I don’t know if God heard Han Du’s expectation, but Azashili’s words came true, and a white-haired wind began to blow that night.
Moreover, this blizzard was extremely violent, bigger than anything Handu had encountered before.
"Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat!" Although this is an exaggeration in Li Bai's poem, and such a thing cannot happen in reality, it also profoundly describes the scene of heavy snowfall and severe cold climate in this desert land.
The cold wind howls like an angry ghost!
In such weather, let alone some noises coming from the Ming army camp, even if Han Du wanted to convey military orders, he had to roar loudly in front of the soldiers standing in front of him, so that the other party could hear them clearly.
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"Command the Shanzi Camp and send out scouts to find the marked location! Once the location is found, immediately have all the soldiers lead the way for the cannon. Everyone, be sure to push all the cannons to the designated location!"
Victory or defeat was decided in one fell swoop, and Han Du didn't care much.
Since the visibility was almost non-existent, Han Du asked the scouts to carry ropes and follow the established direction to search for the marked wooden stakes bit by bit.
The location of the mark has long been firmly remembered in the scout's mind. Now he only needs to touch it and find the wooden stakes.
But even so, it took more than an hour before news came from the front that the marked wooden stake had been found.
"Quick, stand on both sides hand in hand and guide the cannon!" Han Du ordered without hesitation.
In such a snowstorm, the only way to avoid getting lost is to form a human wall.
Fortunately, it was not far from the marked location, less than three miles away, and even if we had to use people to get out of the human wall, it would not take more than 10,000 people.
With the human wall guiding the way, the cannon reached the marked position smoothly.
With the help of the arrow pointing left on the wooden stake, Handu quickly determined the direction of the Tatar tribe.
He ordered the Shanzi Battalion to adjust the direction and elevation of the cannon. Even though he knew that in this blizzard, his voice could not be heard very far. Han Du couldn't help but cursed, "Damn it, I'm going to do it today."
You know how powerful a concentrated volley of artillery can be!"
"Fire! Fire freely and use all the shells for me!"
Of course, it was impossible for Han Du's voice to spread throughout the entire artillery array.
So, Han Du pulled out the revolver with both hands and fired six shots directly into the sky.
"Bang! Bang! Bang."
Upon seeing the signal to fire, everyone immediately removed the oil paper from the muzzle, put the gunpowder shells in one by one, and then lit the fuse regardless.
Han Du had already given the order before coming. As long as they saw the signal to fire, everyone would just take care of their own cannons and not worry about anything else.
"boom!"
A thick tongue of fire
It flashed away in the blizzard, and even the sound did not spread very far before it was completely offset by the howling sound of the blizzard.
Although the sound was offset by the strong wind, the shells were not affected much and hit the Tatar camp hard.
"Pah, clatter"
"Ah~"
The shells hit a yurt in the middle, and the people who were hit by the shells were killed instantly without even making a sound. But the people who were hit by the shells suddenly let out a shrill scream, instantly waking up the people around them.
"what happened"
"Where are the screams coming from? Is someone attacking the camp?"
Before the Tatars could react to what was going on, shells fell from the blizzard one after another. "Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Ah! It's a cannon, a cannon from the Ming army!"
"Night attack! Night attack! The Ming army has begun to attack. Where are they? Where are their cannons?"
In an instant, the entire Tatar camp was in chaos.
Since this hillside is not big, although the surroundings are high and the middle is concave, which is very suitable for sheltering from the white-haired wind, it is still too reluctant to put a full 200,000 people on this hillside.
But there is no way
, the Ming army is watching eagerly below. Who dares to risk being killed by the Ming army and stationed outside the hillside?
But now this terrain has become an excellent aid for cannonballs. The arc drawn by the cannonballs fits the ups and downs of the hillside. The cannonballs hit almost parallel to the hillside. Even if they are moved to the ground, they will bounce up again because of the downhill slope.
Cause two, or even three, multiple kills!
Arutai was sleeping soundly when he heard screams outside. He instantly stood up, put on a fox fur and walked out of the golden tent.
With the light of the huge bonfire in the camp, he finally saw clearly.
"Master, Master! Oh no, the Ming army is attacking at night!"
Arutai grabbed the captain under his command and asked sharply, "The Ming army attacked at night? Where is the Ming army?"
"No, I didn't see the Ming army!" The soldier looked frightened. It was precisely because he couldn't see the enemy that he was so frightened.
"There are only cannons that come from nowhere."
Phew~
A stream of blood shot out, and a few drops of blood splashed onto Arutai's face. The soldier who was still looking terrified one moment, could not even utter a scream the next moment, and the entire head disappeared instantly and turned into a piece of flesh and blood.
Crushed.
Such a bloody and terrifying aspect, not only is there no
It did not frighten Arutai at all, but instead aroused his ferocity.
He suddenly pulled out his scimitar and raised it high, gritting his teeth and saying "Ming Army~"
There was a clanging sound accompanied by sparks flying.
Arutai felt as if the sword in his hand had been hit by a crazy bison. The ancestral sword was instantly broken. He was thrown down by a huge force and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped.
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When he raised his eyes again, Arutai showed a look of panic. Only then did he realize that the cannonballs were as dense as raindrops. In such a small place where he just stood, in just a few breaths, he suddenly
Got hit twice in succession.
If this were the case for the entire camp, how many of his 200,000 troops would be alive?
In the snowstorm, the soldiers of Shanzi Battalion obeyed the order of the Marquis and would not stop until all the artillery shells were fired.
The continuous firing of cannons caused the cannons to begin to heat up rapidly. Even the biting cold wind could not lower the temperature of the cannons. Snowflakes flew into the muzzles and made a slight sizzling sound in an instant.
Although the blizzard was violent, it only lasted one night and stopped by the morning of the next day.
Handu watched the cannon fire past, but there was no reaction from the Tatar camp.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then immediately shouted, "Xu Chengfei, Azashili!"
"The official is here!"
"The end is here!"
"Send the cavalry up immediately to test and see what is going on!" Han Du was worried that there was a scam, so he asked the cavalry to go forward to check first.
If it is really a scam, you can return it quickly.
"yes"
The chariots on the left and right sides of the camp were immediately moved away, and a large number of cavalry were like two black belts, moving towards the hillside to outflank them.
At the same time, Handu also ordered the Shanzi Battalion to withdraw the cannons into the main camp. If the Tatars were really cheating, then if they came to attack the artillery array directly, it would be difficult to withdraw.
Handu watched the cavalry successfully ascend the hillside through the telescope. You must know that this was impossible before. Even if the Tatar tribe was cheating, it would not be this trick.
Letting the Ming cavalry climb the hillside is not called cheating, it is called seeking death!
"Did they really defeat the Tatars last night?" Handu suddenly felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart!
Before that, even if everything went very smoothly, Handu was not sure that he could really wipe out the Tatars. Because after all, he only knew one direction, and after firing the artillery, he could not see the effect of the artillery fire at all, and could only rely on blind guessing.
The same focused bombardment.
What is the effect? Before that
No one knows!
Sure enough, Han Du soon saw the signal sent by Xu Chengfei, "Big
Complete victory, everything is safe!"
Han Du immediately put down his telescope happily, grabbed the reins from the soldiers around him, and ran towards the hillside.
When they came to the hillside, Handu pulled up his horse and saw clearly the situation of the entire Tatar camp.
How to say it? Han Du can only say one sentence, how can he use the word "miserable"!
The ice wall that once blocked the Ming Army's divine thunderbolts has completely disappeared. There is no yurt still standing as far as the eye can see. The ground is full of broken limbs, human, horse, cattle and sheep.
, hunchback
Countless amounts of blood melted into the snow, making the entire hillside seem to be covered with bright red moss. Even in the lowest places, a piece of solidified blood ice gathered.
This is real bloodshed
Han Duce immediately stepped forward, followed by Xu Chengfei, Azashili and others.
Suddenly, Han Du saw a gorgeously dressed man lying on the ground. He rode his horse forward and saw that the man only held a broken knife in his hand. However, the handle of the knife was made of gold and inlaid with gems.
Look, this was once a priceless sword!
However, although this man was dressed gorgeously, one of his thighs was broken at the root, and there was no blood at the fracture. His face was as white as the snow in the distance, and his eyes were wide open, revealing endless unwillingness.
"Who is this?" Han Du glanced at it and didn't recognize it, so he raised his head and asked.
Azashi lowered his head slightly and replied with a sigh, "Master Marquis, he is the Grand Master of the Tatar Tribe, Arutai."
Arutai!
This name made Han Du feel like thunder, and he couldn't help but lower his head and take a closer look at this person.
If it is just the name of Arutai, there is nothing strange about it. There are countless people named Arutai on the grassland. But if you add the Tatar Grand Master, it can only be one person.
The existence of this person caused decades of war at the border of the Ming Dynasty in history. Seeing another famous person die in front of him, Han Du couldn't help but feel a slight movement even though he was used to it.
Arutai would not be the first, nor would he be the last. It was just seeing Arutai bleeding to death after his thigh was broken by a cannonball. Such an experience made Han Du feel a little pity for him.
Han Du calmed down and calmly ordered, "Cut off his head and bring it back to the capital to present to the emperor."
After a pause, he added, "Also, take off all the things he has on him and bring them with him, and present them to the emperor as well."
Although this sword is broken, the handle and scabbard are still there, which can prove its former identity.