The whistle is a sound of arrows. It is famous for Sima Qian's story of Maodun Shanyu's "Ming Di to Kill the Father" in "Records of the Grand Historian: Biography of the Huns".

It is said that when Maodun became the crown prince of the Huns at the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty, his father Toman Shanyu and the new Yan family gave birth to a younger brother to Maodun, so Maodun fell out of favor.

It was not enough to lose favor, and Touman wanted to abolish him, but the Huns also had the custom of "establishing chiefs". So Touman Shanyu frowned and thought about it, and sent Maodun to the Yuezhi Kingdom as a hostage. As soon as Maodun arrived in Yuezhi Kingdom, Touman Shanyu immediately launched a war on Yuezhi Kingdom.

It was obviously because his father wanted to kill him. But Maodun was not a big deal. He stole the thousand-mile horse of the King of Yuezhi and escaped by chance. After returning, Touman was helpless and inconvenient to show off, so he had to give it to him "Ten Thousand Cavalry".

So Maodun then made a whistle sound, and the whistle is an arrow, which means a whistle sound. When it shoots out, the arrow can make a sharp sound. Maodun ordered his cavalry that those who whistle shot but do not shoot, kill them.

So Maodun shot his beloved horse first, but some people dared not shoot, so he killed it; he shot his beloved wife, but some people dared not shoot, so he killed it again. From then on, everyone on the left and right shot and did not dare to delay it.

Finally, Maodun was hunting with his father Touman, and suddenly shot a whistle at Touman without any warning. The left and right entourage followed the whistle and ran out arrows without thinking. So Touman Shanyu was shot into a sieve on the spot. Maodun did not hesitate to "kill all his stepmother, brother and ministers who did not obey" and proclaimed himself Shanyu.

However, although Mingdi was a powerful and famous for Sima Qian, people later did not put Mingdi on the shelf because of its connection with "paternal killing", but instead passed it down as an arrow of special purpose. Especially the nomadic peoples on the grassland have always used it as a simple and effective "signal flare".

It was the darkest moment before dawn, and he was on the battlefield again, and it was chaotic and noisy. Chataiji brought nine hundred cavalry. If he just shouted and shot an ordinary arrow, he might be the only dozen cavalry around him who could see the direction of his shooting clearly, so that he would not achieve the effect that Chataiji needed.

What Chataiji wanted was a volley, which was a volley at the vanguard of the Ming cavalry.

This is an extremely clever hand: bows and arrows can be shot directly or shot. As long as the nine hundred cavalry behind Chataiji know the direction and position of shooting, they will decide whether to shoot directly or shot based on whether there are obstacles in front of them. In short, they will definitely be able to shoot the arrows in their hands to the "direction of Mingdi".

The Ming army's three-eyed guns are different, they can only shoot directly. This means that only one line in front of them can shoot, while the Ming army behind them will be difficult to shoot because they have their own comrades in front of them.

The result is to use later terms, the "single-wheel effective projectile projection projection volume" is much lower than that of the Suwei Army!

Chataiji's rich battle formation experience was fully demonstrated at this moment.

But Ma Gui was not in vain for the past seven or eight years. Although Mingdi himself had to dig holes in the arrows to generate sound through aerodynamic layout, even if Chataiji was the number one master of right-wing Mongolia, Ma Gui didn't have to be afraid of being chased by an arrow, but the thousands of arrows after Mingdi's fired together should not be taken lightly.

So after Chataiji shouted, Ma Gui shouted: "All the horses!" At the same time, he did even more amazingly, hid directly in a stirrup, and his whole body leaned against the other side of the horse's body.

"Bang bang bang--" This was a row of three-eyed guns fired in front of the Ming army.

"Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish--" This is a large wave of feather arrow that immediately returned to the color under the command of Chataiji.

Then, the screams of falling horses were heard, and the neighing sounds of war horses were heard.

Although on this dark battlefield, only relying on the individual felt tents and the fires piled up from the piles of forage were lit around, neither side could easily determine the outcome of the battle or judge their own losses, Ma Gui, who was lucky enough to be fine, still felt a little nervous and thought it was not good.

The generals led the troops on the opposite side were so experienced, decisive, and superb archery skills were beyond imagination, especially his whistle, and his whistle shot was not much slower than ordinary arrows! He clearly reacted very quickly and used such an almost juggling trick as hiding in the stirrup to avoid it, but the whistle still almost wiped his left face. If his speed was slower, even a little bit, he would be shot to the right side now.

Although Ma Gui was young, he was a "veteran" in the battle formation. He had already discovered that the enemy on the opposite side were all cavalry with white flags on his helmets. This cavalry did not have a second in the right-wing Mongolian. Only Altan's Guard's personal army was qualified to dress up. Since the Guard's personal army appeared here, the identity of the leader was about to emerge: the number one master of the right-wing Mongolian, and the number one famous general under Altan!

In an instant, two very different ideas emerged from Ma Gui's mind: one was to directly kill Cha Taiji, and the other was to turn around and leave.

The attractiveness of the formation is of course extremely huge. Although Ma Gui has rich experience in the battle formation and is usually a steady person, he is a passionate young man in his twenties. If he can kill Mongolia's number one master and the number one general, this contribution will never be enough even if he kills a thousand enemies today!

But Ma Gui's rationality told him that it may be more difficult to achieve this goal than to climb the sky! If the more than a thousand cavalry he brought were all experienced and murderous "Da soldiers", if Chataiji brought not Suwei's personal army but ordinary Mongolian cavalry, if he did not panic on the Mongolian army because of the expansion of the effect of stealing the camp, the formation was somewhat dispersed...

In short, the current situation is obviously more disadvantageous to our side. As for Chataiji's combat effectiveness, it can be seen from the power of the arrow just now, but it is actually a small problem.

As for turning around and leaving... Ma Gui frowned slightly. Although he was not a reckless brother Chu who cares about his head and butt, he knew that he should not hesitate when he retreated. However, he had just entered Altan's camp for a moment, and only lit a few fires in the northeast corner of the camp to retreat the Mongolian army here. He even caused little actual casualties to the enemy. Altan's reaction was extremely calm and he did not send a large army to support him in one fell swoop, which made his side lose the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

This...is not enough! If only this little result is achieved, it is a trivial matter after returning. The key is that Altan did not suffer much loss. Who dares to conclude that he will issue an order to attack Desheng Fort in anger? If he did not raise his troops in anger, wouldn’t his trip be in vain?
Chapter completed!