Tu Meng was not a good hunter. However, standing on the mountain and looking at the dark Mongolian cavalry below, Liu Qingqing was now very conscious of being a prey.
After picking it off the stone, Liu Qingqing actually smiled, which puzzled the fat man Qianhu who was wiping his sweat at the side. He came over and asked in a low voice: "Did Liu Qianhu see anything?"
"Yeah!" Liu Qingqing nodded: "We are surrounded by people!"
Isn't this nonsense? Wang Qianhu was stunned. This was not what he wanted to hear.
"Didn't you say before that the Tatars can't afford it? There are so many people and horses, and people eat what the horses chew, how much food will it take to deal with it!" He looked at Liu Qingqing, whose mouth was slightly raised, and then looked at the Mongolia at the foot of the mountain.
Tatar tried hard to put on a relaxed smile, but the fat on his face shook a few times, which was really uglier than crying.
"You don't have to worry about it. They rushed over like this before. How long do you think we can withstand it?" Liu Qingqing said lightly: "We are still here and can talk. This is because the Tatars don't want to take action, otherwise they will give up some lives.
I’m afraid we don’t have many brothers left at the moment!”
The Tatars occupied the water source at the foot of the mountain, leaving no gaps. This is not a good phenomenon. When going up the mountain, most of the horses were abandoned at the foot of the mountain. Even if there is no need to worry about food for the time being, if there is dry food, they can still kill the horses to last for a few days.
This can't be done without water. When Liu Qingqing saw the enemy troops at the foot of the mountain, he had already concluded that these Tatars were planning to starve and thirst them to death without hurting any of their soldiers. The Tatars also have brains and know that
It's a strategy.
"That is to say, we still can't escape this disaster!" Wang Qianhu was rambling, but he knew that he was definitely not afraid, "Then what are we waiting for? Waiting for reinforcements? We are going to rescue Datong, not
Someone has come to save us, and sooner or later we will die. While we still have some strength, rush down and do the damn thing, and we will have to pull a few backers even if we die!"
"Looking at you like this, you are still a man. I was a little rude to you in my previous words. Brother, I will apologize to you!" Liu Qingqing waved her hand: "You have to fight hard to get the last one, there is no rush now!"
Liu Qingqing glanced at him and said sternly, maybe because he knew that this would be his final outcome. At this moment, Liu Qingqing became more open-minded. Yes, what's the big deal? The worst thing is death. The Tatars died under their own hands
There are so many people, so in terms of finding someone to support me, I have already found enough, so there is nothing to regret.
"We are all brothers, why are you talking about this? I know that I am not as good as you in leading soldiers and fighting. I still have this self-knowledge!"
Wang Qianhu waved his hands and had just made an impassioned speech. Suddenly he saw Liu Qianhu, who had always been cold-faced. He said these words, and his heart felt warm: "If I don't die this time, after I get out, I want to be with you."
Come on, brothers of life and death, brothers of life and death, how can they be called brothers if they don’t experience life and death? You won’t look down on me, a fat man, right?”
"Why wait until we go out? Isn't it just right now?" Liu Qingqing smiled slightly, pulled out her sword, took Wang Wang Qianhu's hand, cut his palm, and blood immediately flowed out. Then, he crossed
The knife came and opened a gash in the palm of his left hand. Then, his two bloody palms were held together tightly.
The two met each other and burst into laughter.
"I still don't know your full name!" The two of them let go and wrapped each other with a cloth: Liu Qingqing said, "You seemed to have introduced me yesterday, but I forgot about it!"
"At that time, you didn't take your fat brother seriously!" Wang Qianhu chuckled: "Wang Yu, you are twenty-three! I know that my eldest brother is older than me, so I don't care about my age.
Got it!"
Twenty-three, so young! Liu Qingqing glanced at this newly sworn brother: "Which castle were you from before?"
At this age, although he has some responsibilities in the military, he is so unfamiliar. There is no doubt that he is different from Liu Qingqing, who rose up from a small soldier. There is no doubt that this brother is either a hereditary Qianhu, or he comes from a distinguished family.
"I used to hang around in the Beijing camp. I made some mistakes at home and was driven here by the old man. I didn't expect to be so unlucky. This body of fat has not been strengthened yet, and I encountered such a big battle!" Wang Yuye
I don’t want to worry about the Mongols at the bottom of the mountain. Anyway, I will continue to fight when they attack. If they don’t attack, they will wait until the dry food is gone and rush down. I would like to take this opportunity to chat more with this newly sworn brother.
A few sentences are a bit more pleasant.
"Jingying!" Liu Qingqing murmured: "That's a good place, but for fighting, it's a little worse than our frontier army!"
Hey hey hey! Wang Yu laughed, neither denying nor refuting.
In the sunshine, against the cold wind, the newly sworn brothers spent their first day chatting like this without saying a word.
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From the moment the Ming army's scouts came into contact with the Mongolian cavalry, the entire Ming army's brigade began to slow down. Qian Wubing had been in the middle army, watching Zhang Yong issue orders one by one in an orderly manner.
Under the command of Zhang Yong, the team of 10,000 people quickly mobilized the flanks, the center army, and the rear team, and formed a battle formation.
The Tatar brigade is right in front, and I don't know how long they have been waiting in front. For the Ming army that has been chasing for two days, there is no doubt that they now have an advantage.
One side is waiting for work, and the other side has come all the way, so its combat strength has to be compromised. Another point is that this battlefield was decided by the Mongols. Regardless of the location and terrain, it is somewhat unfavorable to the Ming army.
As for the number of people, it doesn't make much sense to compare. Zhang Yong came with his army and had more than 10,000 elite soldiers. In a decisive battle with these 10,000 people, the difference between 1,000 and 2,000 people is not the main factor in determining the outcome.
The cavalry from both sides, after careful probing, quickly began a large-scale fighting. Thousands of people were at the foot of Baishan Mountain, driven by their respective generals, and launched round after round towards the other side's camp.
impact.
Qian Wubing's face turned slightly pale. The wind with the smell of blood blew over, and his chest even felt a little stuffy, and he felt like he wanted to vomit but couldn't. Speaking of gold and iron, it was so desirable, but...
Only by truly seeing this scene in front of you, which is like Shura Hell, can you truly realize how bloody cruelty is hidden behind these four words.
He saw with his own eyes that a group of about a thousand cavalry, under Zhang Yong's order, charged towards the Mongolian left wing. Under the rain of Mongolian shots, the more than a hundred people at the front were
One after another, they were hit by arrows and fell off their horses, and were immediately trampled down by the horseshoes of their comrades behind them. Under such a charge, falling off the horse meant death, regardless of whether it was friend or foe.
After paying more than a hundred casualties, the Ming army finally approached the Mongolian left wing. At this time, the sound of volleys of firecrackers rang out. The knights who rushed over were not holding sabers or spears, but
They are firecrackers with long and short arms that look like iron rods. After approaching the enemy, these firecrackers, which had been loaded with gunpowder for a long time, finally exerted their power. Like the explosion of thunder, the oncoming Mongolian cavalry,
One after another, they were shot and fell off their horses, just like the Ming army cavalry who fell off their horses before. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared under the hooves of the horses that were constantly staggering and charging from both sides.
The Ming army who had finished shooting the firecrackers did not just throw away their firecrackers like the cavalry who were riding and shooting. Instead, they turned around and shook hands with the firecrackers. In a blink of an eye, the firecrackers turned into a heavy solid iron rod.
Not to mention that the Mongolians without armor could not block the blow of the iron rod carrying the force of the horse. Even if they were covered in iron armor, the shock of the iron rod hitting their bodies could knock people out.
The cavalry from both sides crossed each other one by one. In the blink of an eye, they separated and stood in front of the opponent's array. Then they turned around, yelled strangely, and launched another charge towards the enemy who also turned around.
.It’s just that those who fell in the last charge will never stand up again.
The victory of this charge was basically decided. The Ming army who returned to the main formation had about five or six hundred people from each thousand households, while the Mongolian team of one thousand people only had a handful of people left.
There are more than a hundred people. It’s not that the fighting skills of the Ming army are much better than that of the Mongols, but that the Mongols no longer have room for them to shoot arrows this time, and the Ming army fired the muskets that had already been beaten to a bloody pulp.
He went to the saddlebags on one side of the horse's back, and from the saddlebags on the other side, he pulled out a brand new gunpowder that had been filled with pellets and gunpowder and had not been used yet.
Seeing the Mongolian deserters taking back their own formation, the Ming army cheered loudly.
A general covered in blood galloped out from the retreating Ming army and came to Zhang Yong: "General, the last general is lucky enough to live up to his command and win the first battle!"
Qian Wubing watched this battle with excitement. When he saw the general coming to pay his order, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
This man was in his thirties and had an extremely ordinary appearance. If he wasn't covered in blood and looked like a murderous god, it would be difficult to find him among the people of any city in the Ming Dynasty.
"Remember your first achievement, take people down to heal and rest!"
The general left in a hurry, but Qian Wubing saw more than a hundred soldiers emerging from the formations on both sides. These people were walking toward the battlefield with short knives in their hands.
He looked at Zhang Yong, who had a solemn look on his face. He suppressed the questions in his heart and watched every move on the battlefield.
I saw more than a hundred soldiers coming out of their respective formations. They did not catch each other and fight each other. Instead, they carefully inspected the corpses and wounded on the ground. Whether they were Ming soldiers or Mongolian soldiers, the fallen and trampled ones,
Those who were shot and injured were always alive. These people came forward with knives and helped them solve the pain of tossing and turning. However, they were very clear about the division. The Ming people were responsible for the Ming people, and the Mongolian people were responsible for the Mongolian people.
Not a single one was wrong.
Seeing the groans on the battlefield slowly calm down, Qian Wubing's horrified scene appeared.
The Ming Dynasty's foot soldiers, after completing their tasks, returned to the main formation, and the Mongolian foot soldiers, after completing their tasks, shouted something towards the main formation, and then returned to the main formation.
The sharp blades filled with their own clansmen all pointed at their necks. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred corpses on the battlefield.
Seeing Qian Wubing's frightened and questioning eyes, Zhang Yong turned slightly to the side. After all, this was a person sent by His Majesty himself. Although His Majesty said that this person was just to act as his eyes, His Majesty's eyes should not be taken care of.
It's good to be negligent. With so many soldiers and horses, it's unreasonable not to have a supervisor. Maybe, Qian Wubing has His Majesty's secret decree in his hands.
"I haven't seen this situation for many years. These people committed suicide in front of the battle. Of course it was because of the defeated generals, but there is another meaning. Tu Meng, this is telling us that this battle will not end until the death, and our two sides will fight to the death."