On the Double Ninth Day of the first year of Chongzhen, on this day of mourning for the dead, a group of soldiers and horses suddenly came to Chakma Grassland.
This army occupied the main road of Chakma Grassland, completely blocking Lin Dan Khan's way back east. Being cut off, Minte had no choice but to temporarily put down the attack on Naiman's troops and turn around.
Solve the troubles in the Chakma Grassland first.
The Chakma Grassland, which had been peaceful for only two days, was once again brewing for a war.
After autumn, there was a cool breeze, but the scorching sun was still like fire. On the ancient Chakma grassland, more than 3,000 soldiers and horses were arranged in a compact formation.
The iron shield was in front, the muskets were in the back, and the cavalry on the two wings were ready to outflank at any time. This was the first time the Han-Mongolian Fifth Battalion faced a formal battle. How they would cooperate was unknown.
You cannot retreat from this battle. Once you retreat, you will not be able to face Minte. Dorgon hiding in the dark will also pounce on you and take a bite.
There are no permanent friends, only eternal interests. This sentence can never be wrongly used at any time.
What Dorgon wants is credit. He doesn't care who he kills. As long as the credit can bring him back to Shenyang, he won't care about cooperating with Minte.
Therefore, we must give Dorgon a hope and let him see that when both parties work together to swallow this piece of fat at the minimum cost, everything will be done.
"Aqige, you are responsible for the cavalry. You must hold the cavalry down. No one is allowed to rush forward without orders, especially the serial abductors. The cavalry must be used on the edge."
"Don't worry, I know what to do, but aren't you afraid that Dorgon will stab us from behind?"
"Maybe, but as long as we can withstand the attack of Minte's troops, Dorgon will not attack us. He is an ambitious man, and he is very smart. He will not be so stupid that he can't tell which piece of meat is which.
Fatter."
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Minte's command had 5,000 cavalry and 5,000 infantry, which could be said to be a strong force. Therefore, from the beginning, Minte did not take the more than 3,000 Han soldiers and horses seriously.
In a formation confrontation on the grassland, who did the Mongolian warriors fear? Even the majestic Xuanfu elites did not dare to challenge the Mongolian warrior cavalry with weak troops. What Minte really cared about was the cavalry under Aqige. These
The Naiman cavalry are the real thorn in the side.
Following the sunshine, I looked at the large formation in the distance, the tall and thick shields, and the protruding firecrackers. Haha, these Han people are really stupid. They haven't made any progress in hundreds of years.
This stupid formation and snail-slow firearms have suffered many losses, but they still have not learned the lesson. Even if those shields are taller and thicker, can they stop the iron hooves of the Mongolian warriors?
Minte has experienced too many wars. He has fought against the Jurchens and against the Ming Dynasty's frontier troops. Because of his rich experience, he inevitably made arrogant and empiricist mistakes.
"Mu Lie, charge over with the cavalry. I'll give you half an hour. You must disperse these hateful Han people. I want to kill all these stupid lambs and let them know that the scimitars of the Mongolian warriors are there."
How sharp!”
"Roar!" Mu Lie let out a weird howl, raised his scimitar, and took the lead in charging away.
Thousands of cavalry charged together, like rushing water, seemingly capable of destroying everything. The rumble of horse hooves and the trembling of the earth also shook the young hearts of the soldiers.
In front of countless cavalry, some timid ones already had trembling hands, and the hands holding the guns were trembling.
Zhou Dingshan held a gun and stood at the front of the formation, "Calm down, everyone. The Mongols can't break through our shield wall. Hold the firecrackers in your hands tightly. Don't panic. Listen to my orders."
"One hundred feet...eighty feet...fifty feet...First team, let go..."
"Fifty feet...the second team is released..."
"Set up the tripod, fix the shield wall, squat down with the shield hand... stab the spear hand..."
"The third team... let go..."
Bang bang bang, bursts of gunpowder smoke dissipated, and the Mongolians who charged against the projectiles fell down row after row. Some older cavalrymen clearly felt that the Han people on the opposite side were shooting more intensively and more frequently.
But the charging cavalry couldn't turn the horse's head. The smart people had already secretly slowed down.
Minte, who was far behind, also discovered that the cavalry suffered too many casualties during the charge. However, he did not order the troops to retreat. Hum, the casualties were just a bit heavy. As long as he rushed over and broke up the Han people's formation, those Han people would become a group.
Rampant lambs.
I have seen this scene too many times...
Bang bang bang...
Amidst the wailing, cavalrymen continued to fall, but the Mongols still charged forward. After paying a huge price, the leading cavalry finally rushed under the shield wall.
The Mongolians, who were skilled in bow and horse control, controlled their horses to trample the slightly tilted shields. This trick had been tried many times before. If the horses' hoofs stepped on them, the shields and the Han people behind them would be trampled to death and injured. But this time, the horses' hoofs seemed to have stepped on them.
On the steel plate, the top of the shield sunk a little into the soil below, but it did not fall down at all, but the war horse neighed in pain.
In shock, countless spears protruded from the gaps in the shield wall, and dozens of horses were stabbed in the blink of an eye. In pain, the horses roared crazily, and many cavalrymen were thrown off.
The cavalry who fell to the ground were either trampled to death by the horses behind them or stabbed to death by spears.
The fearless Mongolians began to stand on horseback, condescendingly jumping behind the shield wall, but they were greeted by swordsmen who had been waiting for a long time.
The vanguard of the cavalry cannot break up the shield wall or break through the gap. What the cavalry fears most is not casualties, but that their speed is curbed and they cannot continue to move forward. What advantage does a cavalry have if it loses its speed and cannot charge back and forth?
The speed of the Mongolian cavalry was curbed, and the suppressed musketeers began to show off their power again. At this time, countless Mongolian cavalry who had slowed down were crowded in front of the shield wall. There was no need to be afraid of aiming, and they fired volleys. Once the shot was fired, there would always be war horses or horses.
The cavalry was hit.
"Second team withdraws... Third team releases..." Hao Sanpao shouted at the top of his voice, "Damn it, the spearmen lie down on the ground, don't block the planned route of the musketeers...
..."
"Put...put..."
The sound of gunfire was continuous, and every gunshot meant that more Mongolians fell. Finally, after the Mongolian cavalry gathered together, the assault formation became chaotic. Those in the front wanted to retreat in order to survive, and the unknown ones behind them
Here, I want to rush forward.
At this time, Minte finally realized that something was wrong. Almost out of instinct, in order to save more cavalry, he could only order to withdraw first and reorganize the attack.
The horns sounded, showing great sadness, and the Mongolian cavalry began to retreat in batches.
At this time, Tie Mo, who was suppressed and out of breath, finally showed a smile.
"Aqige, form a bandit horse and rush forward. You must not let Minte reorganize the formation!"
Aqige, who had been waiting for a long time, drew his sword and rode away. Not long after, a scream came from the distance.
"Form the cavalry horses, and the cavalry on both wings to protect the central guard camp, advance one by one, and kill..."
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..."
A roar like the waves echoed through the grassland, and a cavalryman covered in black chainmail slowly walked to the front of the formation. The men and horses were armored, with iron ropes connected to them, and the straight sabers glowed with cold light in the sun.