"I have taken the fortune of the Yuan Dynasty to this battle!" Yardan looked around at the Mongol Generals in the tent, "If we lose this battle, we will lose everything." Without more words, or words to encourage morale, Yardan said softly: "Everyone, fight!"

There is no way out. All the Mongolian generals know that this battle needs to end as fast as possible. If the war is dragged on for a long time, the consequences of the Mongol Yuan losing Yumen Pass will be magnified to the maximum extent. They will be dragged to death and trapped to death. This is a battle between the two sides assembled all their strength. If they lose this battle, they will lose everything.

The Northern Army naturally knew this. Before the war started, they had already gained the upper hand because their goal was not to lose, while the Dayuan wanted was to win.

Teams of cavalry ran out of the camp, rows of infantry gathered together, and various types of armies came out of the camp in turn. On the vast plain before Baishupo, tens of thousands of Mongolian troops completed the assembly, and opposite them, the Northern Army, with Lucheng Camp as the main force, also set up a formation to take the initiative to fight.

This was the first large-scale frontal battle between the Mongolian Yuan and the Northern Expedition Army. The Mongolian Yuan Emperor Yardan and the Northern Expedition Army commander Yun Zhao all appeared on the battlefield.

On the top of the cypress tree, Yun Zhao rode on the dark clouds and stepped on the snow, staring at the eye-catching carriage in the distance. The carriage was something he regarded very well, and it belonged to Yardan.

"Yun Zhao, don't you go to command yourself?" Hongniang asked in a low voice as he looked at the square formations of Lucheng Camp under the cypress slope and the bed crossbows, thunderbolt cannons, demon-subduing crossbows, and thunderbolt fires.

Yun Zhao shook his head, "Unless there is an extreme situation, I will not interfere with the command of the generals under my command. They are more familiar with the advantages and disadvantages of the troops and the specialties of the generals at all levels. They can arrange the troops more reasonably than me. Meng Yao is a veteran on the battlefield. He will not make mistakes in such a battle."

Hong Niangzi is also a general who has experienced many battles, but she has never experienced such a big-scene battle, especially the elite Mongolian Yuan cavalry. In the desert, the fighting philosophy adhered to by the Eagle-billed Rock Horse Bandits was guerrilla warfare. When the enemy was strong, we would go, and we would attack the enemy with weak, and avoid the real and the virtual. They tried to avoid fighting with most Mongolian troops and large tent soldiers. Looking at the tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, Hong Niangzi was also a little scared. The place occupied by 10,000 infantrymen was limited, and it didn't seem particularly eye-catching to gather together, but the place occupied by 10,000 cavalry gathered together was a bit amazing. From the eyes, the darkness on the opposite side seemed to be the enemy's cavalry. If Hong Niangzi had not been aware of the fact that the total strength of the opponent was not much, he would have been a little scared.

As the main battle, Lucheng Camp was at the forefront, and Zhou Guangyi's seventh battalion was lined up on the left, and a large gap was left on the right side of Lucheng Camp. It seemed that it was a huge flaw.

Jamukha was the commander of the Mongols' battle this time. Looking at his enemy's right wing, that is, to his left, the area that looked solemn.

The general of the Northern Army was not Brother Chu on the battlefield, so naturally he would not leave such a big flaw for himself for no reason. You can imagine that there was definitely a big trap there.

"Don't think too much!" Yardan said to him lightly: "That blank was left by Yun Zhao to Yan Xiaoyi. Jamuha. There is not much fancy to talk about in this war. If you fight head-on, exchange blood for blood, and exchange life for life, whoever can end up will be the winner."

"I understand Your Majesty!" Jamuhe bowed and retreated, and the command flag rose slowly. Yaerdan's meaning was already very clear. He did not take a look at the seductive blank space again. As Yaerdan said, the other party was strong, so he beat him from there, pointing to the maiman.

He rode his horse to the cavalry formation, Jamukha held a flag in one hand and raised his saber in the other: "Fight for His Majesty!"

"Long live, long live, long live!" All the Mongolian soldiers turned around and looked at the carriage not far behind them, where the four white horses were pulling, Yaldan was wearing the costume of the Mongolian Emperor and sat upright on the roof of the carriage. When she heard the cheers of the soldiers, she stood up and waved her arms to the soldiers.

Although it was just a small move, it greatly aroused the soldiers' fighting spirit, and the cheers of long live are even more intense.

"That's Yardan?" Hongniang looked at the woman who was receiving cheers in the distance. She had dreamed of becoming an female emperor, but now she seemed to have no hope. Now, opposite her, a living female emperor was reviewing her troops. Hongniang felt a little jealous.

"I heard that you captured her alive and traveled thousands of miles with her." The Hongniang smiled and said, "If you had killed her with one knife, you might have lost all the troubles today!"

Yun Zhao laughed and said, "If I had killed her with one knife, I was afraid that my corpse would have turned into ashes now. Besides, I would not bother to kill a woman who was powerless to tie a chicken!"

The Hongmao sneered and pointed at the army formation of tens of thousands of people in the distance, "Now, do you still think she is a woman with no power?"

Yun Zhao was speechless, but he knew that even if time went back, he would not really cut off Yaerdan. Thinking of Yaerdan's confession to him many times, he suddenly felt upset in his heart.

Under the cypress slope, Meng Yao looked at the Mongolian army with high fighting spirit, his face was as iron as iron, and he was not moved at all. The military flag was spreading, and low shouts began to sound from the central army.

"The Northern Army will win!"

The shouts sounded one square array after another, gradually spreading to all the Northern Expedition Army, and the cheers from the Mongolian Army were instantly lit.

Amid the shouts of both sides, the fighting spirit gradually became stronger, and even the sun in the sky seemed to feel a bloody battle was about to begin, and hiding his body in the thick clouds in fear.

"Strike!" Jamukha's sabre pressed down, and from both sides, two cavalrymen rushed out of the army and rushed to the wings of Lucheng Camp. The 10,000 infantry in the central army were divided into several square formations, taking neat steps, and stepping forward together.

Infantry and cavalry cooperation, the scenes that were only seen in the Great Vietnamese army in the past have finally appeared in the Yuan Dynasty's army. These infantry, trained by Han Zhong and served as officers by Mongol generals, seem to be the protagonists of the first battle. The cavalry was rushing on both wings. If Lucheng Camp exposed flaws on both wings in order to deal with the attack in the middle, more cavalry would be inserted from both sides.

"The cooperation between infantry and cavalry, the Meng people have made great progress!" Yun Zhao murmured on the cypress slope.

Around him, Zhou Guangyi chuckled and said, "It's because of the progress, but although they know the various key points of infantry fighting, they probably cannot appreciate how to use them skillfully and adapt to changes. Therefore, the governor, the infantry in the middle attack must be smoke screens, and the two wings are the focus of the opponent's combat."

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