Altan really wanted to ask how much ammunition Xu Jin had brought this time. If Xu Jin knew, he would definitely tell Altan a lot, and those who were not afraid of death would attack. In fact, since the battle started, the Ming army's ammunition has only consumed 20% of it. It is no exaggeration to say that the ammunition carried by Xu Jin's 50,000 main force was similar to the amount of food and grass they carried. Otherwise, where would our Duke Jingguo get the confidence to lead 50,000 people to the north expedition?

Therefore, since Altan decided to pursue Xu Jin, he had fallen into Xu Jin's trap, and when Altan brazenly attacked the Ming army's military formation, he was destined to suffer a great loss.

If Altan was wise enough, he should have shrunk during the first round of cover artillery fire in the Ming army. As long as he adopts a strategy of siege and not attacking, he can slowly drag Xu Jin's 50,000 main force to death.

However, Zhu Houcong was very proud of his face, and Altan was also very proud of his face (Altan and Jiajing were about the same age). He only unified the Tatars not long ago and took the position of Khan. It was when he showed his skills and established his prestige. If he only suffered a small loss and shrank, it would seem too cowardly.

What's more, the Ming army's food supply had been cut off, and they were just a group of lonely soldiers who fled in a hurry. Altan subconsciously felt contemptuous, and naturally he was even more reluctant to waste time and waste time with the Ming army. He had to use thunder to wipe out Xu Jin's main force 50,000, so that he could show his wisdom and mightyness.

So, Altan continued to order the attack, and the result was that every time the Tartars launched an attack, more people were killed and injured, and the tactics of the sea of ​​people became oil-added tactics. The more attacks, the greater the losses they suffered.

However, as the saying goes, bystanders are clear, while those in the authorities are confused. Now Altan is just like a gambler. At first, he originally thought of taking Xu Jin all, but was hit by Xu Jin as a headache. Then he realized that the other party was not easy to mess with. However, he was unwilling to give up and continues to place bets, but he still lost. He still is unwilling to give up and loses again. At this time, Altan is not unwilling to give up, but thinks about how to return the capital, so he increases the code again and plans to win back at one time... As a result, he may lose only his underwear in the end, and he will wake up.

At this moment, Altan was in a state of wanting to return to his original position. He was so angry that he had no reason. He sent a spy to inquire about why Holger had not come for a long time, and could not wait for the spy to come back to report, and immediately ordered the attack to continue.

So, the three Tartar generals, Alslen, Temur and Herutai, ordered 10,000 cavalry each and launched a fierce attack on the Ming army's camp from three directions.

After many battles, both sides were very familiar with each other's ways. The Ming army first had a round of artillery fire, killing hundreds of Tatar cavalry. The Tatars, who had broken through the artillery fire, continued to rush forward, and were finally blocked by the dense firepower of the Ming army, and this place became an insurmountable line of death. When the Tatar cavalry rushed here, they could not cross the line, either retreating or die!

"Winner, kill!" Altan gave a death order with a fierce look, raised his bow and arrow, and shot and killed two retreating cavalrymen with his own hands.

"Those who retreat, kill!"

"Those who retreat, kill!"

Altan's guard drew his sword and shouted loudly, and ordered it to pass it down layer by layer. In an instant, the Tatar cavalry all went crazy and rushed forward even more desperately. Finally, he pushed the front line forward for more than ten meters, and a wave of arrows shot towards the head of the Ming army. However, the Ming army's shield player had already been ready, and immediately raised his shield to form a formation to block the arrows that were shot.

Although the killing of this wave of arrow rain on the Ming army was limited, it finally reached the Ming army, and the Tartars still cheered loudly. Altan's face looked a little better and shouted: "Okay, the horn sounds, and I will pass the orders of my Khan, and I will be rewarded for taking the lead in entering the Ming army camp."

Doudou...

The sound of a majestic and desolate horn sounded, and the cavalry of the Tartars rushed forward like chicken blood. The arrow rain followed one after another. The musketeers at the front of the Ming army finally suffered some casualties and could only shrink the front line.

The morale of the Tartars rose sharply and they continued to advance without fear of death. Arslen was overjoyed when he saw this. As long as he pushed forward thirty meters, the short spear could come in handy. The shield of the Ming army could not stop the powerful short spear. As long as a wave of short spears were thrown over, the Ming army's musketeers would suffer heavy casualties and injuries. The entire front would soon be lost. Without the long-range firepower of the musketeers, wasn't the Ming army still a group of lambs to be slaughtered?

"Warriors, rush forward and push forward thirty meters more, victory is right in front of you!" Alslen shouted vigorously, and at the same time he pulled out the five stone bow and shot it out, shooting a Ming army's sword and shield hand, along with the shield and the man on the spot.

As the saying goes, hard work pays off. After spending thousands of lives, the Taurus cavalry finally reached within fifty meters in front of the Ming army.

"Spear!" Arslen seized the opportunity and shouted a word excitedly, and at the same time pulled out a short spear. The Tartars under his command also made the same moves.

However, the next second, Alslen almost wanted to cry. He saw countless black bumps throwing out of the Ming army formation. This thing weighs moderately, and even ordinary civilians can easily throw it away dozens of meters away.

Arslen was under Xie Sanliang's men outside Gubeikou Pass. He suffered a great loss from this kind of thing. When he saw this black thing falling down, he was so scared that he immediately turned his horse and ran away with his head.

The next second, thousands of grenades exploded violently in the cavalry of the Tartars. Boom, the short spears in the hands of the Tartars were blown upside down before they could throw them out. In an instant, flesh and blood flowed everywhere, and the ground was filled with sorrow.

The guy Alslen escaped quickly and survived. He ran a hundred meters away before he dared to look back. He found that almost none of the brothers behind him were still sitting on the horse, with his hands and feet broken, and his intestines pierced and his stomach rotted. He was the same as a horse, which was terrible.

Arslen couldn't help but take a breath, and the second cavalry who was rushing forward was frightened to death when they saw this. He didn't know who led the head, so he turned around and ran back. No matter how the supervisory team swung their swords to kill them, they could no longer suppress them.

In the camp of the Ming army, Xu Jin was always paying attention to the battle situation in front of the formation. Seeing this, he knew it was time. As the saying goes, one move, and then the second decline, and the third one was exhausted. The Tartars could not capture for a long time, and their morale was already declining. In addition, the war was damaged by nearly 20%, and even their courage was lost. The Tartars turned around and fled regardless of the supervision team. This is the best proof.

"Three thousand battalions, attack!" Xu Jin gave a decisive order, and the musketeers, swords, shields, and spearmen in front of the formation separated with a sound. The three thousand battalions of cavalry, who had been ready to go, rushed out of the camp like a strong wind and rushed towards the retreating Tartar cavalry.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

The drums were heard in the Ming army camp. Amid the intense fighting drums, more than 8,000 cavalrymen from the three thousand battalions fought bravely, biting the retreating Tatar cavalry and chasing them, and took advantage of the momentum to launch an attack on Altan's central camp.

Altan's face changed slightly, but he was not too panicked, because there were not tens of thousands of troops around him who had not used it. He immediately mobilized people to block the attack, and finally stabilized the situation temporarily.

However, this was just the beginning of Altan's nightmare. At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the rear of the Tatar camp, but saw a piece of yellow sand rolling in the sky. It turned out that it was Wang Lin'er who led the Shenji Camp to kill him.

The five thousand cavalry soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp had been ambushing Altan's rear for a long time. At this time, they seized the opportunity and rushed towards Altan's rear army with lightning speed.

The Shenji Battalion was undoubtedly the most elite unit in the Ming army. It had all the firearms and all the cavalry, and was truly armed to the teeth. They were like an invincible steel knife, stabbed into Altan's rear army fiercely.

Bang bang bang bang...

Amid the sound of gunfire, Altan's rear army was instantly destroyed, and the Tartars were shot and dropped, and the order was in chaos.

Wang Liner has always been known for being steady and has rich experience, but this time he completely abandoned his previous steady playing style and chose to move forward and slam the hearts of Altan's tens of thousands of troops, and his goal is Altan himself.

Now Altan is in trouble and is instantly in a situation where he is attacked from both sides.

The most terrible thing is that the lethality of the cavalry in the high-speed charge is very terrible. At this moment, the five thousand cavalry of the Shenji Camp have raised their speed to the extreme. The horse is fast and the sword is sharp, and the blockers are invincible. Several waves of Tartar cavalry trying to come forward to stop are easily penetrated by them.

Seeing the Shenji Camp sweeping towards him like a wind storm, Altan couldn't help but be shocked and hurriedly moved away under the escort of his personal soldiers.

This is amazing. A Ming army took the opportunity to shout loudly in Tatar language: "Altan escapes, Altan escapes, don't let Altan run away!"

Originally, the Tartar army was already a little confused when they were caught in the front and back. When the Ming army shouted like this, and Altan's Khan Banner was indeed moving quickly, some Tartar soldiers who didn't know the truth suddenly panicked and followed the direction of the Khan Banner, so the formation became even more chaotic.

Seeing this, Xu Jin was overjoyed and immediately ordered all infantry soldiers to attack, and the spearmen were in charge, and then harvested the sword, and the musketeers followed him to fight the black gun at the end.

Crash...kill!

The five thousand cavalry soldiers of the Shenji Camp advanced in the chaotic Tartar group, as if they were in a no-man's realm, staring at Altan's Khan Banner and chasing them relentlessly. The cavalry of the three thousand battalions also took the opportunity to bite their tails and rush hard, and then the infantry pushed them one after another...

As the saying goes, the defeat was like a mountain. Although the number of Tartars still accounted for the majority at this time, the defeat had already been achieved and there was no way to turn it around. Seeing this, Altan could only sigh to the sky and make mistakes. He fled quickly under the escort of his personal soldiers. This time he really ran away.
Chapter completed!