The sound of a cannon shot was heard, and Mu Zhuoer's eyes suddenly froze, and then turned into shock.
Impossible, the Ming army couldn't be so fast... Mu Zhuoer found it hard to accept.
"boom--!"
Another cannon shot brought her back to reality.
It may not be possible, and it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that the Ming army is coming.
The Ming army's artillery did not cause damage to the Tatars because the distance was not enough.
However, this sound of cannon can shake the Tatar military morale.
In fact, Li Qing's vanguard troops brought such a cannon in order to rush to the battlefield as quickly as possible.
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"I thought I heard a cannon go off just now." Ashe Tiemur murmured, "Chief Tuhuan, did you hear it?"
"I... seemed to have heard it too." Tuohuan was a little unsure.
After a while, the vague sound of artillery came again. It was almost inaudible in the fighting battlefield, but it was definitely there if you listened carefully.
Gradually, ecstasy filled my heart, and I regained my confidence. Although I didn’t know the details, one thing was certain, the Ming army was coming!
Ashe Temür was also full of joy. He and Tuohuan both prospered and suffered losses. Naturally, he did not want Wala to perish.
"Chief Tuohuan, the Ming army has arrived, hurry up and boost morale!" Ashe Tiemur urged.
"Oh, yes, yes." Tuohuan reacted and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Warriors of Oara, our reinforcements have arrived. The Ming Dynasty has come to help us eliminate the evil Tatars. Warriors, hold on, wave your weapons.
Scimitar, cut off the head of the Tartar..."
"Warriors of Wala, our reinforcements have arrived..." Tuohuan's guards shouted in unison.
Even Ashe Tiemur joined the shouting team.
Boost morale as much as possible!
On the battlefield, morale plays an extremely important role. There are many factors that determine victory or defeat, but morale is undoubtedly the most important one.
When the news reached the battlefield, the morale of the Oara army was greatly boosted, but the Tatar army was frightened.
Their fear of being dominated by the Ming army had not been eliminated. When they heard that the Ming army was coming, their morale suddenly dropped sharply, and the scimitars in their hands were not so powerful when they were swung.
Arutai didn't know whether the information was true or false, but he had a sudden heart attack and immediately rushed to the rear.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Sporadic gunfire sounded one after another, and Arutai's expression suddenly changed - the Ming army was really coming.
By the time he arrived at the rear, the Ming army had already attacked.
On the observation deck, Mu Zhuoer's face was sullen, almost dripping with tears. When he saw Alutai approaching, he said directly: "The Ming army is coming, let's... withdraw."
Arutai's body trembled, and veins popped out of his fists as big as sandbags, "Wang, we're only so close, do you really want to give up like this?"
Mu Zhuoer closed her eyes in pain and said, "Withdraw."
"Yes." Arutai was helpless. He had invested too much this time, and he was unable to win Oala in one go. He was really losing blood.
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"The Tatars are about to withdraw." Li Qing noticed the situation keenly. At that moment, he didn't care about waiting for Zhu Zhanji's follow-up troops. He swung his spear and said, "Line up the sword array!"
How could Li Qing miss such a great opportunity to severely damage the Tatars?
Choros Boyantemur drew out the scimitar on his saddle and said in a loud voice: "Warriors of Oara, join the Ming army to kill the enemy."
He is only fourteen years old, but he is very strong, almost like an adult man.
"Wait a minute."
Li Qing quickly stopped him, "Just watch."
Tuohuan had already lost one of his sons, and Li Qing didn't want him to die again. It wasn't because of his conscience, but because the Ming Dynasty needed Wala as an ally to contain the Tatars on the grassland.
If the two sons in a row, they died in his hands, and Li Qing himself couldn't go.
More importantly, Li Qing thinks that this Chuo Ros Boyan Timur is thick and honest. The probability of the future is a good control person.
Furthermore, there are dozens of people in total, and there is almost no effect on the battlefield.
Li Qingchao's Waji Guardian: "You drip, protect the son, understand?"
There are people who have learned Chinese in the guards, and the focus is on the focus.
Li Qing put down his heart, waited for half a minute, saw the formation of 10 %, and mentioned his true breath: "Kill ...!"
Nearly 8,000 elite cavalry, entered the battlefield.
The momentum of the Ming army was like a rainbow, but the Jun Jun was a morale plunge, and the long -awaited physical strength declined, it was difficult to fight.
As the three thousand battalions extended the elite, the 鞑靼 was stirred up.
"puff……"
Li Qing was a long gun, a stabbing dumplings, the spin was about to pick it, throwing it out, and hit a large piece.
"Puff ..."
Li Qing was the first, and the gun was like a dragon, which was terrible.
The pioneer will be so brave, and the encouragement of morale is not great. The elite cavalry of the three thousand battalions is brave, and the combat power is even more amazing.
The momentum of 8,000 people is no less than 12,22,22.
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On the other side.
I noticed that I was withdrawn, and the chaos of the formation was about to jump up.
At the same time, he also remembered Li Qing's advice before and back!
Ming Jun came to help him. If he did not follow the agreement, he would inevitably settle the account after the autumn.
Furthermore, he was so long in his heart, and he had a fire in his heart.
Take off his arms and shouted: "The warriors of the tile, the number of sturgeons has been exhausted, and the revenge is here, kill me ..."! "
The long -standing Wajie Army, finally when he raised his eyebrows, he started to fight back.
On the battlefield, the sound of fighting against each other was even more violent.
"Withdraw, quickly withdraw," Mu Zhuo'er drank lightly: "Don't fall in love."
Arutta is also anxiously roaring, trying to gather soldiers, effective, but the effect is not great.
Because, Li Qing, the 8,000 people, have stirred the battlefield.
After half an hour, the Jun Army finally gathered the residual soldiers. Unexpectedly, at this time, Zhu Zhanji arrived.
"The geese -shaped array blocked the retreat, and the artillery shelter was prepared!" Zhu Zhanji did not order the charge, but was blocked on the retreat line, set the stand posture, and prepared to give the head a hit.
The range of geese formation is the widest, but it is also best to be breached.
Especially the cavalry, which is blocked by geese -shaped arrays, is not a wise move.
However, everything must be combined with reality. Today, the army has lost its fighting spirit and has no physical strength. If you want to break through the geese form, you have to spend a lot of effort.
Even so, it is not easy to block the 鞑靼 by the geese -shaped formation.
But it doesn't matter. Behind the geese formation is the artillery player of the Ming army, and the firepower covers is extremely wide.
"Boom ..."
The artillery hand is skilled, filled in, loaded, ignited the lead, launched, cleared ... in one go.
"Bang Bang ..."
Fireminers' three -stage shooting, good lethality.
"” …… ...
The crossbow player is not idle.
With a complete and fully dimension reduction blow, under the blessing of hot weapons, no matter how brave grassland heroes, as long as they are topped, it is difficult to escape the fate of hate the northwest.
"Shield soldiers step forward." Zhu Zhanji saw a breakout that died, and the geese formation was in danger, and immediately changed the formation.
The block is blocked, but it has not been completely blocked, but it has greatly slowed down the speed of the puppet, which also gives the artillery player and provides the time to play.
The flesh and blood body is difficult to carry firearms after all.
Among them, many war horses were shocked, and under the random running, indirectly caused a lot of casualties.
Mu Zhuer's heart was dripping blood. This gambler was lost, and the loss was thoroughly lost. It was not counted even if she won before. She also put on the old bottom.
At this moment, she was smashed by self -confidence.
"@#%..."
The noisy sound sounded again, Mu Zhuo'er turned back to see, it was the killing of Waka.
The corner of her mouth could not help but feel bitter: it will be repaid sooner or later!
Mu Zhuoer took a deep breath and began to withdraw the troops regardless of the casualties.
After all, the cavalry, the Ming army wanted to wipe out all, it was tantamount to the dream of dreaming.
It was just a breakout, and nearly 10,000 people were damaged.
When she left, she looked back at the battlefield, her population was crowded, and she didn't see the person she wanted to see.
Sigh and leave quickly.
Nympho
In this battle, the damage was unprecedented. When the withdrawal was withdrawn, the battle was less than 20,000.
One -handed good card!
The damage of the tile is not small. After the war, the injured soldiers were not more than 10,000.
Mingjun's casualties are the smallest, but the harvest is the largest!
严 This time the damage is too serious. Without ten years and eight years of rest, I can't get eager at all.
Wajie is still not an opponent, but he has to follow Daming.
The grassland is not unified, and the power of life has also weakened sharply.