Wei Zheng, who was still sleepy-eyed just now, heard the news, and a pair of eyes shot out two rays of light directly.

Then, he asked with an expectant face: "General Zhou, what is the surrounding terrain, with our troops, can we guarantee that all these Mongols will be wiped out..."

"Also, around this tribe, how far is the nearest tribe, and will the gunshots of our battles reach the ears of the Mongols of other tribes ..."

Under Wei Zheng's gaze, the excited expression on Zhou Chenguang's face was quickly covered by Yan Sù.

He replied to Wei Zheng: "Marshal, this Mongolian tribe is at a leeward point, as long as the cavalry is sent to block the three surrounding highlands, the Mongols located in the tribe will not be able to escape..."

"As for the other Mongol tribes in the vicinity, the nearest ones are twenty miles away....even if we use the Francophone artillery in the course of the battle, it is impossible for it to reach the ears of the other tribes......"

"Okay..."After hearing this answer, the last trace of worry in Wei Zheng's heart disappeared.

He shouted to Zhou Shuyuan: "Since this is the case, then our first battle against Mongolia will start with this tribe." ”

"Immediately inform General Wang and General Zhao that the commander is going to issue a combat order..."

On the way to Shuai Tent, Wang Feng and Zhao Yun asked for the purpose of their visit.

Therefore, as soon as he walked into the handsome tent, two pairs of eyes full of expectation converged on Wei Zheng.

When a look full of determination appeared on Wei Zheng's face, Wei Zheng, who was still pensive just now, had already opened his eyes and pointed to the map spread on the desk in front of him. With a majestic face, he commanded, "General Zhao." General Wang. This is the information that General Zhou has just sent back...."

"Look here, a Mongol tribe of more than 2,000 people is stationed here. And the first battle of our army to Mongolia was to destroy this tribe..."

"Ben Shuai ordered: General Zhao, you immediately command the cavalry and quickly rush to the battlefield... Under the guidance of the scouts, complete the encirclement of this Mongol tribe, and no one will be allowed to leave this tribe......"

"General Wang. Immediately gather all the musketeers, quickly rush to this Mongol tribe, prepare to attack this Mongol tribe, destroy it..."

"General Zhou, continue to command the scout army, patrol around the battlefield, and eliminate any fish that may slip through the net around the battlefield....My request is to exterminate this Mongol tribe without revealing any news. Only in this way can we quietly loot more war horses from the Mongols in Mongolia. ”

"Finally. I'm reminding you....we are an army, not brutes....Tartars can kill people when they see them. However, we can't...... Therefore, in the course of the battle, as long as these Mongols surrendered, the commander would never allow anyone to kill innocents indiscriminately on the battlefield. ”

"Let's not forget that although there are countless displaced people in our two provinces who need to be resettled, these displaced people are, after all, the Ming people, our compatriots, and cannot be squeezed. However, these Mongols are not the same..."

"The Mongols we captured on the battlefield will cross those mines in Shanxi and Shanxi provinces, and there will be more free absenteeism and more iron ore ...... for us."

"Obey the commander's order......" Under the gaze of Wei Zheng's sharp eyes, the three of them replied in unison.

After Wei Zheng showed a satisfied smile on his face, he ordered again: "There are still two hours before dawn, and we will strive to launch an attack on this Mongolian tribe in two hours..."

The Mongolian steppe, which has been shrouded in night for six hours, slowly shows itself to the world.

Hundreds of yurts in the Mongolian tribes, already surrounded by the cavalry regiments of the Haw Par Army, have become angry and smoky.

Not only that, but some herders have already stepped out of their yurts and started to arrange their harnesses in preparation for the day's grazing.

Just when these herders are full of anticipation and ready for a new day.

Behind the hill about two miles from them, thousands of musketeers were already hurrying to the battlefield with tired expressions.

As an excellent commander, Wang Feng knows very well that only at this time is the moment when people are most paralyzed and relaxed. That is, only at this time to launch an attack on the enemy, your own losses will be minimal.

Although the soldiers behind him were very tired, Wang Feng still opened his mouth and ordered.

"Soldiers, I know you are tired, but when you think of your relatives who died at the hands of the Tartars and the Mongols, you will feel that the hard work is worth it."

"Because, among the Mongols in front of you, there are probably your enemies..."

"In order to avenge the death of your loved ones, General Ben ordered: Check your weapons and ammunition immediately and prepare for an attack."

"Start attacking..."

After Wang Feng's order was issued, the five thousand musketeers in the battalion, like a sharp sword out of their sheath, quickly crossed the hill in front of them and rushed towards the Mongol tribe at the foot of the mountain.

Not only that, but the five thousand spears that had been loaded with lead bullet were also held flat in the hands of the five thousand musketeers.

As soon as the attacked Mongols came into range and showed signs of resistance, these well-trained musketeers would not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot the lead bullets in the chamber.

More than a dozen offensive torrents composed of tigers and leopards and musketeers suddenly appeared around the tribe, and the Mongolian tribe, which had just been quiet, immediately sounded a series of deafening warning sounds.

Then, hordes of Mongolian herders, like floods bursting their banks, poured out of their yurts with weapons in hand.

Perhaps they have long been accustomed to this way of life of participating in battles at any time. The herdsmen who rushed out of the yurt did not become confused by the attack, but quickly rushed to their mounts.

Mounted on a war horse, with a bow on his back, and a cavalry scimitar in his hand...... A well-trained cavalryman, appeared.

When the vast musketeers were about to rush a mile outside the yurt, more than 500 Mongolian cavalry had already gathered outside the yurt and prepared for a counterattack.

In addition to this, there was a steady stream of cavalry, constantly gathering outside the yurt.

At this time, the Mongolian cavalry who took the lead did not care about the subordinates who had not yet arrived on the battlefield, directly raised the saber in their hands, shouted, and rushed towards the tiger and leopard musketeers.

The five hundred Mongolian cavalry that followed also waved and cursed, screaming and launching a counterattack against the Tiger and Leopard Army....

In the eyes of these Mongolian cavalrymen, in the endless Mongolian steppe, no matter how many infantry there is, it is impossible to match the cavalry. Therefore, for this counterattack, every Mongolian cavalry was full of confidence and hope on his face.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Just when the distance between the two armies was rapidly shortened from three hundred paces to one hundred and fifty paces. The Haw Par Army's musketeers, who were advancing forward, suddenly stopped. Then, under the gaze of the Mongol cavalry full of puzzlement and contempt, he pulled the trigger and shot the lead bullet in the chamber of the gun at himself.

"These Han people are too timid....to shoot at a distance of one hundred and fifty paces, do they think that the range of the musket in their hands can reach one hundred and fifty paces?" said the Mongol cavalry with a look of disdain on his face.

However, the next scene directly turned the disdain in their hearts into shock.

The whistling buckshot not only did not lose its power, but flew quickly towards it with a scorching heat.

In the blink of an eye, these buckshots came into close contact with their bodies...

The scorching buckshot, barely encountering any obstacles, lightly pierced the leather jackets they wore on their bodies and pierced their bodies.

As a trace of pain quickly spread from the wound to their bodies, these Mongolian cavalrymen, who were in shock, immediately felt that their limited body was rapidly flowing from the wound.

Not only that, but my eyes also began to become blurry due to exhaustion...

When their hands loosened the reins of the war horse because of weakness, their whole bodies seemed to be added with lead, and they fell directly from the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground....

In the blink of an eye, the Mongol cavalry that rushed to the front fell no less than fifty people.

And just when these cavalrymen had not yet reacted from their shock and consternation, the second and even the third round of gunfire had already reached the ears of these Mongolian cavalrymen.

As for the Mongol cavalry that launched a counterattack against the Tiger and Leopard Army, in this round after round, it seemed that in a steady stream of lead bullets, like ripe wheat, pieces were cut to the ground and turned into corpses...

Under the harvest of these lead bullets, five hundred Mongolian cavalry, without exception, fell on the road of counterattack.

As for the herdsmen in the tribe who watched the battle while waiting for good news. In the face of the sudden change in front of them, everyone had an unprecedented look of shock on their faces.

However, the Haw Par Army musketeers, who succeeded in destroying the 500 Mongol cavalry, did not intend to give them the slightest time to react and prepare. Thousands of musketeers, directly stepping on the corpses of the Mongolian cavalry killed in battle, continued to surround the yurt.

"Shoot the arrows....Immediately release the arrows....never let these Han people come near us, our yurt ......"

The death of relatives did not terrify the rest of the tribe, but aroused the most primitive bloodthirstiness and fighting spirit in their hearts, which is the biggest difference between nomads and cultivators.

Under the orders of the tribal elders, all the herdsmen in the tribe who could wield their longbows raised their longbows without exception and threw arrows at the location of the tiger and leopard army......

The Haw Par Army musketeers, who were still thinking about surviving the lives of these herdsmen, had to pull the trigger of the musket with a determined face in the face of the arrows flying towards them...

After the sound of bean-like gunfire, the hateful herdsmen, like ripe wheat, were once again cut to the ground by lead bullets, and turned into corpses with screams.

The gunfire has stopped, and the herdsmen in the tribe who can still fight back have become very few....

After confirming that there were no more enemies in the yurts that could threaten their safety, the musketeers, who had almost no losses, quickly poured into the yurts and began to reap the fruits of battle. (To be continued......)