The Great Ming Dynasty Dominate Overseas

It was late at night, and the bonfire at the campsite weakened, and the scope of illuminating became smaller and smaller. The Mongols in the camp fell asleep, and the Mongols who watched the night tried their best to support the fighting eyelids, and became sleepy.

Suddenly, like a volcanic eruption, gunfire sounded from all directions at the same time, as well as the violent explosion of bombs, and the Mongolian camp was boiling!

The sleepy Mongols rushed out of the tent in panic and rushed to ask what was going on. Then the Mongols under the light encountered gunshots from outside the camp. The flashing muzzle flames did not know how much it was. The gun is firing!

The offender was the local militia, together with some officers and army, gathered 800 musketeers, placed 200 people in each direction, and opened fire at the Mongolian camp.

The bullets roared and hit the Mongols to get down quickly. They used their bows and arrows to fight back at the spot where the light was just now, but they seemed to shoot in the air without a scream.

It turned out that the offensive militiamen would move with one shot. When they found the Mongols by the campfire, they shot. The Mongols either kept the flames or hid in the darkness. However, the bullets kept coming and the horses panicked. The jumper will get up and run around.

Great, such a big goal, hit a horse, hit a horse!

A large horse was shot and couldn't die for a while, running wildly, the horses shouted, and the Mongolian camp was very lively.

Some tents were on fire. As long as there was a fire and a shadow of a person was seen, bullets would come over immediately, scaring the ethnic group on horseback---Mongolians crawling on the ground.

Norbu was in no danger in the Chinese army, but he was furious. As a sweating man, he was knocked on the door and asked around, but he did not organize a counterattack!

Tian Da Di sweats the most face, he doesn't care how many people die, but he is very upset by being beaten in the face.

The valiant Kastar wanted to please the sweat, and volunteered that he would lead his army out of the camp to hunt down those little thieves who didn't have eyesight.

Norbu turned his anger into joy, and let Kastar quickly slash the enemy to report!

As a result, as soon as Kasda led the cavalry out of the camp, the militiamen fired indiscriminately and dropped Kasda from his horse on the spot, breaking his leg.

His escorts were shocked and paid the price of dozens of deaths and injuries, and finally took Kasda back.

"Useless things!" Norbu roared and ordered the horse to be led, and he charged himself.

Maybe it was because of getting up. Norbu was not clear-headed. Seeing his furious appearance, no one dared to persuade him.

And he always likes to take the lead. As a profuse sweat, he should have his ministers do it, but he did it himself.

They sweated profusely. They were all dressed in heavy armor. They were made of iron and could not be shot by musket bullets. They were covered with an extra layer of leather armor. Not only that, even their horses were also wearing vests, and they clicked I set off with a torch and held up a shield, thinking that I had made a perfect solution.

When they were dispatched, the Mongols in the camp organized and shot bows and arrows aimlessly outside the camp in order to disturb the enemy.

At the same time, they lighted the torch and threw it towards the surrounding area to spot the enemy with their wings.

It seems to be effective. The enemy’s muzzle kept blazing, bullets came, but the Mongols were not shot down. They rushed out of the camp, and the militias were forced to retreat. Some militias showed up, and Norbu took advantage of the crowd. He stepped forward, drove three strong bows, and shot two!

Hearing the screams of the enemy, the Mongols cheered: "Great sweat and mighty!"

The voice just fell, but he saw Norbu stepped down the royal horse with a scream, a big jump, bounced the sweat of his hands holding the bow away from the saddle, and leaped several meters away!

All the Mongols were stunned, and it took three seconds to recover, and rushed forward frantically, helping them up in sweat.

When Norbu fell to the ground, his left hand supported the ground, but his left hand twisted into a strange angle and broke!

"Good beast!" Norbu went mad, stood upright with the pain in his hands, and walked to his steed horse. At this moment, someone said: "Sweat, look!"

An iron clamp was put on the right front hoof of the war horse.

The poor animal leaned on three legs, while the other leg dared not touch the ground.

The Mongols looked intently, and on the ground in front were scattered iron clamps for catching animals, special horseshoes, and four pointed iron fern nails, with the sharp side facing up.

Everyone took a breath, Ming Ren was very cunning.

Under such circumstances, even if Norbu wanted to be strong, he could only endure for a while, and returned to camp angrily, listening to the gunshots outside the camp, and his hand hurts, so he couldn't sleep. The next day he wore a pair of panda eyes. Show the bill to the public.

The militiamen rioted until dawn before retreating completely. As soon as the Mongols counted them, more than a hundred people died and as many as a thousand were injured!

Many of them trampled on themselves, knocked down and kicked by their own horses.

The imperial horse, which caused a lot of sweat and lost face, was ordered to be killed by Norbu. Although it was innocent, the face of the sweat was too important, so he had to die.

Seeing the power of the militia, the Mongols beat a drum in their hearts, asking for instructions and perspiring: "Are we still attacking Beijing?"

"Go, why not, Ben Khan wants to take down Beijing and let those southerners know how good we are!" Norbu yelled.

The Mongols often say that the Han people are from the south, while the Han people say they are from the north, and everyone is talking about it.

It turns out that this is not a good idea, even if it is what Khan thought.

On the way to Beijing, the Mongolian cavalry was constantly hit by the soldiers and civilians along the way. They were often in groups of three to five, or formed in groups, and appeared in the mountains, dense forests, narrow valleys, woods, and grass, like sparrows peck It's the same as eating, one shot in the east and one shot in the west, unexpectedly, enters through the gap, entangles the enemy, and shoots away randomly.

When the Mongolian brigade was dispatched, it immediately evacuated, hiding on the mountain, and one with the mountain without a trace.

The Mongolians dismounted to search, that's better!

It is very likely that behind the few militiamen is an ambush circle composed of hundreds of militiamen!

You will die as much as you come~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When the Mongols marched, angry bullets came, gunshots rang from side to side, and the killing sounded everywhere. When I was sleeping, I was so disturbed that everyone had heavy eye circles like zombies.

It was not easy to be beaten during the day, and it was not easy at night. Lighting the Mongols next to the campfire was the best target. The Mongols who were arranged to watch the night were fully armored and bloated.

Think this can avoid the attack?

The militiamen boldly approached the camp, dropped bombs and torches inside.

The poor Mongols have to cover their faces with shields when they sleep, or wear armors and press them heavily on them, and they will have nightmares at night.

Without self-defense equipment, a bomb fell, without knowing how to die.

The tent was ignited by torches. Without the tent, sometimes the mountain rains suddenly hit the Mongols with their heads low and the whole body drenched. Some people get cold and have a high fever. There is no medicine. They catch a cold and die.

The people of Ming Dynasty were mobilized and armed. They stood firm and cleared the fields. The wells along the way were hidden or polluted. Once, the Mongols found a small river to fetch water and drink horses. Within three days, the horse plague killed hundreds of horses. , Mingren did not hesitate to put the dead horse in the river upstream...

Without supplies, the horses lose weight, people have nothing to eat, and they are constantly being shot, so sweating is worthless.

The road to Beijing was only halfway through, and there were more and more deserters, and Norbu had to order the withdrawal of his troops.

In fact, he fled in embarrassment. Mingren still did not let him go. He hit him when he marched and put a cold spear when he fled. This Mongolian hair did not get a single piece, and 3,000 people were killed and injured before he withdrew from the Great Wall.

More than him, none of the three Khalkha Mongol Khan was in the hands of Ming people to please.