Shang Jian rushed down with his soldiers in grief and anger.
The Tudata cloth bag of Nenhorqin looked at the Ming army rushing in like a tide below. He couldn't see the end at a glance and felt panic in his heart.
If there are more than 10,000 people, there will be no boundaries.
Twenty thousand people rushed into the team from both sides of the road. Those in front were already fighting with the heavy infantry of the Zhenglan Banner. Behind them, there were more people rushing towards them. Everywhere they looked, they were all wearing white clothes.
Ming army in coarse cloth cloak.
Tuda was horrified to see that Nen Horqin came with a total of two thousand cavalry this time. He led 500 people to explore the way in front, and the remaining 1,500 people were divided into fifteen hundred-man teams and distributed around the team. Zheng Lan
The heavy infantry of the banner came this time, only 3,700 people. That is, twelve Niulu.
However, seeing the huge number of these Ming troops, he was a little undecided for a while.
Tuda picked up an oil paper bag from the saddle and took out dried persimmons to eat.
He had a habit of eating snacks when he was nervous. He saw that the Ming army had cut the long team below into countless segments, and Zhenglan Banner had already fallen into fighting on its own. He knew that it would be dangerous to rush down at this time.
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Du persimmon is a kind of wild blueberry in the Greater Khingan Mountains. The fruit is a berry, blue, nearly round, and rich in nutrients. It is native and mainly produced in the Daxingan Mountains, Xinjiang and North America. It tastes sour and sweet, and exudes a refreshing aroma. The fruit can be
It can be eaten directly or used to produce beverages and wine. The dried fruit tastes very good.
These Mongolian cavalry were all brought by this Tabu Nang. Although they were not under his control in normal times, since the Great Khan ordered him to exercise moderation, everyone had no choice but to wait without orders. The war horses snorted uneasily and scratched the ground with their hooves.
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Tuda gradually calmed down, and he felt that he couldn't charge forward like this. As for Shang Jian, he didn't care about his life or death. He was just here to provide support. Huang Taiji promised a Mongolian cavalry fifty taels of silver for fifty taels of fun.
What a fate.
Fifteen-year-old Bolo did not rush down with his elder brother Shang Jian.
He took his thirty cavalry and watched Tuda coldly. He waited for a while and saw that his eldest brother had rushed into the Ming army with 270 knights. He held down his hand.
hilt.
Bolo touched the horse's belly with his spur.
"Chirp!" he shouted in a low voice.
The war horse walked at a leisurely pace until it reached a distance of ten meters.
He asked: "Respected Tudatta Bunang, why don't you rush down?"
Only then did Tuda discover that there was still a small group of Eight Banners cavalry who had not followed Shang Jian.
He glanced at Bolo from the corner of his eyes and muttered in Mongolian, "Little bastard..."
Although their voices were very low, most of the nobles who founded the slaves spoke Mongolian, and some scholars even suspected that they were originally Mongolians.
Bolo suppressed his anger and shouted in a low voice: "How long do you plan to wait?"
Tuda swallowed the dried blueberries in his mouth, and then said calmly: "What's the hurry? Wait until I finish eating it." As he said that, he also weighed the oil paper bag in his hand.
Bolo's angry eyes were about to burst out with fire. It was already dark and dark below, and this bastard still wanted to eat snacks here. He turned around and drove away, as if he didn't want to see this bastard's ugly face for a moment.
When the war horse turned its head, the Mongolians let out a burst of laughter. It seemed that they were laughing at him for trying to play with them as a little cub with no hair.
Bolo suddenly pinched the horse's belly, and the war horse seemed to know his intention. The horse turned 360 degrees, burst into flames, and rushed towards Tuda.
The distance of ten meters was approaching in an instant. Tuda was shocked and wanted to draw his sword immediately.
Unfortunately, he was holding a bag of dried fruits in his hand. The moment he threw away the dried fruits and tried to draw the knife, Bolo had already drawn his saber first and struck Tuda's neck artery with one knife.
Tuda's neck was cut in half by a sharp saber. Blood flew out suddenly and sprayed on the faces of the knights on the left and right. Tuda fell off the horse with a thud without saying a word.
Seeing that the Mongols were about to break out, Bolo took out the military talismans of Huang Taiji and Nen Horqin Khan from his arms, and shouted: "Tuda is afraid of the enemy like a tiger and hesitates to move forward. Someone kills him with the king's order flag. Now everyone
Follow me and rush down. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed immediately."
These two gold medals immediately calmed the Mongols.
They saw clearly that one of them was the military talisman of Nen Horqin Khan. They suddenly became honest. This idiot Tuda died in vain.
They showed flattering smiles while muttering in their hearts: How come this little brat has the military talisman of Khan.
Before Shang Jian rushed down, he handed Bolo these two brands and then gave him a look. Bolo naturally knew what his elder brother meant.
Bolo led his thirty cavalrymen and five hundred Mongolian cavalry and rushed down from the hill. At this time, the people below were completely confused. There were only a few slaves, and they were completely submerged in the surging Ming army.
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Some of these Ming soldiers fought with them in groups. Some lit kindlings and threw them on the grain carts.
At this time, almost all grain trucks were burning.
Shang Jian was so anxious that he went crazy. They were completely overwhelmed by the Ming army and had no way to put out the fire.
The number of the Ming army was three to four times that of them. The key is that at least half of these people are very good at fighting. They are not comparable to the useless snacks of the Liaodong Guardsmen.
The soldiers of the Ma family rolled forward with rattan shields on their backs. They rushed to the Mongolian cavalry rushing down the hillside and slashed at the horse's legs from the side. The heavy Mazha knife slashed diagonally.
The horse's legs snapped at the sound, and the war horse fell forward with a mournful cry.
The Mongolian was thrown off his horse, and then he was hacked to death by the Ming army coming from behind.
Some Mongolian riders directly control their horses to trample these people rolling on the ground. These people react very quickly, like hedgehogs, using the shields on their backs to block the horses' hooves. Then they roll sideways under the horse's belly and cut off the horse's legs.
Shang Jian's two hundred cavalrymen clashed with each other and could not get close to the grain cart area.
An arrow from the side shot diagonally, hitting one of Shang Jian's eyes. Shang Jian screamed in agony, but he still killed a Ming soldier beside him with his backhand.
Then, he pulled out the arrow with his bare hands. The barb brought out the eyeball, and blood spurted out.
Shang Jian grabbed a handful of golden sore medicine from the leather pouch around his waist and pressed it into his left eye. Then he tore off the corner of his clothes and strangled his head, then strangled the bleeding medicine at an angle.
Seeing how brave he was, Ma Xi was stunned for a moment. He was about to ask his soldiers to use hooks and sickles to hook the young slave-building general off his horse and capture him.
At this time, Bolo and the Mongolians also rushed over and surrounded Shang Jian.
At this time, Zhenglan Banner suffered heavy casualties under the first wave of projectile arrows, and was then divided and surrounded, falling into separate battles. And their numbers were at an absolute disadvantage.
After an hour of fierce fighting, out of the 6,000 men, less than 2,000 were left. The Mongols suffered greater losses because the cavalry could not run, which was the result of the infantry spearmen.
Shang Jian yelled like crazy. When he saw his second brother leading five hundred people and his remaining cavalry of more than a hundred, he planned to rush towards Ma Xi.
Bohetuo grabbed his reins, shook his head, and said, "Brother, we are defeated. If we continue to fight, the whole army will be wiped out."
Shang Jian covered his head in pain. He glanced at the chaotic battlefield. He knew that there was nothing he could do to save himself. He finally made up his mind.
"Follow me to break out of the encirclement and leave here first." Shang Jian said.
Bolo also rushed to his side and whispered: "Brother, we have lost our food and grass. If we go back, we will be punished by military law and cannot go back. Uncle Eight keeps causing trouble for us about Ama. What should we do now? Where are we going?
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Shang Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to Wula Street and join Aunt Mangguji."
This chapter has been completed!