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"What the hell is going on! Can dozens of barbarians of the Ming Dynasty and a few of the most inconspicuous little mice on the grassland stop the footsteps of the most powerful eagles on the grassland? ”

Tumen Khan, who was furious, pointed at his subordinates with a horsewhip on his horse and scolded, while observing everything in front of him:

The only way to leave Pingshanzhai and rush to the east of the river to join Tuart, at this time there were countless black corpses and pits, and the smoke of gunpowder that had not yet dissipated told everyone: This is a huge trap!

In the dark night, there were strange sounds, like the howl of evil spirits, frantically attacking the hearts of all Mongolian iron horsemen.

If this kind of thing happened in peacetime, the fierce and warlike Mongolian iron cavalry would not take it seriously at all, even if there was a huge trap in front of them, they would not hesitate to rush forward as long as the Khan King gave an order.

But tonight! The blood and courage of the Mongolian iron cavalry finally melted away like snow in the sun:

The 20,000 iron horsemen they came in a mighty way thought that they could easily defeat the Ming army and enjoy the joy of killing. As a result, not only did they not defeat the Ming army, but their own side suffered repeated defeats. Only 9,000 of the 20,000 troops remained, and before they even had a decisive battle with the enemy, they had to leave behind their wounded companions like cowardly sheep and sneak away with their tails between their legs.

This kind of thing seriously hurt the self-esteem of the Mongol iron horsemen, and they did not know that since the defeat and killing of Timur, something called "fear" began to grow in the hearts of every Mongol soldier.

And tonight, the Mongolian army was holding its breath, wanting to kill these bold and daring Ming Dynasty barbarians. But I didn't expect that the sheep that was extremely cowardly in the past has become the most terrifying and ferocious wolf tonight.

These barbarians of the Ming Dynasty not only killed the Mongolian warriors fiercely one by one, but also did not hesitate to blow themselves to pieces before they died, but also pulled the Mongolian warriors on their backs.

What kind of people are these? Could it be that the legend is true, that Ming Dynasty barbarian named Li Rusong is really the reincarnation of King Yama? His subordinates are all demons who came out of the eighteen layers of hell?

When the Mongol cavalry finally recovered from the fear of the enemy's self-explosion and wanted to move on, a new fear reappeared:

First of all, I don't know what the Ming army did on the road, and there seems to be nothing abnormal on the surface, but as soon as the war horse walks up, there will be a violent explosion, accompanied by countless flying iron pieces and wood chips, and countless Mongolian cavalry are seriously injured or killed directly by these four-shot things.

And in the dark of night, even with countless torches, it is difficult to figure out which place is wrong and which place is safe.

What's even more terrifying is that in the surrounding night, I don't know how many Ming troops lurked in the road, they were armed like evil ghosts with crossbow arrows and bird guns, focusing on the place where the light appeared. And these people are all marksmen, and there are almost no living mouths that they are targeting.

The Mongol cavalry, whose morale was already extremely low, finally lost their courage completely, and they timidly extinguished their torches and shrank together like quails one by one. Refuse the general's order to let them advance, and instead hope for the dawn to wait for the enemy to leave!

Tumen Khan was surprised to find that the invincible and bloodthirsty iron cavalry under his command in the past was as timid as the most tame sheep on the grassland at this moment, they had completely lost their past blood and bravery, and were frightened by the intrigues and tricks of the Ming Dynasty barbarians!

"Alas, isn't the eagle that once crisscrossed the grassland really going to fold its wings here tonight?" With a sigh in his heart, Tumen Khan knew that he had to do something, otherwise he didn't know how many Ming army intrigues and tricks Lu Dao would face next.

"The battalion can't go back, we must boost our morale and go out!" With a flash of determination in his eyes, Tumen Khan rode his horse and quickly came to the front of the army with a few cronies.

"Warriors of Genghis Khan! Look what you look like now! If you continue to be so cowardly, the Ming army will come, and by that time we will all die here! Follow Ben Khan's Sulu Ingot Spear! Kill me back to the grassland! With a burst of impassioned agitation, Tumen Khan, protected by dozens of elite warriors, rushed out of the city.

"Long live the King Khan!"

Tumen Khan's bravery finally aroused the Mongolian iron cavalry under his command, and the blood and courage in his bones have been aimlessly shooting with bows and arrows, and the Mongolian iron cavalry that has been cowering has tore off their shirts one by one, and followed closely with a fierce shout.

Although there were still explosions, and many Mongolian iron horsemen were killed and injured, the entire army was not chaotic at all, like a surging torrent, quickly and unstoppably passed through the minefield arranged by Liu Changchun, and disappeared into the night!

At this time, a bright and brilliant fireworks rose in the northwest direction, and Liu Changchun, who had already prepared to fight hard, saw that Li Rusong's side had been prepared, so he gave up his plan to continue to block.

"Master Liu! The eldest prince is ready, let's go over and kill the Tartars! Seeing the Mongol army disappear into the night, the men who had gathered together asked anxiously.

"The revenge of the brothers must be avenged! But we can't let them leave their bodies in the wilderness like this, we have to take them 'home'! Biting his lip to prevent tears from flowing, Liu Changchun choked up.

In this battle, Liu Changchun's command did not collect the night, a total of 68 people were killed, in fact, 58 people detonated the explosives on their bodies, and the Mongolian iron cavalry died together, opening a precedent for the dangerous mountain army to blow up and kill the enemy. Later generations praised him and said: The man in Liaodong would rather blow himself up and kill the enemy, rather than steal his life, and his courage will last for centuries.

At this time, Liu Changchun and the others didn't know the spread of the future generations, they staggered out of the hidden place one by one, regardless of the danger of being discovered by the Tartars, lighting torches, desperately searching for the remains of their companions' corpses!

"Brother! I must avenge the knife for them! Looking up at the starry sky overhead, Liu Changchun muttered to himself.

Northwest:

The Mongol army led by Tumen Khan was desperately whipping the horses at this time, and they were racing at great speed, hoping to meet the Turts who came to meet them as soon as possible. Just as the army marched to an open field!

"Boom!" The terrible sounds sounded one after another, not the sound of the Ming army's firearms firing and exploding, but the sound of a large number of people and horses suddenly falling into the traps, which shows how wide and deep these traps are dug!

I don't know how many big pits were dug in the whole open field, and usually seven or eight Mongol soldiers and horses fell into it, and they could only let out a scream, and then there was no sound. By now, hundreds of Mongol troops had fallen into the trap and were either seriously injured or killed. The momentum of the entire army's advance gradually slowed down, and at this moment the Ming army began to take the initiative to attack.

"Kill the Tartars!" In the dark night sky, accompanied by bursts of roars, countless Liaodong iron horsemen emerged from all directions, and they immediately hung a bag of grenades, and the fire fold in their left hand galloped to the vicinity of the Mongolian army at great speed. Ignited grenades, shot from large slingshots, rained down on the heads of the Mongol army.

Before the Mongol army could recover and launch a counterattack, the iron horsemen quickly turned their horses and disappeared into the night like ghosts. Again and again, the Mongol soldiers pursued them on horseback, only to fall into a nearby trap or disappear completely after a scream.

"Ahh Li Rusong, you coward! Dare to come out and fight Ben Khan in a dignified manner! Tumen's sweaty eyes cracked, and he shouted loudly into the darkness.

Unfortunately, in the darkness, all that was answered was a burst of sarcastic ridicule, and even more frantic and intensive harassment by the Ming army, which had by this time reduced the Mongol army by more than 1,300 men!

"Hey, fighting with you? I really think the master is stupid, 4,000 to 10,000, fuck your sister! In the darkness not far away, Li Rusong looked at the Mongolian army in chaos with a look of idiot, and said teasingly.

What Tumen Khan didn't know was that after half the incense injection, Yang Zhao's army would come, and at that time, he would really be unable to escape!