The cavalry had to wait for the shelling to stop before attacking, and there were restrictions on playing detours here.

Because the width of the front is not enough, there are hillsides on the left and right, and I don't know how far the road is to get around the hill, so I don't know if I can walk through.

The cavalry flag officer Tubwen came from a small tribe in Inner Khalkha and was one of the more than 300 Mongols who took the initiative to join the "Red Banner Army" in Qingcheng the year before last.

Most of these people were left by the "Red Banner Army" to graze horses, and later they successively liberated several small Mongolian tribe slaves whose names they had never even heard of, and once again accepted some of the voluntary converts.

At present, there are more than 1,000 Mongolian young and middle-aged men working for the Huang Han, and there are more than 1,000 small Mongolian families, with a population of more than 5,000.

After investigation, more than 200 young Mongolian men who took the initiative to sign up for the army were 1,000 young men with a few bows and horses, and were reliably accepted as the cold-weapon cavalry of the "Red Banner Army."

These more than 200 people came from more than 200 Mongolian families, and they received military salaries, and their families were treated as military dependents, and their living conditions immediately opened up a gap with other herdsmen.

The young and middle-aged Mongolian people who were not selected are working hard, studying Chinese conscientiously to earn performance, and striving to pass the ruling of the magistrate in the next selection.

Tubwen has made meritorious contributions after joining the army, but unfortunately he can't be the chief flag officer due to insufficient literacy books, and now he is a small flag officer with the rank of sergeant.

His tribe was destroyed in the hands of the Karaqin people, and he instinctively hated the Karaqin people, but at this time, he couldn't help but have a small feeling of sadness for the rabbit and the fox.

Tubwen is a warrior on the steppe, accustomed to fighting with cold weapons, and since the selected Mongolian cold weapon cavalry are all good shooters without exception, they cannot be sacrificed to let them practice their own guns.

It stands to reason that Tubwen was a small flag officer who already had the rank of sergeant and could prepare to produce his own short gun, but the Mongol thought it was too troublesome and had to take responsibility, and was not happy to play with this new weapon.

All the guns in the "Red Banner Army" were numbered, and there was a detailed record of who used them, and if they lost their allotted guns, they faced a series of penalties such as demotion, beating sticks, and fines.

Tubwen was worried that he did not like to practice using the short gun and would be lost and was convicted, so he did not apply for it, but today he saw the cavalry rushing from all over the mountains and fields ravaging the artillery fire and bullets, and the people on their backs turned over and bled like rivers, and suddenly felt his liver tremble.

It's too terrifying, which means that it is basically useless to practice cavalry and archery in the face of guns since he was a child, and he can't help but secretly congratulate himself that he joined the "Red Banner Army", and it is impossible to fight fiercely with such a force from now on.

Tubwen now has a wife and a concubine at home, and a fat son who is just three months old. He is already in his thirties, and he finally lives a life without food and clothing, and he has no nostalgia for the prairie.

Because the grassland left him with the impression of constant raiding and killing, he once had three wives and four children, but now he doesn't know if he is still alive.

Tubwen loves his home in Tiger's Den City, loves his current woman, and loves his fat son even more.

He sincerely hoped that the "Red Banner Army" would be strong and that Tiger's Den City would never be affected by the flames of war, so he did not hesitate to fight for his life on the battlefield.

He knew that he was old, and that his service period was less than five years, because the "Red Banner Army" stipulated that the maximum age for soldiers and non-commissioned officers was 35 years old.

He thought he could fight, but he really had no confidence in reading Chinese characters, he was self-aware, and knew that it was no longer possible to become an officer and break through the service age, so he cherished every opportunity to participate in the war even more, and strived to be rewarded for meritorious service.

Tubwen's small banner has one cavalry from Tumut, one cavalry from Chahar, and the other eight are Han soldiers.

The "Red Banner Army" clearly stipulates that as long as they are robes, they do not distinguish between each other, so the few foreign soldiers in the cold-weapon cavalry are not discriminated against, and they are treated equally for their military exploits.

It is a pity that due to the strict cultural examination, there are very few people who can pass the test and break through the position of small flag officer to become the chief flag officer.

Only by striving for military merit and promotion to the ranks of sergeant, warrior, and warrior can they obtain higher treatment and honor.

At this moment, Tubwen was thinking about cutting down a few heads and capturing a few horses in the next attack, and striving to be able to upgrade to a warrior when he was rewarded for his merits.

Seeing a tragic situation within two hundred paces in front of the array, the corpses of war horses and Tartars were stacked on top of each other, and the war horses that were seriously injured and could not die for a while were struggling, and because of the rumbling of cannons, they could not hear the terrible neighing.

The tartar who had been shot and fell from his horse was holding a bubbling and bleeding wound, and his mouth was growing, and although he couldn't hear it clearly, he could guess that he was screaming for help.

Seeing that the Tartars began to flee, Huang Han gave the order to attack, and while the flag was waving, commanders at all levels were shouting in plain language to convey this very simple order, with only two words "ceasefire".

Soon the cannon fell silent, and at this time a shout broke out in the army, and the cavalry rushed forward one after another.

The gunners marched forward in formation with their own guns loaded with bayonets, and the three hundred laborers shouted and raised their ash poles and spears to kill out of the array.

After a while, after the sound of "poof, poof, ......" and the movement of guns and bayonets into the flesh, too many Tartars who had been shot and rolled on the ground in pain were relieved.

Even the edge of the Ming army's array was defeated without touching it, and the stunned and subu ground that ran back were like dead ashes, and the scene that had just happened was too scary, and the two Taiji, who were fighting almost every year, still had palpitations.

At this time, they finally understood that the "Red Banner Army" had nothing to fear, and they had cannons that bombarded faster than those loaded with arquebuses.

Running, running, there was a mournful neighing of the war horse and fell to the ground, and immediately the knight fell out of the distance, and his life and death were unknown.

It was a war horse that was hit by a scattered bullet and did not die for a while, and the owner was so frightened that he did not notice that the war horse was bleeding when he turned back and ran, and at this time too many war horses could no longer hold on and died on the spot.

There were bursts of shouts from the Ming cavalry behind, and everyone in the Tartars fled with their heads buried in their heads, and they all knew that as long as they ran one step slower at this time, the heads on the neck would become the Ming army's rewards for merit.

At this time, it has come to the time when the friends of the dead road do not die in the poor road, and when they do not seek to win the Ming army but only to win their companions, of course, no one will check the robe of the fallen horse.

The two Taiji were no exception at this time, and they were also racing at the end of the road, and there were "Bah, Bah, Bah!" from time to time behind them! The sound of the gun was heard, and the screams of the fallen horses under his command were heard.

The 2nd Battalion of the Western Expedition, which crossed Longfeng Mountain, has been in contact with the 1st Battalion, and the two battalions originally agreed to attack the winter assembly area of the left flank of Karaqin.

Who knew that the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, and the Tartars actually fainted, and went out to kill and rushed to Beizi Mountain to attack the first battalion of the Western Expedition led by Huang Han.