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The western side of the Tuoketo grassland.

When night falls, it is more lively than during the day, and all around is the neighing of war horses.

Ezhe feared that Dolgon would flee overnight, and Dolgon feared that Ezhe would attack the camp in the middle of the night.

Dolgon's face was blue in the Chinese army camp, and Okan who was kneeling opposite had more than a dozen wounds on his body.

"You can also be ambushed on the grassland?" Okan was Dolgon's favorite general, and he was eager to go up and slap him a few times.

Okan gritted his teeth and said, "It's the minions who underestimate the enemy." ”

"Underestimate the enemy, underestimate the enemy! In this way, you dare to underestimate the enemy. Dorgon stepped off the desk, pulled Ekan out of the tent, and pointed to the torches dotted in the distance.

In fact, why wasn't he careless? If you march immediately after crossing the river, you may not be far from naturalization.

The defeat at Okan made Dolgon fully aware of the dangers facing the army.

Under the night sky, the torch ranks of the Mongolian cavalry in the distance were like big snakes wriggling, wrapping around the camp, making him feel suffocated, and in a trance, it seemed as if they had turned into ropes tied to him, and the national fortune of Dajin's prosperity for decades seemed to be about to end here.

"Ahh Dorgon clenched his fists and let out a roar, struggling to break out of the illusion. He led 33,000 soldiers and horses under the two white flags on this expedition, and now with the losses of Okan, more than 4,000 Jurchen warriors have died in the grassland. The Jurchen clan is scarce, and the number of the entire clan is only 100,000. If his army is lost and naturalized, Tiancong Khan's imperial hegemony will become a dream. Those Han Eight Banners and Mongolian Eight Banners who are as docile as sheep may not be as obedient as they are today, and only strength is the guarantee in this world.

Can't afford to delay any longer! Dorgon ordered: "Gather the battalion commanders!" ”

In about a quarter of an hour, the lords of the battalions would gather in the tent, and the wolf-stricken Okan stood at the gate of the camp, and all the generals who passed by him in the tent changed their expressions greatly, and the air in the tent seemed to be frozen.

Dorgon sat on a large tiger skin seat in the center, and watched as the crowd lined up to the left and right.

He didn't speak, and no one dared to ask.

"Tonight, when the night is ugly, the whole army will break through to the east, except for the war horses, weapons and armor, and abandon a qiē baggage."

None of the generals in the tent dared to object.

Dolgon raised his voice and shouted to the embarrassed Okan at the mouth of the tent: "Okhan, you will break off with me and the white armor soldiers. "There are more than 800 men in 1,000 white armor, and that is Dorgon's reliance.

"Wow!" Okan was emotional, and Baylor gave him a chance to prove himself. The forward battalion is second only to the elite of the white armor soldiers, but he didn't expect that in this western expedition, he had never fought a battle on the battlefield in a dignified manner, and he lost six or seven percent in such a daze, which made him feel like he had a nightmare.

Li Liyan plucked up the courage to come out and ask: "Most of the cattle, horses, and livestock in my camp have been slaughtered...... There is no shortage of war horses in the army, such as the white-armored soldiers are one person and two horses, but the horses in the baggage camp are the worst, so they were slaughtered first.

"If you don't have a horse, you can only rely on two legs!" Dorgon glanced at him again and said, "Follow me!" ”

Li Li didn't dare to say more.

After the generals returned, under the cover of darkness, the Jurchen military camp was busy, and the soldiers wore armor and polished their blades.

At the end of the first quarter moon, the moonlight is deserted.

The moon in the sky seemed to have been slashed off, and Dorgon led his horse to stand in front of the big tent, how awkward to look.

"Damn the moon, how nice it would be if there was a storm!" Dorgon shook his head, laughing at how he had become less daring.

"Out!"

The first horse stepped out of the gate, followed by a neat line of knights.

In the baggage camp, more than 3,000 Han people had already sensed the abnormality in the camp, and at this time, they saw that the Jurchens in the camp before and after all crossed their horses, and they all panicked from \

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Li Li stood at the gate of the camp with his whole clothes draped, holding a leather whip and shouting angrily: "You can't act without authorization in the army, do you want to die?" Behind him stood more than a hundred Jurchen soldiers, their eyes indifferent.

There was also the courage to step forward and ask carefully, Li Li waved the leather whip and slapped his head and face, and scolded: "Go back to the camp." Behind him, the Jurchen had drawn the scimitar from his sheath, and the cold light appeared, and the sound of metal grinding was sluggish.

The Jurchen army left the camp in batches and quietly disappeared into the darkness, and they could not hide from the Mongol scouts for long.

Half an hour later, Dorgon saw the Mongols around him like a fried oil pot, and the cavalry with torches splashed in all directions, and the number of them covered the stars in the sky. He turned on his horse, raised the long knife in his hand, and shouted to the soldiers who were already ready: "Go! Okan clung to him.

Ten thousand horses galloping.

In front of the baggage camp, Li Li mounted his horse and followed the army to leave. The Han people in the camp leaned on each other, and their faces were all frightened. For people like them, the Jurchen army can capture hundreds of thousands every time they enter the customs, so how can Dolgon care.

In the summer evening breeze, the Mongol cavalry with torches covered the sky and the moon.

After Dolgon's victory, the cavalry walked unhurriedly, and they also lit torches, but they were not dense, and with their march, they did not have to worry about stumbling in front of their horses due to the unknown light.

The three sides on the left, center, and right were all Mongols, and they were almost surrounded, and Dolgon held the hilt of his sword and did not squint.

The three cavalry followed the Jurchens for more than ten miles, and the Chahars took the lead. Ezhe knew that if he didn't set an example, the Battle of Monan would be a repetition of the Yellow River crossing. Judging from the movement of the torches, the main force of the Jurchen army has gone away, and there are not many people left behind.

The two thousand-man teams galloped forward, about 500 steps away from the Jurchen rear team, and suddenly stopped, advancing and retreating, gradually narrowing the distance between them and the Jurchens.

Two or three hundred paces away, the sound of bowstrings suddenly rose in the darkness, and the dense long arrows in the night sky rained down on the heads of the light cavalry who were trying to attack. In the darkness, he couldn't see it clearly, and he only saw the men and horses in front of him falling to the ground, and the torches being thrown far away.

It turned out that Dolgon ordered a thousand men to stay in the dark steppe secretly, and took advantage of the distance of the bow to ambush the harassing Mongols.

The Jurchens each shot three arrows in the same place, and when they struck a successful blow, they immediately mounted their horses and quickly caught up with the slow-moving brigade.

Ezhe was furious, cut off the idea of testing again, and at the sound of an order, a large group of cavalry poured up like a tide.

Dolgon carefully saw the number and degree of torches pouring in, and immediately shouted loudly: "All the army turns, prepare to meet the enemy." "In the dark, the rear of the Jurchens became the front team, and the archers dismounted and stood by with bows, so that they could give the Mongols one more round of blows. Despite being knights, the Jurchens actually preferred to fight on the ground, and their horsemanship was inferior compared to that of the Mongols.

If it was possible to see the Jurchens in the outer column of sparse spears like erect manes during the day, they lined up their horses in the outer column, and used their spears to block the onslaught of the Mongols who might be facing. In the middle of the formation were knights in full armor, armed with long knives and axes, waiting for the order to charge, and Dorgon stood in the middle.

"Charge!" Ezhe ordered.

The Mongols rushed up with all sorts of strange cries, and in the daytime battles they were mostly silent, but they did not expect a completely different style at night.

Three hundred paces away, the first wave of bows and arrows came to the front, some people fell off their horses, and more people rushed to the bowstring with the corpses of their predecessors. The archers at the front of the Jurchens had only time to shoot two arrows and hurriedly retreated into the middle of the line, followed by a more dense rain of arrows, and the Mongols on horseback returned fire with their bows drawn.

The Mongol cavalry at the front retracted their bows, drew their scimitars and slammed their horses into the Jurchen ranks, one after the other.

The shouts of killing resounded through the dark grassland.

The Mongols, who were almost entirely light cavalry, were certainly not stupid enough to settle the battle with ramming, and they restrained their horses at the front of close combat, and slashed at the enemy's neck with their scimitars.

In the darkness of the night, the spear heads towering in the air were devouring like poisonous snakes, and corpses were strung together like sugar gourds. This is Dolgon's specially prepared for the Mongols, tried and tested, in fact, with their sparse spear formation, it is impossible to block the impact of the tidal cavalry, but the Mongolian cavalry lacks armor, and rarely uses flesh \u4

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The shouts of the Chahar people are the best signal, and the left flank Tushetu Khan ordered half of the cavalry to rush up to the siege, and Zasaktu Khan is not good at retreating, so he has to make a show anyway.

The vast and flat Tuoketo grassland is like three fire dragons biting a giant beast, twisting and shaking.

The situation was unclear in the dark, and the four sides did not dare to engage in a decisive battle with all their main forces, only the Chahars fought fiercely in close combat, and the rest mostly attacked each other with bows and arrows. Half an hour later, the Jurchen rear formation suddenly opened, and two thousand thick-armored cavalry rushed out of the formation, and Ekan black-clothed and black-armored cavalry were in the forefront with a wide sword.

The Jurchens were lost all the way, and the remaining bows and arrows were limited, and Dolgon had no intention of fighting. After a short encounter to find out the shape of the battlefield, he immediately selected the Chahar Division, which was the most aggressive attacker, as the target. He led the army with Okhan, supplemented by four hundred white-armored soldiers, determined to repel the pursuers in the rear.

"Rush!" Dorgon waved.

"Rush!" Okan urged horses.

The white-armored soldiers crashed straight into the Chahar chasing formation, and the broad knives of the tomahawks were rounded, stained with either death or injury. The artists are bold, they are not afraid of being cut off, they rush straight in, where the torches are dense, they rush to wherever they are.

Seeing that the cavalry in the front was in chaos, Ezhe was worried that the Jurchens would take the opportunity to kill them, so he ordered the cavalry to retreat slightly. There was already chaos in the darkness, and with the order to retreat, the Chahars retreated like a tide, and Okan took the opportunity to pursue for five or six miles before he stopped.

After Chahar retreated, the cavalry on both flanks was either slackening or fearing, and the offensive slowed down slightly, and Dolgon immediately ordered the army to march eastward and follow in the footsteps of the Chinese army.