: The enemy must be rescued

"Hahaha..." Monk Zhang laughed and said, "Don't you all hear it? General, let's attack immediately!"

"I heard it!"

Several soldiers who had been stolen from 500 horses responded loudly.

Monk Zhang Qianran pulled out his waist knife and shouted loudly: "Brothers, come with me!"

After putting this sentence, Monk Zhang waved the knife in his hand forward, swung away his big strode and ran towards the mountain. Five hundred soldiers started to clamor and followed Monk Zhang to rush up to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain.

At the command of Bart, the two hundred Korqin guards guarding behind the chariot array fired arrows one after another.

However, the five hundred soldiers who launched an attack on the Korqin Khanate were all from the horses, and they all had excellent martial arts skills. The monk Zhang who was in front of the line and a few of them were even more skilled in martial arts. The arrows shot by the Korqin people were all cut off one after another. In less than a moment, the two armies were less than fifty steps apart.

Then Bart remembered the two mortars and shouted: "Hurry up, set off the cannons, and kill these Southern Ming barbarians!"

The two guards hurriedly took the torch to point the lead on the mortar. The lead was ascending, and sparks made a squeak and quickly burned into the cannon barrel. The next moment, there were only two loud "boom" sounds. Bart and two hundred guards were shocked by the loud noise, and their eyes were roaring, and they could not hear any other sound.

Monk Zhang was rushing up the mountain with five hundred brothers. He heard two deafening loud noises on the mountain. Then two huge fireballs soared from behind the Mongolian car array on the top of the mountain, drawing two dazzling halos in the air, and finally landed in the Ming army camp at the foot of the mountain with a shrill roar.

Monk Zhang, who was rushing in front, was shocked by the momentum, and he immediately determined that this was a mortar!

The subway bullets blasted out of the mortar cannon and bounced on the ground for several miles. Anyone hit by the iron bullets, whether it is the arms, legs, head, butt, eggs, they will be smashed into pieces in an instant. Monk Zhang has been a thief for more than ten years and has been hit by the Ming army's mortar cannon. This sound is still fresh in his memory.

"Damn it, this is a mortar!" Monk Zhang shouted loudly, "Brothers, hurry up and rush up with me and kill the Mongols' mortar!"

The five hundred soldiers behind Monk Zhang responded with a loud bang and instantly accelerated the sprint.

On the top of the mountain.

Bart stepped forward, slapped the two guards squatting beside the mortar cannon and slapped to the ground, and scolded sternly: "Idiot, you won't lower the muzzle. How can you hit the Nanming barbarian like this? Hurry up, find something to pad the tail of the mortar cannon, and the muzzle is facing down!"

"And you guys." Bart turned around and shouted to the dozens of guards nearby, "Why are you still standing there? Come and help."

Dozens of guards rushed over to help, but unfortunately, before they could set up the mortar again, Monk Zhang rushed up with five hundred brothers. The two armies fought each other in close combat and fell into a cruel close-knit battle.

At the foot of the mountain, in front of the Korchin cavalry.

Banktu and Sogar were also startled by the loud sound of the mortar cannon. When they looked back quickly, they saw that the Ming army had already rushed to the top of the mountain along the gentle slope and were fighting with the guards stationed in Khan's court.

"Oh no!" Banktu said in surprise. "The Ming army is going to attack the mountain overnight!"

Sogar also said, "Father Khan has only two hundred guards, so he will definitely not last long."

"No, you can't rest any more." Banktu said decisively, "You must immediately launch an attack on the Ming army camp, and you must break through the Ming army camp before the Ming army attacks the Khanate!"

This time, Sogar said nothing.

In front of the Ming army.

Wang Pu was also shocked by the sudden cannon. He didn't expect that the Korqin people actually had cannons!

Fortunately, the people of Korqin didn't seem to be able to shoot artillery very much. The two cannons just now looked terrifying, but the actual effect was zero. They neither attacked the mountain nor were they resting in the camp at the foot of the mountain.

"General!" The bearded man suddenly shouted, "The people of Korqin are out!"

"Um?"

When Wang Pu heard this, he hurriedly retracted his gaze from the mountain and turned to look at the Korqin people who were resting in the south.

Taking advantage of the torch light in the hands of the Korqin people, Wang Pu indeed saw that the Korqin people who were sitting on the ground resting had returned to the horse's back, amid the long and long horn sounds. A team of Korqin cavalry had already separated from the large group of people and were slowly moving towards the Ming army formation.

"Good guy!" The bearded man quickly judged the number of cavalry based on his experience, "there are enough two thousand cavalry!"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Wang Pu's lips.

The people of Korqin are not enterprising. They only know that they are superstitious about the past tactics of their ancestors. After hundreds of years, they still know this tactics!

To put it bluntly, the Korqin people's tactics are actually cavalry version of guerrilla warfare.

The Mongolian cavalry war in the 13th century had a characteristic. When they were not sure of absolute victory, they would never rashly invest all their troops in a decisive battle. They would send a small number of cavalry to harass the enemy endlessly. When the enemy showed fatigue, the Mongolian cavalry would move all their heads and launch a fatal blow.

With this cavalry guerrilla tactic that could be considered a super-era cavalry tactic at that time, the Mongolian cavalry achieved incredibly brilliant results. The heavy infantry and heavy cavalry in the Western world, dressed from head to toe, were easily killed by the Mongols.

However, times are changing, and even the most advanced tactics are still behind the times.

The emergence of muskets and three-stage shooting tactics made the Mongolian cavalry's tactics garbage. The most primitive muskets may not be comparable to those of excellent bows and arrows. However, by the beginning of the 17th century, after continuous improvement of muskets, their lethality and hit rate were far greater than those of bows and arrows. Three-stage shooting gave muskets a revolutionary continuous firepower.

Faced with a musket team equipped with new muskets, the Mongolian cavalry's tactics became the stupidest tactic to add fuel. The small groups of cavalry sent will soon be killed or killed under the dense and continuous shooting of muskets, and they will not play a tentative role at all. So the Mongolians could only send another cavalry to conduct a tentative attack, and then they were eaten...

There is a very famous battle example in real history!

When the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China, in the battle of Tanggukou, more than 20,000 Korqin cavalry were defeated by the 6,000 musketeers of the Eight-Nation Alliance. In the end, Senggelinqin only fled back to Beijing with only seven cavalry.

In fact, it cannot be entirely blamed on the Korqin people for defending their ancestors' tactics, because before they met the musket team of the Eight-Nation Alliance, they had never encountered a small group of cavalry that the army could send them out to harass them in one bite! This is often the tactics of an army. Only when they suffer a defeat and are hurt will they try to change...

The Korchin Cavalry's tactics were undoubtedly beneficial to the Ming army.

Wang Pu's musket team had only one thousand people. If the Korqin people had invested all the cavalry from the beginning to launch an attack from three directions at the same time, these thousand musketeers could not be blocked by any means. At that time, Wang Pu could only let Scarface and Tang Sheng's thousand-man team also enter the war. With the battle of cold weapons, even if the Ming army could finally win, there would be heavy casualties.

But now the Korqin people only invested two thousand cavalry attacking from the front. Then they just hit the muzzle of the musket team. The Korqin cavalry, who were already trapped and exhausted, could only become a living target for the Ming army's musket team to practice shooting!

As for the Korqin people’s riding and shooting?

Forget it, this is so dark, who can shoot who?

Cavalry and archery are different from the archers' shooting. The archers' shooting are killing surfaces. They can be restricted by light, so they can fight at night, but the Mongols' riding and archery are not good, and archery and archery are direct shooting. They can only kill and kill. Once there is no light, there is no lethality at all.

"Clang..."

The bearded man slowly pulled out his waist knife, and his thunderous shout sounded under the night sky: "First team, prepare..."

The first team of 200 musketeers quickly stepped forward and set up a shooting formation behind the horse. Two hundred new flintlock muskets were raised, and the black muzzles aimed at the Korchin Cavalry in front of them slowly approaching the ground.

As the distance approached, the Korqin cavalry gradually began to accelerate, and the faint sound of horse hooves quickly turned into a roar like thunder. The Ming soldiers felt that the ground under their feet began to tremble faintly, and the eyes of two hundred musketeers turned to the bearded man in unison.

Under the night sky, the bearded man's burly body stood up like a mountain, still standing still.

Amid the deafening sound of horse hooves, the Korqin cavalry finally approached within a hundred steps. At this moment, the Korqin cavalry was sprinting rapidly and suddenly became in chaos. The cavalry rushing in the front row fell to the ground one after another, and the cavalry following followed unexpectedly collided with the cavalry in the front row. The entire sprint formation suddenly became riot.

Under normal circumstances, the trapped horse pit dug by Tang Sheng and his men may not cause too much obstacle to the Korqin cavalry, but now the Korqin cavalry has just experienced a long journey of hundreds of miles, and the manpower and animal power have reached the limit. The ground under his feet is slightly bumpy and can cause the Korqin people's mounts to stumble.

In front of the Ming army.

The bearded man waved his waist knife in his hand, and shouted loudly at the top of his lungs: "Let's fire!"

"Boom boom boom..."

With the command of the bearded man, a huge roar suddenly sounded in front of the Ming army formation. Two hundred muskets spewed out dazzling flames at the same time. The red flame flashed in a flash, and a tragic wailing sound suddenly sounded in the Korqin cavalry formation...

A Korqin cavalry who was sprinting on horseback was directly hit by the lead bullet shot from the Ming army musket. The scorching lead shot through the leather armor and passed through the chest from the heart. The Korqin cavalry's strong body suddenly trembled, and then fell from the horse's back. The war horse that had lost its master neighed and turned around and fled in a panic.

Another Korqin cavalry was overturned to the ground by a trapped horse pit. They finally got up, but before he could find his war horse, a scorching lead bullet had already shot his head, shot from the back of his head and then came out from his forehead. The poor Korqin cavalry fell down straight, his eyes wide open, as if he was dying with his eyes open.

In front of the Ming army.

The bearded man was cold and cold, and his waist knife was raised and then swung it down.

Rows of Ming army musketeers advanced neatly to the horse-resisting formation and fired in a row, ruthlessly pouring rows of lead bullets on the heads of the Korqin cavalry who were overturned. They were already trapped and exhausted. The overdrafted Korqin cavalry fell into a pool of blood under the dense rain-like shooting of the Ming army musketeers...

The first wave of attacks of the Korchin cavalry was easily repelled by the Ming army musket team.

The Korqin people threw down more than 100 bodies and more than 800 wounded soldiers in front of the Ming army camp. When Tulitua and Uhulu fled back to their own formation in a panic with more than a thousand cavalry soldiers, the two brothers Banktu and Sogar could not believe their eyes. In less than a meal, only half of the two thousand cavalry were left. How can we fight this battle?

"Toridoah!" Bankto stared at Toridoah fiercely and asked sternly, "How did you fight this battle?"

"Little Prince, the horse can no longer run, and the Nanming barbarians dug many pits in front of the camp!" Tulitua said tragically, "Their firepower is too dense. Beiyi has never seen such a dense firepower. It is like it raining, and the frontal attack cannot be attacked at all!"

"If you don't have the front, just have two wings!" Banktu said angrily, "You two will listen, and immediately take your troops to attack from the left and right wings. If you still can't fight this time, you won't have to come back!"

"Little Prince!" Uhulu said tragically, "Even if the man can still withstand it, the horse really can't run anymore. Should I wait first?"

"Wait, can we afford to wait?" Sogar reached out and pointed to the Khanting who had already killed the sound of killing on the mountaintop in the distance, and roared at the top of his lungs, "Didn't you see the Khanting being subjected to a fierce attack from the Ming army? We must kick the Ming army camp and rescue the Khan before the Ming army captured the Khanting!"
Chapter completed!