The grassland, green and green, is endless.

horses' hooves were mixed up, digging up dirt and turf; The sound of killing, shouting, and screaming filled the grassland.

"Kill!" The reorganized Ming cavalry once again attacked the Mongols with overwhelming momentum.

The wind was whistling in his ears, Gao Yingxiang narrowed his eyes, half-raised the sharp saber in his hand, and charged side by side with the robes.

Attack, attack, attack!

The cavalry wall tactic is to move forward, and there is a mountain in front of it, and it must be bulldozed and knocked down.

The Mongol soldiers in the distance were already scattered, and although they were still outnumbered by the Ming army, they were beaten into a mess.

On the battlefield, collective strength is crucial. And the era of fierce generals killing seven in and seven out has long passed.

The Jianlu, who was better equipped and more courageous than the Mongols, was not the opponent of the Ming army's flying cavalry, and how could the right-wing Mongol tribes, which had been seriously degraded, resist?

Faced with a wall of cavalry advances, the scattered Mongols finally realized that defeat was assured, and few dared to rush up to meet the battle, but turned their horses' heads and began to flee.

A wall of cavalry was pushed through, and with the exchange of weapons and the screams and neighing of men and horses, the Mongols who rushed up to meet them were cut off their horses. There was also a gap in the cavalry wall, but it quickly adjusted and continued to charge forward.

Hundreds of horsemen in a row of thirty or fifty men galloped across the grassland, sweeping away the enemy. The sabers were shining, the flesh was splattered, and the Mongols, who were known for their mounted archery, were beaten to the ground.

Rumble! A volley of muskets almost became a loud bang.

Heavy white smoke rose, and under the burst of buckshot, people turned on their backs. The spearmen who rushed to the battlefield quickly dismounted and lined up, and gave the Mongols a fierce blow to the flank.

"Kill!" Gao Yingxiang's eyes widened, and the sharp saber accompanied by a roar split the enemy's armor, and a few bits of blood splashed on his face, but he couldn't make him blink his eyes, and he was still staring at the enemy in front of him.

The whimpering horn howled like a cry, and the Mongol soldiers, like amnesty, turned their horses' heads and fled into the distance in a panic, leaving behind a place of wolf blood.

The grasslands are still vast, and as far as the eye can see, there is no boundary. But the defeated Mongols had been slaughtered by the Ming army, and it was difficult for them to have the courage to return to their pastures.

Recovering the front set is a strategic goal, and a fierce battle with the Mongols is a deterrent. This battle can be avoided, as long as the Ming army does not chase and fight fiercely.

But this time the Mongols were spared, and next time they will have to deal with their invasion. Only by beating them up once can we gain enough time for the development and operation of the former set.

Not much, only six or seven months, and in the autumn, the local garrison should have a harvest. With food, long-term garrisons are possible.

Fifteen or six thousand flying horsemen and spears are not only soldiers galloping and killing, but also farmers cultivating with hoes.

The Dongsheng Acropolis is close to the Yellow River, and is at the border of plains and hills, with convenient water and land transportation, which is more conducive to reclamation and development.

Gao Yingxiang let out a sigh, jumped off the warhorse, patted the old man's neck gently, and led it slowly.

His gaze suddenly stopped, and a wounded war horse on the grass was neighing, and several times he tried to stand up, but he fell weakly.

Killing people is nothing to Gao Yingxiang. Even when the corpse was near, and there were wounded soldiers moaning not far away, he didn't blink.

But for this injured horse, Gao Yingxiang's gaze softened.

Approaching, he bent down and stroked the horse's head, soothing and examining the horse's injuries.

In the end, Gao Yingxiang sighed helplessly and sadly, hesitated, drew his saber, and gave the injured horse with a broken leg a happy moment.

Horses have leg injuries that are difficult to treat. Even at the horse racing level, most of them are euthanized. That's right, it's that cruel.

Killing people without blinking, but feeling sad for a wounded horse. People's feelings are very complicated, and so is Gao Yingxiang.

"Sir." A herald Pegasus arrived and saluted on the horse: "Lord Cao has an order, return the whole team immediately." ”

"Not chasing?" Gao Yingxiang also asked a little unwillingly: "Rest your horsepower, and chase him for another hundred and eighty miles, you will definitely be gained." ”

The herald shook his head helplessly, and returned to give orders.

"Lao Gao, don't be in a hurry to make meritorious contributions." A general banner surnamed Zhang came over and comforted Gao Yingxiang, "The right-wing Mongolia will be defeated, and when Hudun Rabbit comes, then we will have to fight!" ”

Gao Yingxiang smiled and said, "Then you have to drink less wine, and the mother-in-law at home wants money!" ”

"If you're tight, say a word." Zhang Zongqi said: "The problem of being generous has to be changed, and I will treat you at every turn, but fortunately, there are dozens of people, as if I have a lot of money." ”

Gao Yingxiang nodded with a wry smile, and then argued: "It's all robes, maybe after going into battle—"

With a wave of his hand, Gao Yingxiang seemed to shake off this bad thought, and said: "Actually, the family is very good, my mother-in-law just wants to save more money, and prepare for an emergency in the future." ”

"It's an idea to live." Zhang Zongqi turned over and said, "Let's talk about it later, a treat." ”

Gao Yingxiang smiled, waved his hand to Zhang Zongqi, and also got on the horse to gather his subordinates and gather back to the army.

For the army, the emperor was as kind as ever. In fact, that is, the food and salary are sufficient, and the reward is not delayed or owed.

To put it bluntly, that is, duty, the soldiers deserve what they get. But this would have been unimaginable just a few years ago.

Moreover, for soldiers who want to make meritorious contributions, the emperor also drew a blueprint for them. Dongshengwei is just the beginning, and there will be Ningxia Wei in the future, and he will have to fight Hudun Rabbit to win or lose.

In the future, it will march into Qinghai and the Western Regions, repeating the prestige of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

The emperor's plan was not very evasive, and Ningxia, Qinghai, and even parts of the Western Regions also belonged to the territory of the Ming Dynasty when it was in its heyday.

Even Taizu's exploits have not been exceeded, so how can we talk about the prestige of the Han and Tang Dynasties? Today's emperors are ambitious, and they have never stopped expanding their territories on land and overseas.

This is the best age for soldiers, from the governor of the three sides, to the commander of a town, to the ordinary officers and soldiers, all have this feeling.

Even from the perspective of supporting a family, becoming a soldier is a good choice. If one person is a soldier, the military salary can basically support the family. Then there is the preferential treatment policy of the imperial court for military families, and there is no need to subsidize the family as a soldier.

"It's no problem to raise to the general flag, and if you fight two more battles, it's almost like trying 100 households." Gao Yingxiang finished the whole team, marched with his men on the return journey, and made calculations in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, he thought of his nephew Li Hongji again, Gao Yingxiang grinned, and secretly said in his heart: This melon coward, he has to do other livelihoods, where is it so comfortable to be a soldier to eat food and get paid.

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