Ha Ming led the Beihai Guards to attack everywhere in the desert. Wherever they passed, not a single blade of grass grew.
Under the cover of night, the Ming army broke into the sheepfold like a pack of wolves and eliminated a tribe in just a cup of tea. The large army rested on the spot and released scouts to investigate ahead.
A dozen scouts spread out, and two of them explored upstream along the Orkhon River. Suddenly, a large camp that could accommodate tens of thousands of people appeared in front of them.
The two looked at each other and showed excitement.
On the grassland, there is only one possibility for such a large scale, and that is the old camp of Wala.
The two of them quietly approached and observed for a long time before returning the same way.
"Lord Commander, we found the Oala lair and the Orkhon camp ahead."
Haming suddenly became excited and asked: "How is the strength of the troops?"
"There are about 3,000 people. The two of us are worried about being discovered by the enemy, so we don't dare to get too far forward."
Haming immediately called Ulan and ordered: "Take twenty light cavalry and go to the Orkhon camp to investigate carefully."
Wu Lan and others have made a living by fishing and hunting since childhood. They have been dealing with wild animals all year round and are best at reconnaissance. They selected twenty of them with better skills and followed the two scouts to the Orkhon Camp.
Ha Ming ordered to go down, and the large troops were assembled and ready to prepare.
An hour later, Ulan came back.
"Reporting to the commander, we have found out clearly that it is indeed the old camp in Wala. There are about 3,000 people in the camp. However, it seems that most of them are wounded soldiers and their combat effectiveness is very limited."
Ha Ming's eyes were extremely excited. There were only three thousand wounded soldiers in Wala Lao Camp. This was an excellent opportunity!
As Wu Lan spoke, he pulled out a piece of firewood from the bonfire and began to draw on the ground.
"The entire camp is divided into three layers of defense from the outside to the inside. There are twelve sentries on the outermost periphery, distributed in a star-like pattern..."
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Midnight, the darkest hour of the day.
In Orkhon Camp, most people have already fallen asleep, and only crickets are chirping.
Ulan's intelligence is correct. In the camp, all combat-ready troops have been deployed to the front line, and those left behind are all wounded soldiers.
Not only wounded soldiers, but also defeated soldiers.
The repeated defeats on the front line made the soldiers feel depressed to the extreme.
Many soldiers participated in the Battle of Tumubao. Although they were defeated in the end, Oala's morale was so strong at that time that they almost captured their emperor alive in the Ming Dynasty.
But this year, they mobilized all the troops in the grassland to fight at home, but were defeated by the Ming army.
Although many people angrily believe that the defeat on the front line was mainly due to the cunning southerners' use of firearms.
Without firearms, these southern barbarians would not even dare to confront the Oara army head-on.
However, no matter how unconvinced or unwilling they are, they have to accept the reality in front of them.
In the large tent of the Chinese army, a one-eyed general threw away the wine glass in his hand and fell asleep.
This person is none other than Yexian's younger brother and an old friend of the Ming army, Boyan Timur.
These days, he has been recovering from his injuries at the rear, with nothing to do every day but drinking to drown his sorrows.
As a pioneer in this expedition, I originally wanted to extinguish the arrogance of the Ming army, but I didn't expect that the entire army of five thousand elites would be wiped out...
Such a tragic defeat made him somewhat doubtful, had he really been blessed by the Immortal God?
If this is the case, then why would the Immortal God allow him to go through so many hardships?
Tired!
In his sleep, Boyan seemed to see the years when he was galloping on the battlefield again...
On the banks of the Orkhon River, a group of cavalry was quietly approaching the Orkhon camp under the cover of night.
"The Ming Army, there is the Ming Army!"
Under the night sky, a fast horse rushed to the Orkhon camp.
The knight fell to the ground, his body covered in blood.
The soldiers in the camp hurriedly came forward to check and inquire. Then their expressions suddenly changed and they quickly ran towards the Chinese army's tent.
Boyan was sleeping soundly, but someone pulled him up from the bed.
"Who is it in the middle of the night?"
I just dreamed that I was killing everyone on the battlefield, but I was woken up by someone, and I was holding my breath.
"General, there is a sneak attack by the Ming army!"
"What?"
Boyan was still half asleep and half awake, and said blankly: "Where did the Ming army come from?"
At the same time, I heard a faint cry of killing coming from outside the camp.
Suddenly, Boyan's head buzzed, and his drunkenness immediately dissipated.
The Ming army really came!
The outermost tents have been set on fire, indicating that the enemy has broken through the first layer of defenses.
Boyan pulled out the scimitar from his waist with his backhand and shouted: "Send the alarm, prepare to fight!"
Under the light of the fire, the black spots are approaching quickly.
The horn sounded, and everyone in the Wala camp woke up from their sleep, hurriedly getting dressed and looking for weapons.
Boyan got on his horse and saw more and more black spots on the horizon, becoming more and more dense. They were moving quickly in their direction with the sky above their heads. Looking at the number, there were at least several thousand.
With such a large number of Ming troops going deep into the rear, could it be that the front line has been defeated?
Boyan had no time to think because the Ming army had already broken through the second line of defenses.
He stared straight ahead and shouted: "Everyone, pick up your bows and arrows, and prepare your long knives!"
The cavalry on the opposite side is getting closer and closer.
Boyan's pupils are shrinking rapidly, come on, let's end it!
Behind him, many people haven't figured out the situation yet and it's very confusing.
What happened?
Whoosh!
Just a hundred steps away, an arrow shot through the air.
Beside Boyan, a soldier suddenly made a sound, and his throat was pierced by a sharp arrow. The arrow feathers were still trembling violently, but the man only groaned and lost his breath.
Boyan's remaining one eye shined brightly and shouted: "Charge!"
I saw him taking the lead and rushing towards the enemy formation.
The Ming army on the opposite side fought in the same way as the Mongols. They galloped quickly, and immediately, overwhelming arrows rained down.
The Wala people hurriedly raised their bows to fight back.
In fact, they seemed sluggish at this time, because most of the people here were more or less injured, and they were sleeping soundly in the middle of the night. No one would have expected that there would be someone deep in Mobei.
The enemy appeared, and even their horses couldn't run away.
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But the opponent's Ming army cavalry, a hundred steps away, increased the speed of the war horse to the limit.
Da da da...
Da da da...
The rapid hooves of the horses were like the wind and the remaining clouds, and like the waves of the angry sea. After a round of flying shots, they all raised their swords in unison.
The long knife raised high was shining with an icy cold light.
The leader, Ha Ming, had murderous intent in his eyes.
His whole body seemed to fly into the air along with the horse, and from the depths of his throat, he roared: "Kill!"
Behind him were five thousand North Sea Guards cavalry.
Half of them set out from the capital, passed through Nurgandusi, and followed the Onan River to Beihai, thousands of miles away.
The other half comes from Buryatia in the North Sea.
They once fought side by side with the Rakshasa people and took back the occupied land.
They drank together, ate meat together, and slept together.
After experiencing countless lives and deaths, there is no longer any distinction between Han and Mongolian. They are all soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
"Kill!"
Countless people roared, and the shouts of killing broke through the sky and pierced the eardrums of the Wala people.
The high-speed cavalry collided violently, leaving only the light of the sword and the shadow of blood.
One by one, the Walas fell silently.
They originally thought that what they were afraid of was just the Ming Dynasty's firearms.
But now, they discovered that what was really scary was when a group of Ming army cavalry appeared in front of them, who were even more capable than the Walas in cavalry and shooting!
Some people's psychological defenses collapsed completely. They put down their knives and knelt on the ground to pray.
However, the blessings of the Immortal Heaven are getting farther and farther away from them. What God favors is the enemy in front of them.
The advantage of cavalry lies in its extremely powerful impact.
The Ming army's iron cavalry, galloping with lightning speed, slammed into the Oala army who had no time to react and did not even get their horses up.
Suddenly, a group of people jumped on their backs.
Countless lives have been knocked out.
The Ming cavalry who rushed at the front sometimes failed to stop themselves. Due to this terrible inertia, they threw their bodies out, collided with the Wala people on the opposite side, and fell off their horses together.
Then, it’s close combat.
The combat effectiveness of the five thousand cavalry is already very impressive. Even if the Wala people escaped the first wave of impact, the cavalry behind them would rush in like a torrent.
The wounded soldier was stabbed with three thousand watts, and he originally thought of fighting to the death, but now, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
Facing the impact of the Ming army's cavalry, they were just infantry on horseback. They could only circle in place, desperately trying to control the sitting horses, but they were in a panic.
The blade passed by, heads rolled, and blood flowed into rivers.
With just one encounter, Beihaiwei directly penetrated the assembled Wala people.
Wedge charge, division and encirclement are still Mongolian tactics.
In the past, the Mongols relied on such tactics to defeat countless dynasties.
But now, they have tasted it.
Haming is most familiar with the tactics of the Wala people. At this time, the Beihaiwei formation is like the tip of a long knife. He is at the sharpest point. Wherever he passes, countless people are following him. Five thousand iron hooves,
Pick up grass clippings and dust from the ground.
And the Wala people discovered in despair that this was not the way their cavalry used to massacre the Han army?
After penetrating the Oara army, the Ming army did not stop, because the opponent might regroup at any time, so Hamingle turned his horse and led the charge again.
"Kill!"
Countless people skillfully drew their bows and arrows, and once again charged towards the panicked Wala people.
I think that back then, Genghis Khan used this terrible fighting method, constantly wandering around, shooting from a long distance, looking for opportunities, thrusting, and confusing the enemy. However, the horse did not stop and never gave the opponent a chance to fight together, fight with each other, and fight fiercely.
, but quickly left the battlefield, and finally continued to roam, taking advantage of the chaos, shot from a long distance, and then... continued to stab!
This method of warfare once made countless civilizations regard it as a nightmare.
The scary thing about it is that it relies on constant long-range shots and thrusts to always occupy the initiative on the battlefield. Once the opponent is entangled, he can only become a lamb to be slaughtered.
The mighty cavalry charges into the enemy formation again!
Countless Wala people were knocked over. They were sitting on their horses and spinning in circles. The Wala people who were unable to run at all were knocked away one by one and were torn open by the Ming army. The cavalry behind them charged intensively,
This hole is constantly expanding.
This time, the Wala people began to collapse.
The craftsmanship of the ancestors has reappeared, but the terrible thing is that now I have become the one being slaughtered!
Many people lose their fighting spirit and want to flee, but here, if you leave your back to the enemy, you will definitely die.
Some people were confused and wanted to rein in their horses and rush out, but they were surrounded by people and horses, and it was a mess.
When the dense cavalry rushed past, they tried to parry, but how could they resist the cavalry with human power?
Countless people fell down like wheat.
When the Wala people realized this problem, they found in vain that just like when they slaughtered the Ming army, the situation they faced was exactly the same as that of the Han people.
After several sprints, the Wala people were completely desperate.
People were running around in panic, not even bothering to resist.
They were exhausted, had no morale, had numerous injuries, and no longer had half of the morale they had when they went south.
The Ming Dynasty cavalry, however, waited for work and took the lead in launching the attack. These people were actually more proficient in riding and shooting than the Wala people.
After a mass killing, there were countless corpses lying on the ground.
Many people have fallen off their horses. At this time, they no longer have any intention of resisting, and are huddled on the ground shivering. Some people are flying on horseback, but they are trampling on each other, causing countless casualties.
On the battlefield, only Boyan was left fighting desperately.
He knew very well that tonight would be his last battle.
The Ming army was so powerful that with only three thousand wounded soldiers in the camp, they could not resist it no matter what.
Escape?
The Ming army has all come to their hometown. Where is there any place in the entire desert?
Therefore, he had no choice but to fight to the death to preserve his last vestige of dignity.
The battle was coming to an end, and the people around Boyan fell one by one, until in the end, he was the only one left.
Boyan roared angrily, reining in his horse and charging towards the Ming army closest to him as if he was going crazy.
However, two spears stretched out from the side and pierced the horse's belly. The horse whined and fell to the ground.
Boyan was thrown several feet away, and felt like stars were popping up in his eyes.
He shook his head hard to regain some consciousness, slowly got up, and tightly grasped the knife in his hand, like a dying beast, making its last struggle.
The Ming army did not rush to attack, but surrounded him tightly.
Ha Ming got off his horse and walked towards Boyan step by step.
The knife in his hand was dripping with blood, and it fell on the grass drop by drop.
"Bo Yan, do you still remember me?"
Boyan slowly raised his head, and under the firelight, a familiar face appeared in front of him.
"Are you... the guard who delivered the letter?"
"Yes, it's me!" Ha Ming stopped and said slowly, "We meet again!"
"Haha, haha!"
Boyan suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and then said: "Your emperor is not stupid enough to know how to reuse you. What kind of official is he now?"
Ha Ming calmly replied: "Commander of Beihai Guard!"