This battle lasted for half an hour, and the ground was a bright red for several miles.
Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but admire this Wala army, because despite the obvious disadvantage, they did not flee until the last man died in the battle.
The Ming army also paid a heavy price in this battle, with more than 3,000 killed and over 10,000 wounded.
However, in the eyes of Zhang Fu and others, such results are already remarkable.
Along the way, I was chased and beaten by Wala people, and today I finally let out a bad breath.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, our army has won a great victory!"
Zhu Qizhen's face did not look happy, but he said calmly: "It's too early to celebrate now, pass on the order, the whole army will assemble, and immediately launch a general attack on Arabu!"
If such a big movement is made, some action must be taken first, and no minute or second can be wasted now.
Zhu Qizhen's performance surprised Zhang Fu. He didn't expect that the emperor could be so calm after a great victory. Apart from the surprise, he was even more happy from the bottom of his heart.
Judging from this battle alone, the emperor made a decisive decision on the spot. He first used artillery to hit the opponent's center formation to disrupt the rhythm of the rear formation, and then continued to use firecrackers to hit the front formation, causing damage. When the enemy's morale was seriously depressed,
The fifth military camp launched the decisive battle, and the whole process was completed in one go, without any sloppiness.
This is my Ming Dynasty’s True Dragon Emperor!
If Emperor Xuanzong knew better, he should be able to rest in peace.
With tears in Zhang Fu's eyes, he clasped his fists and saluted: "Old minister, I obey!"
The order was passed on, and the Ming army quickly gathered and continued to march eastward.
These people had just experienced a big battle and didn't even have time to rest.
However, none of the soldiers in the formation complained of suffering or tiredness, and all their faces were full of fighting spirit.
In the past, it would have been almost impossible to win with infantry fighting cavalry.
Even if you have ten times the number of the opponent, the cavalry is highly mobile and can still run away if they cannot be defeated. How can you, a two-legged one, chase after a four-legged one?
Therefore, as long as you can win, a battle loss ratio of more than 1:1 can be regarded as a great victory.
But now, the battle loss ratio is 3:8, and the ones facing dispatch are elite cavalry.
After this battle, the entire army felt as if they had taken stimulants, so what if they were the elite? I was fighting the elite!
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On the banks of the Guishui River, the Arabu Camp.
"Master Zhiyuan, all the ministries have been assembled and are just waiting for the order to attack!"
Ala nodded, stood up and walked out of the tent.
Excluding the 8,000 cavalrymen taken away by Ang Ketu, there were still more than 26,000 people in the camp. After gathering, it was completely dark.
Over the years, the various tribes on the grassland have continued to fight among themselves and have produced a large number of strong soldiers and generals. In contrast, the Ming army spent most of its time in a state of pampering and lacked awareness of dangers. Moreover, the eunuchs interfered in politics and their command was chaotic, so that even
The emperor's chariot was beaten in person and he was still in a state of embarrassment.
Seeing that such a big piece of fat was about to be swallowed up first, A La couldn't hold it back any longer.
Nowadays, the Ming army takes the initiative to attack, which is what they want. Ang Ketu leads the 8,000 elite cavalry of Tumut's army in the lead. In just a few rounds, the Ming army's formation can be overwhelmed, thus completely losing combat effectiveness.
Next, it’s time to harvest.
The soldiers had been waiting by the Guishui River for so many days. They couldn't wait any longer. They were all in high spirits, and their faces could not suppress their desire for war.
Mongolia is a nomadic people. In their eyes, war is equivalent to wealth. If there is no war, where will the supplies come from?
Therefore, every expedition is a good opportunity to make a fortune.
If you are lucky enough to capture the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, you can laugh out of your dreams!
Wearing a silver helmet and armor, Ala stood in front of the battle, majestic.
"Warriors of all tribes!"
As a low but penetrating voice sounded, the soldiers on the school ground began to quiet down and quietly stared at the leader in front.
"Did you hear the sound of artillery fire ahead?" Ala scanned the crowd with his eyes and continued, "That's the 8,000 elite cavalry led by Ang Ketu and Tumut's troops fighting against the Ming army!"
Everyone began to whisper. Everyone knew that the Ming army was coming and was preparing for war, but they didn't know that Ang Ketu had already attacked.
What's even more unexpected is that Ala actually handed over Tumut's department to Angkotu.
These 8,000 people are his trump card. This move means that Angkotu has officially become the successor of Wala Right Wing.
On the other hand, sending his own son to lead the battle is enough to show that Ara attaches great importance to this battle.
"The little emperor of the South brought himself to us, which shows that the Immortal God is taking care of us..."
As he was talking, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, and a scout was seen hurriedly arriving.
"Report!"
This man looked nervous and had no time to take into account that Ala was mobilizing before the war. He turned over and rolled off the horse.
"Your Excellency, ahead... ahead of you, Ang Ketu, he, he..."
Seeing the man's out of breath, Ala was very calm and said: "Speak slowly, how is the battle ahead?"
In his expectation, although the ratio was 8,000 to 80,000, what Angkotu brought were all elite cavalry, while the opponents were all infantry. If the logistics troops were excluded, the actual combat strength would be at most 50,000.
On the battlefield, if you and I each have 100,000 soldiers and horses, when the two armies are fighting, it is impossible for the 100,000 people to disperse and fight each other. After all, the space is limited, and large groups of people are crowded together, making it difficult to form a formation. Especially for cavalry, more is not always better, because the greatest advantage of cavalry is speed. If the number is too large, it will affect the performance of the entire team.
Therefore, a cavalry team of eight thousand people is already the ultimate. Under normal circumstances, there is no problem in facing an infantry team with ten times the number of people.
The scout swallowed and then said: "The eight thousand cavalry led by Ang Ketu... were completely wiped out!"
Ala suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, Ang Ketu was defeated?
How is that possible!
He grabbed the scout's collar and asked tremblingly: "You...what did you say?"
"Our army was defeated, and all 8,000 Tumut's cavalry were wiped out!"
"Where is Ang Ketu?" Ala asked hurriedly, his face pale, "How is Ang Ketu?"
The scout shook his head and said no more.
A La felt the world spinning and murmured: "How is it possible, how is it possible..."
Regardless of the Han people or the Mongols, the cost of cultivating an elite cavalry is not trivial, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is paid for.
If the cavalry is formed, it can completely defeat one against ten, or even one against a hundred.
How could such a powerful cavalry team be defeated so quickly, and so completely?
To take a step back, even if we really can't defeat them, we can still run away. How can we possibly be wiped out?
Ala felt the blood surge in his chest, his vision went dark, and he fell straight backwards.
Several generals standing at the front of the team hurried forward to help him. In the panic, someone brought over a chair, and everyone helped Ala sit down.
"Master Zhiyuan, what's wrong with you?"
A'la woke up leisurely, but his eyes were blank. Then, this blank gaze was replaced by the anger of hatred.
I saw him gritting his teeth and saying: "If I don't take revenge, I swear I won't..."
Boom!
Just in the middle of what he said, he was suddenly interrupted by a muffled sound like thunder.