Yang Fan rode his horse and stood on a hill, using his binoculars to look at the group of tents on the edge of the Yellow River.
Under the lens of the low-light night vision device, there is a green world.
The Mongols were all asleep, and there were only a few sentries, holding long spears, dozing off. Obviously, they did not think that enemies would come. Because the troops sent by Ningxia Town were all infantry, they could not catch up with them.
They marched quickly here, where they could sleep peacefully for a day and night. Then they gathered together boats and sheepskin rafts and crossed the river calmly.
The Yinchuan Plain in Ningxia is said to be on the verge of Jiangnan. If you have a chance, grab a ticket. There is no chance of climbing over the Helan Mountains and leaving. So, after having a big meal tonight, they all slept hard.
Yang Fan's lips curled into a sneer. He had guessed that this was the case.
The reason why he persisted in pursuit regardless of fatigue was just to catch up with them here.
Because they had no idea that Yang Fan had the strongest cavalry in East Asia. Not to mention them, Zhenglan Banner also hated the Haraqin Grassland and coveted it.
This is a force that has been tempered for hundreds of years. Although there are only 3,600 people, their training, their equipment, and their combat experience are already among the best at this time.
"Everyone dismount, eat something, drink some water, and then sleep for an hour. Charge at dawn. Kill this and go to the food court." Yang Fan ordered.
"Here!" the generals shouted loudly.
The generals dispersed, arranged their battalions to seize the time, replenish water and food, and rest as soon as possible to prepare for the upcoming battle.
Yang Fan lay in the same sleeping bag as everyone else and fell into a deep sleep.
To be honest, although Yang Fan's body has been far better than ordinary people after undergoing breathing and breathing training, he still felt tired after these three days and three nights of marching.
Like all the servants, he tore open the naan bread in the bag and ate some with water. Then he fed the horse water with salt and a small handful of soybeans, then got into the sleeping bag and slept.
This kind of soybean is a necessity for Yang Fan's cavalry at this time. Spray it with salt water and stir-fry it. It can be eaten by humans and horses. It is easy to produce gas. In addition, it is a good choice whether it is to supplement calories or protein.
An hour later, Yang Fan was woken up by Zhang Qida while he was sleeping.
"Sir, the time has come."
Yang Fan got excited and sat up. Looking at the morning star in the sky, it was almost dawn.
Each battalion head was hiding behind the sand dunes and had already begun to pack sleeping bags and bundle them on their horses. They then arranged their military uniforms and inspected weapons and ammunition.
Each battalion head began to get on their horses and organize their teams.
Yang Fan got on his horse and slowly walked up to the top of the mound with his family members. Not far away, there was the camp of eight thousand Mongolians.
At this time, slaves and servants who got up early started to go to the river to fetch water, collect dry cow dung and prepare to light the fire for cooking. As soon as the nobles got up, they needed to eat immediately. If they didn't want to be whipped, they had to be more diligent.
Yang Fan waved his hand silently and rode his horse down the mound first. The cavalry behind him followed like a tide, climbing over the mound and walking forward.
The speed gradually increased, and soon the cavalry was trotting.
The horse's hooves shook the earth, waking up the sleeping Mongolians.
Because Yang Fan's cavalry came from the sand before, the Mongols could not hear the sound of horse hooves shaking the earth. They had no idea that the Ming army was already under their noses.
This time, the cavalry's horses stepped on the solid ground, immediately waking up the Mongolians who were sleeping on hollow pillows.
Wuri Gengdai sat up and said in disbelief: "Ten thousand horses, one mile away. How is this possible?"
However, he could no longer think too much at this time.
If the opponent can pinpoint their psychology and come to kill them at this critical moment, these people will definitely be powerful enemies.
Half a day later, they crossed the river. A day earlier, their soldiers and horses were maintaining the greatest vigilance. But now, everyone relaxed and slept like a dead pig.
He quickly grabbed the leather robe, put on his placket, and picked up the
The scimitar burst out of the tent.
At this time, countless Mongolians came out of their tents in a panic, wearing clothes indiscriminately, whistling, and calling for their horses to come over. They quickly prepared their saddles. They could not fight the enemy with their bare backs.
"Hatul, Hatul, keep an eye on Jinong and don't run away." Wuri Genggeng shouted loudly. The war was in chaos, so he must protect Bunuo, otherwise his plan would be completely ruined.
At this moment, the cavalrymen who had formed a line were already running fast, with thousands of horses galloping, rushing down from the heights like an avalanche.
This is a temporary camp, and there are no horses. You can rush through with confidence.
The Mongolians who had already put on their clothes quickly got on their horses and faced the enemy. There were many naked men who had no time to put on their clothes.
When they saw that the opponent had begun to attack, they were about to charge. Some immediately grabbed their bows and arrows, and some picked up their spears, and headed towards the enemy.
They were not brave enough, because where they camped, there was the Yellow River to the west and a small highland to the east. The enemy rushed down from the highland and they had nowhere to escape.
Not many Meng people know how to swim. If they are driven into the river, they will only drown.
More than a dozen Taijis were shouting and organizing their subordinates to prepare to meet the enemy. At this time, it was too late to do anything.
Not to mention getting on the horse and forming an array, we didn’t even have time to get dressed. Many people were naked. The horse didn’t even have time to get into the saddle.
Those who are good at horseback riding can just back up their horses and ride forward to meet them. They must rush forward and break out in depth. Otherwise, the enemy will rush down from the heights and take advantage of the terrain to drive them all into the river.
"Come on! Stand on the wall and drive them into the river." Yang Fan shouted loudly.
"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!" More than 3,000 people roared and raised their sabers, raising the bright swords into the jungle. At this time, the red and huge sun jumped out of the ground. Under the sunlight that jumped out on the horizon, the sabers shone dazzlingly.
of brilliance.
At this time, the Jia Ding Regiment, the cavalry regiment that had experienced the most battles, was no longer a rookie who could only rely on the firepower of firecrackers to fight the Mongols.
For more than two years, they have been fighting, getting stronger and stronger. At this time, the level of hand-to-hand combat has surpassed the level of the Mongols due to modern cavalry drills and swordsmanship training.
This is also the reason why Yang Fan dares to fight hand-to-hand.
Yang Fan has always felt that an army in the cold weapon era cannot rely solely on the dimensionality reduction of firearms to crush the enemy. Because the battlefield is ever-changing. Firearms are not guaranteed to be usable in all climate conditions. Therefore, hand-to-hand combat technology
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Moreover, Yang Fan always felt that infantry who could not fight with bayonets, cavalry who could not meet horses' necks and fought hand-to-hand were just flower vases. They could not withstand the test of cruel war.
The enemies they will face in the future will be more ferocious than the last, and their technological weapons will be more advanced than the last.
If they cannot meet certain standards under various conditions, they will not be able to become a true iron army.
Wu Rigendailai narrowed his eyes. He had never seen such an army before.
Uniform and straight clothing, uniform sabers, both men and horses were clothed in civilian clothes, without armor. However, the cavalry in a row of ten people marched in like a wall, with an overwhelming momentum.
When did the Ming Dynasty have such elite cavalry?
Fortunately, they have three horses per person. Although there are tens of thousands of horses, they only have more than 3,000 people. They still have a huge advantage in numbers. It is almost three to one.
"Follow me, let these Ming people know that we are their ancestors when playing cavalry." Wuri Genglai shouted loudly. At the same time, he whipped the horse's butt hard, and the war horse rushed out like an arrow.
