On the horizon miles away, the shadow of the blue jade army had gradually appeared. At this moment when the two armies were about to fight a bloody battle and were about to break out, they suddenly heard such a terrifying change, Rao is dehuan has always been calm, and he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss, excited and afraid. What is exciting is that there is no longer a justifiable Golden Family Emperor on the grassland, no more 100,000 Golden Horde troops that oppressed the Oirat tribe and almost suffocated, and no more treacherous and cunning barbarians who are eyeing themselves. What he was afraid of was that Lan Yu commanded an army of more than 100,000 this time, and he dared to cross the nomadic tribes, and did not dare to go deep into the desert and Gobi, and annihilated the elite army of the Northern Yuan Dynasty in one fell swoop.

It's a pity that the army of the Ming Dynasty is slowly approaching, and there is not much time left for him to make a decision. Is it a bloody battle with the most dangerous enemy, Blue Jade, to the death? Or do you want to preserve the strength of the Oirat tribes, and leave it to subdue those large and small tribes who live on the territory of their ancestors "Forest Mongolia", strengthen their own strength, and compete with Arutai and Guilichi for the fertile land of water and grass? Tuhuan gritted his teeth fiercely, and finally made up his mind, and spurred his horse to run towards Nasutai and other commanders and thousands of commanders who led the army slowly.

The commander of the Yuan army, who was riding his horse slowly, saw the movement of Tuhuan from afar, and he couldn't help but be a little suspicious in his heart, but at this time, the enemy and us were slowly approaching on the grassland, and the blue jade with a spear in his hand embroidered with the word "blue" was already in sight, and a bloody battle was imminent, and he was no longer allowed to have time to inquire about the affairs of the Oirat tribe. No matter what, first kill this daring to lead the army deep into Mobei, and the invincible Lan Yu will lose his armor and then talk about it.

Harazhang squinted his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but feel a little smug in his heart, with a little cruel smile on his face. In his opinion, although the current Northern Expedition of the Ming Dynasty is not inferior to its own strength, but they have no artillery, no solid city wall to cover it, how can it be on the grassland, this most conducive to the cavalry to play the terrain, better than his own subordinates who grew up on horseback and are good at riding and shooting? At the moment when the two armies were facing each other, and it was difficult for both sides to retreat easily, their crushing defeat was already doomed.

Seeing that the enemy army was about 400 paces away from him, Lan Yu raised the spear in his hand and ordered.

As his handsome flag waved and gave orders, the left, center, and right armies that were far away gradually slowed down their march.

Zhu Quan looked at the Northern Yuan army from afar, and it was divided into three ways, left, center, and right, and he couldn't help but think that fighting on the battlefield of the cold weapon generation, especially for the cavalry who are good at attacking and not defending, it is destined that the two sides can only fight in the flow of water without stopping, so this inverted triangle-shaped conical formation is undoubtedly the best way. Imagine if the commander of one side is so idiotic that he scatters the whole army for several miles, or even more than ten miles, just like in many TV and movies, then in order to highlight the growth of the scene, is it not self-defeating? In this way, the opponent's tens of thousands of dense queues were attacked, and it was easy to gain a huge advantage in local forces, and it was absolutely impossible to concentrate their own forces to recover the disadvantage.

At this time, the Northern Expeditionary Army and the Northern Yuan cavalry under the command of Lan Yu had slowly stopped more than three hundred paces away, looking at each other from a distance. The range of the bow and arrow is about one hundred to two hundred steps, and it also takes a certain distance for the horse to accelerate.

Harazhang gave an order to the soldier holding the handsome flag at his side, and said, "After the whole army has been attacked with this commander for a round, let the southern barbarians chase after it." He said this with his own reason, the Northern Yuan soldiers were good at riding and shooting, and it was a must to turn around and shoot arrows to injure the enemy in the gallop of horses. This kind of enemy chasing me down is extremely disadvantageous to the enemy who is facing our arrows. This unique way of fighting of nomadic tribes in the steppe is also the secret of the Mongolian cavalry's almost invincibility across the Eurasian continent.

Lan Yu rode his horse past the front of the three armies, and roared angrily, "Your father and brother have bullied the Tartars so much that pigs and dogs are not as good as dogs, and today Ben Shuai will give you a chance to take revenge." With that, he turned his horse's head and rushed forward with a long tassel in his hand.

The gray-haired Feng Tieling took out his steel knife, turned his head to Qin Zhuofeng and Fang Jinsong, and said with a smile: "My brothers, we also killed the Tartar Emperor and fled in these grasslands where the Tartars thought they were invincible in the world, and they all died today. With that, he led a group of black-armored cavalry to rush forward.

Zhu Quan held the bow in his hand and sat on the galloping "dark clouds covered with snow". Seeing that the enemy army was also slowly rushing forward, at this moment when the two armies were about to clash, he naturally understood in his heart that death was far closer than when he encountered it in the past, and at this moment he already had the consciousness of death in his heart, but what appeared in his mind was Xu Ying's voice and smile. "Gotta come back alive." This sentence is still in my ears, and I silently read in my heart, this time I may not be able to go back alive in keeping my promises, this is a dignified and upright battle, for the revenge of all the Han people who suffered from the tyranny of the Yuan Dynasty after the fall of the Song Dynasty, regardless of victory or defeat, life and death without fear, will eventually witness the bloody nature of the Han nation.

From the generals to the soldiers, when the Ming army went deep into Mobei, they thought of the Tartars' skill in riding and shooting and fierceness, and there was a faint fear in their hearts. A few days ago, the fishing side of the sea killed the Yuan army with his own hands into a river of blood, ambushed corpses everywhere, after the Northern Yuan Emperor fled in embarrassment, these Xu Xu Tartar cavalry, has been swept away by the huge victory, at this moment, they heard the roar of Lan Yu in their ears, and the hatred that had been buried deep in their hearts since childhood had been ignited by the commander's flaming words, and they all roared and rushed forward under the leadership of their own generals.

Thousands of horses galloped, and the Ming army's left, center, and right armies were like three ignited dragons, emitting the flames of revenge that burned everything, roaring with fangs and claws, and surging forward.

The commander of the Oirat tribe led his army to slowly speed up and move forward. Facing Lan Yu's morale of the Ming Dynasty's Northern Expeditionary Army, coupled with hearing that his father Mahamu sent someone to inform him, he already understood it deeply in his heart. At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of Ming troops under Lan Yu, the great enemy of his life, that he had to face, were not at all the army that he had guessed at the beginning that he could not find the enemy and was tired of returning south. It is not a demoralized division that was wounded after a bloody battle with the main force of the Northern Yuan, but a tiger and wolf army that swept away the Golden Horde army in one fell swoop, and came with the might of a great victory, a group of countless Han lunatics led by Lan Yu, a madman.

Suppose you have 100,000, or even 80,000 Oirat warriors. Tuhuan can be ruthless to fight to the death, but his tribe's population and military strength are limited, and he really doesn't want to fight with Lan Yu, a southern barbarian madman, to lose both, but cheapens Guilichi and Arutai, who have always been eyeing their own tribe. The Emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty has died, the Golden Horde army that he feared has disappeared, and those fertile places on the grassland still need these Oirat warriors to fight and fight. In order for the Oirat tribe to seize this rainbow opportunity to rise and dominate the grassland, he must make a move that will be spurned and despised by all the warriors of the grassland tribe, and that is to flee.

With the shaking of the military flags around Tuhuan, the Oirats soldiers galloped one after another, following their ten thousand commanders, and the thousand commanders galloped wildly, gradually changing their direction. The left flank of the Northern Yuan army, which was formed by Tuhuan and his subordinates, was like a frightened python, hoping to take the road and flee into the deep grass.

Seeing that Tuhuan had changed direction without his order, Harazhang couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. When the Oirat cavalry brigade moved faster and faster, it was already clear that it was clear that it had left the battlefield. The Northern Yuan army from Harazhang, Guilichi, Arutai to ordinary soldiers, couldn't help but be stunned by the sudden scene in front of them. They couldn't believe that the Oirats, who had always been known for their fierceness and skill in fighting and fearless of death, had fallen into the wilderness in an extremely despicable and shameless manner at a time when the two armies of the enemy and ours were approaching head-on and were about to be killed to earth-shattering.

Under the tense situation, this move of the Oirats undoubtedly had a huge psychological impact on the morale of the Northern Yuan army. From the commander of ten thousand men, the commander of a thousand men, the centurion, and then to the ordinary soldiers under Harazhang. The fear spread like a deadly virus in the hearts of thousands of troops at a rapid speed, and the morale of the iceberg had begun to collapse violently and intensify.

At this time, Lan Yu led the three-way army to roar, and it was already close to a distance of more than two hundred steps. Seeing that the left-wing army of the Northern Yuan Dynasty led by Tuhuan rode his horse and galloped wildly, and the outlaw rabbit who did not care about the strength of the horses and feet took off, and there was no sign of attacking the flank of his own army in a roundabout way, Huo Ran knew in his heart that the cunning Tuhuan was unwilling to fight to the death with himself.

Seeing that Tuhuan led the crowd to escape, Gui Lichi and Arutai naturally would not be stupid enough to wait for Harazhang to order the withdrawal of the army, and they also coincidentally led the army to change direction and fled on horseback. I want to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible, far away from this dangerous place.

The actions of the Asut tribe and the combined army of Qiergis undoubtedly completely collapsed the morale of the Northern Yuan army. Everyone's faces couldn't help but show a look of horror.

Harazhang was so angry that his eyes were black, his head was dizzy, and he ordered the whole army to change the direction of march, and a mouthful of blood was already angry and angry, and he choked out of his mouth in anger. He never expected that it was not Lan Yu who dealt him the fatal blow, but the one who should be cut with a thousand knives. The Oirat cavalry escaped in such a way that they led the army to flee not only to collapse the morale of their entire army, but also to completely expose the left flank of their own army. The so-called defeat is like a mountain, the general trend has gone, and no one can recover it.

Although Lan Yu was unruly, he was not arrogant enough to annihilate all the enemies including Huan with the strength of the two armies at present, the way they were fighting, and the terrain in which they were located. Now that the fox has fled, the only way to do this is to take the rest of the wolf. Thinking of this, Lan Yu raised his arm and opened his bow, shooting a chirp, giving the order to release the arrow.

As the sharp sound of breaking the air flew up, the tens of millions of soldiers in the three-way Ming army, who had already held bows in their hands, opened their bows and released arrows, shooting diagonally forward. The arrows in the sky were like a sudden storm in the daytime, and they continued to cut through the air and flew towards the enemy troops in the distance. At the same time, the sound of a dense bowstring vibrating sounded in the ranks of the Northern Yuan army, and the arrows of both sides staggered in mid-air, each shooting towards the other.

Harazhang was still in the midst of a hoarse roar to withdraw his troops. Arrows from the sky had already fallen on their heads, like a sudden downpour, overwhelming the sky. In the blood splash, more and more Northern Yuan soldiers gave arrows that flew through the sky through the head and body, and the miserable screams came and went, and people continued to fall from their horses with arrows, disappearing in the rolling torrent behind them.

The blue jade galloped and rushed straight into the enemy's ranks. Several arrows flew through the air and landed on the scale armor he was wearing, landing on the ground with all their strength, not damaging it in the slightest. The jujube red horse was as swift as the wind, and a flame swept across the grassland, and it was only a few dozen steps away from the advance of the Yuan army that had changed direction under the hasty leadership of Harazhang, and the frightened faces of the Northern Yuan soldiers were already faintly recognizable.

The cold wind swept by, and there seemed to be a flame rising in Lan Yu's chest, and a grim smile couldn't help but appear on his face. At this moment, a powerful arrow flew in and swept past Lanyu's neck. Riding like a horse, he could feel the scorching blood flowing through his neck very clearly, and there was no fear in his heart, because of the great victory in the fishing sea, because today's fearless battle of life and death had realized his dream since his youth, and fulfilled the poisonous oath he had made when his brother-in-law Chang Yuchun was dying, to beat the Tartars and sweep away the Northern Yuan. At this time, he only felt that every drop of blood on his body had begun to burn, and it was irrepressible.

The roaring sound of the Ming army behind him, which resounded through the nine skies, actually made Lan Yu's mind at this time flash a thought, even if he died in a bloody battle today, he could also be called Huo Qu's disease of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Quan held a long sword in his hand, leaned over his beloved horse "dark clouds covered with snow", and galloped on his horse. From time to time, there was a "whoosh" sound of an arrow breaking through the air, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his right back, which turned out to be an arrow falling diagonally and shooting at his body. Fortunately, the arrows were stopped by the silk cloak and armor he was wearing, and there were only some skin wounds. As the horses galloped, the arrows landed.

After all, Harazhang is the commander of the first army, although under such an extremely unfavorable situation, he still maintains a little sobriety in his mind, knowing that when such a cavalry with thousands of troops is launched and the army's heart is shaken, if his army turns around and flees, it will undoubtedly completely defeat the Ming army in one fell swoop, and in desperation, he can only hastily lead the army to change direction and continue to rush forward, hoping to save the military strength as much as possible.

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the two armies approached rapidly. In the midst of the chaotic flying arrows, there were constantly Northern Yuan soldiers and Ming cavalry who fell off their horses with screams and arrows, and many war horses also fell down with a wailing cry in the dense arrows like flying locusts. In the blink of an eye, he was devoured by the iron hooves of the war horse galloping up behind him. Every moment, someone died with blood splattered on it.

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