Chapter two hundred and seventy-two: moving like a rabbit
You idiots, charge forward, don’t forget who we are, the descendants of Genghis Khan, the masters of this grassland and even the entire world, don’t forget the glory of the past, don’t be frightened by those Han people, charge forward!”
Ge'er roared angrily and whipped the soldiers of the Haci Shen tribe who had lost their original courage because of Chi Na's death and the fierce artillery fire from the Ming army.
Those disturbing chants of the Han people still penetrated into his ears in the gap between the artillery fire and the sound of fighting, making him even more restless, angry and mad. Fifteen thousand brave and unparalleled
Could it be that the warriors of Ha Ci Shen's tribe couldn't defeat or smash the Ming army, which was no more than ten thousand men and had no danger to defend? []
The face of the Allied Commander of the Prairie Headquarters, Bolai, gradually became serious and serious from the beginning, and now he is as green and ferocious. The gems inlaid on the handle of the riding whip in his hand were even rubbed off, but he still didn't notice it.
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This is impossible, the Han people cannot have such an army, they should not have such an army.
All the coalition forces in the grassland headquarters looked dumbfounded at the battlefield where the sounds of fighting and artillery fire were intertwined. The Ming army should have been wiped out in a single charge by the incomparable brave grassland warriors.
The Ming army should have taken it easily, but it has been so long, but it is still there, like a rock embedded deeply in the seabed, with only tiny and sharp edges exposed on the sea surface.
The roaring and crashing waves of the wild waves seemed so immovable and unyielding.
Fifteen thousand iron cavalry, turning over and over, were unable to destroy the Ming army that was stuck there. The roar of guns and artillery still sounded very rhythmically, just like the passionate and exciting
The sound of war cries encouraged the Han disciples to wave their weapons, move their mounts, and fearlessly face the enemy again and again.
The 15,000 warriors of the Ha Ci Shen tribe were already locked in an arduous and hard battle, and the stalemate and brutality of the battle had attracted almost all the hostile parties present.
Taishi Bolai didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment. He thought it was just a delicious snack at first, but now he realized that it was a meteorite that even steel teeth couldn't chew.
He felt even more regretful in his heart. If he had known that this Ming army was so difficult to chew, he should have asked Ashe Tiemur to be sent forward as cannon fodder, which would not only weaken his strength, but also kill the Ming army.
Instead of letting the fifteen thousand warriors of the Hasashi tribe fall into an arduous and fierce battle like now, even prairie tiger generals like Chi Na died in front of the battle.
However, no one dared to laugh at the fact that the Haci Shen tribe had been unable to defeat its opponents for such a long time despite being superior in military strength. This was not only because of Butai's power and strength, but also because of the violence unleashed by the Han people.
Combat power and outrageously tenacious resistance, or defense, and a defense full of aggression and lethality.
Bodies lying on the ground, as well as wailing wounded and horses, were scattered around the Ming army's position.
Just like those huge waves that try to break the rock as hard as iron, but when they roll back helplessly, the foam is scattered on the sea...
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one…,…
Zhu Qizhen squinted his eyes and looked at the scorching sun that was covered by gunpowder smoke and had gradually risen to the top of the sky. It was already noon. Although Zhu Qizhen didn't know whether the reinforcements could arrive on time, he definitely didn't.
They will allow those grassland headquarters to easily divide their troops to attack their own military formations.
Zhu Qizhen raised his eyebrows and loudly issued the latest order to Qian Zhong beside him: "Raise the flag and tell Aci and the Junggar coalition forces to attack immediately. They must entangle the grassland headquarters coalition forces and prevent them from being defeated."
Can easily escape from the battlefield." After a while, a flag was raised high and began to waver. The bright-colored, fluttering flag fell into the eyes of Asi and the leaders of the Junggar coalition forces.
"Let us attack?" said the leader of the Junggar Allied Forces, who couldn't help but look with some surprise at Aqi, who was still squinting his eyes and staring at the flag.
"Prime Minister, the main force of the coalition forces in the grassland headquarters has not been damaged, how can we take the initiative to attack?" Next to him, another leader of the Junggar tribe also stood up, with an angry look on his face.
A Ji withdrew his gaze and turned to glance at the leaders. How could he not understand their thoughts? But now, it was not the time to accuse. A Ji had a cold face and slowly took out the gun from his waist.
The scimitar's blade, as bright as a clear spring, exuded a sinister and cold air, which made those who had been reluctant to move and say anything wisely shut their mouths.
"Could it be that at this time, do you think that you can let your allies and His Majesty the Emperor be killed by those rebellious grassland headquarters, and then they will be merciful and satisfied?
Are you leaving?" A'ci's voice was not high, but it sounded cold and cold, just like the unsheathed scimitar. "His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is in a bitter battle, and there are 50,000 Ming cavalry reinforcements.
, are rushing here." "If His Majesty the Emperor is safe, the 50,000 Ming Dynasty's cavalry will be our most powerful helpers, those rebellious and deadly hunters from the grassland headquarters." "If His Majesty the Emperor dies,
Then we will either fall to the rebellious swords of the grassland headquarters, or we will be regarded as a mortal enemy by the 50,000 Ming cavalry. Do you think you still have a choice?" "Master Prime Minister, we Hui
The 10,000 warriors of the Special Tribe are willing to fight to the death against those rebellious people from the Prairie Tribe." Amul, the leader of the Huite Tribe, rode out on horseback and stood beside Ah Ci, with the scimitar at his waist also unsheathed.
Ah Ci's headquarters now has only more than 17,000 soldiers and horses left, but coupled with the 10,000 cavalry of Huite's tribe, it already accounts for most of the main force of the coalition. No one dares to complain anymore, because Ah Ci's troops
Thorn's words also woke them up.
Yes, they really have no way out. Their only hope, or reliance, is the behemoth Ming Dynasty. If His Majesty Zhu Qizhen, the Supreme Emperor, gets into any trouble here, they believe that
, those Ming cavalry who might have become their saviors will definitely become demons that threaten their lives.
Asi galloped to the front of the front line, his old and slightly hoarse roar roaring in the wilderness. The warriors of Huigar, our most staunch allies, are fighting there with the grassland for the life and death of our entire Junggar tribe.
The rebels in our headquarters are fighting. They are only 10,000 people. They are just here to rescue us, but they are the first to take up arms without hesitation and fight with our enemies."
"But we are just here in a daze, watching our allies fight for our survival? Don't you feel ashamed? We can actually watch our allies continue to die there, while we sit back and enjoy being tamed."
"We are Junggar people, strong and fearless Junggar people. Pull out your weapons and follow me. Let the rebellious people in the grassland know that our Junggar tribe only has warriors who died in battle, and there are absolutely no cowards who surrender!"
He raised the scimitar in his hand, turned the horse's head, roared angrily, and rode towards the grassland headquarters coalition forces that were stopped several miles away.
The cavalry of the Zhuerqing tribe roared wildly, calling the name of King Gesar, the war god of the Junggar tribe, and followed their clan leader to launch a desperate charge. The Huite tribe, the Duerbot tribe, one after another
Under the call of their leaders, the warriors of the Junggar tribe put their last hesitation and timidity behind. The more than 36,000 cavalry of the Junggar tribe were like being struck by a typhoon of level 12, which was on the sea level.
The huge waves rolling up from the sky launched a desperate charge towards the grassland headquarters army formation that was twice their size!
The grassland coalition forces, who were still shocked by the tenacity of the Ming army, saw that the Junggar coalition forces, which had been huddled on strong terrain, actually abandoned the favorable terrain and launched a desperate charge towards their own side, which had an absolute advantage in terms of strength. They couldn't help but wonder.
Not a little surprised.
However, Bolai and others are also people who have experienced battles for a long time. Although the surprise attack by the Junggar coalition forces was a bit unexpected, they will not be frightened and lose their footing. More importantly, their original
The goal is to expel the Junggar tribe from this grassland. The interests here should not be occupied by the Junggar people whose hometown is far away in Lake Balkhash. This place can only be ruled by the direct descendants of Genghis Khan.
It took only half a cup of tea for the whole army of the Junggar tribe to start charging. Except for Bolai who led the 15,000 cavalry and stayed in place as the main formation, the 50,000 prairie headquarters coalition cavalry faced them without fear.
The scimitars and iron hoofs of the Junggar coalition launched a counterattack.
The confrontation between the two most powerful armies in the grassland, with nearly 100,000 people, was like the collision of two huge waves in the sky caused by hurricanes. The cold and cold sea water turned into foam and breaking waves.
Entangled together, patches of dark red gradually emerged, as if some kind of red seaweed was growing crazily, permeating the fiercely colliding waves.
Bolai looked at the battlefield on both sides with cold eyes. The fifteen thousand cavalry behind him were still waiting for his orders silently. However, he did not issue any orders, but just looked at everything with cold eyes. This battle was originally a must-win battle, because
The unimaginable strength of these Ming troops has already somewhat escaped their control. But now, the more than 30,000 Junggar coalition troops have the momentum of being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, and they pounce on them without fear or timidity.
The ferocity and madness made Borai feel an ominous premonition in his heart.
On the left, that is the battlefield where the Ming army and the warriors of the Ha Ci Shen tribe fought. On that smoke-filled battlefield, facing the Ming army that outnumbered them, they were still resisting and counterattacking tenaciously, without any sign of defeat.
, and on the frontal battlefield where the two armies clashed, the losses suffered by the Ming army were far less than those of the Haci Shen tribe who constantly braved artillery fire and all kinds of frightening deadly firearms to charge and attack.
On the right, there is no way to retreat. The Junggar coalition forces, which have left behind all their burdens, are not sure whether they were stimulated and inspired by the reinforcements from their allies. Their fighting spirit and morale are also surprisingly strong. Together with the 50,000 soldiers, they conquered the entire
The cavalrymen from the Prairie Headquarters who came from the Prairie Ambition actually fought a close match. In a short period of time, there was no way to tell the winner.
But the 50,000 elite cavalry behind him made him hesitate, not knowing which battlefield to engage in so that the balance of the war could tilt towards his side as quickly as possible.
"Grand Master, I have an urgent military report." Just when Borai was hesitating, a knight with blood on his face and an arrow stuck in the gap in his shoulder whipped his mount fiercely.
He rushed from the rear to Bolai, who was surrounded by guards, and dismounted. His face, which was originally a healthy red and black color, now turned a deathly pale color.
"Agula?!" When he saw this captain, Bolai's face instantly turned extremely pale. "Why are you here?"
"Cavalry, the overwhelming Han cavalry is coming behind us, and they are coming towards us. There are at least 50,000 or 60,000 Grand Masters." Agula held on to his slumping body and tried hard to keep his voice quiet.
As for the ambiguity. "The last general saw those flags. There was Shi Heng, the commander-in-chief of Datong Town, and Yin Tianze, the commander-in-chief of Gansu Town. It should be that several border towns of the Ming Dynasty jointly sent troops with the intention of surrounding us."
"Shi Heng actually came and sent out several soldiers to cut our retreat?" Borai took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm, but the big hand holding the reins was already trembling slightly.
, there was not a trace of blood on his pale face. In fact, this question did not require Agula's answer at all, because Bolai turned his head and looked behind him, and saw the smoke and dust in the sky, as well as the smoke and dust appearing on the horizon.
When that huge red wave appeared, he already knew the answer.
"Grand Master, what should we do now? Should we tell the tribe leaders to divide their forces to resist?" A general spoke to the man, his slightly trembling tone also exposed the timidity and panic in his heart.
.Although Shi Heng's reputation was not as prosperous as that of Yang Hong, the battle in the capital city was enough to let the grassland tribes understand that this Ming general in his prime had courage and military ability that was no less than that of Yang Hong.
"Blow the horn and tell Ge'er to ignore the Ming troops and retreat to the east immediately. I will meet him at Daqing Mountain! Send an order for the whole army to retreat eastward!" Borai looked at some battlefields again, and then
He glanced at the approaching Ming cavalry and made what he thought was the most correct choice.
The deep whimpering horn sound sounded again, but the fifteen thousand cavalry originally guarding the formation were like a herd of beasts frightened by evil wolves. They left behind tens of thousands of robes and comrades, turned towards the east, and galloped away.