Udam, with a bearded face, is strong in body, and his square face and a lion nose, looks particularly fierce. In fact, Udam is also a famous warrior in the Khalkha tribe. When he was young, he was the first in the sheep-catching competition for five consecutive times. It is precisely because of this that he was appointed as Wanhu by Batu Dalai, the leader of the Tukhan tribe as a Wanhu with an ordinary herdsman. With Udam's courage and strong military strength, the Tukhan tribes have firmly suppressed the two tribes of Zahan and Chechen Khan in recent years.

A Mongolian whistle-snooping horse ran to Udam and shouted: "Your lord, our whistle-snooping report, the Ming army stopped on the nameless hill ahead and did not continue to move forward."

"Oh?" Udum's face showed a look outside, "Didn't those Ming people run quite fast a few days ago? Why don't they run away now?"

The whistleman showed a hint of excitement on his face, "Head, I probably know the reason. Our people saw a large amount of supplies from the Ming army on the hill, the cattle and sheep they stolen and the large number of herders they stolen. So many people and things will definitely drag their speed down. So they didn't want to run, but they couldn't run anymore, so they had to stop and fight us."

"Well, it must be the reason." Udamu sneered disdainfully, "These stupid and greedy Ming people, for the sake of the herdsmen and some cattle and sheep, I don't know whether to praise them for their bravery or scold them for being stupid. I immediately sent someone to tell Buhe Chaolu and Barhu, and let them go around the back of the Ming army as quickly as possible to block their retreat, and be sure not to let them run away."

"Yes!" The whistle-snooping answered loudly and was about to leave, but as if something sounded, he turned his head and said, "Head man, we just found that the Ming troops were cleaning the battlefield on the east side of the unknown hill, as if they had just fought a war with someone."

"Have you fought?" Udam was shocked when he heard this: "I remember there are no tribes nearby. Could it be that another migrated small tribe was destroyed by the Ming army? By the way, haven't you got closer to see?"

"No." The sentry said with a bitter face: "The Ming army's night-blocking and the cavalry were always wandering around, so we didn't even get too close."

"Baoman, I can't even find this thing!" Udum's eyes flashed, and his right hand unconsciously held the hilt of his waist. The whistleblowed and looked so scared that his face turned pale when he saw this. This whistleblow was brave, but his bloodthirsty name was also famous. Once he got angry, he would even kill his own people. At the same time, the whistleblow was also very aggrieved. The Wuming Hill was surrounded by dense Ming troops, and they did not have wings, so how could it be possible to lean over?

However, Udam's mood today was obviously not too bad. After a long time, he snorted and waved his hand, "Forget it, you are too few, and it is indeed difficult to lean over. You should immediately notify Buhe Chaolu and Barhu and order them to hold the Ming army as fast as possible, and never let them run away, otherwise I, Udam, will kill people."

Looking at the murderous aura in Udammu's eyes, he shivered and agreed and ran away like a horse...

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The rapid sound of trumpets kept ringing, and the Ming army, who had already prepared for defense, began to enter the dug trenches. The baggage soldiers of the baggage gathered more than 20,000 Mongolian prisoners and hundreds of captured Later Jin prisoners and surrounded them with barbed wire. More than 2,000 baggage soldiers holding muskets were staring at them outside the barbed wire.

Yang Feng stood at the highest point of the hill surrounded by a group of officers, watching the Mongolian cavalry constantly rushing toward the mountain without any fluctuations. Behind him, the officers also widened their eyes and looked ahead. The officers above the thousand households also raised their telescopes to observe the enemy situation.

With the continuous arrival of Mongolian soldiers, there were sporadic cavalry approaching the defensive positions of Wumingshan to try to put pressure on the Ming army, but they were all scared away by the soldiers with volleyball guns.

Listening to the strange screams of Mongolian cavalry and the sound of muskets coming from time to time, Yang Feng's face gradually became ugly. Because of the fast speed, these Mongolian cavalry were just wandering around one or two hundred meters away from the Ming army's position. At this distance, the "brown bass" flintlock rifle imitated by the Jiangning Army could only stare at the distance in terms of range and accuracy. This also made the Mongolian cavalry gradually become arrogant, and the strange screams and scoldings became louder and louder.

Looking at the increasingly arrogant Mongolian cavalry, Cao Yingmao, who was impatient, couldn't help it, and stood up and said, "Sir, these Mongolian Tartars are too arrogant. Why don't you let the artillery battalion give them some excellence?"

"No!"

Chu Maoguang opposed, "The Mongolian Tartars were just wandering back and forth hundreds of meters away from us. Although our artillery battalion could easily hit them at this distance, these Tartars were just harassed back and forth in a group of three or five people. Not to mention whether our artillery could hit them, even if they could hit them, there would be more ammunition. If all the gunpowder was blown away on these Tartars, what should we do if we encountered the large group of Tartars?"

"Chu Baihu's words are reasonable. We don't need to waste ammunition for a few Tartars. It's not cost-effective."

"Yes, those Tartars might use this to test the power of our firearms, and even lure my artillery battalion to open fire to achieve the purpose of consuming my ammunition."

The officers also talked a lot, and almost everyone agreed with Chu Maoguang's opinion.

Seeing that his proposal was opposed by everyone, Cao Yingmao felt blank, but he knew in his heart that his proposal had just come true, but based on the momentary atmosphere, he muttered: "Can you just let the Tartars surround us and be arrogant?"

"Why don't you let the cavalry brigade go out and drive the flies away?" someone suggested.

Some people also disagree: "No, the cavalry brigade has just gone through a bloody battle and is now resting. Don't send them out for such trivial matters."

At the end of the discussion, everyone looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes: "Ah... it's all that our cavalry is too small."

"Okay, don't worry about everyone." In the end, our Commander Yang decided.

"Song Ye!"

"Come!" Song Ye, who had been standing behind Yang Feng, stood up.

Yang Feng raised his telescope again and looked at the Mongolian cavalry running around and said, "You will lead all the servants out of the battle immediately and clean up the flies for me."

"clear!"

Song Ye responded loudly.

Yang Feng instructed again: "Remember... you should use the advantages of the Mini rifle in your hands to snipe the enemy at a distance. If there is no need to do anything to fight with them, do you know?"

"Yes... I understand!" Song Ye couldn't even close his mouth. After giving Yang Feng a military salute, he walked down the mountain excitedly.

Seeing Song Ye running down as if he was whipped by a whip, the officers around him couldn't help laughing.

In fact, to mention that Song Ye and the brigade of servants led by him can be said to be the place with the best equipment and the highest military salary in the entire Jiangning army. Moreover, generally speaking, even if they stay with Yang Feng most of the time, they rarely have the chance to go to the battlefield in person, but things have both advantages and disadvantages.

The treatment of the servant brigade is indeed good, but if they can't get a war, it will be difficult for them to get promoted. Being a servant for the rest of their lives will end. However, Song Ye is also an idle person. He was almost bored by his side in the past. Now that he has the opportunity to fight, he is naturally very excited.

Soon, amid the rumbling sound of horse hooves, five hundred servants in big red cloaks ran down the hillside under Song Ye's leadership and rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry who were showing off their power outside.

When they saw the Ming army descending from the hillside, the Mongolian army responded quickly. As a sound of horns sounded, a hundred Mongolian cavalry began to gallop towards their servants everywhere.

These Mongolian soldiers stopped more than 200 meters away from Song Ye and others, and began to scream around them. Many Mongolians even performed various incredible actions such as hiding stirrups on the spot, standing on one foot, and rolling on horseback. Yang Feng and the officers of the Jiangning Army were stunned. Yang Feng was amazed. The wonderful performances of these Mongolians were simply no different from the equestrian performances in later generations.

However, after the performance of the Mongolians, they began to laugh loudly. Many Mongolian cavalry even stood on horseback and urinated in the direction of the Jiangning Army. These angered many Jiangning Army generals and started to curse.

Cao Yingmao shouted even more angrily: "These Mongolian Tartars are too bullying. I really think we can't do anything to them. Lord... hurry up and order Song Ye to come forward and kill all these Mongolian Tartars."

Before Yang Feng could speak, someone shouted on the side: "Old Cao, shut up, don't you see this is the trick of the Tartars? They want to lure Song Ye and the others out so that they can surround them and annihilate them!"

"Huh...it seems to be the reason."

Someone next to him let out a soft cry. Many people looked down with a telescope and found that although the Mongolians seemed rude and arrogant, more than a hundred people dared to come over to provoke Five times their enemies, less than one mile away from them, more than two thousand seemingly limited Mongolian cavalry were slowly surrounding them, but their movements were very small and their formation was very scattered. If they were not careful, they would almost be vigilant about them.

But if you analyze it carefully, you will realize that if Song Ye is angry and wants to rush over to eliminate the Mongolian cavalry, the Mongolian cavalry will definitely turn around and leave. As long as Song Ye and his brigade chase forward for four or five hundred meters, they will fall into the trap of the Mongolians. More than two thousand Mongolian cavalry will take advantage of the situation to surround them. At that time, the numerical advantage of both sides will be reversed in an instant. It will be more difficult for Song Ye and the others to break through the siege than climbing to the sky.

Many officers who saw the reason couldn't help but gasp. The Mongolians' move was too poisonous, and it was a gesture of fighting all in one go.

Someone suggested: "Sir... hurry up and let Song Ye and the others come back. It would be bad if they were defeated by the Mongolian Tartars."

Not only did Yang Feng not panic, he said calmly: "What's the hurry? If Song Ye couldn't even handle this backbone, he should not be a captain of the servants, and he would be sent down to be an ordinary soldier."

Facts have proved that Song Ye was able to serve as the captain of the servant brigade. At his order, the entire servant brigade suddenly lined up in five rows, like a phalanx of infantry soldiers, slowly heading towards the Mongols.

This made the Mongols stunned. Are you mistaken? You are cavalry, aren't infantry? Why did you have a phalanx of infantry to resist the cavalry? And each horse is so far apart. Are you here to make a funny appearance? Such a formation will be destroyed with just one charge.

On a high ground two miles away from Wuming Mountain, two Mongolian generals in iron armor were standing side by side. Looking at the Ming army two miles away from him, I couldn't help but be surprised and puzzled. A middle-aged man in his forties said to his companion next to him: "Buh Chaolu, what do those Ming people mean? Have they seen through our plans, or do they still want to die? With such a formation, we can defeat them with just one charge."

Another Mongolian general looked a little solemn: "I don't know this yet, but one thing is certain. This Ming army is not a fool. They have seen through our plan."

These two Mongolian generals were Buhe Chaolu and Barhu who had cut off the Ming army's retreat from Udam.

After these days of tracking, they have figured out one thing. Although the Ming army's firearms are very powerful, they have few cavalry, and they have shortcomings of insufficient training and actual combat. So after discussion, the two planned to lure the Ming cavalry into their trap with more than 100 Mongolian cavalry as bait, and then they ate the Ming army as fast as possible. But they never thought that the leader of the Ming army's cavalry was so smart that he was not fooled, but now he has set up such a typical infantry phalanx, which is to make the two of them a little confused.

Buhe said decisively to Lu: "You can't drag it on like this anymore. You immediately ordered the person in front to come forward and provoke again. I think the temper of the Ming general will definitely take the bait."

"Okay, I'll order them to come forward right away!"

Barhu responded with a serious face, ordered his subordinates to start blowing the trumpet, and ordered the Mongolian cavalry to start an attack.

Amid the rapid sound of horns, the Mongolian cavalry, who were originally provoked by Song Ye and the others, suddenly began to arrange their formations and rushed towards Song Ye and others. Many people had already begun to take out the ox horn bows on their backs and began to bending their bows to shoot.

However, they did not notice that the Ming cavalry had already taken off a series of beautiful and slender muskets from behind, took out the fixed paper and loaded shells from the ammunition bag, bit off the paper bag and poured a little gunpowder into the gunpowder pool, and then stuffed the integrated ammunition into the gun chamber, pulled out the pestle for a few strokes before completing the shooting preparation.

"First row, aim at the target, prepare..."
Chapter completed!