreknowledge that the muzzle, the bayonet, was about to poke into his heart.

"Ahh

Tabin subconsciously raised his shield to resist the unstoppable tide of fear.

Shots rang out......

This was no longer the sound of gunfire, but at least two thousand rifled flintlock muskets were fired in a volley, pushing the projectile out of the chamber forcefully and steadily, pouring out a scorching steel wing, three or four miles wide and two or three hundred miles deep. ..., in an instant, the smoke pulled out of the Gobi tore the earth.

Tabin felt like he was cooked, and his mount fell to the ground screaming as the guns roared, and he rolled on the ground for a while before stopping.

This volley of guns was just the beginning, and then it continued, and above his head, the sound of bullets flying cut his skin painfully.

Reason told him that continuing to lie on the ground was the only way to live, but a panic in his heart suddenly surged, and he tried his best to resist, but the panic was like a torrent of iron horses he had led before, and it swallowed his mind at once.

Tabin didn't care about his shield, he didn't even feel the scimitar in his hand, and the treasures of the mission that had been handed down since the pre-Ming era had been lost. He jumped up, turned and ran. He would never want to stay in front of this red wall again, under the smoke and bullets of gunfire.

Puff puff......

Several clouds of blood bloomed on Tabin's back, pushing him to the ground and rolling on the ground a few more times, and then there was no movement.

Tabin was happy, he was knocked down before he could rush within a hundred paces, and the Mongol cavalry, who rushed out of the smoke and dust, was swallowed up by the bursting flowering shells within a hundred paces.

"How's it going? What is the situation? ”

Baldal, who was in the rear, clenched his fists tightly and asked Cherrekh urgently.

The wind was stronger, and the sand and dust in front of him were mixed with gunsmoke, so it was impossible to see the battle situation clearly, but what worried Baledar was that he did not hear the sound of fighting in the Gobi in the steppe in the past, only the artillery and platoon guns of the Han people continued to roar, and the rhythm remained unchanged, mechanical and indifferent.

Cherrekh opened his mouth a few times, and the brilliance of his face changed a few times, and finally he seemed to have made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "It is estimated that the resistance is very large, but if you attack from the side and pull away the enemy's defensive line, you should be able to find a gap in the front." ”

This suggestion coincided with Baledar's expectations, or rather wishes, and he hurried to consult with the other two khans. Seeing that he was far away, Cherrekh's men could no longer contain their shock: "Overseer! This gunfire is denser and more neat than the army of Sweden or even Prussians! Attacking such an army head-on, there is only one end, and the Mongolian cavalry in front of it will definitely be finished! Why let them attack from the flank? The opponent can easily adjust the formation and re-enact the scene in front of him? ”

Cherrekh snorted coldly: "Not only is the Mongolian cavalry in front finished, but the Khalkha Mongolia is also finished!" Our previous plan was to push the Khalkha Mongols into a fight with the Han Chinese, and then we would profit from it. But now it seems that the Han people really want to go north, and the Khalkha Mongols will definitely not be able to resist it. ”

"In that case, we Russians should be vigilant. It is unlikely that the Han Chinese will touch Siberia, but they may encounter us head-on. Rather than let the Khalkha Mongols submit to the Han after this great defeat, it is better to completely weaken them, and then we Russians will personally intervene and control the Khalkha Mongols. Only if we, the Russians, are more deeply involved in the Khalkha Mongols, we will be able to control them. ”

A typical radical, even the faces of his subordinates showed a sad color. This was not a decision that could be made by a county overseer, and even the Tobolsk overseers did not dare to make a choice lightly. Cherrekh's abacus is very simple, pushing the Khalkha Mongols to their deaths, whether it is the Zasaktu Khan, the Tushetu Khan or the Chechen Khan, it is best to collapse. Then in time the Russians and the Han Chinese came to compete, who would first firmly eat these three and the entire Khalkha Mongolia.

"If you win, you can win the steppes south of Siberia, and defeat is nothing, it is nothing more than a confrontation with the Han people on the edge of Siberia. For the Han Chinese, who are not yet accustomed to venturing on the frontier, we Russians always have the advantage. ”

Listening to the sound of the horn of the attack, the corners of Cherrekh's mouth twitched, and he tried his best to suppress the smug laughter. ..., "But the Han people in front of them seem to be completely different from the Tatars, if our Russian troops stand here......"

His subordinates were not convinced, and the chaos ahead made him deeply stimulated.

Cherrekh's face was also gloomy: "Pack up your things and prepare to retreat......"

Damn it...... Aren't they all Tatars? Why are those red-clothed men so strong? If in the Great Northern Campaign, our Russia encountered such an enemy, it is really difficult to judge what the result will be, is this really the East, is it really that Tatar China?

Although Cherrekh was determined to gamble, the frustration in his heart was difficult to suppress. As the closest county overseer to Tatar China, he was constantly thinking about moving south from Erkou to turn the Mongols into Russian herdsmen and the steppes into Russian pastures. So he paid special attention to China's movements, and it felt really bad that an advanced and powerful country had been forced into his predetermined hunting ground from the south.

The Khalkha Mongols were agitated by the uncertainty of the battle ahead, the Russians were shocked by the power of the Anglo-Chinese field battle, and on the west side of the riverbank, there were even more people with mixed feelings.

"It's like they're hunting, they're completely following their own routines......"

The leader of the Sanyin Nuoyan Sect, Ce Ling, shook his head with a wry smile, and at this time he understood why Wu Jingzi refused to help him before, it turned out that people didn't need help at all. Thinking that he had disagreed with Wu Jingzi's words, he felt that his face was burning hot.

"Few people can rush to that human wall, and it is impossible for us to change them."

Duolunzabu put down his binoculars and muttered in confusion, the Mongolian iron cavalry couldn't rush this gun array at all, fortunately, thanks to his father's wisdom, he turned over early, otherwise in today's battle, if his own part is also in this rushing army, the Sanyin Nuoyan Department is afraid that it will become history.

"Baldar is desperate! There is danger on the flanks of the Han Chinese! ”

Then he saw something and cried out in a low voice.

"Wu Weilang, there may be danger on the flanks of the army, are we ......?"

Celeng also saw it, he learned to be obedient, and he spoke much more cautiously. Yinghua's gun array is lined up, and if someone attacks the flank, it will be very dangerous. At this time, if you let the Sanyin Nuoyan Department go forward, even if it is across the river, it can threaten the rear of the enemy army and relieve the pressure.

Wu Jingzi shook his head: "Unless General Peng has another military order, there is no need to use you." ”

He looked at the battle situation carefully, and then smiled slightly: "Besides, there are also our cavalry." ”

Celeng and Dorunzab glanced at each other, the cardinal cavalry? Just the 800 people?

was still hesitating whether to remind the other party that cavalry battles were very different from the infantry army, and it was simply delusional to count on eight hundred or ten thousand, but a strange color appeared in the corners of their eyes, which immediately drew their attention.

Red and white, fluttering, little by little, gathered together, like flaming wings, lined up in order, leaping out from the rear, towards the enemy troops who flanked the east side of the battle line.

"Riding Camp - Crush the ants!"

Chen Songyue carried a spear and rode his horse forward. The long brocade feathers on the steel helmet flutter in the wind, and the cloak on the back is even more breathtaking. The fiery red bottom is adorned with a layer of white feathers. The upper half is connected, the lower half is bifurcated, and as it rushes, the cloak flutters like a huge swan flapping its wings.

It is dazzling for one person to dress up like this, and 800 people are dressed like this, which is even more confusing.

The Dragoon Cavalry Battalion is an elite force that is so dazzling that it makes friendly troops gnash their teeth. These heroes, selected from the Han Chinese, Tibetans, and Mongolians, were all proficient in equestrian skills, but they received the most rigorous overall cohort training. In the entire dragoon army, there were only 800 of them, who could ride their horses at full speed and gallop for two miles, and the formation was still extremely neat.

Because they claim to be the crown of the dragoons, they try their best to highlight their differences, and it's normal to use their brains in their attire. In the northwest, because of the rapid popularization of muskets, the use of bows and arrows declined rapidly, and it was difficult for Bai Ling to find a use for making arrow rain, so they found it to weave on a cloak that shaded the sun and protected the wind, and the result became this picture.

The cavalry battalion, known as the "Syris's Hussars" by later military scientists, did not become famous in this battle, and when this billowing cloud of red and white smoke appeared in front of the enemy troops who were attacking from the side, panic quickly spread among the opposing crowd.

"Blood Cloud! The Han people's blood cloud iron horse! ”

Many people even screamed in surprise, and the four or five thousand horsemen who were rolling around the flank of the army suddenly slowed down, and the formation began to be chaotic.