With 50,000 of the most elite tribal warriors, Lao Duolun personally went into battle. He wanted to annihilate the Ming army that dared to invade him here in one battle, so as to show his bravery to the decayed old empire.

When the 50,000-strong army spread across the grassland with lush autumn grass and appeared in front of the Ming army, they couldn't help but smile when they saw the hedgehog-like formation put up by the Ming army.

An old Tai Ji next to him frowned and asked: "The enemy has set up a large formation of Wugang chariots, and there are firearms on the chariots. Seeing that the opponent's army is neat and orderly, and the soldiers are motionless, this will be a hard nut to crack."

,Why is the old man still laughing?"

Old Doolun stroked his beard and explained confidently to the old Taiji and the generals around him. At this time, he said a classic saying from a great man in later generations: "War is a thing.

In fact, it is not a complicated matter at all. Although the Ming Dynasty's army is well-equipped and cannot be compared with us, what determines the outcome of a war is not sophisticated weapons, but people."

Such an absolutely advanced concept could not be understood by the soldiers around him, so Duolun patiently explained to them: "It is people who determine the outcome of a war. Victory is like a piece of gold ingot placed in the hands of a child."

, that is a disaster. It will eventually be owned by the strong, and placed in the hands of two identical people. The one who has the courage and confidence to protect him will become the owner of this Yuanbao, while those who are cowardly can only lose this Yuanbao in the end.

, and often lose their lives for it." Then pointing to the immovable military formation of the Ming Dynasty: "The equipment of the Ming army is unmatched by all the armies in the world, but with such sophisticated equipment, why did they face the situation just now?

How come the rising Jurchens are defeated repeatedly?"

Looking at the confused people around him, Duolun revealed the answer: "That is the morale that dares to fight and can fight."

Then he flexed his fingers and analyzed it for everyone: "For example, the hedgehog formation in front of you seems to be impregnable, but the Ming army hiding behind has no intention of attacking, and there is no enterprising spirit.

If a person has no enterprising spirit and just wants to take things as they come, no matter how sophisticated the equipment is, it will only be used by them to protect themselves instead of actively killing the enemy. Let me ask you, if two swordsmen compete with each other, one person

Will he win if he just defends?"

People around him felt a sudden realization: "Yes, blindly defending will ultimately lead to being dense and sparse. As long as there is a flaw caught by the enemy, his end will be a dead end, and the attacker will eventually lose his momentum."

Overwhelm the opponent and knock the opponent down. So if you look at the Ming army on the opposite side, they see that their weapons are extremely sophisticated. As long as we rush forward bravely and break his first defense, our momentum will panic them, and then they

They will abandon those sophisticated and outrageous equipment and flee. Then we can use our scimitars to cut open their defenseless backs and kill them on this grassland. I think there is

By removing the flesh and blood corpses of more than 10,000 Ming soldiers, next year's pasture will be richer and our cattle and sheep will be stronger." Then he deliberately tutted: "But after defeating the Ming army, please don't kill indiscriminately, Buddha will not bear it.

, just catch them, there are more than ten thousand of them, they are all strong and strong, those are rare and good slaves, they are our wealth."

There was a sound of emotion around me. At this time, the bravest young man in the clan, named Bart, which means hero, stood up and loudly asked for orders: "Please let me be the first to charge, and defeat the enemy."

Cowardly Ming Dynasty people."

Old Doron was very satisfied with the performance of this warrior, and nodded gently, "My Bart, you will be the wolf-fang arrow in my hand. You will tear apart Akito's false hard defense for me, and then, we will fight in your hands."

Under your leadership, we will achieve the victory we deserve. When the time comes, I will reward you with two hundred prisoners and give you a hundred households of tribesmen to make you a tribe."

Such a generous reward immediately made everyone around him jealous, and they all regretted why they had been stupid just now and didn't stand up first like this Bart.

Duolun smiled and said to the disappointed soldiers: "This is no longer an era of single combat. The enemy of ten thousand people has fallen behind. Today's enemies of ten thousand people, like Bart, are just the ambition to drive other soldiers to charge and kill the enemy."

, this is an era of group fights, so don't worry about the battle achievements being won by Bart alone. We prairie warriors don't have any fancy battle formations. We just want to fight in groups, 50,000 against 10,000, we are

To press the entire army, we must use our huge numbers and countless horse hooves to overwhelm the enemy. Therefore, my children, my warriors, show your courage, wave your scimitars, and prepare to charge.

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Old Duolun loudly said to the aggrieved warriors around him: "Don't regret it. There are more than 10,000 Ming troops on the opposite side. After an hour, I will distribute them evenly to all the soldiers and tribes participating in the battle."

Then he looked at the warriors of his own tribe who had finished arranging the charge formation, and raised their hands: "Blow the horn of charge, let's go and win our victory."

Fifty strong men stepped out of the queue, put the horns in their mouths, and blew the most majestic charge horn against the high sun.

The horn turned from low to high. With the melodious and high-pitched horn sound, the blood of the 50,000 tribal warriors was boiling. They raised their scimitars high together. The 50,000 scimitars flashed into a dazzling ocean in the sun.

, and then began to slowly urge the war horse, slowly warm up, and slowly accelerate.

Hundreds of thousands of iron hooves trampled on the grassland, and the dust raised covered the sky and the sun, hiding the soldiers behind, making the enemy on the opposite side even more aware of how many warriors were attacking them. Under such a feeling, it is estimated that

The enemy on the opposite side is already in ruins.

With the roar of hundreds of thousands of iron hoofs trampling on the earth, the blood of 50,000 warriors began to heat up. With the heat of blood, all worries were abandoned in the sky. The ambition to avenge the people of their tribe made these

Warriors rush to fight each other, all wanting to be the first to kill the enemy and avenge their loved ones who have just passed away.

Duolun, who was standing at the back, was twisting the rosary leisurely in his hands. He looked at the few close relatives around him and couldn't help but sigh: "The blood of the Golden Family is passed down here. This is the purest blood. It is not Lin Dan Khan's at all."
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