In the dark night, groups of men and horses, all covered in plate armor and wearing black coarse cloth cloaks, walked silently. They spread out like mercury on the ground and spread toward the west.
An Sanxi was very strict in running the army, and talking during the march was strictly prohibited.
After leaving the city, the cavalry of the three regiments went to the north, east, and south to attack the camps of Khan'ahai, Buyan'ahai, and Subuti.
These three people represent the three largest forces in Haraqin and Duoyan.
In the west, the troops were mainly sent by Tumed Zhutaiji and Ordos Jinong.
240 teams, nearly 20,000 people, silently headed towards the Ordos camp.
An Sanxi personally led the team, and his guard of 200 cavalry also followed.
The cavalrymen all dismounted and led their horses on foot, with coins in their mouths and hooves wrapped in cotton and cloth, walking quietly so as not to alarm the Mongols.
After all, horses shake the earth when they run, and Mongolians can hear it through hollow pillows in their sleep.
The Ordos people were stationed more than ten miles west of the city, near a creek for easy access to water. This time they came with a total of 5,000 cavalry, and all of them were stationed here.
Because it has been three months since the war started, they have not fought much and have not been attacked. The west side is not the focus of the attack.
They were so lax that they didn't even send out scouts at night. There were only some sentries on the wooden fence of the camp. They were so sleepy that they dozed off.
The Ordos people came here to make soy sauce, and the leader of the team was Jinong's younger brother Bunotaiji.
Twenty-four teams were bypassed from a distance.
Fifteen of the brigades surrounded the Ordos camp from all sides. Nine brigades set up defenses at the bend of the river closest to the Tumuts to prevent the Tumuts from coming to rescue.
An Sanxi looked at his pocket watch, it was three o'clock in the morning.
This was the agreed time for the three cavalry regiments to launch an attack. Because it was night, it was difficult to see how many people were coming. Each camp under attack would definitely focus on defense, and any rash attack would be ambushed.
Moreover, the advantage of Mongolian bows and arrows is greatly reduced in the dark, which can reduce casualties.
An Sanxi knew the Mongolian psychology and tactics very well. As long as there was enemy situation in the camps in all directions, no one would come out to support each other. These people were originally a loose collection.
An Sanxi installed his headquarters on a small mound outside the Ordos camp. The grassland is not actually flat, but rolling low hills covered with green grass.
The camp not far away was quiet without any sound. There were only a few sentries dozing off against the fence under a few flickering torches.
Through the telescope, An Sanxi saw a rocket flying far away, exploding into brilliant fireworks in the sky. Then countless fireworks from three sides of Duolun City soared into the sky, and countless sparks exploded in the sky.
This is the signal for the attack to begin. It means that all three cavalry regiments have begun to engage the enemy.
As long as the fighting breaks out, no one knows how many people come out of the city. No one can care about each other in the various Mongolian camps. Only here can we free our hands and concentrate our forces to deal with the Ordos people.
"Send the signal to attack." An Sanxi gave the order, and dozens of messengers immediately mounted their horses and galloped away.
Soon the attacking brigades received orders.
The team from Xingfu Club is at the front of the entire community team.
This was temporarily decided on the battlefield by ten team captains, who drew lots on the spot. Lao Zhong had no objection. It was God's will, and he went back directly to prepare for the attack.
"Brothers from the Si family, as well as Han Laogen, Ma Xiaowu, and Zhao Daguo, the five of you, each bring an explosive pack, crawl up, and blow up the Tatar wooden fence and the horse." Lao Zhongtou ordered.
A few people didn't have any objections and hurriedly left with the explosive bags. This kind of tasks are rotated, which is fair.
This early morning is when people are most asleep.
Ever since the Ordos people were sent here by Jinong, they have never been interested in attacking the city.
They also didn't quite understand that Haraqin's troubles had nothing to do with them. The Nayans who led the team were not willing to lose their tribesmen for the Haraqin people.
So since this period of time, I haven't had much fight with An Sanxi.
Khan Ahai and Buyan Ahai also knew in their hearts that the Ordos people came to join in the fun and show Jinong's attitude, but they could not command these people.
Simply let it be. Just take it down and give them a share. As long as they can come, it represents the unity of the entire Monan Mongolia.
Buono was in a bad mood today. His beloved horse was not accustomed to the climate here and died of illness.
He finally got this horse from his brother.
His brother got it from the distant Turkmen people. Unexpectedly, after arriving here and attacking for three months, the city was not captured. Instead, his BMW died of illness.
He was so angry that he whipped several of his slaves, and then he became extremely drunk and fell asleep on the bear skin.
He was sleeping and lost in the lake, when suddenly there was a loud noise, and a dazzling white light illuminated the window of the yurt. It shocked him to get up. He was still hungover, and before he understood what was going on, there were explosions one after another.
At this time, even though he was a fool, he understood that it was the explosion of gunpowder.
Explosions came from all directions, indicating that his camp was surrounded.
At this time, his Na Ke'er rushed in from outside and helped him put on clothes and armor.
"Taiji, Mingren took advantage of the darkness and came here. We are surrounded."
"Taiji, give the order to assemble immediately, otherwise it will be too late."
Just as the Mongols scrambled out of their tents, 150 teams from all directions rushed in through the blasted fences.
According to An Sanxi's requirements, the squad is the smallest combat unit, and no one is allowed to leave the squad to fight alone.
As soon as these people rushed into the tent area, they poured the kerosene they brought with them on the yurt and set it on fire.
In the camp, looking down from the sky, fires were quickly blazing from all sides. The wind on the grassland was very strong, and the wind helped the fire, which quickly ignited the firewood piles and horse pens. For a while, people shouted and horses neighed, and there was chaos.
As soon as a large number of sleepy Mongolians emerged from their tents, they were pricked by oncoming spears. They fell to the ground before they could see the situation clearly.
Lai Tu was a warrior. He saw a man in front of him who was rushing out of the tent being stabbed by several spears. The unlucky man screamed and was stabbed down.
He shouted loudly, jumped up, broke the window, and rolled out.
He brandished his machete and prepared to slash at the attacking enemies. Under the bright torch, he was shocked to find that there were seventy or eighty enemies in front of him.
These people were all protected by armor, which actually did not reflect light in the blazing fire. They also wore helmets on their heads. The strange thing was that these helmets had visors lowered, so their faces could not be seen.
Their faces all have sharp beaks like beaks. They look very scary and weird.
He held a strange weapon in his hand, which looked like an ax or a spear. Before he could react, they came at him in a dense mass of stabbings.
He shouted loudly and used his machete to deflect a few of them. He just breathed a sigh of relief and realized that these people were far less powerful than he was.
Suddenly there was pain in his foot and he looked down.
An ax with a halberd cut off the sole of his foot.
Lai Tu screamed and fell down, and in the blink of an eye, countless axes struck down him. The blood of Lai Tu was splashed, and he soon stopped moving.
"Don't mess up the formation, speed up the assault, keep a distance from other teams, and don't let the Mongols escape through the gaps." Old Zhong shouted loudly.
More than seventy people lined up in three horizontal lines, holding long halberds, and pushed forward all the way. When they saw the tents, they poured kerosene on them.
The Mongols on the periphery suffered heavy casualties due to the sudden attack. But it also bought time for the Mongols inside.
In the distance, the Mongols finally organized some cavalry and rushed towards them.
Bu Nuo was so angry that these Han people were like two-legged sheep to him.
Mongolians eat meat, just like wolves. Han people eat grass, just like sheep.
The Mongols killed the Han people and robbed the Han people's things, just like a wolf eating a sheep. This was arranged by the Changsheng Heaven. The Han people dared to resist. I really don't understand.
"Warriors from the Ordos grasslands, open your eyes and look at these cowardly Han people. They dare to come and tease the tiger's beard. We rush over and kill them all. Pick up your bows and arrows and follow my orders to shoot them.
These little crawlers."
The Mongols burst into cheers and howled wildly.
They all picked up their riding bows and shot at the Han infantry.
Under the blazing firelight of the camp, the brothers of the Si family saw the Mongolian cavalry lined up, bows and arrows bent neatly, there was a deafening sound of bowstrings, and dense arrows were fired at them.