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Chapter 956 decisive battle

After three days in a row, the Mongolian army once again gathered on the grassland in the sound of the Niuke.

Bu Shitu sat on the horse's back, staring at the Dunbao with the tiger-shaped flag in the distance, and said, "Old Taiji, I hope you won't let Ben Khan down this time."

"Don't worry, Khan, this time I will be able to capture the Dunbao of the Tiger Flag and take down the warriors of the Tiger Flag." Kankanta said with a solemn expression.

Bu Shitu waved his hand and said, "Let's start!"

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

The horn sounded on the grassland.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian troops began to move, slowly approaching the tiger flag castle and camp in front.

The closest to the Mongolian army is the chariot array with the tiger flag.

At this time, Cao Guang, behind the car array, looked solemn, and the monocular in his hand was not put down before his eyes.

Through the monocular, he saw that tens of thousands of Mongolian troops were approaching in his direction.

"Damn it, the Mongolians are preparing to throw a bet alone." Cao Guang's Adam's apple subconsciously wriggled.

He had seen thousands of Mongolian cavalry troops running in front of him, but they were far inferior to this time. Tens of thousands of cavalry galloped on the grassland, and their hearts trembled a few times before they fought.

The tens of thousands of Mongolian troops in front were still far from the chariot formation, and it still made him feel that the carriage under him seemed to be shaking slightly.

"Deputy battalion commander, the Mongolian army opposite sent a lot of people this time." The soldiers who were lying on the ground came to Cao Guang to report.

Cao Guang put away the monocular lens in his hand and said to the messenger: "If you send the order, move the chariot and artillery array backwards and retreat to the front of the camp."

The messenger ran to pass the command.

Cao Guang continued to observe the Mongolian army in front of him with the monocular telescope in his hand.

There were only two thousand-person soldiers in the chariot formation and a cannon team. Faced with the attack of tens of thousands of Mongolian troops, he chose to retreat and faced the enemy with the soldiers in the camp.

The two thousand-man teams began to retreat.

The artillery carriages of the artillery team were driven by horses, and four-wheeled carriages were moving slowly.

The movement of the chariot formation alarmed the soldiers on the watchtower towers in the camp behind, and soon the soldiers brought the news to Chen Xunping.

Chen Xunping, who received the news, came to the camp wall and looked in the direction where the vehicle array was located.

Through the monocular in his hand, what he saw at first was not the moving vehicle array, but the overwhelming black crowd in front of him.

As a cavalryman, he knew too well what the black abortion that appeared in the monocular.

The last time the Mongolian army attacked the thousands of Mongolian cavalry of Dunbao was shocked, but compared with this time, it was simply a terrible witch.

At this time, he also understood why the car formation in front of him had to retreat.

There are more than ten thousand people, boundless and unobstructed.

There were at least tens of thousands of Mongolian troops coming in front of me. It was difficult for two thousand-person teams in the chariot formation to withstand the attack of tens of thousands of Mongolian troops. They retreated to the camp and rely on the village wall to get along with the war soldiers in the camp.

The best choice is to resist the Mongolian army together.

"Tell Tan Zaiwang that he would send a team of cavalry to Dunbao and inform Zhang Sancha and the others, and said that the Mongols were going to fight to the decisive battle and told them to keep it."

Looking at the dense Mongolian army in the distance, Chen Xunping felt the intention of the Mongols to fight.

The speed of tens of thousands of Mongolian troops on the grassland is not as fast as the speed of hundreds or thousands of Mongolian cavalry.

When Cao Guang retreated to the bottom of the village wall with his chariot formation and artillery team, the Mongolian army in the distance had not yet caught up.

The chariot array was re-arranged in front of the camp wall, and the cannon array was re-arranged.

Now the Mongolian army has approached.

However, tens of thousands of Mongolian troops were divided into several teams halfway.

Except for one team who went directly to the camp with the tiger flag, the other two teams obviously wanted to bypass the camp and head towards the pier behind the camp.

"What a pity for those traps in horses." Cao Guang sighed.

He retreated with the chariot formation, and the traps of horses were useless, and the Mongolian army also had the opportunity to bypass the traps of horses.

"Tell the artillery team to be prepared. As soon as the Mongolians approach, they will beat me hard." Cao Guang said to the messenger beside him.

The messenger ran to the artillery team to pass the command.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian army were divided into several teams, and there was still a Mongolian cavalry left directly in front of the chariot formation, with nearly 10,000 people.

Boom! Boom... Boom!

More than a dozen four-pound cannons were fired one after another.

Cannons flew over the heads of the Mongolian army in the distance.

Boom! Boom... Boom!

As soon as the sound of the previous dozen four-pound cannons stopped, the sound of the cannon was immediately connected.

Cao Guang, who heard the sound of cannons, turned around and looked at the camp behind him.

The earliest guns were heard from his artillery team, while the later guns were heard from the direction in the camp.

Dozens of cannons fell into the Mongolian army tens of thousands in front of them.

The cannons that fell into the Mongolian army took away their lives. No matter whether they were a man or a horse, it was almost impossible to survive when they were caught. Even if they could barely breathe, it would be difficult to continue to gallop on the horse's back.

Among the tens of thousands of galloping cavalry teams, falling off the horse's horse's hooves would only be trampled into meat paste by the horse's hooves that came from behind.

Dozens of cannons almost took hundreds of lives, but failed to delay the Mongols' offensive.

The four-pound cannon kept ringing.

Most of the guns were heard in the camp.

There are two thousand-person teams stationed in the camp, with three artillery teams, thirty-six four-pound cannons, and in addition to six six-pound cannons.

More than forty cannons kept bombarding the Mongolian army opposite.

"Notify and prepare all the musket teams." Cao Guang knew that dozens of sects could not stop the Mongolian army from approaching, so he finally had to attack the musketman.

The two thousand-man teams behind the chariot formation were not on the battlefield. When they saw the Mongolian army opposite were still approaching, they were ready to face the enemy.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian troops are getting closer and closer to the formation of vehicles.

When both sides have hundreds of steps left, they can already see each other's appearance.

Muskets stretched out from behind the chariot array, and at the same time, the tiger squat cannons in the chariot also poked the muzzle out of the chariot.

The Mongolian cavalry carrying bows took out their bows and arrows, hung them on the strings, and aimed at the chariot formation.

Whoosh! Whoosh... Whoosh!

The Mongols took the lead in shooting arrows in their hands.

Countless arrows changed from mid-air and fell to the open space in front of the Tiger Flag Car Array.

The tiger-shaped flag soldiers behind the chariot formation just held the muskets in their hands tighter, but no one privately fired the muskets in their hands.

Without orders, even if there is a musket, the musket is afraid, and will endure it and not fire the musket, waiting for the moment when the order is issued.

From the initial loading of the musket to the final setting of the musket, each person has gone through thousands of practices, and some movements have been integrated into the bones.
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