Chapter 39: The Decisive Victory [2]

Dayan Khan looked coldly at a group of people kneeling on the ground and said, "You Taiji haven't come back, why are you still coming back?" Dayan Khan waved his hand, and immediately someone stepped forward and dragged these dozens of people down. Dozens of people struggled desperately, shouting, "Great Khan, Great Khan." ”

Before the voice landed, the head had already landed.

Dayan Khan looked at the sun, this fight, it was noon, the sun had risen to the highest, and the autumn sun made people feel warm.

The previous temptation has figured out the truth and truth. The tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side are definitely the elite of the Southern Dynasty, and it is impossible to win the victory at a very small cost, but Dayan Khan has been ruling the world for decades, and he is afraid of who will come, since he can't win easily, he will fight with swords and guns, and see who is male and female today.

Dayan Khan slowly pulled out the knife, and the bright sunlight flowed on the knife surface like flowing water. He pointed forward and shouted, "Strike." ”

It was as if it were the wail of countless beasts, and countless horns came to mind. The Tartars were all dispatched, and they crashed down like a flash flood.

Dayan Khan was no exception, he was surrounded by hundreds of armor soldiers, and he rushed down from the rear.

This time it's not a trick.

But seeing that it seemed to be a tide-like cavalry, it was instantly divided into several batches, and the place where the firepower of the Ming army array was vacant rushed over.

The previous Tartar rushed to the front of the formation several times and shot arrows into the formation, and he had already mastered all the virtual and real firearms in the army, and at this moment rushed towards the place where firearms were scarce. After all, no matter how many firearms Zhengde carried, when arranging the formation, there would be all the emphasis, and the places where the Mongolian cavalry attacked at this moment were the weak firearms of the Ming army.

A Tartar with a hideous face like a ghost, crouched on the horse's back, and looked at it from a distance, as if a herd of wild horses were galloping forward, and there was no one on it at all.

The light of the sword flickered, and the arrows rained like clouds.

The Ming Dynasty was the era of alternating cold weapons and gunpowder weapons, although gunpowder weapons have been in the battle and occupy a very important position, but from a practical point of view, it is still cold weapons that can really decide the winner.

"Boom." A sound, or not a sound, is innumerable.

Countless cavalry slammed into the Ming army's formation, and the sound of screams was endless, and the originally neatly arranged military formation, as if it had been gnawed by a dog, became crooked, and this zigzag front was full of corpses of men and horses, and there was a feeling of blood flowing like a river. And the people who rushed to the front did not stop at all, they trampled on blood, stepped on corpses, shouted desperately, roared, and fought, and the battle entered a climax from the beginning.

One is angry, two is declining, and three is exhausted.

This was the first onslaught of the Tartars, and the most powerful one. Zhu Houhuang gritted his teeth, and quickly crushed his teeth alive. For a moment, he almost thought that the entire Ming army was going to collapse in an instant, because he could see that the people who fought in the first two rows of the phalanx, no, even the first three rows, were almost dead.

And it was not only the Ming army that died, but also those who were at the forefront of the Mongol soldiers. Zhu Houhuang could hardly understand why they had to hold on even though they knew they would die, and he didn't understand why they knew that rushing forward was a dead end. But Zhu Houhuang suddenly realized that this is war. It's not who wins and who loses, but who lives and who dies.

A long breath sounded in Zhu Houhuang's ears. Zhu Houhuang looked at Zhengde, it was Zhengde's voice. It seems that Zhengde is not as determined as he appears.

Zhengde saw sweat on his forehead and said, "Begin." ”

But when he saw the chariots guarding the two wings, the chariots and the chariot baffles suddenly descended, and one passage after another was divided, and countless cavalry rushed out of the passages and went up from the two wings to the middle.

The biggest element of cavalry is speed. The Mongol cavalry slammed into the infantry phalanx of the Ming army, and in an instant it seemed that the entire phalanx was pushed back more than a zhang, leaving behind corpses, giving the Ming army a big blow. But in doing so, they also lost their most important weapon, which was speed.

They were all surrounded in front of the Ming army, there was no speed at all, and in the face of the Ming cavalry rushing from both wings, they were almost under the disadvantage of being pressed and beaten.

"Father Khan." Ah Zhu turned his head to look deeply, and looked deeply at Dayan Khan. At this time, Dayan Khan needs to decide.

What to do?

Dayan Khan did not look at the cavalry of the Ming army rushing from both flanks, but looked at the dragon banner of Zhengde. For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Dayan Khan's mind. He remembered the wish he made when he was a child, to rebuild the Golden Family, as long as he was captured, then it was to kill the emperor of the Southern Dynasty, defeat the main force of the Ming army in front of him, and Xuanda Land, he could let him come and go, and he couldn't say that he could enter the capital again and win the Central Plains.

Dayan Khan pointed to the dragon banner of Zhengde and said: "Those who kill Zhengde will seal ten thousand households." ”

At this moment, Dayan Khan had already launched all his chips, a full 50,000 elite cavalry, which was half of the total strength of the entire Mongols. The best of all Mongolia.

Under the order of Dayan Khan, all the Mongol cavalry seemed to be crazy, and killed in the direction of Zhengde, killing the Ming cavalry from both wings without paying attention at all.

The outer four armies are the elite of the Ming army, otherwise Zhengde would not have risked breaking with the civilian officials and transferred the outer four armies to the Beijing division, these cavalry are the elite of the Ming army, not worse than the Mongolian cavalry at all, and even many of them are hereditary officials of the Ming Dynasty. Mongols themselves. Seeing that the Mongols were attacking the Zhengde main formation like crazy, they didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and they also killed the two wings of the Mongols like crazy.

In an instant, tens of thousands of shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth. It also entered the melee.

The cavalry of the Ming army, which had been killed from both wings, collided with the Mongol cavalry desperately, and you have me and I have you. Although they were all scattered, the cavalry twice, inspired by the two general flags, desperately killed the middle, one side was Xu, and the other was Zhu.

And the infantry phalanx was even more slaughtered.

Zhu Houhuang watched as the entire phalanx was in chaos, and the Mongols were punched out in several directions, and all firearms were useless.

Zhengde was as calm as ice, giving one order after another.

"Order the people to line up and kill in."

"Order that those who dare to take a step back will be executed by the enemy."

"Send all the brocade guards out to supervise the formation, and kill those who dare to look back."

"Order, Tartar heads, a reward of fifty taels."

Countless orders flowed like water, and countless heralds galloped out from Zhengde's side like flowing water.

It's just that no matter how hard Zhengde tries, he can't save it, and the general trend is declining.

Zhengde couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "Dead Tartar, how did you fight?" ”

Indeed, this situation Zhengde did not think about.

Because he used the formation commonly used by the Ming army, this kind of very common flank attack, if the other party is wise, should not fight hard, should give up attacking the Chinese army, and divide the troops to resist the two wings, or, simply retreat.

The Mongols have always had this virtue, and the Ming army in the Hongwu Yongle period was never afraid of the Mongols fighting them, but they were afraid that the Mongols would not fight, and they would do hide-and-hide with all their might. Dayan Khan, on the other hand, seemed to be insane, disregarding the lives of all his subordinates, and wanted to attack.

Zhengde underestimated himself.

He underestimated the temptation of Dayan Khan to capture another emperor.

He didn't intend to be a bait, but he really used himself as a bait.

Dayan Khan came down like this again, and after the two wings of the Ming army were encircled, the cavalry that had fallen into the battle formation of the Ming army would all be finished, and this was the most elite force under Dayan Khan. In this way, regardless of victory or defeat, the Mongols will definitely suffer heavy losses.

This is a big gamble, and it is a gamble on the national fortunes of the two countries.

Zhengde suddenly said: "Brother Huang, I regret a little that I brought you here." ”

Zhengde also underestimated the war, the war is not a game, it is a real place where corpses stand, there is death at any time, on the battlefield, no matter how noble a person is, he may not be able to save his life, he regrets bringing Zhu Houhuang over, he is worried that if he has some misfortune, how will the entire Ming Dynasty be maintained, and where will it go?

"I regret not listening to Mr. Yang."

Zhengde has some remorse, but this remorse is only for a while.