When approaching the sixty-mile range of the Saihan Mountain camp, Chen Kan was very extravagant and let a group of Ming soldiers rest for two hours.

The soldiers fed the horses without saying a word, and fell asleep after feeding the horses.

Chen Kan is the same, now he is not very afraid of the big mosquitoes on the grassland.

Even if they are bitten, they are just two big bags, and it doesn't matter if they are bitten by mosquitoes compared to the tragic death of many familiar brothers who are about to see them.

In the grass, there was a burst of snoring.

Not far away, the horses were eating hay, and they seemed to know that a fierce battle awaited them.

The sky was very blue, Chen Kan fell to the ground, looking at the blue sky that was close at hand, as if he could reach out to it, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to grab a touch of blue from the sky.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Before his fingertips could reach the sky, he closed his eyes.

Chen Kan had always slept quietly, but this time he was too tired, so it was not surprising that the faint snoring sounded from his mouth and nose.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, the sun was setting, and the grassland did not know when it had turned golden.

Chen Kan remembers that when he came, the grassland was obviously green.

He didn't understand why the prairie had turned yellow in the blink of an eye.

Chen Kan asked Cheng Feng, but Cheng Feng couldn't say why.

He asked Fang Xu again, and the answer Fang Xu gave him was, today's Mid-Autumn Festival!

"Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Chen Kan muttered, and suddenly found that he had been on the grassland for more than three months.

"Yes, Mid-Autumn Festival."

Fang Xu sighed with emotion, as if he didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

Pouring out a handful of water from the kettle and wiping it on his face, Chen Kan's spirit was a little sober, and then he said lightly: "Let's go!" ”

No one answered, but everyone tacitly climbed on horseback.

The distance of sixty miles is converted into kilometers, that is, less than thirty miles, and at the speed of the war horse, it can be reached in an hour.

Chen Kan rode on his beloved big green horse, and the big green horse first swayed slowly and slowly advanced for a distance.

Then, inadvertently, quietly sped up.

Walking became a jog, jogging became a trot, and a trot became a wild run.

When there was only ten miles left from the camp of Saihan Mountain, the speed of the war horse galloping happened to reach the peak.

At this time, Cheng Feng also returned to the team, and at a distance of ten miles, there was no point in cleaning up the scouts, because the army of the Tartars had already discovered the traces of these two thousand elite horsemen.

The Tartar army stationed in the Saihan Mountains had already learned that 2,000 Ming troops had entered the grassland.

But they didn't pay much attention to it.

In their opinion, if two thousand people dare to go deep into the grassland, they are looking for death, and they don't need to take action, any army on the grassland can ravage this army.

But they never expected that this Ming army would be able to break through the layers of blockade on the grassland and run to Saihan Mountain.

So at the moment when he saw the charging Ming army, the general of Saihan Mountain thought that he was dazzled.

He couldn't help but rub his eyes vigorously, but instead of disappearing, the Ming army was getting closer and closer to the camp.

Mongolian: "Not an illusion!" ”

The Admiral muttered to himself, and then a smile of surprise appeared on his face.

What is this called, a man sits at home, and merit comes from heaven?

No matter how this Ming army broke through the layers of blockade on the grassland, but since they have reached Saihan Mountain.

That means their footsteps will stop here.

Mongolian: "Come to someone, pass on my general's order, capture the main general of the Ming army alive, and others, don't worry about killing." ”

The commander's order quickly spread throughout the army, and all the Tartar soldiers found the task easy

After all, the number of the Ming army is too small, and even such a few people dare to rush into battle, isn't this looking for death?

After receiving the order of the commander-in-chief, a Tartar commander quickly gathered 3,000 men and planned to go out of the camp to meet the battle, regardless of the unfinished leg of mutton.

It's a pity that he was a step late, and the soldiers under his command have not yet been assembled.

Another captain hurriedly took two thousand men out of the camp.

Looking at the colleague who had robbed him of his first battle, he couldn't help but hang his chest.

If you had known, you wouldn't have been greedy for a delicious roast leg of lamb.

Mongolian: "Damn, I was preempted by this guy Agoura." ”

The look of remorse on the face of this captain was about to overflow, he was just a little late, just a little bit, and the merits in his hands were gone.

It's really, so angry.

The distance of the Ming army is getting closer and closer, and because this is the place where the rear camp commander is located, there are no traps such as the gate and the tripping horse trap around the camp.

Of course, the effect of these things on the grassland is not obvious, after all, the grassland is too big, and the types of warfare are mostly field battles.

No one knows when the enemy and us will meet on the grassland, so naturally they will not set up a large camp as meticulously as the Ming army in the Central Plains.

The commander who went out to fight was very confident in himself, and in the field on the grassland, he did not lose to anyone at his own expense, not to mention that the grassland was the grassland of their steppe people.

If he can still lose to the Ming people in the field battle on the grassland, then he doesn't have to be the commander of ten thousand people.

2,000 men against 2,000 men, not because he only had 2,000 men under his command, but because he felt that this Ming army was only worthy of him to send 2,000 men to fight.

"Knock knock~"

The sound of heavy horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the face of the captain led by the Tartars was already showing a bloodthirsty light.

He seemed to have seen the feats beckoning to him.

Stationed in the ghost place of Saihan Mountain, he faces a group of Mongolian traitors every day, even if he wants to fight the autumn wind, those poor ghosts have nothing to rob.

As for the wealthy Ming people, it is rare to see them for decades.

Now that he finally met a squad of the Ming army, it was simply a soft persimmon among soft persimmons, and if he didn't leave them all on the grassland, he would rather not call them Agoura.

As he rushed out of the camp for a mile, Agoura ordered his men to stop.

At this moment, the Ming army's charge has been completed, and his war horse has no chance to speed up.

So he chose to stay where he was.

Mongolian: "Sons, take up your bows and arrows and leave these two-legged sheep outside the camp." ”

Agoura was very conceited, he had absolute confidence in the soldiers under his command, and he was sure that these Ming troops would not even touch the edge of the camp, and they would be shot and killed on the spot by his sons.

Closer, the Ming army is getting closer and closer.

Agoura could even see the face of the general led by the Ming army.

A hideous smile appeared on his face, and the Tartar soldiers behind him quickly drew their bows and arrows, and began to harvest as soon as Ming Jun stepped into range.

In the same way, Agoura was able to see the Ming army, and the Ming army could naturally see Agora clearly.

Chen Kan's face was a little confused, could it be that their news hadn't reached the Saihan Mountain camp yet?

Otherwise, why did the Tartar commander of the Saihan Mountain battalion send such a small number of people to meet him, did he look down on him, or did he look down on the musket in his hand?

Looking at the two thousand people who stopped in front of them, Cheng Feng and Fang Xu's expressions were also a little strange, now it seems that the Saihan Mountain battalion probably didn't know that the weapons in their hands had changed from knives to muskets, otherwise they would never have sent only such a few people to send them to death.

Not to mention that their formation is so dense that it is simply a live target tailored for them.

In that case, then they don't have to be polite.

"Brothers, change formation!"

Cheng Feng, who was at the front, shouted, and the whining wind sounded, as if he was crying for the upcoming massacre.

Hearing Cheng Feng's order, the soldiers of the Ming army behind him quickly dispersed and outflanked the garrison Tartar army in the style of a long snake formation.

And when Agoura saw the Ming army change formation, his face was instantly overjoyed, and now he didn't want to dwell on how this group of Ming troops, who couldn't even know the basic formation of cavalry charge, broke through the layers of blockades and came to Saihan Mountain.

He only knows that his exploits are stable!

Mongolian: "Sons, open your bow, take your arrow!" ”

When Agoura gave the order, Cheng Feng also gave the order.

"Brothers, get ready to shoot!"

The longest range of the bow and arrow is around a hundred paces, and there are only a few that can be shot by a halberd like Lu Bu at a hundred and fifty paces away.

But the musket had three times the range of the bow and arrow.

Agoura was still dreaming of the Ming army starting to harvest as soon as they stepped into range.

But in the next second, there was a crackling sound in the camp of the Ming army, like fried beans.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Agoura's smile froze on his face, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief, several small holes gushing out of blood.

Mongolian: "How... Possible? ”

When he died, he didn't want to believe that the Ming army could shoot him at such a distance.

But there is no way, who told him to stand at the front, in such a conspicuous position, of course Ming Jun has to focus on taking care of her.

And the consequence of focusing on taking care of him is to directly beat him into a sieve.

After a volley, only a herd of frightened horses remained in front of the Tartar camp.

The speed of his change shocked the Tartar general, who had been observing the battlefield, was dumbfounded, and the captain who complained that Agoura had robbed him of his first chance to fight was even more densely cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Mongolian: "How is it possible, what kind of demon magic did the Ming army use?" ”

In the big camp, the Tartar soldiers who had been waiting to see a good show with a playful face were even more frightened by the sudden gunshot, and their faces were full of consternation, as if they had seen evil ghosts.

They were really a little unbelievable, it was two thousand robes, and it was gone with just one face?

Or did they not even fight with the Ming army, and the whole army was wiped out?

What's going on?

They obviously didn't see the Ming army shoot bows and arrows, why did they die?

Could it be a firebolt?

Many of the Tartar soldiers remembered a weapon that belonged exclusively to the Ming army, and under which they had suffered great losses.

But the range of the firearm is not so far, and a firearm requires the cooperation of three Ming troops, one holding the gun, one loading ammunition, and one responsible for ignition.

What's going on here?