Suddenly, countless arrows flew through the graceful arc, and then fell in the square array.

The infantrymen in the phalanx were in a panic, and countless roars rang out: "Whoever takes one step back will die——"

In an instant, the phalanx stabilized.

The firearms also showed off their strength at this time, immediately clearing the crowd in front and slowly approaching.

The generals' shouts and curses, and the passionate music and drums played against each other, forming a vigorous military force.

The horses were panting heavily, steaming in the cold air, foaming at the mouth, carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight, and kept sprinting and fighting.

The cavalry's fighting was not as orderly as the infantry's. The muskets in their hands died after firing a bullet, and they could only rely on their scimitars.

However, the advantages of the Ming army are also obvious. The extremely high armor rate gives them the upper hand in the confrontation, and then slowly expands the results.

Li Dingguo was riding a war horse, the battle flag behind him was flapping, and the large banner, which was about one foot high, was extremely conspicuous on the battlefield. It stood like this, boosting the morale of his side.

Listening to the constant beating of the war drums, his blood boiled and he wished he could take the lead and charge into the battle.

It's a pity that he is the head coach and cannot indulge.

The monocular telescope was set up, and the situation on the battlefield was clear at a glance.

After the Chinese army's phalanx was in a hurry at the beginning, relying on its excellent officer system, it immediately stabilized its footing and continued to fight forward.

The cavalry on both wings were expanding their advantage, relying on the superiority of their equipment to gain the upper hand against the Mongols.

Obviously, the situation on the battlefield is favorable to the Ming army, and it is obviously a tug-of-war.

But this is not as straightforward as Li Dingguo thinks.

The war horse seemed to feel the master's mood, panting and swaying its hoofs uneasily.

"Prolonging this delay will be detrimental to future wars, and it will also give the Mongols some ideas—"

Li Dingguo muttered, his face instantly becoming determined.

Difficult to deal with the Mongols will inevitably bring about some kind of bad luck for the latter, and the Ming army was just lucky.

You must know that although the three major tribes of Oirat Mongolia are the largest, there are also many other small tribes, and he has no leisure to solve them one by one.

"Send the order to send the Zhenxi Artillery out into battle——"

"Yes -" the messenger on the side responded immediately.

The so-called Zhenxi artillery was actually a light rifled artillery researched by the imperial court at that time. It weighed about 400 kilograms and was equipped with wheels. It was extremely convenient for marching on the grassland.

But this time, Li Dingguo came with thirty Zhenxi artillery pieces.

The Zhenxi artillery, which had been prepared for a long time, was pushed forward one by one, occupying a hillside, and began to bury the soil for positioning, calculate the angle, clean the barrel, and load the shot shells.

Thirty black muzzles were pointed at the sky. A gong sound was heard, and a shout came: "Fire——"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..." Thunderous noises sounded one after another, and the earth trembled. A row of artillery retreated several steps due to the recoil, shaking up dust all over the ground.

Viewed from a distance, rows of white smoke rise one after another on the gentle slope, and the flames in the smoke are brilliant and powerful.

Most of the artillery shells fell into the Mongolian army formation, frightening the galloping cavalry.

Shotguns fell like flowers from the sky, and a large number of iron nails and shrapnel bloomed in the Mongolian army. Some were penetrated directly by the shrapnel, their heads were broken, and blood and flesh were splashed all over the ground; some horses were frightened and were forced to fall off their horses.

, turned into meat paste...

Each explosive bomb can carry more than ten, or even dozens of people, killing almost everyone within a radius of several feet.

Although only a few hundred people were killed or injured in one round of artillery fire, such a miserable scene directly crushed the courage of many soldiers.

Being hit hundreds of steps away and dying in such a pitiful way, how can one not be in a trance?

The morale of the Mongols dropped rapidly like a parabola. It could not stop the attack of the sea of ​​​​people, but it accelerated its collapse.

"Boom - boom -"

During the second round of volleys, many Mongolians could not help but close their eyes and pray to the Buddha for blessing.

The Ming army, on the other hand, rejoiced and became excited as if they had been given blood, and the scimitars in their hands became even more powerful.

By the third round, the morale of the Mongolian army completely collapsed, and a large number of cavalry could not stop fleeing, and they could not be dissuaded at all.

This is how tribal alliances work. The first one leads to the second one, and the army disappears quickly like an avalanche.

"My sons, follow me and kill -"

Li Dingguo couldn't bear it any longer, so he waved his machete and, protected by a group of soldiers, headed straight towards the enemy.

As soon as the banner behind him moved, the entire Ming army pressed forward completely and followed the commander.

This time, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Mongols could no longer resist and fell apart in the blink of an eye.

Oqiltu Khan, who was watching the formation, was shocked. Seeing such a scene, there was a constant roar in his ears, which made him tremble with fear.

As soon as the army collapsed, he immediately turned around and said: "Withdraw, withdraw everyone -"

This decisive battle involving more than 100,000 people and concerning the ownership of the entire Western Region ended so easily.

The fighting and pursuit lasted no more than two hours.

Li Dingguo's blood was boiling, and after he chopped off four or five people with his hands, he immediately ordered his men to hunt down Oqirtu Khan and completely eliminate the Heshuote tribe.

As long as the Junggar and Heshuote tribes are wiped out, the remaining Dulbert tribe will not be able to survive any waves.

Jia Daihua rode his horse and fought vigorously. He felt hot all over his body, his lips were dry, and he desperately wanted to drink water. But at the same time, the horse under his crotch kept moving forward, and the scimitar in his hand was harvesting the lives of the enemy soldiers, which made him extremely

excited.

His troops followed closely and kept moving forward. After a while, when the horses under his legs slowed down, Jia Daihua felt something was wrong:

"He actually left the battlefield a hundred miles away."

Thinking of this, he suppressed his hunger and thirst and shouted: "Feed the war horse and replenish its strength."

As he spoke, he took a sip of water until he felt that the saliva was not drying up, and then he fed half of the bag of water to the horse.

"Commander, shall we continue moving forward?"

A troop of 500 people was followed by about 300 people. One of the captains couldn't help but ask.

"Of course." Jia Daihua raised his head, looked at the sparse deserters in front of him, and said decisively: "I don't believe that if we chase so far, there will be no high officials or nobles."

"If you don't ask for anything, just get a Taiji, it's not bad."

Taiji was prevalent in Oirat Mongolia. As long as a tribal leader was a tribal leader, he would be called Taiji. The so-called Eqiltu Khan had the title of Khan given to him by his uncle Gushi Khan, and he was worthy of being the leader of the alliance.

"That's true -" Everyone nodded. Such a request was not too high and could very well be realized on the battlefield.

In an instant, everyone was full of fighting spirit.

After boosting morale, Jia Daihua immediately led the troops forward.

I don’t know how long they walked, but under the stars and the moon, everyone came to a lake.

"Head, there seems to be someone in front of you——"

The cavalry who also serves as a night guard is back.

"how many people?"

Jia Daihua was tired and sleepy, and his thirst for water was severe, but he still forced himself to cheer up.

"I couldn't see clearly at night, but I guess there were thousands of people."

"This is not small, it is a big fish."

Jia Daihua marveled in a low voice.

You must know that on the grassland, an ordinary medium-sized tribe only has 1,800 riders. Only large tribes can organize thousands of riders.

As for the characters protected by Qianqi, its identity can be imagined.

"Boss, there are too few of us."

"forget it--"

The deputy battalion commander and captains gathered together. Three or four people looked up at Jia Daihua and retreated one by one.

"Brothers are too weak to fight. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with them if we force them."

Obviously, the number of soldiers was at a disadvantage, coupled with the long journey, everyone had no confidence.

Jia Daihua also felt uncertain, but the huge achievements in front of him were enough for him to give it a try.

His eyes were bright and he told a short story: "As the old saying goes, one Han can defeat five barbarians. Now we are chasing troops, and they are defeated troops. How can three hundred people not be able to defeat a thousand people?"

"Besides, this person must be a big prey. Once we catch him, we will definitely be awarded titles and promotions, and our brothers will also receive a lot of merit."

"It will be difficult to encounter such a good opportunity again in the future."

Within a few breaths, the captain and deputy battalion chief expressed their approval.

"Feed the horses, rest, and wait until midnight before we make a surprise attack."

Jia Daihua whispered.

"Boss, why isn't it just before dawn?" Deputy Yingzheng, who also studied at the martial arts hall, couldn't help but ask.
To be continued...