Chapter 125: Attack

The battle of the two wings broke out first, and 2,000 Yan cavalry under the leadership of Zhu Gaoxu and Zhang Xinshen rushed towards the Mongolian guerrillas on both wings like two arrows, and in the blink of an eye, the four cavalry teams were strangled together, which made the pressure of the Ming army suddenly relaxed.

Seeing the Ming cavalry rushing out again, Kutur thought that the Ming army could no longer bear the pressure, and suddenly a smug smile appeared on his face, but soon his smile froze on his face.

Listening to the sound of rumbling footsteps, the large array of the Ming army, which was not restrained by the two wings, actually pressed towards the main formation of the Mongolian cavalry with neat steps. The Ming saber and shield hand are in front, the pikemen are in the center, and the archers are in the back, and the big array is like a neat rumbling sound every time the footsteps fall, without a trace of chaos, and the overwhelming momentum is breathless.

If the cavalry wants to defeat the infantry, the first thing is to break through the infantry formation with speed, as long as the infantry formation is broken, then the rest is a simple slaughter. But now the infantry formation of the Ming army is not only tight, but also like a hedgehog, which makes people have nowhere to eat. What's even more frightening is that the Ming army's large array will send out a salvo every ten steps forward, and the dense arrows like rain suddenly shot the front of the Mongolian army, and one person turned on his back and lost a lot, so that the main formation of the Mongolian army was in chaos before it could charge.

The rain of arrows that shot into the Mongolian cavalry formation hit Khuthur's heart like a giant hammer, making his heart beat and gradually retreating, but he was still unwilling to fail like this, and tried to find a fighter again.

With Khuthur's order, the horn sounded again, and the main formation of the Mongol army began to shoot back with bows and arrows while slowly retreating. They wanted to lure the Ming army to attack, as long as the Ming army could not resist the temptation to speed up the march, even if there was a slight negligence, they would give the Mongolian army an excellent fighter.

But Zhu Di would make such a low-level mistake, he always pressed the large array to maintain an unhurried momentum, not giving the Mongolian army a chance, and at the same time constantly hitting the momentum of the Mongolian army with a salvo of bows and arrows, giving the Mongolian army a lot of losses.

There was an extremely strange scene on the battlefield, that is, the two wings shouted to kill the heavens and shook the sky, but the large formations of the Chinese armies of the two sides were one side slowly advancing, and the other side was slowly retreating, both very calm. It can be said that the competition between the two sides now is patience and perseverance, and whoever does not sink first will be the first to collapse and become the losing side.

The battle-hardened Khutur was able to hold his breath, but Temu Dudu had already urged the horse to run back and forth in front of the formation countless times, and finally he turned his horse to Khutur and said, "Uncle Wang, give my little nephew a piece of soldiers and horses, and see how I can break through the Ming army's big array." ”

At this time, although there are still 2,000 Chinese cavalry in Kutur's hands who have not joined the battle, he is already shocked by the battle, and at this time he will not listen to Tiemu Dudu's idea, and his face is slightly gloomy and said: "Dudu nephew, now we must not be rash, do you know that the opponent we are facing now is Zhu Di, the Yan King of the Ming Dynasty, this person is not only brave and ruthless, but also a cunning person, he is now the most difficult person to deal with in my Dayuan, many of my generals have suffered big losses under him, we still have to be careful." ”

Hearing this, Temu Dudu was even more angry, and immediately stared at Khutul with two eyes and asked in a disdainful tone: "Is Uncle Wang afraid?" If you are afraid, it is better to hand it over to your nephew to command, now our army still has an advantage, see how my nephew can break his Yanwang army." ”

Kutur's eyes immediately stood up, and he scolded in his heart: "Ignorant junior, didn't you just rely on the merits of your father and brother to gain the emperor's favor, and you dared to teach the old man a lesson, when the old man went into battle to fight, you didn't know where to play with mud." But he still forcibly held back the anger in his chest, and said lukewarmly to Temudu: "My nephew is a close minister of Your Majesty, how can I let you charge into battle, now the two armies are stalemate, and Zhu Di is calm and unwilling to be fooled, our army has lost the first hand in the raid, it is better to temporarily retreat and find the field." ”

When Temu Dudu heard Khuthur mention the retreat again, he immediately snorted heavily, and said with a sneer: "Uncle Wang seems to be really old, and his courage has become smaller and smaller, and now whether my Dayuan can reproduce the glory of the great Genghis Khan era is all in this war, if Uncle Wang really doesn't dare to fight with Zhu Di, then leave it to the little nephew." ”

Khuthur could no longer suppress the anger in his chest, and reprimanded loudly: "Tiemu Dudu, put your position right, now I am the commander of the whole army, and you must not be untrustworthy." ”

Temu Dudu glanced at Kutur again and ignored him, he suddenly drew his knife in front of the horse formation, raised the scimitar in his hand into the air, and shouted to the sergeant in the middle of the army: " The descendants of the great Genghis Khan, the warriors of Mongolia, look at the battlefield in front of you, you should feel ashamed, the southerners were originally not just a group of docile sheep, but now you are beaten by the sheep step by step, you have lost the noble honor given to you by the great Genghis Khan, how can you still be worthy of being called warriors, Mongolian warriors should be eagles soaring on the steppe, should be wolves that never admit defeat, when have eagles and wolves been bullied by a group of docile sheep? Today, this king wants to take you back to the courage and honor that warriors should have, and it is the men who will go with this king to kill all these southern barbarians, so that the immortal heavens and the great Genghis Khan can see that the descendants of our steppe will always be the most invincible in the world. ”

Temu's humiliation and agitation immediately caused a stir in the Mongolian army's formation, and countless screams rang out: "Kill all the southern barbarians! Kill them! Genghis Khan! Genghis Khan......

For a time, the shouts were earth-shattering, and they actually resonated with the Mongolian cavalry on the entire battlefield, and countless identical shouts came one after another, and the morale of the Mongolian army was suddenly greatly boosted.

Temu Dudu was very satisfied with the effect in front of him, and he was even more complacent, he turned his horse and waved his sword and shouted: "Mongolian warriors, the descendants of the Khan of Achievement, kill! Kill all these southern barbarians with this king!" He immediately raised his horse and raised his sword, took the lead, and led two thousand Chinese cavalry to bypass the main formation of his own army and go straight to the flank of the Ming army's main formation.

Kutur was already angry at Temududu's noisy dominance, but he was helpless at this time, because Temududu had already mustered up the morale of the whole army for a decisive battle, and if he stopped it again, he was afraid that he would be abandoned by the whole army immediately. All Khuthur could do now was open his eyes in anger and hatred, cursing Temu Dudu in his heart.

The sudden outbreak of the Mongol army immediately made the Ming army feel great pressure, especially the flank assault of Temududu, which made the Ming army's offensive exhausted.

Zhu Di had no troops to adjust at this time, so he had to order the whole army to stop the pace of advance and tighten the large formation to deal with the sudden counterattack of the Mongols.

Immediately, a rain of arrows flew from the Ming army's large array one after another, but it could no longer stop the attack of the Mongolian cavalry, which was already desperate. Having learned the lessons of the previous raid, the two thousand cavalry he led were no longer scattered, but concentrated into one arrow, and launched a fierce charge that only followed a point on the flank of the Ming army. (To be continued.) )