The scorching sun on the grassland is extremely scorching, and the green grass stretches as far as the eye can see, making people feel tired.

Even though the sunset is beginning to appear, the temperature in the air is still unbearably hot, and the horses can't stop flicking their tails, as if they can drive away the heat wave.

However, the grassland was completely flat, with few large rocks to be found, let alone trees to enjoy the shade.

The scout called to the war horse from time to time, calmed his emotions, gave him water and food, fearing that something might happen to his life-threatening partner.

Dong dong dong——

The scout's eyelids twitched and he quickly lay down on the ground. The vibration went straight to his heart and sounded like thunder in his ears.

He stood up in a hurry, stepped onto the horse's back with a quick stride, then found a hillside and stood there looking at it.

I saw, in the distance, against the light, a black army, stepping on the grass, slowly approaching. Although I couldn't see the details, its scale covered the sky and the sun, making people fearful.

On the two wings, there is a white and gray world, which is the rations of the army. The size of the cattle and sheep accompanying the army is no less than the number of the army.

As if they saw the lone scout, a group of light cavalry rushed forward quickly like arrows.

The scout could even vaguely see the ferocious smile on his face. With a look on his face, he quickly turned his horse's head and swung his whip to urge his companions.

The horse also knew that something was wrong, and kept running with its four long legs. It seemed that it had just filled its stomach and had good strength. It quickly broke away from the pursuit and returned to the camp.

"Dear Emir, the Ming army is thirty miles away from us."

The cavalry who returned without success had to report.

On the horse, a burly man wearing a round hat and armor listened carefully to his words.

The so-called emir is actually the military commander of the Bukhara Khanate. This is an official position, a type of noble, and a lord. It later evolved into a king, just like the chief of Qatar, who is the emir.

This is a common official position in Hepingjiao countries. In fact, it was the Jiedushi envoy during the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties period.

But today, the rulers in the Peace Religion can only be called Caliph and Sultan. Caliph means the successor of the Prophet. In other words, he must be a descendant of Muhammad to be called Caliph.

Sultan means the ruler of a foreign race. For example, the Ottomans are actually Turks, not Arabs, so the monarch of the Ottoman Empire is the Sultan.

Today's Bukhara Khanate is naturally of Turkic origin, so its monarch should be called Sultan. However, Bukhara was influenced by the Persians, so it was called "Shah", which means King of Kings.

But internally, he is a descendant of Genghis Khan, also known as Khan.

When Emperor Zhu Yixi met with the Mongolian tribes from the Monan and Mobei regions in Chahar, he was honored as Chuluo Khan by the Mongolian nobles because he wanted to exert influence in the country of Mongolian descent.

Emil frowned: "It seems that Akito's riding skills are really good!"

Just through scouting, he realized how difficult the Ming army was to deal with.

"Camp here—"

He raised his hand, his gaze seemed to penetrate the distant clouds and directly witnessed the Ming army.

In fact, the reason why he is cautious is because he knows too little.

The Bukhara Khanate inherited the Mongolian tradition of feudalism as always. The Great Khan only controlled Bukhara and Samarkand, and the rest were controlled by the nobles.

Now he only knows that this Ming army does not exceed 30,000 to 40,000, but he does not know the details.

At this time, Li Dingguo was shocked when he received the message from the scout, and his face was full of excitement: "The Bukhara people are finally here."

The next day, the two armies began to confront each other.

There is no doubt that tens of thousands of cavalry came galloping, putting great pressure on the Ming army.

However, Li Dingguo looked upright, holding a telescope in his hand, and said seriously and carefully: "The heavy cavalry is in front, and the light cavalry is on the two wings."

"However, the armor wearing rate of heavy cavalry is not high. How can it be regarded as heavy armor if the leather armor is often used up?"

"There are many types of light cavalry, and there is no uniform uniform. Most of their horses are emaciated——"

Suddenly, Li Dingguo showed surprise. He said to the general beside him: "As the saying goes, horses are fattened by autumn and fattened by summer. Now it is summer. After a winter, the cattle and sheep need to replenish their grass."

"Horses are no exception."

"What does the general's office mean, the other party's people are uncertain?" Jia Daihua immediately found the point: "It was supposed to be a day for grazing, but now it is forced to go to war, so the herdsmen are very reluctant."

Looking at Jia Daihua with admiration, Li Dingguo smiled and gave everyone confidence: "In addition, these cavalry are mostly recruited for the lords. They cherish their troops and will not be happy to fight for the Great Khan."

"So, don't worry about the light cavalry in this battle, and just attack the heavy cavalry and elites in the middle. I'm sure the others won't bother to save them—"

The task was assigned and no one had any objections.

Combat on the grasslands is different from that in the Central Plains. The formation requirements are not high, but the order is different.

The Bukhara cavalry came with great momentum. Their armors shone with light, and the sound of horse hooves echoed through the sky. They seemed to be showing off their riding skills. The cavalry flew up and down on their horses, showing the unique style of the grassland people.

Their expressions were ferocious, and their hearts were reminded of the fear and retreat of the Ming army.

Yes, who can withstand the impact of tens of thousands of cavalry?

Although they knew that the cavalry charging the infantry phalanx was seeking death, this group of Bukhara cavalry, which had been roaming the grasslands for hundreds of years, remained unafraid.

Sure enough, the phalanx formed by the Haokand vassal army faced the overwhelming dust, their legs were trembling and their minds were unsteady.

Li Dingguo glanced at it: "Mud can't hold up a wall."

"Go and send out the artillery."

"Yes——" Lun

When the messengers received the news, they immediately began to load the cannon and light the fuse after being prepared for a long time.

Boom——

The power of Shaowu-style artillery allowed this group of herdsmen to see the power of field artillery for the first time.

The cannonballs passed through beautiful arcs and fell directly into the battle formation, tearing apart many cavalrymen.

The roar of the artillery was deafening, and as the air vibrated, the horses driven by the cavalry could not help but panic and wanted to scatter in all directions.

Frankly speaking, the power of artillery is not great at this time, but its greatest role is deterrence.

The artillery that I have never seen before, with the scythe of death, easily took away the lives of dozens of people, which was nothing to the army, even scratching the itch.

But a large number of horses were frightened and ran away uncontrollably.

The cavalry's charge was stopped.

An unprecedented danger frightened everyone, and some people even rode on horseback and prayed.

Unfortunately, artillery cannot stop the general trend.

The Bukhara cavalry were certainly not stupid. They did not directly rush into the copper wall. Instead, they kept flying kites and shooting cold arrows, putting great pressure on the infantry phalanx.

At the same time, these cold arrows were like ants moving, constantly hollowing out the infantry phalanx like a city wall.

It can be said that as long as there is a little negligence, the loophole will expand and be used as a gap. The cavalry will continue to enter and march into the square formation.

In this regard, the training is acceptable, but the infantry phalanx composed of inexperienced Kokand vassal troops is already in danger.

"The people of Haokandu are unreliable." Li Dingguo said without changing his expression: "Let the cavalry charge."

Soon, under the strange eyes of the Bukhara cavalry, the Ming cavalry began to walk out of the square formation in a line formation to reduce the pressure on the infantry and face the enemy directly.

The cavalry were also arranged in a square formation, with horses next to horses, as close as infantry.

At the same time, what he held in his hand turned out to be a long stick.

"Prepare, put -"

Crackling——Lun

A burst of smoke filled the air, and a row of bullets was fired.

Suddenly, a group of Bukhara cavalry fell.

"Bless me, please, destroy this group of evil enemies, and we will go to heaven——"

With the blessing of faith, the Bukhara cavalry are still fearless.

Frankly speaking, there is a reason why the Peace Cult dominated the Middle Ages.

Their faith and fearlessness made them invincible in the era of cold weapons.

So, a swarm of cavalry continued to attack.

Naturally, the Ming army would not be afraid of this.

The cavalry in the front specializes in shooting, while the cavalry in the back does the filling.

This resulted in a continuous flow of muskets. In the blink of an eye, there was a round of muskets, and the power was extremely exaggerated.

In the short distance of a few hundred feet, no less than a thousand corpses of horsemen fell down, blocking the road and making people feel dizzy just looking at them.

The continuous firing of muskets made the Bukhara cavalry panic. No matter how inspiring their faith was, it was nothing in the face of death.

Their confidence was shattered and they understood that what they were facing was not an ordinary enemy, but an extremely deadly weapon. The cavalry began to think about how to fight back.

Unfortunately, the back foot pushes forward. Once the cavalry runs, they cannot stop, otherwise they will be squeezed, which is several times more dangerous than fighting.

And the command from the emir made them die one after another.

The thunderous crackle of the muskets was deafening on the battlefield. As the air vibrated, the horses driven by the charging cavalry could no longer maintain their composure. They became extremely panicked and wanted to flee in all directions.

When the death toll exceeded 3,000, military morale could no longer be maintained.
To be continued...