Three cavalry regiments, 12,000 people. Even on the grassland, this is not a small force.
Soldiers are more valuable than their elite. Many people are of no use.
Ahead, in the S-shaped river meander, there are densely packed felt houses, home to 150,000 to 60,000 people.
But there are only more than 30,000 real soldiers. That is, one soldier per yurt.
Wang Hao's dragoon regiment was in the middle. He saw the two Mongolian cavalry regiments on the left and right flanks, lowering their spears one after another. They rushed toward the camp in front of them like a rainbow.
Wang Hao remembered reading a history book in the academy. When Cao Cao conquered Wuhuan, he led 7,000 tiger and leopard cavalry and rushed down a hill. There were 300,000 Wuhuan people at the foot of the mountain. Maybe that's what it looks like now.
In that battle, the history books only recorded five words: Cao Cao defeated Wuhuan.
When I lecture, I often say that strong men flourished in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, one man was like the five barbarians. It was really fascinating.
An Sanxi rode a majestic Don River horse, which was half a foot taller than other horses at the shoulder.
This was originally Yang Fan's mount. Before this battle, he gave it to An Sanxi to express his respect for him.
An Sanxi was so moved that he cried bitterly. In this era, the lord gave you the horse, which means a lot. An Sanxi regarded it as a treasure.
This horse can greatly enhance An Sanxi's prestige. This means that An Sanxi can represent the master here. This is a great trust.
An Sanxi had no reason not to take care of everything here. Otherwise, he would not be able to see his lord.
An Sanxi was dressed in a grass-green anti-stab uniform, body armor, and an explosion-proof helmet. He had been rushing to the front of the dragoon regiment's lost formation.
Holding a modern cavalry sword in his hand, he shouted loudly and penetrated the enemy camp like an arrow missing.
With a leap on his horse, he jumped over the simple fence and rushed into the camp. At the same time, he chopped down a naked buttocked Duoyan man who had just come out of the camp and had a sleepy look to urinate.
The hooves of more than 40,000 horses vibrated the earth, and even though they were covered with leather, they still woke up the Duoyan people in advance.
There was great chaos in the camp. A large number of Mongolians came out of the tents and hurriedly looked for weapons, leather armor, and saddles.
When going to bed at night, horses are always unsaddled. Rearranging is not an easy task, especially at night when you can't see anything.
Fortunately, there were no extinguished campfires in the camp, and there were still some bright lights.
Chubu Qingtabu Nang was sleeping soundly with a fifteen-year-old Mongolian girl in his arms. In the hollow cowhide pillow, he heard the sound of horse hooves vibrating the earth.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw an enemy attack!
He pushed away the girl in his arms and climbed up. Tens of thousands of horses were in trouble.
Everyone was careless and did not expect Nairen Bater, a legendary hero on the grassland.
Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of cavalry, they actually took a break from their busy schedule to catch Duoyan off guard.
He actually dared to take the initiative to attack instead of withdrawing his limited cavalry back inside the city wall as quickly as possible.
Chu Buqing hurriedly came out of the camp, grabbed a cleaver, and kicked the sleeping guard who was curled up at the door to wake him up.
"The enemy is coming, prepare my horse quickly, stupid pig."
The two soldiers were a little confused for a while, but they soon became energetic because An Sanxi had already rushed in front of them.
The surging cavalry followed An Sanxi back like a tide. An Sanxi saw a strong man two meters tall, naked and covered in black hair, screaming strangely and holding up a long and narrow two-handed saber.
, rush over.
An Sanxi slashed the saber in his hand without hesitation.
The horse-zapping sword was heavy and slow. In the blink of an eye, An Sanxi, including his men and horses, had rushed to the front. Chubu Qingtabu Nang made an emergency move and raised the horse-zapping sword horizontally to resist An Sanxi's slashing attack.
The huge power of Don Hema's charge was supported by the heavy saber in An Sanxi's hand. There was a clang and sparks flew everywhere.
The jaws of Chubuqing's hands were broken, and blood flowed out. His whole body was knocked back and flew out. With a bang, the tent behind him fell down.
The cavalry behind them turned their wrists and leveled their sabers. The moment the horses rushed past at high speed, the heads of the two soldiers were chopped off by the following cavalry. There was no need to chop at all.
The soldiers around An Sanxi are all veterans of the battlefield. Each of them has fought with the Mongols hundreds of times. Under the guidance of modern cavalry drills, they have made rapid progress.
With a pop, a small earthen jar was thrown onto the tent. It shattered and burst into flames. This was an incendiary jar that had just been transported from Xincheng. Inside were white sugar, gasoline, white phosphorus, and scrap rubber. They were all scraps collected by idiots.
made.
Daming has local phosphate mining.
Once the can is broken, the white phosphorus ignites immediately when it comes into contact with the air.
At this time, a large number of cavalry rushed into the camp. The three cavalry regiments were divided into 120 centuries, rushing around and throwing incendiary bombs. The Mongols were stunned and could not organize effective resistance at all.
Many people just got out of their leather quilts and had no clothes on. Mongolians are used to sleeping in Class A. Because there is no cloth, they don't have underwear or pajamas.
With the flames of the incendiary bombs, the war horses were frightened and fled in all directions. Without the horses, the Mongolians were like fish washed up on the beach by the waves. They could only struggle desperately under the hacking and killing of the cavalry regiment.
Hatusang Taiji arrived late, and his tribe was stationed on the north side, so he had enough time to reorganize his troops. He assembled three thousand cavalry and intercepted them like An Sanxi's dragoon regiment.
As long as the enemy's offensive can be stopped and slowed down, more Duoyan people can gather.
As long as the flower soldiers gather together, they can surround and eat these sneak attack enemies.
An Sanxi saw the large group of Mongolians in front forming an array and slowly advancing towards them. He shouted: "Prepare the muskets."
At the sound of the bugle, the dragoon regiment quickly gathered around An Sanxi. More than 3,600 people and An Sanxi's 200 soldiers reorganized into a front-lost formation.
The two cavalry formations began to accelerate, and the other Mongolians scattered and ran to both sides to avoid being trampled to pieces by the two formations.
"Fire arrows!" Hatusang shouted. The Mongols were still capable of shooting on horseback. Ninety meters away, they all grabbed their riding bows and shot at the bird at a 45-degree angle.
In the dark, they couldn't see the enemy so far away at all. They could only roughly shoot by the light of the fire. But soon the arrows rained down and covered the team in front.
There was a muffled popping sound. It was like being defeated. The combination of stab-proof clothing and body armor perfectly blocked the arrows. The arrows missed the human body and fell down one after another.
In an instant, the opposing cavalry closed the distance to thirty meters.
"Fire" An Sanxi put the saber back into the scabbard. Then he pulled out two double-barreled flintlock muskets from the holster in front of the saddle. He pulled the trigger at the enemy thirty meters away.
Countless firelights shined in the dark night, and pieces of white mist rose. That was the firelight when the firecrackers were fired.
The dark night seemed to be illuminated in an instant. Duoyan's cavalrymen opened their eyes wide in horror.
Firearms, the cavalry on the opposite side has firearms.