Li Hu leaned against the grassy slope, he looked very comfortable and comfortable, he was relaxing for the big battle that was about to start.

A Tumut man stood beside him, probably not used to seeing him so lazy, and his eyebrows curled slightly.

Li Hu faced the blue sky and asked: "The people of Modong are back" Today's weather is good, General Zuo led the army on a long journey, and he was also resting before attacking the village

Tumut Han said: "The Modong army has already embarked on the way home, and it can reach Junzijin before dark." ”

"Will Ezhe only watch?" Li Hu did not have much respect for the Great Khan of Mongolia. Thankfully, it was a Tumut standing in front of him.

"Don't worry, the Mongols have nothing to fear" Li Hu said without hesitation. He was referring to the Mongols of Modong, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he attacked a large area.

That Tumut felt something, and said: "You are a good general, but you are not a good man" Zuo Ruo's love will of course be a good hand at fighting and training. He followed Li Hu for half a year, and was convinced of Li Hu's ability, but he didn't dare to compliment Li Hu's personality.

"Heroes? Hehe" Li Hu sat up with a smile, "Have you ever seen a good man?" ”

The Tumut nodded and said, "Yes, back then, he and the princess saved the lives of our Tumuts"

"Who?"

Tumut put his hands together on his chest, and said with a respectful expression: "Lord Qianhu Zhai Zhe"

Li Hu's expression froze and asked, "What's your name?" "The name of the Mongol is strange, and he has always been unable to remember.

The Tumut of "Uligi" turned and walked down the slope.

"Boom"

A cannon rang out in the distance, and Li Hu stood up with a carp and strode towards the bottom of the hillside.

"Sortie"

The Han cavalry formed a column first, and the Tumuts and Chahar were divided into two wings on the left, and more than 2,000 cavalry fanned upside down to the camp of Junzijin Ferry.

In the distance, the Han infantry marched in a straggler queue towards the camp of the Modong people.

Li Hujun slowly lowered his footsteps on the flank, the Mongols took off their bows and arrows, and the Han drew their Qi swords.

Their mission was to hold back the cavalry that might be killed from the camp. The advantage of such a straggler formation of the Ming infantry was that it could bombard the area with the iron artillery of the Guò Modong people with minimal losses, and the disadvantage was that it could not cope with the surprise attack of the Mongol cavalry.

With the roar of every iron cannon in his ears, Li Hu could catch with his naked eyes those iron balls that rose in the air and smashed them on the ground, and then rolled forward in the grass. The ground of the grassland was soft, and when the iron ball touched the ground, most of its power had been removed, and the rolling distance was not long.

From time to time, the Ming soldiers were hit by the tumbling iron balls, and they shouted in pain.

However, there are too few such cases.

The Ming soldiers walked in silence, and the armor soldiers who walked in the front held a long iron fork in one hand and a bird gun in the other, and their armor blocked their bodies and faces. After the armor, some of the foot soldiers carried shields, some of the foot soldiers carried long spears, and some of the foot soldiers carried large packages.

Unless you're hit by an iron cannon, you can't feel any emotion on them.

They are just listening to the order.

Uligi's eyes widened, admiring and terrified. No wonder Li Hu looked down on the Mongols. He had never seen an army in disarray under a frontal bombardment of iron artillery. Do they not know life and death, and have no fear?

Li Hu stretched out his hand to block the rising sun directly opposite, and an incomparable pride suddenly rose in his heart. He is proud to be part of this army.

"General Zuo is mighty" He tightened the reins of his war horse. The people and horses have the same mind, and the war horses raise their front hooves and neigh.

During training, they can cross the sea of fire and face the iron cannon on the battlefield.

The armor of the first phalanx gathered three or four hundred paces away from the Mongol camp, and at such a close distance that the iron cannons could no longer threaten them.

Sure enough, the tempo of the cannon slowed down.

The scattered soldiers quickly assembled into a single group and continued on their way, with the first row of heavily armored samurai and the second row of foot soldiers raising their shields above their heads.

Two hundred steps, one hundred steps,......。

A swarm of hornets suddenly flew in front of the Modong camp, and feathered arrows whistled out with a cold sound.

Uligi couldn't help but close his eyes.

The Ming soldiers shouted slogans that he did not understand, and the accents of the people of eastern Zhejiang were very different from those spoken by the people of Shanxi.

The crisp sound of a bird like a firecracker came into the ears, and the sound was not as shocking as the iron cannon, but it was dense, and it faintly suppressed the momentum of the iron cannon.

When Uliji opened his eyes again, he saw that the Ming army armor was wielding an axe to chop through the rough wooden fence. The feathered arrows stuck in the thick armor were as dense as hedgehog thorns, and those people must have been similar to the dead soldiers of the Jurchens.

He is already frightened, is the army of the Ming Dynasty already strong? Thinking that these people were all subordinates of the Tumut Thousand Households, a warm feeling rolled through his heart.

The Ming army had armor soldiers in front of the village and attracted feather arrows, although the bird guns in the back were not as good as the archers of Modong Mongolia, but the disadvantage in the battle was not obvious.

After another moment, the Modong Mongols seemed to have found a trick, and they began to shoot at the legs of the Ming soldiers. Thick armor protected the chest and head the most, because the armor had to walk, and only light armor was covered below the knee.

With a cup of tea, more than 20 armor soldiers were shot and lay on the grass. Someone knelt on the ground after being hit by an arrow and raised the axe above his head, slashing hard at the gap that had just been broken.

Wu Liji was uneasy in his heart, and turned his head to look at Li Hu, who looked more impatient than him.

However, there has not yet been a sign of sending troops from the Admiral's side.

Two or three days could not build a strong camp, and after an hour the west side of the camp was cut several gaps. Hundreds of corpses were piled up outside the wooden walls of the camp, and only half of the more than 300 armor soldiers of the Ming army were still active.

The Modong people seemed to be frightened by the bravery of the Ming army, and even the feather arrows shot looked weak.

Uliji's palms were covered with sweat.

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the Modong camp, and he looked up to see that thousands of cavalry rushed towards the exhausted Ming army array.

"Kill the past," Li Hu's cry came.

Uliji didn't have time to think, his legs slammed into the war horse, and he rushed out with his companions. He has lived on horseback since he was a child, and his riding skills are exquisite, and he bends his bow and arrows while watching the situation more than ten miles away.

The cannon rang out again, and he felt a wave of heat pass overhead. In the distance, the infantry in the Ming army's array erected spears, but the density was not enough, and they were gradually killed closer by the Modong people.

He saw the men in the phalanx struggling to throw out a black thing, and then the flames burst out, a puff of black smoke rose up, and the explosion was louder than an iron cannon. In the black smoke, the war horses of the Modong cavalry jumped into the air.

Out of nowhere, a feathered arrow shot the man in the chest, and the man's body shook, and he threw out what he had already taken in his hand, and his body fell to the ground.

Another flash of fire, an explosion.

The Modong people slashed and shot arrows around the Han people's phalanx, peeling away the hard shell of the phalanx layer by layer.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer," the galloping war horse rushed to the battlefield like a somersault cloud with Uliji. He looked to the south, and a large force of Ming troops was also sprinting, with two thousand cavalry in front and two-legged foot soldiers behind.

Among the cavalry, a battle flag and a "left" character are written.

The long arrow in Wu Liji's hand didn't have time to shoot out, and he saw that the Modong cavalry in front of him suddenly gave up besieging the Ming army and fled back to the camp in a hurry.

There was no danger to defend there, and the Ming army formation, which was still crumbling a quarter of an hour ago, seemed to have suddenly come to life, and actually followed the Modong cavalry who fled in a hurry into the camp.

Another wooden fence was torn down, and Uliji rushed through the gap to shoot a long arrow that had been in his hand for two hours at a Mongol hiding in the corner of the tent and shooting arrows.

The Ming soldiers were like a group of robbers, lighting all the tents in turn, black and white smoke were entangled, and the sound of explosions sometimes sounded far away, sometimes in the ears.

Uligi rubbed his eyes to find his next target, when he suddenly felt a whirlwind blow past him, all the way to the deepest part of the camp.

"General Zuo's cavalry" A light flashed in his mind, urging the horse to follow.

Encountering no decent resistance along the way, Uliji put away his bow and arrows, drew his bright Qi knife, and after shooting a Modong man, he never found the enemy.

As he was looking around, a Mongolian shout came from ahead: "Wuri has been captured, and those who do not surrender will die." ”

There are no decent soldiers and horses in the camp of Junzijin. Under the protection of the Manchus, Modong did not have a war for many years, and those small tribes only fought with the instinct of hunting. Some people go to the battlefield for the first time, how can they resist Zuo Ruo's elite soldiers.

Uliji didn't know who Wuri was, and he thought it was the leader of the Modong people. It seems that the battle is decided, and he slows down the degree of his war horse.

At this moment, Li Hu's voice came from behind him, "Someone wants to escape, follow me"

Uliji hurriedly urged the horses to rush over and rushed out of the camp with the flow of cavalry.

There was not so much smoke outside, and he saw five or six hundred paces away, two or three thousand knights frantically whipping their horses and fleeing to the west.

The cavalry pursued three or four hundred paces, and there was a twisting and turning horn sound from the camp behind them. Wu Liji didn't know the meaning, Li Hu knew very well that this was the clarion call to collect the troops, he reined in his horse and scolded: "Let you go for the time being." ”

When Uligi returned to the camp, the fire was gradually extinguished.

The Ming army was guarding several gates and were seizing the wooden boats on the shore. Wooden boats and sheepskin rafts were gathered in two or three places, and some people threw the dismantled tents to cover them, and finally threw a torch at the end.

The raging flames rose into the air, and Wu Liji escorted two or three thousand Modong Mongol captives with Li Hu to the bank of the Yellow River.

The heat wave brought out by the fire was scorching, and Uligi deliberately fell behind, wanting to stay away from the fire.

At this moment, a Han military attache galloped over and shouted: "The Admiral has an order, ordering Vice General Li to drive the prisoners into the Yellow River, and life and death are up to him."

Uligi has a long mouth, and his heart is cold. The Mongol tribes were at war, often plundering other people's men, but rarely slaughtering captives who surrendered.

A goatee-bearded Mongol heard it clearly and cried: "Admiral Zuo, you said you were going to let us go." ”

Li Hu raised his Qi knife and shouted, "Do you jump down by yourself, or let me cut your throat and throw it down." ”

In front of me, the Yellow River is surging.

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