Wang Pu in the late Ming Dynasty

In order not to accidentally injure friendly forces, the Ming army only shot at the nearby Tatar cavalry, which allowed the Mongolian army leaders who were slightly behind to survive by chance, but they were frightened. As if they had entered a filter net, the Mongolian army became fewer and fewer. Wu Chan led the remnants to attack left and right. He watched the Mongolian warriors try to charge the hollow formation several times, and after suffering shocking casualties, they finally rushed into the enemy formation, but they could not disperse the enemy, and could only turn around and retreat. Those warriors slowly retreated on horseback, becoming an excellent live target for the Ming army, and fell off their horses in large numbers. What was going on? Wu Chan was shocked. He couldn't understand why these fellow warriors didn't just kill through the enemy formation, but retreated like this, wouldn't it be a waste of death. After thinking about it carefully, he realized the truth. After the Mongols used cavalry to break through a gap in the enemy formation, they faced concentrated fire from the other three sides of this hollow formation. As you can imagine, the bullets there were three times denser than usual. They couldn't rush through and couldn't kill the enemy formation. The cavalry couldn't turn around, so they had to retreat straight back. The Ming army's formation was too unfamiliar. They had never seen it before, so they only used their previous experience to deal with it, which led to their big fall.

While hesitating, he found that the Ming army didn't dare to put the fire guns flat, because it was easy to hit the friendly troops on the opposite side of the alley. They could only raise the muzzles of the guns from close to high and fire at the Mongols on horseback. So he ordered them to dismount and charge the formation. His calculation was that as long as the Mongols didn't ride horses, the Ming army could only put the fire guns flat. In this way, the Ming army's several hollow formations would inevitably cause more accidental injuries to each other, and the Ming army would easily hesitate when firing, which was the opportunity to turn defeat into victory. Now the Mongolian army has dozens of times more people than the enemy, and they are not far away. Even if they don't ride horses, they can rush into the enemy formation. Without horses, they won't rush over the enemy's head. They can fight hand-to-hand with the enemy at the edge of the hollow formation, which can disrupt the enemy formation and defeat the Ming army in a fierce battle.

He issued a military order but received no response. He looked back in the chaos and realized that his subordinates had been squeezed into a ball and didn't dare to get off the horse. In such a crowded and chaotic situation, they would be trampled to death by horses' hooves if they got off the horse.

At this moment, Wu Chan was inexplicably sad. How could this be the Mongolian warriors who once swept the world? Everyone was afraid of the enemy like a tiger. Facing the Han people who were far less than themselves, no one dared to move forward. The Mongolians at this moment were like a flock of sheep, surrounded by the Ming army and waiting to be slaughtered.

The army's morale had been broken, and there was nothing they could do. He swung his whip hard, shouted, and led the crowd to flee. On the horse, he was still thinking in his heart that this battle was really inexplicably defeated. The Ming army used a strange formation that no one had ever seen before. They fell into the trap without any preparation and were controlled everywhere, resulting in countless casualties. I will go back and get together with the leaders of each tribe to carefully think about a way to break it.

Unexpectedly, when he withdrew the remnants from the formation, he saw the slightly mocking faces of the Mongolian army on the left. The right wing suppressed the Hulun Lake tribes and had always been at odds with each other. Unexpectedly, they actually watched their friendly army in trouble and did not move. The remnants of the right wing looked at the leaders of the Mongolian army on the left, and their eyes were almost spitting fire.

"God of the Onon River, the warrior spirit of the Golden Family is now even afraid to fight the Han people. How can you be worthy of the Khan." Wu Chan finallyI couldn't help but accuse him.

The Mongolians were born with thin skin and poor words. Facing the accusation of raising the banner of the Golden Family, everyone couldn't shamelessly retort. They just said, "That's not right. Why are the cannons on the other side of the river still going on? Could it be that they are also in a tough battle? We'd better go back to support them. Anyway, there will be no chance here."

Hearing that there was no intention of admitting his fault, Wu Chan wanted to pick up his knife and fight with him, but the rumbling cannons in his ears made him sober. Yes, could it be that the Hangai tribes were also in trouble in the war?

So the Mongolian army turned around and retreated to the river again. They were defeated in two battles and their mood weakened. Now, the momentum of the Ming army changed with a different mentality. They could actually see the power of tens of thousands of Ming troops from more than a thousand. It was getting more and more weird. The Ming army was as fast as lightning, changing its formation into a neat long snake formation, marching in formation. Wu Chan and others were stunned and surprised. The neat formation was indeed the best in the world. Could it be that the Ming Dynasty had another Qi Jiguang?

The Ming army was just walking, but their legs were not slow. The Mongols galloped and barely opened the distance, but the drum sound of the Ming army's soul-locking magic weapon was still faintly audible. Finally, they escaped to the river, but saw the river gurgling and the ice in pieces. Wu Chan and others were stunned. Why did the ice melt? Just as they were stunned, a fire flashed on the mountain, and a shell fell into the river, smashing another hole.

Wu Chan immediately thought that this was a plan of the Han people, to lure them across the river first, and then use artillery to break the ice to trap them all.

"Not good, these Han soldiers are going to trap us here."

"Quick, Wu Mushu, let's go upstream."

"The Han people's trick is too vicious. The river water will freeze the horses. We can't do it without these war horses. I think the mountains in the south are low, so it's not difficult to rush over." The Mongols were in chaos. Some wanted to go upstream, some wanted to try to cross the river, and some wanted to go downstream.

Wu Chan wanted to stop them, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that everyone was running for their own lives, even the warriors of his own tribe left him behind. Suddenly, he was heartbroken and stopped talking. The Khan was dead, and no one could speak at this moment. Since the Ming army had planned it in advance, there must be ambushes upstream and downstream. It would be the most feasible to force a crossing of the river to join the tribes of Hangai Mountain on the other side.

He dismounted and stepped onto the ice, only to hear a crackling sound. The ice was broken by the artillery and was particularly fragile. It was okay for one person to step on it, but the horse behind him would be in danger. Wu Chan cursed inwardly: "Damn it, it would be better if the ice was all broken, and it would be easier to cross the river with only water."

He held the reins tightly and moved carefully on the ice, avoiding the holes. Shells kept falling on his head. Fortunately, the shells were solid and would not explode. Everyone was lucky and prayed in their hearts not to be too unlucky and be hit by shells. However, the whirring sound of breaking wind and the ice chips splashed by the falling shells still disturbed the horses. Many horses on the ice were startled and neighed. Finally, a long cracking sound came from far away and Wu Chan heard it clearly, and knew that this was a crack that connected all the holes, and the next step must be the collapse of the ice., he looked back and saw that the two groups of Mongolians upstream and downstream did not seem to be in a hurry to escape. The front group was dismounting and walking, and the back group simply stepped into the ice and crossed the river with them around the ice holes. It seems that the upstream and downstream are indeed difficult to walk, and there is no way to go around this road.

The ice was not thick to begin with, and it was hit hard by artillery shells. There were so many holes, and people and horses stepped on it, how could it not break. Finally, Wu Chan suddenly felt lighter, his feet slipped, and then his feet felt a piercing pain. Fortunately, the water was not deep, only up to the base of his thighs. He knew that he could not afford to delay, so he waded forward desperately. He was a thousand-household master, and he had enough meat every day. He was much stronger than ordinary herdsmen. With his strong body, he was not vague in the icy water and quickly crossed the river.

Wu Chan was secretly happy that his life was saved. But at this moment, several pieces of broken ice were floating down the river. He could dodge them nimbly, but the horse behind him could not. Moreover, the horse had no flesh on its legs and could not withstand the cold. It was pushed down by a huge piece of ice with numb limbs. This time, its whole body was in the water and it was difficult to rescue it. Wu Chan knew that even if he was rescued, he would soon freeze to death in the north wind. Wu Chan watched his beloved BMW desperately floundering in the water, tears streaming down his face. He hated it. At this moment, he had seen that the Ming army's deployment was not smart, but just a trick to fake defeat.

If the Khan was in charge, he could just give an order and have the whole army cross the river. The 1,000 Ming soldiers would not be able to stop the continuous siege of the army of more than 100,000. Even if the artillery of the Ming army ambushed on the mountain opened fire and cut off the river, as long as the Khan was still there, he could send someone to remind the soldiers and horses that had already crossed the river, or go up the mountain to eliminate the ambush. He could always come up with a way to break through. Even if they were defeated in this battle, they would not suffer too much loss. After all, they were all cavalry, coming and going like the wind, and the Ming army was only infantry. As long as they retreated in time, the Ming army could only be far behind.

But the bad thing was that the Khan died, and they were all torn apart. There was no one to remind the soldiers and horses that crossed the river, and there was no reinforcement. The soldiers and horses that went up the mountain to eliminate the ambush were not attentive. Seeing that the ambush had the advantage of a strange and dangerous situation, they were unwilling to attack. They wandered around and shot some cold arrows. What good was this?

Wu Chan abandoned his horse and waded across the river. When his legs reached the shore, he could not feel the ground. He hurriedly took off his boots and socks. His feet were already black and blue, and the wind was no longer a pain. He knew that he was freezing, so he rubbed his feet with his hands. The pain spread from his tendons to his stomach, and he felt a spasm and stabbing pain, as if his tailbone had thorns, which made him fall. He used his head and legs to stick to the ground and barely supported himself without falling. He groaned for a long time before he recovered his breath. Then he looked up and looked around. Many people had crossed the river one after another, but they were not much better than him.

The shoes were wet and the horses were unusable. They could only walk through the valley barefoot. Fortunately, the artillery on the mountain was not aimed at them, but at the upstream.

Wu Chan looked towards the place where the artillery fire was concentrated, and then she realized that after the river ice broke, the broken ice flowed downstream, and it was much easier to cross the river upstream. She saw that they were crossing the river in an orderly manner. Although they were in a mess, no one fell off the horse and no one got wet. She couldn't help but feel relieved.

Turning back to look at the downstream, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The broken ice gathered in the downstream, and the Mongolian army that bypassed the downstream was in chaos by the river. Only a few were wading in the water, and they were all wading barefoot after taking off their boots and socks. However, due to the obstruction of the broken ice, the horses all lost their hooves and neighed and wailed. Some bad people simply continued to walk downstream to the unbroken ice layer, but the Ming army must have done something on the grass. They did not dare to ride on the horses and could only dismount and walk slowly.

Wu Chan saw the scattered rolling and neighing horses on the grass, abandoned by their owners. They stood up with difficulty, and then lay down again, but did not move, as if they had anchors tied to their bodies. This was a symptom of lame leg bones. He was an old man on the grassland, and he immediately realized that the Ming army must have dug horse pits. Judging from this situation, there are countless horse pits extending all the way upstream and downstream. What a big deal.

That means the Ming army knew they were coming at least a few days ago. Wu Chan quickly recalled that the Ming army had built many smoke towers on the grasslands for this purpose. Damn it, why did they underestimate the enemy and not take precautions before, and why could the Ming army scouts come and go freely on the grasslands. You know, looting on the grasslands is like fine wine, and is deeply loved by the Mongols. Not to mention the Han people who are alone, even he, a Mongolian general who has been rolling on the grasslands for many years, dare not go alone. Why do the Han people have such courage? How can the Han people be more brave than the Mongols? Thinking of this, Wu Chan was deeply frustrated, and he also felt that the world had changed, and all the familiar things were fading away, but this was too scary, and he didn't dare to think deeply.

Through the hot sweat rising from the soldiers' marching, Zhao Xiao could only see three groups of Mongols in the distance. The group in the middle was getting smaller and smaller, and the group upstream had the smallest number of people, and was disappearing even faster. He thought to himself that there was no hope of keeping the two groups of enemies on the left and in the middle, and since he had insufficient troops, he might as well concentrate his forces to attack the largest group on the right.

He looked at the soldiers and asked, "Brothers, are you tired? But the Mongols came to kill your parents and enslave your relatives a few years ago. Now you have come to take revenge and save your relatives. Don't complain about being tired. Try harder and catch up."

This was passed on by layers of messengers, and the soldiers shouted and their pace really quickened.

"Sister, I'm here. I, I want to give you a chance to rest in peace."

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars."

"My brother, I want to save him."

These Ming soldiers were all from the people of Datong. A few years ago, Lin Danhan personally led the Mongolian army to invade, plundering 200,000 people and killing several times more. This blood feud was too fresh. Many people still remembered the appearance of their relatives and the memories of their dependence on each other. They remembered their giggling younger brother, their sensible sister who patted his belly with a fan to coax him to sleep, and their brother who took him to the mountains to collect firewood and shared the sweet fruits with him with a satisfied look. These relatives were either killed by the Mongols or plundered as slaves. This was an irreconcilable feud that made them cry in their dreams.

The Ming army screamed and rushed towardsTheir enemies.

The most unlucky Mongolian army downstream, they thought that the mountains downstream were relatively gentle, even if there were ambushes ahead, they could still cross the ridge to break through, so the number of people going downstream was the largest. However, they did not expect that the Ming army had dug countless horse traps on the grassland. They could not ride horses or walk. If they wanted to cross the river, the broken ice in the river would be piled up downstream. People crossed the river, but horses could not pass. Moreover, they had finally passed this section of road full of horse traps. Now they turned back and crossed the river in the upstream section without broken ice. They were very unwilling, and the Ming army came too fast, and they had no time.

At this moment, the five thousand Mongolians trapped in the downstream and in a dilemma could only hope that the horse traps in front of them would eventually end, and they could get through it as soon as possible and reach the section of the river with complete ice, so that they could quickly cross the river. Such a paradise is not far away, almost within reach.

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