There were 13,400 men and horses in Agubo and Yunusjiang, and about half of the Kokand soldiers in them. After the continuous losses of six or seven thousand indigenous soldiers and Huihui as cannon fodder, there are still a lot of them, and after deducting some cavalry, Aikemu can still gather three thousand people.

However, in this case, everyone knows what Agu Bai Zhi and they are doing, and since the aborigines and huihui joined the Agu Bai army, they don't know how many times they have fought this kind of cannon fodder shield, and they have long been experienced. The faces of the three thousand people were as ugly as if they had died of their parents.

The opposing expeditionary army, the Yarkand coalition army, was ready. Wei Ming led a hussar battalion brigade and thousands of Yeerqiang cavalry at the front, all ready to attack.

Liu Xian is not going to go around in circles again, today is a duel between him and Agubai. The current army is the essence of Aguba's military strength, and the 10,000 Enfield M1853 rifles supported by the British, and the 7,000 Kokand soldiers in the army are almost all gathered here.

If this army is crumbling, Aguba will have nothing to fear. Liu Xian plans to fight for both defeats and win the team in front of him.

"My lord, do you really have to fight hard? We are cavalry, and we ...... with speed" Xing Chang, the captain of the cavalry brigade of the Qin army who stayed behind, was still persuading Liu Xian. He really didn't expect Liu Xian to deal with it so simply, and directly piled up troops to fight hard-

Where is the previous slippery Liu Junmen? Why did it change so much?

"Is it necessary? Wouldn't it be nice to let Mongolia, Tibet, Yarkand and Xinjiang natives and huihui fight to the death? ”

Liu Xian didn't look at Xing Chang, he looked at the horse team in front of him with a flat gaze, just like the gaze of a friend, and said lightly.

When the natives and huihui soldiers come up, pull the team away. When the aborigines and huihui soldiers retreated, they pulled the team up. Just like the sixteen words said by Taizu of the Red Dynasty: the enemy advances and I retreat, the enemy is stationed and disturbs me, the enemy is tired and I fight, and the enemy retreats and I chase.

Liu Xian did a good job of these sixteen characters before, and now he is also capable of integrating these sixteen characters into this battle. As long as the two sides are deadlocked, the advantage will always be on Liu Xian's side. But-

"Don't think too well of the Yarkands, and don't really think of the hussar battalion as your own!"

When the words fell, a suffocating pressure instantly made Xing Chang's whole person stiffen. Liu Xian's two sentences stabbed two daggers into his heart. Is that okay?

Xing Chang asked himself. At last...... The answer is – it can be!

He didn't really regard the Yarkand people as his own, but he just felt that the Yarkand people came to help his army and wanted to defend one or two. Subconsciously, there is an extra layer of care. And the hussar battalion, he really regarded him as his own comrade.

Liu Xian's two sentences tore apart the heart of a pure soldier! But it also woke up Xingchang.

"Kill—"

Holding his saber high, Wei Ming rushed out of the horse team first. The passionate roar made the 1,600 or 700 cavalry behind him can't help but roar along, and the bright saber should shine on the sun in the sky, looking like a sea of silver light from afar.

The horses galloped, and the advancing cavalry group was at a rapid speed from the very beginning.

Because there was no artillery on either side, the battle formations on both sides were very close to each other, and the distance was only two miles stronger. The cavalry group began to attack forward, and the forces of the Akmu group also ran at the front of the whole army when they were in formation, and the distance between the two sides was only about a mile. It is exactly the distance suitable for the sprint of the war horse.

The charge of the cavalry was very powerful and powerful. Even though this class is now in decline. But for the indigenous soldiers and Huihui soldiers in Xinjiang, the cavalry group coming from the prancing horse and dancing the sword is still the most terrifying torrent.

Ekmu's face was calm, and he shouted orders. Over the past 3,000 Xinjiang natives and Huihui soldiers have been lined up in a dense rectangular array under the orders of Ikemu, and the musketeers are in front. In the face of the onslaught of the surging cavalry, these soldiers trembled in two ways, and their bodies were trembling.

"Listen to orders, listen to orders—"

"Whoever dares to shoot without permission, kill—"

"No shooting, no shooting—"

A distance of one mile, the war horse sprints for a minute at most. Voices of this and this echoed throughout the ranks of soldiers at the forefront of the Ekmu group.

His mouth was dry, and his lips were dry and dry like those of a poor child who had been trapped in the desert for three days and three nights. Blown by the cold wind again......

However, "bang ......"

When fear swallows up the heart, people can't control themselves. Or there is an idiom that 'can't help it'. A shot rang out as the cavalry charged to a distance of one or two hundred meters in front of the formation, along with a hysterical howl.

Ekmu's calm expression shattered instantly. "Damn-" If that mad soldier had been in front of him at this time, Ekmu would have drawn his knife and slashed him. The rage of rage could not stop the musketeers from firing.

The thousands of musketeers in the front line were still far away from the cavalry group, and all of them fired bullets from their guns. Be clear that they are not holding an Enfield M1853 rifle, but only a backward arquebus or flintlock pistol.

Don't think that Xinjiang is close to Central Asia and their weapons are relatively advanced. If you look at the Tibetan army in Tibet, you can see that whether the weapons are advanced or not has nothing to do with the distance of anything or a dime. Before this batch of weapons support from the British arrived, it was the descendants of Aguba, and they were also equipped with a considerable number of arquebuses.

Such guns were not lethal at all against a cavalry group at a distance of one or two hundred meters.

One can imagine how chaotic the musketeers of the Ekmu Group were when they pulled the trigger and caused a smoke of gunpowder in front of them. You must know that they were originally going to start a three-column platoon, but now they are holding all the burning sticks in their hands.

The anger was instantly suppressed, and as soon as Ekmu glanced at his henchmen left and right, a whining horn sounded immediately.

The charging cavalry group was like a big hammer, smashing the soldiers of the 3,000-plus Ikemu group to pieces. The horses' hooves were covered with blood and stumps, and the corpses were cut down in pieces like wheat.

"Rush them forward—"

"Drive them, drive them like herds, forward, forward—"

The battle made Wei Ming's mouth grin behind his ears, but he always remembered Liu Xian's orders. Shouting loudly, calling for the soldiers to obey orders.

This typical nomadic cavalry tactics are very familiar to both the hussar battalion and the Yarkand cavalry. There was no need for Wei Ming to give specific instructions at all, only his next decision, and spontaneously, the cavalry contingent on the battlefield became shepherds.

It's just that no one can find out that in the chaotic sequence of defeated soldiers of the Aikemu Group, there are two teams with a total of seven or eight hundred people, one left and one right, always guarding the left and right of Aikemu!

The team was in the middle of the defeated group, so there was no need to worry about the cavalry chasing after them, and there was no need to worry about the Kokand soldiers in front turning their faces and not recognizing people.

Aguba's face was gloomy and gloomy. More than 3,000 people were defeated like this with such a little effort, and they did not play the role of the Yarkand coalition army at all, they really all deserve to die!

"King Khan—" exclaimed Ekhan Tiule nervously.

Whether to shoot mercilessly according to the original arrangement, or what, Aguba needs to give instructions immediately.

"The original plan didn't work."

"Whoever dares to storm the army will be killed—"

"Cavalry ready, ready to attack, enemy generals ready to prepare troops-"

The cold voice bears witness to Aguba's nickname. Later generations often said that there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames. Couldn't be more correct. Aguba, the butcher of Central Asia, just doesn't take human life seriously at all.

Ekhan Tiule nodded yes, and the attendants on the side immediately blew the horn to convey Aguba's order.

According to Aguba's original plan, he used 3,000 cannon fodder to lure out the main force of the coalition army, and then used his own descendants to suppress or contain them, and then used the superior cavalry at hand to attack the location of the coalition commander, so that no matter whether or not the enemy's main general could be captured, the battle was taken.

Unfortunately, the reality of the moment completely disrupted his plans. The Ekmu group did not play a role in depleting and luring the coalition forces at all. The rapid rout of more than 3,000 troops simply forced Agubo to make a move.

"Ekmu—" Aguba wished he could kill him with a single sword. With today's killing, his rule in southern Xinjiang will be even more unpopular in the future. The anger in Aguba's heart can be imagined.

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