Hukmar was able to become the commander of an army because his cool head was far more powerful than his own killing sword.

It's just a small caravan, how can it delay the military and political affairs of the entire Jungar Mongol Empire because of this trivial matter.

In the dark night, the caravan members scurrying like a swarm of rats could hardly be completely wiped out.

“…………”

So, since you can't wipe them all out, in the case of time constraints, you can only choose to ignore anything, take advantage of the night to charge the whole army, and do your best to take the border post city before dawn!

A thick and huge black line appeared on the horizon in the distance, and more than a dozen banners of the Mongol Empire's wolf packs embroidered with the roar of wolves fluttered and hissed in the wind.

The sound of horses' hooves stromping was like bursts of thunder, like a large black cloud on the ground, carrying the cold wind on the vast Loess Plateau.

More than 15,000 Mongolian light cavalry who came from the vast grasslands in the north, under the personal leadership of Captain Hukema Ao, rode along the gorge to the west, galloped wildly, spared no horsepower, and finally arrived at the foot of the "border post city" at the right moment.

Four brigades, twelve squadrons, one hundred and thirty-two squads, a total of 15,000 imperial light cavalry, have all arrived at the foot of the border post city.

The four commanders gave a military salute to Hukma with respectful expressions, and behind him, 15,000 Mongol cavalry formed three auxiliary attack lines on both sides of the main force of the central assault like an open net.

The black armor on the Mongolian light cavalry of the first middle school seemed to have melted into the darkness nearby, and only the flickering longbows and arrows and countless sharp steppe scimitars could be seen, flashing with a terrifying cold light in the hazy night.

"Order the whole army to prepare for a assault! Hukoma waved his hand to the stern subordinates behind him, and drew his bloodstained sharp sword from his waist, his bloodshot eyes flashing with a terrifying light at this moment.

Running continuously for a day and night, the target is in front of you, it seems that the damn intelligence department is still somewhat useful, and the banner people garrison in the border post city are really defenseless.

“………………”

No one would have thought that the tens of thousands of Mongol troops who were about to enter "Pingyang" would risk dividing part of their forces and turning their arms towards the unsuspecting border post city.

At the same time, the 20,000 Mongol troops in Pingyang would also choose to attack the city directly, and whether it was successful or not, it would be able to hold back the Manchu court's largest military force in the northwest.

He will be the first battle of the "Northwest Double Split" campaign! Hukmaao thought secretly in his heart.

The bright arc moon in the sky has set. Half of the night has passed.

Most of the sentries placed on the top of the city wall were mentally exhausted, and after a night of squatting, no one had the spirit, carefully and carefully and vigilantly looked around, and even more, some of them had already fallen asleep in their dreams.

Until the continuous rumbling sound woke a soldier in the wall of the "Border Post City" from his sleep, the fierce bonfire burning in front of him illuminated the surroundings, and the cold wind hit him like a knife.

So that he was still a little sleepy, a little dazed, he immediately woke up, and looked around, trying to find out the source of the sound.

By the dim light of the fire, the sentinels could see nothing but the dark shadows of the mountains in the distance, and the rolling rumbling sound still came from afar, and a cold wind with a cold air rushed towards him, and the cold wind made him shiver.

"Hell!" The sentry swore and picked up his weapon from his side, looking for a glimmer of security from above.

Suddenly, a cold flash of light flashed in the darkness of the night in the light of the campfire, which drew his gaze, first one, ten, and then quickly turned into countless streams, like a glimpse of a moving wall of light.

The sentinel turned pale, though he didn't know what it was. But from the slightly trembling ground, he could feel an unpredictable fear forming in his heart.

"Wang Wei! Wake up! Yes...... There is a case! ”

The sentry looked nervous and lay at the mouth of the sentry tower, shaking his arm in a panic and shaking his companion who was still asleep! The hand holding the spear trembled, and the frightened eyes were fixed on the place in front of the city wall where it could be seen by the light of the bonfire.

Although it was pitiful, it was only a dozen meters away.

"Whew!" The torches of the city walls shook violently in the wind, bursting into a string of red sparks.

The wind fueled the fire, and a thick flame light streaked across the dark night sky, illuminating all around, and then in the afterglow of the flames, the sentinel finally saw something in the darkness.

"Oh my God!" The sentry's eyes widened, and his whole body shivered irrepressibly, and countless black cavalry rushed out of the darkness like wolves tearing through the space, wrapped in the cold wind that rushed in his face.

"Enemy attack!" The sentry shouted with all his strength. But this shout seemed so pale and weak in front of the rushing thunder, and the war horses were like thunder, and the roaring hooves of the horses trampled the silence of the night.

"Bump"! "Bump"! "Bump"! The sawdust flew away, and the forward cavalry, who were the first wave of attacks, fired hundreds of long arrows carrying gunpowder in waves, stabbing the gate of the heavy city wall with iron and solid wood.

“……………”

Then, a fiery arrow was fired.

I only heard the sound of "pop", the sound of violent explosion, and suddenly the fire soared into the sky, sawdust and iron sheets flew, and the gate of the city wall was blasted by hundreds of catties of gunpowder.

The generals of the garrison of the border post city did not expect a surprise attack from the enemy's large group of cavalry, and the loose defense caused the gate of the city wall to be easily destroyed.

"Kill! , not one left! Captain Hukmarao shouted, brandishing his sword, and the first to ride his horse into the city beneath the gates of the city walls, which had been shattered by hundreds of gunpowders.

Behind him, a group of Mongolian steppe light cavalry followed closely behind, like a black torrent, rushed into the city.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! A sharp trombone sounded from the walls of the fortress in the distance, and thick smoke mixed with the sound of fighting resounded in the sky!

Not far from the shattered city gate, many garrison soldiers holding siege shields poured out of the shattered holes. A team of 100 quickly gained a foothold in place, forming a flesh-and-blood defensive line.

In the face of the surging group of powerful cavalry, although the guards of the border post city were a little caught off guard, they still formed a group of soldiers combining spears and shields in a very timely manner, like a steel city wall, temporarily stopping the wreaking havoc of the cavalry barbarian army.

On the battlefield, the fate of rushing straight to the enemy camp is nothing more than winning or losing, or death or injury!

However, in the unpredictable and terrible prairie where death may occur at any time, the steppe men who have grown up to adulthood have a very high fighting spirit, and they are not afraid of death or sacrifice.

Because death in their impression is to return to the embrace of immortality, especially to die on the battlefield and return to the grassland, it is a great honor!

Any tight formation and defense is afraid of the bloodthirsty wolves who are not afraid of death, with flesh and blood, and constantly charge.

Because in the eyes of the wolves, any defense is a fragile dart.

They undoubtedly embody the arrogant nature of the soldiers who are indifferent to life and death on the battlefield.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Not a single one to stay! Several commanders who were commanding in place shouted, brandished their swords in unison, led the army of the headquarters, and rushed into the city of "Border Post City"!

The rushing black torrent stepped over the bodies of the frightened Manchu soldiers.

"Ahh

“………………”

"Pap", "Pap", "Pap", countless grassland light cavalry held scimitars, and a group of garrisons in the border post city, launched an extremely tragic fight to the death between the city gates.

An infantry with a spear vomited blood and fainted when the huge war horse collided, while at the same time, an infantryman with a spear stabbed the spear directly into the chest of the steppe soldier on horseback.

"Ah", "Ah", "Ah", there was a continuous wail from inside, and the "brush" war knives flew, spears pierced, and knives and guns collided with each other, stirring up countless sparks in the dark night.

The shouts of people and people, the screams of scimitars slashing blunt flesh, and the falling sound of spears stabbing into the chest and falling to the ground, one after another, resounded continuously in this blood-red battlefield.

Only ten minutes later, like a demon that repeatedly devoured life near the gate of the city wall, hundreds of Mongolian steppe light cavalry on horseback fell off their horses one after another, and the garrison of Bianyi City suffered even heavier losses here, more than a thousand infantry soldiers armed with spears and spears were all killed under the city gate.

“……………”

Hukma stood proudly on his horse, the scimitar in his hand was already stained with blood, and at this moment, his hands were already stained with the lives of more than twenty soldiers.

"Array! Array! "Because of the hurry and panic of time, some of the soldiers stationed there rushed out of the tent without even wearing armor, and only held weapons in their hands, and were knocked out of the Mongolian steppe light cavalry on the spot......

Long arrows pierced the air, and the sharp whistling that tore through the air filled the killing battlefield in an instant.

Thousands of white arrows drew white lines, whistling into the bodies of the garrisons of the Southern Imperial Court in Border Post City from a high place behind the shield.

The whistling sound of arrows tearing through the air filled their eardrums, and the arrows that "swished" into the locusts kept knocking the soldiers to the ground, and the soldiers of the southern court behind the shield wall were in chaos under the continuous rain of arrows.

"Hell! Don't be afraid to rush me! “

The general of the garrison in the border post city, seeing that his subordinates were a little hesitant, immediately became angry, you must know that during the battle between the two sides, the soldiers hesitated and feared that it was a huge mistake, especially at the critical moment of life and death.