In the afternoon, the sunshine on the plateau became more and more fierce, making people's skin painful.
But the air was very cold, making people shiver.
Liang Yue had never encountered such weird weather, and he became more and more in awe of this plateau.
The Qinghai coalition's offensive began again.
The yak formation was still at the head, and it was still divided into three groups, but there were more soldiers and horses on both wings than before.
"Cloudy, mountainous, and sea, support the right wing. No matter how many people die, we are not allowed to retreat even one step."
At the moment of the war, Liang Yue became cold and ruthless, and at the same time unquestionable.
He was in this state, making the proud Mongolians wary.
Cloudy Shanhai waved his hand, and more than 7,000 Mongolians jumped out of the formation and headed straight for the right wing.
"Zhao Si, the left wing is left to you. Make full use of the terrain of the valley and consume as many enemies as you can."
Zhao Si also knew that this battle was crucial, and the White Lotus Sect could not stay out of it and preserve its strength.
After deploying the two wings, Liang Yue knew that the focus of victory or defeat was still in the middle.
He pulled Jiang Chaoyun over and whispered instructions in his ear.
The battle at the beginning was no different from before.
The Qinghai Allied Forces drove the yak formation closer and closer, while the Han-Mongolian Allied Forces still fought back with bows and arrows.
The two sides went back and forth, and the fight was lively, but it was thundering and not raining.
Finally, the yak array stood in front of the trench again.
The Han-Mongolian coalition forces did not notice that there were some soldiers lurking quietly in the yak formation on the opposite side and had already reached the front.
These people suddenly stood up and threw the smoking balls in their hands with roars.
When these balls crossed the ditch and hit the earth wall, the people here could see clearly.
Those are actually clay pots one by one.
The clay pot is very crisp and will break immediately upon slight impact.
It was filled with some viscous liquid, which splashed everywhere, covering people, walls, and the floor.
Before the Han-Mongolian coalition could figure it out, several rockets were fired from the opposite side.
When the rocket hits these viscous liquids, it immediately turns into a raging wave of fire.
The soldiers of the Han-Mongolian coalition had no time to escape and were set on fire one after another.
In the empty space, the smell of roasted meat filled the air strangely. The others were so frightened that they howled and retreated, no longer daring to stand by the earthen wall.
It turns out that the viscous liquid in the clay pot is animal fat collected by nomads.
Fire attacks are easier to use during wars, and these nomads also know this. Therefore, they use various containers to store grease and use it to set fires at critical moments.
The Han-Mongolian coalition did not expect that the other side would use this move, and suffered a huge loss. More than 300 soldiers were killed in the sea of fire.
Seeing that the Han-Mongolian coalition forces could not stand beside the earth wall, Liduoji was overjoyed.
"Get on the long ladder and rush over."
When the bad news came from the front line, Liang Yue was not nervous at all, but simply gave the order.
"Let the front line retreat and reposition."
He abandoned trenches and earthen walls.
The Qinghai coalition forces had no resistance and progress was very smooth.
Countless soldiers used long ladders to climb over the ditch, bypass the sea of fire, and chase the Han-Mongolian coalition to kill them all the way.
When the front line of the Han-Mongolian coalition received the order to retreat, they just ran for their lives and did not dare to turn back to resist. As a result, they were killed many times.
There is no way, the quality of the armies on both sides is quite different, and it is impossible to fight without chaos.
Liang Yue watched his soldiers being killed one after another without any reaction.
His eyes were like those of a wild animal, staring intently at its prey.
Seeing that the defeated troops in his front line and the pursuing troops of the Qinghai Allied Forces were entangled together and were about to rush to the front of the formation, he suddenly raised his right hand high.
Jiang Chaoyun, who had been waiting for the signal in the distance, immediately took action.
Jiang Chaoyun personally blew the horn.
Amidst the desolate sound of horns, the central troops of the Han-Mongolian coalition suddenly removed their shields in unison, revealing weapons that had been hidden for a long time.
Bang bang bang bang bang...
Amidst the dense rain of musket fire, no one was spared, whether it was the defeated troops of the Han-Mongolian coalition or the pursuing troops of the Qinghai coalition.
Once a musket fires, there is no stopping.
The musketeers jumped out from the central army, formed three formations, and kept rolling forward. When each row reached the front, there was a hail of bullets.
Almost in the blink of an eye, thousands of people were killed.
This area is really too narrow.
People are squeezing people, people are pushing people, and there is nowhere to hide.
The musketeers under Liang Yue's painstaking arrangements did not need to take careful aim at all, they only needed to shoot fifty steps ahead.
The Qinghai coalition forces, who were originally excited to pursue and kill them, only then realized that the situation was not good.
They started to turn and run.
However, what made them despair was that there was an endless stream of soldiers coming from behind through the long ladder.
Those behind could not see the musket fire.
Although I heard the loud sound of firearms in front of me, I didn't notice anything unusual.
The Oara people also fought against the firearms troops of the Ming Army.
The Tumu Fort incident made the Wala people not very afraid of the Ming army's firearms.
As a result, those in front wanted to retreat and those behind wanted to rush, so they huddled together in front of the trench.
Those in the back thought that those in front were afraid of the enemy and escaped, while those in the front thought that those in the back were forcing them to die.
The anger between the two groups rose rapidly, and they actually started killing each other.
This time the scene became even more chaotic.
The Han-Mongolian coalition's musket array ignored it and just kept pouring firepower.
Even though their reloading speed was very chaotic and not in sync with each other, since there was no danger of being attacked and they only needed to shoot, these musketeers who were just getting started finally found a place to put themselves to use.
The muskets were fired round after round, and no one knew how much ammunition was consumed.
In the end, the gunpowder smoke obscured the sun, and there was not a single figure standing on the flat ground in front of the trench.
The layers of corpses represent the greatest tragedy in the world.
The remaining Qinghai coalition forces on the opposite side of the trench could not accept this scene at all. They were frightened and began to retreat in unison.
On the first day of the attack, the Qinghai coalition forces were completely defeated.
Although the Han-Mongolian coalition suffered heavy losses, they maintained their position.
But many people don't understand.
"General, there is absolutely no benefit in fighting like this. We don't have many people, so we can't all die here."
The Mongol general Shanshan expressed his dissatisfaction.
"If we continue fighting like this, we will quit."
The same is true for Zhao Si.
The soldiers and horses in his hands were the last assets of the White Lotus Sect. As a result, more than 700 people were killed or injured in today's battle.
He had no idea how to explain it to Xu Yaqing.
Even among the Han generals, many looked angry, feeling that Liang Yue was acting nonsense.
How to convince so many opponents?
Just when Liang Yue was struggling in every possible way, a fast horse rushed into the military camp from the east.
After receiving the message from the fast horse, Liang Yue jumped up and laughed freely and freely.
"Brothers, Gushi Khan is dead. We will win this battle!"