Chapter 969 Life and Death

However, after the Tartars detours, Lu Changhai became very embarrassed. Huaiyuandun would soon become an isolated fort, which was the embarrassment that the Ming Dynasty had been established for more than two hundred years. The border fort with strong firepower was dead, and people were alive.

Yes, the Tartars knew how to detour after suffering losses, which made the Huaiyuandun defender very embarrassed and soon became an isolated fort.

More than ten miles away, Mongolian troops broke through the border walls one after another.

Strong piers like Huaiyuan Dun have become isolated boats.

In the evening, the sun sets, the lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river is round.

Outside the wall, the bodies of Mongolian soldiers who died in battle were not collected, attracting wolves and vultures staring at each other. Ten miles north of Huaiyuandun, the south was in fierce battle. Lu Changhai stood on the roof of the watchtower, looking at the north and south.

The side wall of the section was broken through, and I felt awe-inspiring. Although this scene was as expected, the Mongolian army everywhere was rushing around, and in previous years, it was also the same.

However, now, Lu Changhai's vision is completely different. He made him huddle in the border fort and sit and try and ignore it, but it is really hard to accept. The battle in Dunzhong had just fought for a while, and the casualties were not serious, more than ten people were killed and more than twenty were injured.

Lu Changhai now has abundant troops in the book, and there are more than 200 soldiers who can fight. He left half of them to guard the pier, and he can also send out hundreds of cavalry to get cold-hearted and give the Tartars a little cruel.

When you go out to fight, you will be in your mind.

The confidence of the generals was achieved through victory after victory. Lu Changhai defeated the Tartars several times in a row, and his confidence was overwhelming, and he inevitably looked down on the Tartars. This is the foundation of a strong army, and he will not win a battle.

No matter how well the training is, it cannot be considered a strong army in the world. The morale of winning a few battles will be completely different. Lu Changhai is thinking this way now, wanting to make military achievements.

In the evening, the 150-mile-long Jiayuguan defense line was still fighting fiercely.

Lu Changhai held up a thousand-mile mirror and saw a group of light cavalry in the south from afar. The Ming people flee to Huaiyuan Fortress in a mess. Hundreds of cavalry were chasing each other wildly, chasing the cavalry in a very embarrassing way. On the side wall, hundreds of cavalry were chasing each other wildly.

The Qingjian children jumped up one after another, and were eager to fight. Lu Changhai looked at the Qingjian children who were stretching their necks and looking out, looking at him with eager eyes.

As his blood rushed up, Lu Changhai shouted: "Download the forts, come out!"

Below the head, there were crowds of people, and the Qingjian children pulled out the horses from the horse circle and prepared weapons. Lu Changhai went down the watchtower and was about to put on the hang.

But the yao suddenly appeared and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Changhai, I'll go this time!"

Lu Changhai was stunned, hesitated for a moment and laughed: "It's accurate!"

I don't know what was wrong with the stubbornness, but I actually knelt on the ground and pounded two loud heads. When I got up, I pointed my toes and turned over the horse. I creaked. As soon as the fort gate opened, hundreds of horses flew out, and after passing through the fort gate, I gathered for a while.

Then he went to the trench outside to pick up the team of retreating comrades. The defeated soldiers saw someone coming out of the fort to respond, and forced themselves to slap the war horses wildly, trying their best to get rid of the Mongolian soldiers' pursuit.

The boy rode on the horse and was jogging, feeling that his whole body seemed to be full of strength.

A cavalry took the lead, with a large white wax gun in his hand lying across the saddle. Behind him were more than a hundred cavalrymen, and the murderous aura of Qingjian was fleeting. A distance of several miles was fleeting. The Ming people who were chased were very embarrassed and delayed.

Seven or eight more people were killed in battle, and less than ten cavalry left to flee with their necks in their arms. Behind them, hundreds of Mongolian soldiers howled, slapped their horses, and poked their bodies out on the horse's back and shot arrows.

"Go around, go around!"

"Run into the pier!"

Jizi responded to the defeated team and roared. The team of light cavalry was relieved and beaten the horse away from the front. Suddenly, the children of Qingjian bumped into the Mongolian light cavalry head-on. The light cavalry fought. Jizi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and roared.

He jumped into the horse and rushed towards a fierce Tartar light cavalry.

"kill!"

Amid the sound of the horse's hooves, the Tartar cavalry was very fierce. He bent his bow and arrow in the charge, raised his bow, and even pulled it up a piece on the horse's back with the power of his waist and hips. The boy was frightened and looked at him.

The Tartar cockpit, with a good fighter, aimed at him, and the half-meter-long cavalry bow was pulled open, and the distance was getting closer and closer could not be avoided.

Whoosh, an arrow shot!

Yazi is just a farmer who can ride horses and rides like a horse. If he can't avoid it, he can only get arrows. When his chest hurts, Yazi, who was shot in his chest, felt that his blood in his body was stiff. Time

It seemed to have stopped, and his hands and feet were a little out of control. Subconsciously pulled it to his chest, and the arrow was pulled out, but it did not pierce the cotton armor on his chest.

I was not dead, and Jason gave me a breath before I remembered that there was a piece of iron plate in his cotton armor. I forgot about this when I was nervous. I was not dead, Jason screamed in his heart, and his strength was renewed

When he came back, his body gradually tilted to one side during the charge, and the big white wax gun in his hand stretched out. He shot a shot, and the slaughtered out with the speed of the horse, but was ridden on the horse and rolled on the back of the Tartar.

His gun just flashed through.

In desperation, the two horses crossed, and the boy pulled and slapped the horse's butt with a shot.

The horse under the crotch of the Tartar was frightened. With a whine cry, he spread out his four hooves to overturn the fierce Tartar, flew high, and fell heavily to the ground, breaking his tendon and broken.

Huaiyuandun, Lu Changhai held up the Qianli Mile Mile Mile and cursed: "What a snatch."

The surname of Jizi is Lu, and most of the children in Kuanzhou are surnamed Lu. In Lu Changhai's opinion, this son is not a qualified cavalry. To put it bluntly, this young man is not talented, timid, slow to react, and is not a war.

The material is just a sense of blood and courage. This kind of horse riding and fighting is also a matter of talent. It is useless to be strong and strong, but also to have outstanding reaction ability and agile skills.

If it weren't for the exquisite armor just now, my son would have died once.

The Tartars who can really ride horses and shoot archers are amazing elites. Ordinary Mongolian soldiers cannot do so. How can Yazi be the opponent of the Tartars? However, the Tartars died, and Yazi survived.

After all, Lu Changhai felt wronged for the brave Tartar cavalry. He had only a piece of iron plate inlaid in the cotton armor, which made such a brave and warlike grassland cavalry die unjustly.

The one who killed him was a dull group trainer who only knew how to farm for less than half a year in the army.

Is it wrong? In fact, it is not unfair. He didn't know how luxurious it was to such a small iron plate in this era. In the early years of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, the country's iron production was about 100,000 tons due to the war, and the whole country's annual production was

There are 100,000 tons of iron, and how many are used to build military ordnance? It is less than 1,000 tons. In such a large country, the entire country has only a quota of 1,000 tons of iron in a year.

With such a shabby iron output, if a regiment trains, I am afraid that the officials of the Ministry of War will jump. A small iron plate weighing three or five kilograms and inlaid into a thick cotton armor will decide one.
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