Hua Houwei smiled, "The Wing Army is too strong, Suleiman and Ismaili want my head, but they don't dare to act lightly. But once you act, you have the grasp of a soldier! Why should Lao Tzu take the risk? It's better to sell a flaw yourself and induce them to do it when they are not fully prepared, so that we have a better chance of running back!"

Only then did Wan Songlin and Wang Zhi understand that Hua Houwei's calculations behind his seeming recklessness were all admired. The rest was a technical issue, and the three of them discussed for a while, and finally decided that Wan Songlin would bring one-third of the heavy firepower and 35,000 people to form an army. Hua Houwei took more than 10,000 people and acted as bait, ready to dig a sinkhole for Suleiman and Ismaili!

The Iranian plateau is a mountain range, which is actually the most unfavorable for the Wing Army. The advantage of being a few days ahead was also lost in the search for supplies and against the harassment of small enemy forces.

Bane, Suleiman, Ismaili, and Huahou Wei's eyes fell on this small city on a high mountain at the same time. It is said to be a city, but in fact it is just a building that can barely be called a castle. This is the territory of the Kurds, and the Kurds are only temporarily subject to the rule of the Ismaili, and the Ismaili are only the Shah in name here, and cannot control here.

There are five Kurdish tribes in Bane, and this is the territory of Shapur, where Shapur is king, and this is the Shah in this mountainous area of more than 1,500 meters. Nerja, the commander of Ismaili's Red Hat Army, said with a smile, "Dear Shapur, the heretics are about to escape the Shah's pursuit, and only the valiant Kurdish warriors can stop the murderous heretics and buy time for the Shah's arrival."

Shapur, who was still a mullah, put down the scriptures in his hand and bowed to Nerja: "Well, honorable commander, it is our unshirkable duty to stop the infidels, but the losses caused by this are not enough for the Kurds to bear!"

Nerja laughed and patted his chest: "Dear Shapur Mullah, all the losses of the Kurds will be borne by His Majesty the Shah!" Not only that, but His Majesty Shah will also reward the warriors who have made meritorious deeds! Mullahs, if all the infidels fall under the high mountains here, the Kurds will have a chance to become a nation!"

Shapurten straightened up and grabbed Nergia, "Are you serious? Didn't deceive the poor Kurds?"

"Of course!" Nerja broke Shapur's bruised hand and said with a smile: "This is specially proposed by His Majesty Shah, this barren soil, Arabs, Persians, Azerbaijanis, and Ottomans, all have their own national countries, only the Kurds, such a powerful nation, but not their own country, this is not fair! Shapur, Your Majesty is very sympathetic to you Kurds, but without decent merit, the Shah cannot grant you land without permission!"

Shapur shouted for joy, his snow-white beard raised high: "Shah! Great Shah! Come, call up all the warriors of the Kurdish tribes at once!"

Between the mountains and mountains, Hua Houwei led the winged army to meander. Wang Zhi looked at the continuous peaks on both sides and said worriedly, "Lord, we are about to arrive in Bane! Without Bane, there would not be so many mountains, and this is the only chance for the Ottomans and the Safavids."

"That's right! This is the battlefield that I have chosen with Suleiman and Ismaili! Lao Wang, are you worried that Songlin won't be able to arrive in time? Hehe, don't worry, I didn't plan to go to war in the pine forest!"

Wang Zhi looked at Hua Houwei in surprise: "Lord, do you want to?"

Hua Hou Wei laughed: "Lao Wang, you guys are too underestimating the results of my years of hard work! Lao Wang, we still have a lot of weapons and ammunition, what are we bringing back for? This is mountainous terrain, which may seem unfavorable to us, but in my opinion, this is the best place to use the firepower!"

Wang Zhi really didn't understand, but Hua Houwei no longer explained to him, but began to order: "Everyone, collect water now!" How much can you bring! Lao Wang, let's go up the mountain!"

Hua Houwei explained to Wang Zhi as he walked: "Lao Wang, the fiasco of the street pavilion back then was because Ma Jian went to the lonely mountain, was cut off from water, and did not have an absolute weapon advantage, so he suffered this fate. Now let's go up the mountain, they must have Lao Tzu's head, our weapons can beat them, they can't hit us, and the Ottoman Dardanelles cannon will be useless. And the pine forest is on the periphery, and it can rush over anytime and anywhere, old

The son comes to a center to bloom again, hum! Lao Tzu is going to annihilate the main forces of the Ottoman and Safavid in one fell swoop, and there is a mad dog barking at the back of the province all the time!"

Things are a little different from what Hua Houwei thought, the terrain of the mountain he occupies is not steep, at least he can rush up on a horse. Of course, this is all his calculation, if he doesn't give others some hope, how can he send him to death one after another?

It's just that the people who sent them to death are not the imaginary Ottoman Safavid coalition army, but the insane tribal army! The positions on the hill have not yet been fully formed, and the first wave of the offensive is coming! Countless scattered cavalry rushed to the mountain peak from all directions, shouting and brandishing scimitars, rushing up all over the mountains, like a swarm of killer bees!

Cui Lao Er looked at these unruly Kurdish cavalrymen and shook his head: "Waste of bullets! Tell the brothers that the soul chasing gun shoots freely, and the accuracy must be guaranteed, and the fire phoenix is used sparingly, and when it is crowded together, give Lao Tzu a hard beating!"

Bang! Gunshots rang out through the mountains! These warriors, who had never seen the world, had no idea what was happening, but as soon as they heard the gunshots, their companions fell inexplicably, and for a while the panic inexplicably infected the entire Kurdish team!

Shapur stood at the foot of the mountain with a few mullahs, reciting the scriptures aloud. When the terrified warriors retreated, Shapur cried viciously, "Twenty-one beautiful *** awaits you in the kingdom of heaven, and the banks of the river with milk and honey are the places where you will live forever!" Rush up! Rush up! I will bless you!"

The second wave of charges looked much better, and the warriors who reported to warm up flocked to the group. Although there were constantly companions falling, the team rushed halfway up the mountain in one go. Da-da-da-da! Da Da, the bullets of the fire phoenix quickly broke the courage of these warriors, and countless corpses fell on the hillside, blood flowing down the mountain road towards the foot of the mountain.

The Red Riding Hood Army led by Nerja had already seen the strength of the Ming army, and at this moment, when they saw the tragic situation like a slaughterhouse again, they all felt with affection, recalling the tragedy of the First Battle of Samarkand.

The battle was not too intense, and the one-sided slaughter did not interest the Wing Army. However, the Kurdish sacrifice was not useless, at least it consumed a lot of ammunition from the Wing Army, and it also delayed their construction of fortifications.

When Suleiman and Ismaili finally arrived in Bane, Hua Houwei had calculated well, and they brought all their elites, a total of more than 430,000 people, to surround this unknown lonely mountain.

"Shah, I'm afraid that the casualties will be too great for a hard attack, and Prince Ming is too arrogant, I think it's better to besiege them, hehe, such a place can't last a few days!"

Ismaili shook his head, "Zhu is a cunning little fox, he must be waiting for the arrival of that Ming army. If we want to besiege them, we must stop that Ming army! The question is, can we stop it?"

Suleiman understood Hua Houwei's thoughts, and said unwillingly, "Are we going to give up?"

Ismaili shook her head, "Of course not! Suleiman, Samarkand we lost because we were not united enough. This time we have a common interest, and we must take down the Ming army. Now the ratio between us and the Ming army is about 1 to 10, or even higher, so only by not being afraid of sacrifice and filling this hill with our lives can we achieve our goal! This is what Zhu is looking forward to, and it is also our only chance to win, otherwise when that Ming army appears, everything will be reversed! Hehe, I believe that Zhu won't bring too much ammunition, and it is still possible to win!"

Hua Houwei on the top of the mountain held a telescope and constantly observed the movements of the enemy army at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, a black cavalry appeared in view, and a steady stream of iron horsemen with scimitars appeared behind them. Hua Houwei nodded: "That's right! The tactic of adding fuel is to send him to death, and only by rushing forward in one go, relying on absolute superiority in numbers, can it be possible to take down Lao Tzu!"

Wang Zhizhi laughed angrily: "Lord, how can you worry about your opponent? You're not scared at all?"

Hua Houwei laughed twice and put down the binoculars: "Lao Wang, Lao Tzu, well, my brother's matter makes me a little restless, these bastards can't see how many pounds and taels they have, and they have been entangled, well, if I kill a few people by the way to vent, my mood will be much better!" Here it comes! Pass on Lao Tzu's general order, leave a base number for the 75 mountain cannons, and smash the rest for Lao Tzu!"

Rumble! Rumble!

Rumble! Dozens of 75 mountain cannons opened fire with all their might! The prototype of the 75 Mountain Gun is the French 1928 75mm infantry gun, which was originally a rapid-fire gun with a theoretical rate of fire of about 10 rounds per minute. Now firing at full speed, there are also more than five rounds per minute. Most of the 75-millimeter shells were high-explosive shells, and no one survived in a radius of more than 10 meters. Endless artillery fire enveloped the Ottoman Safavid coalition army, and the indiscriminate flow of shrednel continued to cut through the weak flesh, and blood instantly covered the hill.

Suleiman was terrified, he had not experienced the battle of Samarkand, and he had never thought that there would be such a hellish battlefield in the world! Unsurprisingly, Ismaili exclaimed, "Rush forward! Be sure to rush up! Take advantage of the smoke and rush forward!"

Suleiman cried out, "Shah! Let the Dardanelles cannon make a wave!"

Ismaili shook her head, "It's too late! The rate of fire of the Dardanelles cannons is too slow, it is better to rush up and mix with the Ming army, and their cannons will be useless! Quick!"