Chapter 056 Battle of Monan (5) Farewell to the Master!
Qataiji's army moved forward at the optimal speed, which would neither tire the horses nor be too slow. But after all, Turigen's lightning-fast reporting worked. When he arrived at Lixin'ai with 6,000 elite cavalry,
When the old camp was about seven or eight miles away, Xin Ai had organized a team of more than 10,000 people to the west of the old camp.
The speed of this gathering and the whole team was slightly beyond Chatterji's expectations. He originally thought that the opponent should have gathered less than 10,000 people at this time.
In fact, this mistake cannot be blamed on Qataiji's poor estimation ability, because he did not know that Xin Ai had already gathered the tribe around the old camp because he planned to march westward as soon as the Tumen arrived.
But now that the matter has come to this, Qataiji's previous plan of attacking in two directions and preventing the other party from gathering must change.
Generals like Chatterji do not rely on combat skills learned from reading military books, but rely on "talent and experience" to fight. Therefore, facing this situation, he does not need to analyze each point like an "academic general".
The current various pros and cons of both sides, but directly ordered: "Everyone follow me - attack from the right!"
His change of method was very simple, from attacking from two directions to one. This was a simple way of thinking about "concentrating forces." Chatterji may not know the theoretical origin of concentrating forces, but this did not prevent him from using it flexibly.
From ancient times to the present, there have been countless famous generals. Who knows if there are even half of them who are really familiar with the art of war?
There is no need to give orders in the Mongolian army about how to control horses. Qataiji himself leads the way, and his speed is the basis for the army behind to automatically adjust the horse speed.
Chatterjee did not immediately slap the horse and run wildly, but just clamped the horse's belly slightly and let the horse accelerate slowly - just like the driver of the car in later generations "linear acceleration" rather than "a kick on the floor".
After all, a war horse is a living creature. No matter how strong the body is, how many times can it withstand a "kick on the floor"? Therefore, the Mongolian generals who are experienced in riding combat will not engage in such tricks unless they have to. This is not
The equestrian competition requires the entire army to act in unison.
Xin Ai looked at Chatterji's actions in the west of the camp, and his face became even more gloomy. He said solemnly: "Where is Borha Rabbit?"
Borha Rabbit raised his head and replied: "Echige, I'm here."
Xin Ai originally wanted to yell at him when she saw such an idiot, but when she thought that the reason why he raised his head was because he had just suffered a nosebleed, he swallowed his words and said with a cold face: "Take your own warriors to snipe Tuotuo.
, he must not be allowed to complete the attack."
Borha Rabbit knew that he had no choice but to retreat. If he tried to shirk it again, Echige would probably kill his son on the battlefield to boost morale, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Yes, Echige, but my headquarters only gathered one person."
There are more than 1,200 people, I'm afraid..."
Xin Ai said coldly: "I'll give you another eight hundred." After a pause, he added: "I didn't ask you to defeat him. Your mission is to snipe the enemy and delay him. Do you understand?"
"Understood." Borha Rabbit nodded, then immediately turned around and shouted: "Did you hear what Huang Taiji said? Let's stop Tuotuo!"
The Mongolian warriors under his command also know how dangerous the situation is today, but they have no way out and can only fight bravely - the brave have a glimmer of hope, while the cowards only die!
"Stop Tuotuo!"
"Stop Tuotuo——"
Seeing the Borha Rabbit whose morale was suddenly boosted, Xin Ai calmed down a little.
Although this kid has no ability and is addicted to drinking and sex, he still knows how to fight to the death when life and death is at stake. He barely insults the noble blood of the Golden Family.
Qataiji, who was rapidly approaching the left wing of Xin Ai's army, smiled coldly when he saw a large army of horses shooting out of Xin Ai's army.
He knew that Xin Ai would definitely be able to see his intentions and would definitely send someone out to attack, but...
Two thousand people want to stop the 6,000 fine knights led by me, Tuo Tuo? Humph, are you Chi Laowen or Subotai?
Although Qataiji despised the opponent, he was not careless at all. When he saw the opponent rushing towards him with great momentum, he did not even increase his horse speed immediately, but looked coldly at the young man who was leading the way.
Borha rabbit?
Chatterji, who had excellent eyesight, immediately saw the inexplicable and ferocious face of Borha Rabbit, and then without saying a word, he used the bow with one hand and the arrow with the other. There was no need for a horse rein in either hand, and he only relied on his legs to control the war horse.
Suddenly, his slightly slumped body suddenly sat upright, holding the eagle bow like a full moon. He almost didn't even take aim, then fired an arrow, and it shot out like a meteor chasing the moon!
Chatterji's reputation as "Zhebie's Magical Shooter" is too great! The moment he sat up straight, Borha Rabbit knew that he was going to shoot himself. He almost subconsciously lowered his head and bent down, trying to get on the horse's back.
Minimize the possibility of being shot.
However, if the Zhebie Divine Shot is so easy to avoid, can it still be called the Zhebie Divine Shooter?
The moment Borha Rabbit lowered his head, the arrow that was shot suddenly without any aiming action had already hit him.
Even though Borha Rabbit lowered his head as fast as possible, the arrow still hit him right...the helmet.
The helmet style of the Mongolian army is quite different from that of the Ming army. The style is like an iron bowl, with a brim-shaped roll on the edge of the standard bowl mouth.
It stands to reason that when Borha Rabbit lowers his head, the round helmet should have a good deflection effect on the arrow. Even if it hits the target, it should slide to the side.
However, an accident happened. After the "clang" on the head of Borha Rabbit, Borha Rabbit fell directly from the horse and let out a more miserable howl than before when he hit his nose.
The sharp-eyed rider glanced over and saw the Borha rabbit rolling on the ground a few times, holding the helmet and pulling it out hard...
Everyone gasped, the arrow actually shot through Borha Rabbit's helmet, and the arrowhead was embedded in his skull!
Helmets and skulls are extremely hard objects. Chatterji's "accidental arrow" did not directly pierce the Borha Rabbit with its helmet and skull, but it was so powerful that it was enough to make people frightened!
Xin Ai, who was concentrating more nervously in the Western Camp, also saw this scene. He couldn't help but be shocked. He grabbed the riding crop tightly and said to himself: "This guy's strength has only declined so much compared to when he was in his prime."
A little bit?"
"Zhebie Shenshe!"
"Zhebie Shenshe——"
The army behind Chatterji shouted loudly.
However, Chatterji's face darkened slightly - he did hit the target, which shows that his eyesight, reasoning and shooting skills have not declined, but he himself knows that his strength has declined.
Because, if it were ten years ago, this arrow would have completely penetrated the helmet and skull.
As expected, everyone will grow old.
But Chaterji did not feel depressed. Instead, he became even more excited and shouted: "The enemy will fall, follow me and charge into the battle!"
Since I will always grow old, let more people see my bravery before I grow old!
I am Zhebie Shenshe! Tuotuo, the son of Xingkai Urluk! [Note 1]
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[Note 1]: Mongolians generally do not call themselves surnames + first names, but are accustomed to putting their father’s name in front of their own names. Take the former President of Mongolia Chasia Elbegdorj as an example. Chasia is his father.
