Luo Tangyuan looked at Ulunzhuzhige meaningfully: "The king's immortal life was originally heavenly, but it was the county lord's, as for informing the dragoons, ......"

He looked north, shook his head, and said, "It should be too late." ”

Ulenjurige's body shook for a moment, her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes were brighter, and after a moment of silence, she turned her horse away.

The majestic horn sounded, and the warriors of the tent gathered under the great chan that had once been the symbol of Naadam, and listened to Ulunzhurig shout loudly in Mongolian, and in a short time hundreds of knights followed her and galloped north.

Seeing the Sebuteng Boshuoktu who rushed out of the big tent and stomped his feet, Luo Tangyuan touched his chin and said to himself: "Damn, Zhang Longxiang is one, Wang Bu is not dead, and the good cabbage has let you stuffy goods be arched!" ”

Seventy miles south of Harajuer, on the shore of the golden sea, guns roared, sand and dust soared to the sky, Wang Tang spit out a mouthful of sand, looked at the Mongolian cavalry who were constantly throwing arrows around the sand dunes, gritted his teeth and said: "Luo Mao Demon, Lao Tzu's life is hanging on your mouth!" ”

On March 25, the 11th year of the Holy Dao, the Battle of Harayur broke out, and the dragoons were under the command of Wang Tanghe and more than 2,000 officers and soldiers were surrounded in the desert near the Golden Sea. The dragoons set up a circular defensive line with large carts, relying on sand dunes no more than two or three meters high, to resist the 5,000 Mongol cavalry led by Tsakhan Danzin's son Danba.

Less than 20 miles to the northwest, there were 7,000 Dzungar cavalry of Luo Buzang Cheling, and 30 miles to the northeast, 10,000 people from the Chahan Danjin headquarters and 2,000 people from the Chahan army of Luo Bu Zang were slowly approaching.

"This is a desperate battle, the weak lamb wants to take advantage of the fight between the fox wolves, but he doesn't expect that it is the target of the fox wolf."

In the northeast, listening to the faint sound of gunfire, Chahan Tenzin sighed with a hint of compassion.

Luo Buzang Chahan hurriedly echoed: "The Han people are the lambs, and the Gobi Plateau is the hometown of the warriors and the world of our Mongolians. ”

In the northwest, Luo Buzang Che Ling also looked at Xiao Celing Dun Duobu, who was closely guarded by his cronies, with pity: "This is not a betrayal, it is that their Han people are too incompetent, and it is not Chahan Danjin's turn to make a move." Even if I let you go, by the time you rush over, the Han people have already been killed by Danba. ”

Jin Zihai, Danba, who was extremely brave and heroic with a beard on his face, brandished a long knife with blood and shouted: "Kill."

The Mongol cavalry rolled outside the circle of the dragoons like a rolling tide, and feathered arrows and fire pots splashed in the circle like a torrential rain, and occasionally the smoke of muskets drifted from the circle. Behind the round formation of the carts, rows of white smoke burst out, knocking down the horses and warriors to the ground. Every now and then, a cloud of orange fireworks flickered outside the circle, and then a thunderous tremor sounded, tossing the sand and stumps of men and horses into the air.

The opponent pressed the opponent on a lonely sand dune, but the opponent's cart defense line was extremely strong, and the bullets fired from the cart on the sand dune not only hit far, but also forced Danba's troops to circle around the circle, shooting arrows and throwing fire cans while galloping.

The battle lasted for almost an hour, and Danba felt like a python circling around a turtle, never finding a place to speak. If it was surrounded for three days, these Han people who did not occupy the water source would naturally be besieged to death, but his father Khan sent people one after another to urge them to take them down in one go. Danba also knew that although Luo Bu Zangche Ling had reached an agreement in the distance, he had to be a little vigilant.

"Rush forward!"

Seeing that several large carts had been burned down by the fire pot, the chariot formation revealed a corner of Danba and greeted him, and hundreds of iron horsemen wearing chain mail, iron helmets, and leather armor on the front half of the war horse rushed towards the gap. …,

Puffy, fluffy......

Several rows of guns were like a rotation, and hundreds of bullets were fired in an instant, and a few more flowering bullets exploded in the shock team, and the people were hit by their horses, and hundreds of iron horsemen fell half of them before they could rush close to the circle. The rest of the iron horsemen crowded into the narrow passage, either tripped by the men and horses in front of them, or their mounts turned their hooves and refused to go further. A handful of skilled horsemen leaped in, knocked down a row of Han Chinese, and before they could slash with their sabers, they were knocked down by the Han generals with short guns.

A team of 100 iron cavalry only retreated thirty or forty horses, and Danba spat angrily: "Phew! Sure enough, it's a Han dog, so you know it's in the nest! ”

He beckoned to his subordinates again: "Go on!" If it doesn't work this time, it's here and there, next time! Let's see how long these dogs can nest! ”

With a bang, a flowering bullet exploded in the air, and several horsemen and horses crashed into a heap, and each of them hissed on the ground, as if laughing at Danba.

High in the sand dunes, Wang Tanghe pulled out the feather arrows on his shoulders and looked around the defensive line. Black smoke rises, blood flows, compared with the Mongols who served outside the circle array, there are not many dead dragoon officers and soldiers, many wounded, the cart circle formation has been damaged in many places, and has to be filled with horse corpses and even human corpses, he smiled bitterly: "It looks like it's going to die, Chen Songyue hasn't come yet, my king has to die again if he doesn't die, I'm not reconciled......"

As if echoing his unwillingness, the tide of cavalry, which was originally like a vortex and circling around the sand dunes, began to change, and the men and horses separated and rushed towards the south.

The sound of the low horse's hooves was so dense and neat that it was even more depressing than the 10,000-strong brigade, and Wang Tang let out a long breath and sat on the sand.

"The cavalry of the Han Chinese? Finally appeared, is there only this little trick, Harabtan! It's up to you! ”

Danba sneered, there are less than 3,000 Han people in the circle, and there are no Tibetans yet, there must be people and horses hidden behind, playing this kind of carving insect tricks, it is like sand and dust on this plateau, and there is no intention

As soon as he gave the order, the general Harabtan waved his mace, rode his horse and howled like a wolf, and led a group of cavalry to the south, and in a short time pulled out a tide of smoke and dust that was three or four miles wide on the front and two or three miles deep. Between the smoke and dust, the knights seemed to be stepping on a cloud and mist, about to collide head-on with the dust that was rolling from south to north, like a plough.

In today's era, the Mongol cavalry no longer regains the glory of Genghis Khan's era, and the Mangu tactics that were proud hundreds of years ago are no longer effective in the face of muskets and cannons. Even due to the division of the tribe, there is no longer the skillful battle skills of the thousand-man team and the 10,000-person team, and because of poverty and defeat, there are fewer and fewer cavalrymen who can wear armor.

But this did not detract from the prestige of the Mongol cavalry, which was still a fearsome presence in the Black Sea, the Caspian Sea, and even the Volga River. With his innate horsemanship and hard-working archery skills, as well as the saber skills that blended the strengths of each family, no cavalryman was absolutely sure that he would survive a one-on-one fight with the Mongol cavalry.

And the cavalry of the Han Chinese...... Do the Han people have cavalry? Except for the Hui Han horse teams in Shaanxi and Gansu, they fought against the Han cavalry from the south, and if one person did not split ten, he was not a qualified Mongolian cavalry at all.

With a shield in one hand and a mace in the other, Harabtan's heart was filled with pride in sweeping the wilderness, and he rushed to the front of nearly two thousand men. When the smoke and dust in front of him were almost a few feet away, he picked up his mace and puffed up his eyes, ready to smash the first poor fellow into meat sauce.

The other party's smoke and dust...... Why is it so much thicker than on your side?

When the spirit was at its highest point, such a thought flashed through Harabtan's heart. …,

The smoke and dust hedged, and the world suddenly changed in front of him, and Harabtan's breath was crushed by a long fiery red wall suddenly pushed in the dust and mist, and the mace in his hand subconsciously waved down, and with a click, a spear, no, even something that could only call a long wooden pole was broken.

But before he could draw his mace back, two spears slammed into his iron-clad body, and the spears broke, and Harabtan crashed into a tree, flying upside down from his galloping mount and slamming into the ground.

The horse neighed, and his mount seemed to knock down an enemy, but this had no effect on the rest of the encounter.

Bang Dang...... Kara......

The horse's hooves stomped heavily on his iron armor, and Harabtan could hear his ribs snap, thrust upside down, puncture his lungs, and pierce his back.

Lying on his back, Harabtan faintly saw that a wall of men and horses was advancing steadily, and each knight was less than a horse's body apart. The eyeballs turned forward again, and a hundred steps away, another horizontal wall crushed them, and the spears stood steadily, just like the ancestors who told their ancestors about the Mongolian cavalry that galloped on the eastern and western continents in the past, and the situation when they fought against the infantry in formation.

"Trick...... Lai ......"

Before the second horizontal wall was crushed, Harabtan swallowed his last breath, and the last thought that flashed through him was full of unwillingness.