Ha Ming led Beihaiwei to run around in the desert, and everywhere he passed, there was no grass.

Under the cover of night, the Ming army broke into the sheepfold like wolves, and in just one cup of tea, a tribe was resolved, and the large army rested in place, and released scouts to go to the front to reconnoitre.

More than a dozen scouts dispersed, two of them exploring upstream along the Orkhon River, and suddenly, a large battalion with a capacity of tens of thousands of people appeared in front of them.

The two glanced at each other, and they all showed excited looks.

On the steppe, on such a large scale, there is only one possibility, and that is the old camp of Warat.

The two quietly approached and observed for a long time before returning the same way.

"Commander, the old nest of Warat, the Orkhon camp has been found ahead."

Ha Ming suddenly became excited and asked, "How is the strength?" ”

"There are about 3,000 people, and the two of us are afraid of being discovered by the enemy, so we dare not rely too far."

Ha Ming immediately called Ulan and ordered: "You take twenty light cavalry and go to the Orkhon camp to investigate carefully." ”

Ulan and the others have been fishing and hunting for a living since they were children, dealing with wild beasts all the year round, and are the best at reconnaissance.

Ha Ming ordered to go down, and the large army gathered and waited for the battle.

An hour later, Ulan returned.

"Report to the commander, I have found out that it is indeed the old battalion of Warat, there are about 3,000 people in the camp, but it seems that most of them are wounded soldiers, and their combat effectiveness is very limited."

Ha Ming's eyes were extremely excited, there were only 3,000 wounded soldiers in the old camp of Wara, this was a great opportunity!

As he spoke, Ulan took out a piece of wood from the campfire and painted on the ground.

"The whole camp is divided into three layers of defense from the outside to the inside, and there are twelve sentry posts on the outermost periphery, which are distributed in the shape of stars......"

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Midnight, the darkest hour of the day.

In the Orkhon camp, most of the people have already fallen asleep, and only the crickets are squeaking.

Ulan's intelligence is no problem, in the camp, all the troops who can fight have been transferred to the front line, and those who remain are wounded soldiers.

Not only wounded soldiers, but also defeated soldiers.

The repeated defeats on the front line made the soldiers' morale extremely low.

Many soldiers participated in the battle of Tumubao, and although they were defeated in the end, at that time, the morale of Wara was strong, and their emperor was almost captured alive in the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

And this year, the troops of the whole grassland fought at home, but they were defeated and retreated by the Ming army.

Although many indignantly believe that the defeat at the front was mainly due to the use of firearms by the cunning southerners.

If they left the firearms, these southern barbarians would not even dare to confront the Warat army head-on.

However, no matter how unconvinced and unwilling they were, they had to accept the reality in front of them.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, a one-eyed general threw away the wine glass in his hand and fell asleep.

This person is Yexian's own brother, an old friend of the Ming army, Boyan Timur.

These days, he has been recuperating from his injuries in the rear, doing nothing every day, but borrowing alcohol to kill his sorrows.

In this expedition, as a pioneer, he originally wanted to extinguish the arrogance of the Ming army, but he did not expect that the entire army of 5,000 elites would be annihilated......

Such a painful defeat made him a little suspicious, did he really receive the blessing of the Immortal Heaven?

If this is the case, then why does the Immortal Heaven cause oneself to go through so many tribulations?

Tired!

In his sleep, Boyan seemed to see the years when he was galloping on the battlefield again......

On the banks of the Orkhon River, a cavalry was quietly approaching the Orkhon camp under the cover of night.

"Ming army, there is Ming army!"

Under the night sky, a fast horse galloped to the Orkhon camp.

The knight fell to the ground, covered in blood.

The soldiers in the camp hurriedly stepped forward to check and inquire, and then their faces changed suddenly, and they quickly ran to the big tent of the Chinese army.

Boyan was sleeping soundly, but he was pulled up from the bed.

"Who's in the middle of the night?"

I just dreamed that I was killing all sides on the battlefield, but I was woken up by someone, and I was holding my breath in my heart.

"General, there is a sneak attack by the Ming army!"

"What?"

Boyan was still in a half-asleep state, and said blankly: "Where did the Ming army come from?" ”

At the same time, a shout of killing was faintly heard from the outskirts of the camp.

Mengdi, Boyan's brain buzzed, and the wine suddenly dissipated.

The Ming army really came over!

The outermost tents have been set on fire, indicating that the enemy has broken through the first layer of fortifications.

Boyan pulled out the scimitar at his waist with his backhand and shouted, "Sound the alarm and prepare for battle!" ”

Under the light of the fire, black dots are rapidly approaching.

The trumpet sounded, and everyone in the Warat camp woke up from their slumber, scrambling to get dressed and look for weapons.

Boyan turned over and got on his horse, only to see that there were more and more black spots on the horizon, more and more dense, and they were moving quickly in their direction with the sky above their heads, looking at the number, there were at least a few thousand.

With such a huge number of Ming troops deep into the rear, could it be that the front line has been defeated?

Boyan didn't have time to think, because the Ming army had already broken through the second line of fortifications.

He stared at the front and shouted, "Everyone, take up your bows and arrows, and prepare your long knives!" ”

The cavalry on the opposite side was getting closer and closer.

Boyan's Tong Kong is shrinking rapidly, come on, make a break!

Behind him, many people had not yet figured out the situation, and it was very confusing.

What the hell is going on?

Sou!

Just a hundred paces away, an arrow came through the air.

On Boyan's side, a soldier suddenly snorted, and was pierced through the throat by a sharp arrow, and the place where the arrow feather was still trembling violently, and this person only snorted, and then lost his breath.

Boyan's only remaining one-eyed glowed, and he shouted, "Rush! ”

I saw him take the lead and rush to the enemy formation.

The Ming army on the opposite side was as good as the Mongols, they galloped quickly, and then, the overwhelming arrows fell like rain.

The Warats were too busy to raise their bows and fight back.

In fact, they seemed sluggish at this time, because most of the people here were more or less injured, and in the middle of the night, they were sleeping soundly, and no one would have expected that there would be enemies in the depths of Mobei, and even their war horses could not run away.

But the opponent's Ming army iron cavalry, a hundred paces away, increased the speed of the war horse to the limit.

Da Da Da ......

Da Da Da ......

The hurried horses' hooves, like the wind and clouds, and like the waves of the angry sea, after a round of flying shots, they unanimously raised their long knives.

The long knife raised high shone with a cold cold light.

Ha Ming, who was the leader, burst out with murderous intent in his eyes.

His whole body, as if flying in the air with the body of the horse, from the depths of his throat, let out an angry roar: "Kill! ”

Behind him, five thousand North Sea Guard cavalry.

Half of them set out from Jingshi, passed through Nuer Gandusi, and traveled along the Nan River to Beihai, thousands of miles away.

The other half, from the Buryat Ministry in the North Sea.

They fought side by side against the Rakshasas to reclaim the land they had occupied.

They drank wine together, ate meat together, and slept together.

After experiencing countless lives and deaths, there is no distinction between Han and Mongolia, and they are all soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

"Kill!"

Countless people let out angry roars, shouts of murder pierced the sky, piercing the eardrums of the Warats.

The galloping cavalry collided violently, leaving only the light of the sword and the shadow of blood.

One by one, the Warats fell silently.

They originally thought that what they were afraid of was just the firearms of the Ming Dynasty.

But now, they found that what was really terrifying was when a group of Ming army iron horsemen who were not far behind the Biwarat people appeared in front of them!

Some people's psychological defenses completely collapsed, and they put down their knives and knelt on the ground to pray.

However, the blessings of the Immortal Heaven are getting farther and farther away from them, and the enemy in front of them is favored by the heavens.

The advantage of cavalry lies in its incomparably powerful impact.

The iron cavalry of the Ming army, galloping, crashed into the Warat army that had no time to react and did not run the horse at all.

Suddenly, a burst of people flipped on their backs.

Countless lives have been knocked out of the air.

The cavalry of the Ming army who rushed to the front, sometimes people did not stop, and by this terrible inertia, they threw their bodies out of force, collided with the Warats on the opposite side, and fell off their horses together.

Then, it's hand-to-hand combat.

The combat effectiveness of the 5,000 cavalry was already very impressive, and even if the Warats dodged the first wave of impact, the cavalry behind them rushed like a flood peak.

The wounded soldiers of 3,000 watts wanted to fight to the death, but now, there was a sudden sense of powerlessness.

Faced with the onslaught of the Ming cavalry, they were at best infantry on horseback, and they could only spin in place, desperately trying to control the horses that were sitting down, but they were in a panic.

The blades swept by, heads rolling, and blood flowed like rivers.

With only one face, Beihaiwei will directly penetrate the assembled Warats.

Wedge-shaped charge, division and encirclement, this is still the tactic of the Mongols.

Once, with such tactics, the Mongols had defeated countless dynasties.

But now, they're getting a taste of it.

Ha Ming is most familiar with the tactics of the Warats, at this time, Beihaiwei's formation is like the tip of a long knife, he is at the sharpest point, where he passes, countless people have followed, five thousand iron hooves, rolling up the grass clippings and dust on the ground.

And the Warat people found out in despair, isn't this the way they slaughtered the Han army with their own iron horsemen?

After penetrating the Warat army, the Ming army did not stop, because the other party could regroup at any time, so Hammingle turned his horse and led the charge again.

"Kill!"

Countless people skillfully drew their bows and arrows, and once again rushed towards the panicked Warats.

Back then, Genghis Khan used this terrible tactic to constantly wander, shoot from a distance, look for opportunities, stab, and make it chaotic, but he didn't stop, never giving the other party a chance to fight together, fight with each other and fight fiercely, but quickly left the battlefield, and finally continued to swim, taking advantage of its chaos, shooting from a distance, and then ...... Keep the spike!

This method of warfare has made countless civilizations regard it as a dream demon.

The terrible thing about it is that it relies on constant long-range shots and thrusts, and always occupies the initiative on the battlefield, and once the opponent is entangled, it can only become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Extreme Soul Chaos

The mighty cavalry has once again entered the enemy ranks!

Countless Warats were knocked over, sitting on horses, spinning in place, and the Warats who couldn't run at all crashed into the air one by one, and were torn open by the Ming army.

This time, the Warats began to crumble a little.

The craftsmanship of the ancestors has reappeared, and the terrible thing is that now they have become the one who has been slaughtered!

Many people have lost their fighting spirit and want to flee, but here, leaving their backs to the enemy is certain to die.

Some people were dazed and wanted to rush out, but there were people and horses all around, and it was a mess.

When the dense iron cavalry rushed by, they tried in vain to parry, but this hula-la-la-rushing iron cavalry could not be parried by manpower.

Countless people fell like wheat harvesters.

When the Warat people realized this problem, they found in vain that they were in the same situation as the Han people at the beginning, just as they had when they slaughtered the Ming army.

After a few sprints, the people of Warat were completely desperate.

People are clinging to rats, and they don't even have the heart to resist.

They were already exhausted, they had no morale, countless people were wounded, and they no longer had half of the morale they had when they went south.

The Ming cavalry, but they waited for work and took the lead in attacking, these people, riding and archery kung fu, were even more familiar with the Warat people.

After the indiscriminate killing, there were countless corpses lying on the ground.

Many people have fallen off their horses, and at this time, there is no longer the heart to resist, they shrink on the ground and tremble, and some people fly away from each other, but they inevitably trample on each other, and there are countless deaths and injuries.

On the battlefield, only Boyan was left fighting desperately.

He knew very well in his heart that tonight would be his last battle.

The momentum of the Ming army was like a rainbow, and with only 3,000 wounded soldiers in the camp, it could not resist it no matter what.

Escape?

The Ming army has all been killed in their hometown, where is there a place in the entire desert?

Therefore, he had to fight to the death and retain the last shred of his dignity.

The battle was nearing its end, and the people around Boyan fell one by one, until in the end, only he was left.

Boyan roared angrily, as if he was crazy, and rushed towards the nearest Ming army.

However, two spears stretched out from the diagonal side and pierced into the horse's belly, and the horse under the seat screamed and fell to the ground.

Boyan was thrown out several feet away, only to feel that his eyes were full of Venus.

He shook his head with an effort to regain some consciousness and slowly got up, clutching the knife in his hand like a dying beast, making a final struggle.

The Ming army did not rush to attack, but just surrounded him to death.

Ha Ming turned over and dismounted, and walked towards Boyan step by step.

The knife in his hand was dripping with blood, and drop by drop fell on the grass.

"Boyan, do you remember me?"

Boyan slowly raised his head, and under the firelight, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Are you...... The brocade guard who delivered the letter? ”

"Yes, that's me!" Ha Ming stopped and said slowly, "We meet again!" ”

"Haha, haha!"

Boyan suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and then said: "Your emperor is not stupid, he knows how to use you, what kind of official is he now?" ”

Ha Ming calmly replied: "Beihaiwei commander! ”