Dozens of men in yellow were circling rapidly in the Ming army formation, galloping freely and invincibly.

Officers at all levels became the targets of their pursuit, and those being pursued fled one after another, as if their lives were being threatened.

Du Wenlin took a look and saw that this tactic was the same as that of the Ying brothers that night, except that the killers today were replaced by these "bugs".

Although all of the more than 200 "soldiers beyond the Great Wall" under his command are superb in martial arts, they are probably no match for these "insects" if they fight alone.

Therefore, the order was passed down to avoid fighting these men in yellow alone and to use group attack techniques.

After the assignment was completed, he first pounced on a nearby man in yellow.

Wang Ling and Ronger followed closely behind as cover.

The man in yellow had just cut a general flag and was looking around for the next target.

Suddenly he saw a white figure shooting towards him like lightning, so fast that he couldn't even see the figure clearly.

Their secret to killing is to use their super speed to kill the opponent before they have time to resist.

The enemy that was charging was faster than them, so fast that they couldn't even find a chance to fight back.

The white figure flashed past, and the man in yellow had blood spurting from his throat. He was teetering on the verge of collapse. Even before his death, he could not believe that there was such a fast movement in the world.

The two hundred or so masters under his command also showed their prowess at this time, and their combat effectiveness was much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers.

Because their goal is to deal with the enemy's masters, they usually practice extremely practical siege formations.

Three people formed a group, forming a triangle to advance and retreat together. Du Wenlin learned this formation from Japan. He had fought against Japanese warriors twice before, and was deeply impressed by this formation. It was very practical against masters, and there were always people in yellow. Folded into this three-person formation.

Du Wenlin, Wang Ling and Ronger were like fierce tigers descending from the mountain. Wherever they went, no one in yellow was spared, and they all became dead souls under the sword.

There are not many of the thirty or so men in yellow left, and the rest are just fighting against trapped animals.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the remaining men in yellow left the battlefield and fled quickly.

Their leader has seen the situation clearly, and if they don't evacuate, they will all be here today.

The Ming army stabilized its position, rebuilt its defense line, and stopped the cavalry charging in.

Enemies that had already rushed in were annihilated one by one.

Today, Kuaibai wanted to use the "Desert Zerg" to kill the North Gate, join forces with the Tumote reinforcements, and then join forces to eradicate the threat from the North Gate.

Now it seems that the plan may fail again.

Standing on the North Gate Tower, looking at the battlefield situation in the distance, a burst of sadness suddenly surged in my heart.

Today is the last chance for Ningxia City. If we cannot successfully break through the siege of the Ming army, I am afraid that we will never be able to escape from the siege in the future.

However, the "Desert Zerg" that had high hopes had been defeated, and the troops attacking from the city were blocked in front of the formation and were struggling to move forward.

The reinforcements in the distance didn't seem optimistic either. They suffered heavy losses under the bombardment of the Hongyi artillery. The cavalry who rushed to the front of the formation were unable to shake the rock-solid shield array and were gradually pushed back.

He looked up at the smoke-filled sky and sighed:

"I think that my ancestors have traveled across the land of Monan for a few generations. Wherever I went, there were few opponents, and I achieved great achievements. Who would have thought that in my own hands, not only would I lose the foundations that my ancestors had worked so hard to build, but also In order to survive, he had to devote himself to the Ming Dynasty and became an inconspicuous deputy general of Ningxia. After these years of keeping a low profile and working hard, I thought I had the capital to break away from the Ming Dynasty and revive the glory of my ancestors, but I still can't escape. The fate of being exterminated."

Thinking of this, there were already tears in my eyes, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Guitana, who was standing by and watching the battle, felt bitter in her heart when she saw Du Wenlin killing enemies like a dragon on the battlefield.

He is her de facto husband and will never marry another man except himself in this life.

And now he is desperately killing his father's men, and has become the most dangerous enemy.

How should we deal with the relationship between the two in the future? I feel confused.

For this war, Ma Gui's plan was to concentrate on annihilating the Tumote reinforcements. He only intercepted the defenders in the city so that they could not join the reinforcements, which was enough to achieve the goal.

Judging from the current situation on the battlefield, everything is proceeding according to plan.

The defenders who rushed out of the north gate suffered heavy casualties. They planned to use the "Desert Zerg" to open the way and form a pincer attack with reinforcements to defeat the Ming army in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, they encountered Du Wenlin, their nemesis, and the plan failed.

The sergeants who came to the rescue today were almost all Han troops under Xu Chao. He saw his men being wiped out by the Ming army like cutting leeks, and his eyes were filled with anger.

Just imagine, if all his subordinates are gone, who will care about him as a polished "governor"?

Ignoring the obeisances of the people beside him, he turned to the adjutant and said:

"Call the gold and withdraw the troops immediately!"

Kuaibai stared at the battlefield in the distance, his face expressionless, and he did not say anything to stop him.

The shrill horn sounded, and the rebels outside the city began to turn around and withdraw into the city.

When Ma Gui heard that the rebels who had left the city had been beaten back, he looked proud.

He said to Du Wenlin, who had just arrived with his team:

"Mr. Du, I have to continue to work hard for you! Now that the threat from the south has been eliminated, we will now concentrate on annihilating the invading enemies at the north gate. To prepare for the unexpected, you and your team will rush to the north to raid the formation immediately."

Du Wenlin wiped the sweat off his head, agreed, and headed north with his men.

Ma Gui then began to adjust his tactics, leaving a small number of people to monitor the north gate. The rest of the troops spread out and formed a fan shape to cover the reinforcements to the north.

For a time, 50,000 to 60,000 troops were like a sudden surge of waves, rolling towards the enemy without restraint.

After receiving Kuaibai's letter asking for help, Tumut leader Huang Taiji took action.

He knew that if he did not send troops to rescue him, Kuaibai would be defeated.

And it is really not cost-effective to fall out with Daming just to save him.

Although there was some contact between the Tumut tribe and Kuaibai, it was only for mutual use and had no emotional basis.

If we send troops to rescue him this time, we must have the intention of breaking up with the Ming Dynasty and destroying everything.

Since you give, you must gain something.

It's better to take advantage of the situation when both Kuaibai and Ming Dynasty are losing, and go there to reap the benefits.

Drive away the Ming army and subdue Kuaibai. If this plan can be realized, the entire Monan can be taken under his own account.

At that time, looking at the entire Mongolian grassland, who could compete with me for supremacy?

After the abacus was made, he personally led the army to Ningxia.

However, he still had a thought in mind. He was afraid that the group would be wiped out if the war didn't go well, so he only brought more than 30,000 soldiers as the vanguard. After the group established a foothold, follow-up troops would come one after another. This could at least avoid annihilation.

disaster.

Sure enough, the expected contingency still happened.

The originally planned tactics of internal and external cooperation have failed, and the defenders who rushed out of the city have been beaten back.

Now only our own more than 30,000 cavalry are left to fight against the Ming army's 100,000 troops. Moreover, the opponent is not only waiting for work, but also has muskets and artillery to cooperate. Our warriors have already dropped more than 2,000 corpses in front of the formation. If they continue to be exhausted,

, probably have to be thrown here.

The Ming army had formed a fan-shaped battle formation, gradually outflanking them from both wings.

Looking around, the enemy's troops were all over the place, with shouts of killing and the sound of cannon fire, which was earth-shattering.

Looking at the city of Ningxia from a distance, I felt unwilling but helpless.

Gritting his teeth, he issued the order:

"Stop attacking, the rear team turns to the front team, cover each other and start to retreat."

They are all prairie horses that can travel thousands of miles a day, so their retreat speed is certainly not slow.

But before he ran ten miles, he was intercepted in front of him.

Arrows flew like rain, and many knights were hit by arrows and fell from their horses.

This kind of formation was nothing to the Tumut cavalry who fought all year round. Everyone urged their horses to rush forward regardless of the oncoming flying arrows.

The best tactic for cavalry to deal with archers is to charge quickly into the opponent's camp. That's when the saber comes into play.

Although countless companions were shot off their horses, the vanguard still rushed to the enemy's front.

Suddenly, countless muskets stretched out from behind the shield, and tongues of fire spurted toward the horses.

The roar of the musket fire was deafening.

All the cavalrymen who rushed forward were shot and fell off their horses. Many war horses were also hit by bullets. They whinnied and turned to face their companions and charged away.

The pursuers from behind gradually compressed, the road ahead was cut off, and nearly 30,000 cavalry were in chaos.

Huang Taiji looked back and forth, sweating all over his head.

A Qianhu next to him suddenly said loudly:

"Khan, we can't go on like this! Let's break out to the northwest!"

There was no Ming army to intercept them in the northwest, but the majestic Helan Mountains stood not far away. What would happen if they ran there?

Is it possible to force the war horses to climb the mountain?

He frowned and shook his head.

The Qianhu said loudly again:

"It's better to find a way to break out when we get there than to stay here and wait to die!"

Huang Taiji hesitated for a while, and saw that more and more of his men were being damaged. The officers beside him continued to mobilize to break out to the northwest. He knew that there was no way out, but now he was forced to go to that dead end.

He waved his hand helplessly and took the lead in running towards the northwest.

Magui received the information, and the remnants of Tumut broke out to the northwest.

"Haha, there is no way to heaven, and there is no way to hell! Go down and have the whole army follow and chase them. Don't give the enemy a chance to breathe. We must annihilate them all at the foot of Helan Mountain."

Ma Gui is also well-known as a ruthless person in the northwest. He never leaves anyone alive in battles and often kills and surrenders.

Therefore, his opponents gave him the nickname "Mayan King".

This time Huang Taiji kicked the iron plate. He couldn't kick it and had to put one of his feet on it.

The Ming army pursued them all the way, and when the Tumut cavalry fled to the foot of Helan Mountain, there were already less than 20,000 people.

Huang Taiji looked up at the towering Helan Mountains with a look of despair on his face.

The shouts of killing from the pursuers behind were loud, and the rising dust and smoke covered the sky and blocked the sun.

Unexpectedly, a generation of heroes who roamed the Mongolian steppe would be buried in this barren land today.

I couldn't help but feel sad.

Now I really regret this trip to Ningxia.

If it weren't for a moment of greed, why would we be in today's predicament?

The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and more and more men were being squeezed in, making this small space overcrowded.

Huang Taiji raised his sword with both hands, prayed to the northeast for a long time, bid farewell to his ancestors, and prepared to fight to the death with the Ming army.

His scouts brought a herdsman who was grazing sheep at the foot of the mountain and asked him if there was any way out from here.

The herdsmen said that there is a steep winding path not far ahead. One can barely climb up the mountain. After reaching the mountain, walk north for two days and then cross to the back of the mountain.

Huang Taiji looked back at the 20,000 horses behind him. How could we get everyone out of trouble on this mountain road that was as fast as the road to heaven?

Seeing his hesitation, his generals knelt down together:

"I beg the Khan to go up the mountain first and keep the green hills. Don't worry about running out of firewood. I will fight to the death to resist the Ming army's pursuit."

With tears streaming down his face, Huang Taiji once again took a deep look at the 20,000 soldiers covered in gunpowder smoke, gritted his teeth, looked back, and climbed up the mountain with the herdsmen.

In this battle, except for a few people such as Huang Taiji who escaped, the more than 30,000 cavalrymen of the Tumut tribe in Mongolia's Right Banner who rushed thousands of miles to aid Ningxia City were almost completely wiped out.
Chapter completed!