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Every winter, when the grasslands are covered with heavy snow, Mongolia's tribes, large and small, will hold hunting gatherings, ranging from dozens to hundreds of people at some time, and even tens of thousands at times.

Hunting is similar to marching and fighting, and depending on the prey, the method of encirclement is very different.

There are tiger enclosure, wolf enclosure, wild hunting enclosure, yellow sheep enclosure, fox enclosure and so on, and the number of people hunting is also divided into three long enclosures, four long enclosures and even five long enclosures. The tribal cavalry performed their duties in the hunting, and the division of labor was to close the encirclement, release the encirclement, bombard the encirclement, complete the encirclement, push the encirclement, tighten the encirclement, withdraw the encirclement, etc., and each of them was loyal to his duties.

Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, also evolved cavalry tactics from hunting and achieved the invincible Mongolian iron cavalry in the world.

Behind the grassy slopes of Gaolong, 3,000 Mongolian light horsemen lined up in an arc of three columns, and Tushetu Khan adopted the three-section long encirclement method.

At the top of the grassy slope, scouts lurking in the deep grass return every few moments to report the distance of the grain convoy.

The silent cavalry took control of their horses, waiting for the order to attack.

3,000 Mongol light cavalry against 600 Jurchen grain guards.

Tushetu Khan wanted to raid the camp of the grain convoy at night to reduce the losses, but the Han Chinese who responded did not agree. There is no guarantee to kill all the Jurchen cavalry in the dark, if anyone escapes and returns to Huacheng, this battle will die before it starts, Xiao Zhiyan's goal is not to let anyone slip through the net.

The sun on a June day is scorching, the water and wetlands of the Yellow River are damp, sweat and moisture are sticky to everyone's body.

The Jurchen cavalry was divided into two sections, escorting the grain convoy in the middle. Occasionally, when I look up, the sun of white flowers is everywhere on the endless meadow, and all eyes are drab green.

The pace of the Han grain man was slow, and no one spoke, as if he would waste a little more energy when he opened his mouth. This was the fifth time they had walked this way, and it took them a total of twenty days to walk from the city of Naturalization to the camp of Dorgon in Moxi, and every day it was clear where to rest and where to camp, and there was no need to rush.

Zackshan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the cavalry iron armor under the scorching sun was like a steamer, making him have to gulp water every other hour. He is the Niu Lu with the red flag, and he is also the commander of the cavalry of the grain transport team.

The flat grassland gradually rose, and a huge grassy slope stopped the road of the grain transport team, and after crossing it and walking forward for half a day to reach the bank of the Yellow River, today's trip was over.

Crossing the river tomorrow morning, you will face the Tengger Desert, the hardest along the way. Looking up at the sun in mid-sky, Zackshan was a little scared when he thought about the desert, they had to stock up on the ferry with enough water.

Under the sky, on the green grass, not even a single bird or beast can be seen in the four fields, and the Hetao grassland seems to be the only one walking alone.

As the footsteps extended, the slope of the grass slope increased, and the pace of the grain transport team faltered.

The grassy slope was not very steep, but it was long, and the pack horse was panting and slowing down halfway through his walk.

Zackshan raised his horsewhip and shouted scolding, signaling the people to speed up, but he didn't really fight. These recruited Han people have lived in Liaodong for some years, and whether they were forced to stay or were taken captive from the Guannei by the army, they have become accustomed to life in Liaodong. Since Tiancong Khan ascended the throne, he has treated the Han people much more favorably than before, and the Han people no longer think about running away at the first opportunity as before.

The uphill climb is tough, and the slow descent at the top will make it a lot easier for the team. There were only more than two miles left from the top of the slope, and Zack beckoned to put his hand on the tip of his brow to block the dazzling sunlight and look up. In a trance, he suddenly saw a cavalry on the top of the slope, and at that moment, he thought he was hallucinating, and rubbed his eyes vigorously to look again.

You can't go wrong this time!

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O9 Ambush! Zakshan shouted, cold sweat on his back, and he could no longer feel the heat of the weather.

"Enemy attack!" The soldiers shouted in panic.

The pack horses scattered, and the people had never experienced the battle formation, so they were at a loss, spreading their feet and running down the slope.

The cavalry in three formations sprinted down from the top of the slope in a crescent moon shape, their bows and arrows raining down.

Zakshan drew his scimitar and glanced back at the hillside he had just climbed with great difficulty, and the cavalry that followed the trend would be unstoppable. He never dreamed that there would be so many Mongol cavalry in the heart of the Hetao, and that there was no sign of the Mongols in the Hetao after Dorgon's army had emptied the Hetao a few months earlier.

Tushetu Khan stopped his horse and gave orders.

The Mongol cavalry took advantage of the slope to speed up the degree of the war horse, the meniscus was thick in the middle and the wings were thin, the cavalry in the center raised their scimitars and crashed into the Jurchens, and the cavalry on both wings spread out slightly and shot the bows and arrows in their hands.

"Assemble!" Zakeshan swung his sword to gather his subordinates, but it was too late, and the Jurchens could not even form a formation.

More than two miles of horses and horses arrived in an instant, and the Mongolian light cavalry moths on the top of the hillside crashed straight down. If in the plains, the Mongol light cavalry did not dare to confront the Jurchen cavalry head-on, although Zakeshan's command was not a heavy knight, but at least he had iron armor to protect him, and the iron weapon on the Mongols was only a scimitar in his hand.

But here's the downhill slope.

There were 200 Mongolian cavalry in the first wave of impact, they didn't use weapons at all, and the war horses that were frantically sprinting more than 300 catties rolled down with huge inertia, and the Jurchen cavalry raised the weapons in their hands and were immediately knocked over.

The horses tumbled down, neighing in pain.

"Hold on!"

As soon as Zakeshan finished shouting these words, the routs around him swept him backwards, and even his mount could not be controlled in the chaotic army. The Mongol archers on the flanks gave hot pursuit, their bows aimed at the Jurchen cavalry with their backs wide open.

At the point of impact, dozens of horses fell to the ground and struggled, most of them had broken bones, and it was difficult to stand again. The Mongols and Jurchens who fell to the ground struggled to get up, still looking for weapons scattered on the ground to fight.

Tushetu Khan waved his hand again.

A second wave of 500 cavalry added from the top of the slope and followed in the footsteps of the Jurchen's rout. The Mongols, who were highly skilled in horsemanship, skillfully avoided pack horses and people, and the cavalry lined up in the gaps, trampled with iron hooves, and blood splashed everywhere they passed.

The people fled in a panic, and the Mongol cavalry on both flanks pulled the battle line wider, trying to drive the yellow sheep in the direction of the bottom of the hillside in winter.

The first wave of sprinting cavalry was almost clinging to the back of the Jurchen rout.

"Kill them!" Zakeshan was furious, they were warlike Jurchens, how could they be defeated so far.

The pursuing Mongol cavalry was scarce in number, because they could not control it and fell into the Jurchen queue, and suddenly showed their disadvantage, and the Jurchen soldiers who had recovered from their senses waved thick knives and counterattacked.

"Kill!"

Zakshan slashed off half of the head of the Mongolian who was sideways, and felt another dark cloud hanging over his head.

The sound of panicked horses' hooves reached his ears, and the five hundred cavalry rushed down from the top of the slope with the sound of the howling wind, and Zake's soul was scattered, and in such a terrain, the heavy cavalry might not be able to withstand the impact of the light cavalry.

Five hundred Mongol cavalry rammed in again, and the people turned on their backs, screaming everywhere, and the Jurchens were defeated.

Zackshan turned his horse's head and shouted, "Retreat!" ”

The Jurchen cavalry finally abandoned the grain convoy and fled to the bottom of the hillside, facing the endless grassland.

Two death fights destroyed the morale of the Jurchens, and the Tushetu Khan war horse on the top of the grassy slope was finally activated.

More than 1,000 cavalrymen passed through the left and right sides of the grain convoy and pursued closely.

There were no cavalry in the world that could compete with the Mongols, including the Jurchens.

The Mongols lacked iron armor, but light riding made the load on the horses lighter.

The pursuing light cavalry was getting closer and closer to the Jurchens, and the Mongols brandished their scimitars and shouted strangely.

Tushetu Khan no longer allowed the scattered Jurchens to gather again, and the Mongols were outnumbered, dividing the Jurchen rout into a dozen places, using bows and arrows at a distance and scimitars at close.

During the melee, the Jurchens showed their superiority in armor, and their hand-to-hand combat and strength caused a lot of trouble for the Mongol light cavalry, but it was too late.

The hard reef was eventually submerged in the sea of Mongolian light horsemen, making it a perfect hunt for yellow sheep.