Chapter 1067: The Cavalry of the Changxing Army (Ask for Subscription) (Page 1/1)

Yue Tuo gritted his teeth and made a decision to turn around and leave immediately, he didn't want to stay here for a moment. Changxingjun will definitely not just set fire and shell a few more times, with his understanding of Zhang Dou, I am afraid that he will not be able to leave if he doesn't leave!

Geshha, who reported the news, hesitated and asked cautiously: "Lord Belle! We still have more than 3,000 flags here, and they ......"

Under Yue Tuo's forced gaze, Goshha immediately closed his mouth and honestly followed behind Yue Tuo.

When they came to their dwellings, they took out their horses, stepped on them, and disappeared into the night.

Under the cover of the Divine Fire Crow and artillery, the Changxing Army launched a counterattack against the enemy by the light of the fire.

In the darkness of the night, iron-clad figures were running rapidly, and each time they caught up with an enemy, several bayonets poked at them.

It was already burned, and then it was bombarded by the early sun cannon, and finally encountered a surprise attack by the Changxing army, and the Mongols were still in a daze and fled by the Changxing army.

There was no warning of a rout, and even Oba, the patriarch, was powerless.

The Mongols, who had suffered more than half of the casualties in the past few days of hard fighting, had not won successive victories and occupied several trenches of the Changxing army, they would have been unable to hold on.

All kinds of discontent have long been spreading in the hearts of the Mongols, and have reached a critical point.

Anyone who was driven to the front of the Changxing army to die had a mood of resistance, let alone these Mongols who had no discipline at all.

At first, there was the temptation to invade the Ming city and loot the property, but later it became a looting of the Changxing army to avenge the Mongolian brothers who died in the war.

and then kept sending them to death, no matter how beautiful the lie was, it couldn't hide the fact that they had already suffered more than half of the casualties.

Even if you don't have your life, what else can you talk about, the selfless are all saints, as long as they are mortals, they will take care of their own lives.

On this night, the Changxing army attacked first with fire, then artillery, and finally with a resolute assault, and it is not surprising that the Mongols collapsed.

Oba fled with the rout, but with deep remorse, his Korqin was finished.

This time, almost all the warriors of the Horqin Department were brought with him, even if he could escape the pursuit of the Changxing Army, how many people would be left?

If there were no warriors in their Horqin tribe, would the hungry wolves who were looking around them miss the opportunity to occupy the Horqin steppe?

I'm afraid that the Jurchens who are anxious to need the population will not let go of their Horqin tribe, and now he can only try to gather his warriors and try to bring these survivors back to the Horqin steppe.

The Changxing army pursued the Mongols all the way, and even they themselves did not know how many enemies they had killed along the way.

The corpses of the Mongols had already covered several trenches, and many Changxing soldiers were so tired that they fell directly to the ground.

They waited too long and sacrificed so much for the night's victory. If there was no forbearance before, there would be no such happy victory.

They didn't stop until they reached the edge of the first trench, and at this moment the sky was already a little bright, and a red sun was rising.

Ma Jingbo stood on the edge of the trench where he had been stationed, holding a short spear in one hand and holding his knee with the other, panting for breath.

It was this familiar trench that made nearly half of his soldiers fall, and from the moment he withdrew, he secretly determined to take it with his own hands.

Tonight he stood on this trench again, and couldn't help but think of the robes that had been sacrificed.

Thinking of those familiar figures, there was a nameless anger burning in his heart, and when he turned his head slightly and saw the more than thirty captured Mongols out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but flash a trace of ruthlessness.

After a while, a soldier came to Ma Jingbo's side and whispered, "My lord! It's all done as you commanded, this ......! ”

Ma Jingbo glared at him and said, "If it's done, light the fire, what are you doing!" ”

"My lord! The crime of killing prisoners is not small, and it is not worth it for the sake of this group of Mongols. Or let's ......" Before the soldier could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ma Jingbo.

"Kill prisoners? Which eye did you see that Lao Tzu killed a prisoner, it was the group of Mongols who were killed by a grenade without opening their eyes, what does it have to do with Lao Tzu! If you don't dare to start, get out of the way, Lao Tzu will personally avenge the brothers! Ma Jingbo said and walked forward.

The soldier suddenly became anxious, stretched out his hand and grabbed Ma Jingbo and said loudly: "My lord! The small one must have never fought in every battle, and this thing is done by the small one, just look at it! ”

With that, the soldier strode towards the dozens of Mongols who were tied in a circle with ropes, and in the center of this group of Mongols there were five or six grenades tied together.

A long rope of fire was drawn out of the crowd and led a dozen paces away.

This group of Mongols had all seen the horror of grenades, and when they saw the Changxing army approaching with fire folds in their hands, they immediately realized something.

A group of them began to struggle desperately, and the gagged mouths let out "Woo! The Changxing soldier ignored the Mongols' struggles and reached out to light the rope.

Looking at the rapidly burning arquebus, the soldier whispered: "Brothers, let's go, my Sun Wenhai has avenged you." May you not be lonely in the heavenly spirits, these Mongols are the sacrifice to you! ”

With a bang, dozens of Mongols flew into the sky.

Oba fled from the trench position of the Changxing army with the remnants of the defeated army, only to find that the Han had not caught up, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After a rough count of the number of people around him, Oba's nose was sour and tears fell.

There are less than 10,000 Mongols with him now, compared to the more than 40,000 people when he set out from Zhenwubao, how desolate he is at this moment.

He didn't plan to participate in the troubled waters of the Jurchens and the Changxing Army, and he didn't plan to go back to Zhenwu Fort, and it was the best choice to return directly to the Horqin Prairie.

Afterwards, even if Huang Taiji blamed him, there was no way, and the most important thing was to protect the Horqin Prairie first.

It is believed that even if Huang Taiji can expel the Changxing army, there will be heavy casualties, and their Horqin Department is still the target of the Jurchens.

As soon as Oba made up his mind and wanted to give the order to retreat, he felt a tremor of the ground beneath his feet.

Then came the rumbling of horses' hooves, and in the early morning sun, Oba saw thousands of horsemen rushing towards them.

Oba immediately ordered to be vigilant, was it reinforcements sent by the Jurchens? In that case, he won't be able to go!

Soon he had a clear view of the cavalry, with its iconic half-body plate armor, helmet with visor, and especially the majestic horse under its crotch.

Could it be that these cavalrymen and horses of the army have been in the army for a long time? With such cavalry, why should they still defend?

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