At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 127 Battle in Mobei!

"Too much deception, simply too much deception!"

Yexian's eyes were red, like a wild beast, he smashed the things in his hand to the ground.

It was a woman's obscene garment.

Together with the obscene clothes, there is also a golden knife.

The golden knife shows the identity of the captive, and the obscene clothes express the attitude of the Ming army.

This time they sent obscene clothes, so I won't be able to tell next time.

Maybe it's a part of a human body, or a naked living person.

The Ming army's move was like riding on the neck and diarrhea.

"Pass down the order and prepare for a decisive battle with the Ming army!"

"Teacher, are you not going back?"

These days, the Ming army approached step by step, and Wala retreated step by step, everyone is used to it.

He suddenly said that he wanted to fight, but he was not used to it.

Ye Xian couldn't help roaring: "Behind me is the Onan River, where should I go?"

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, it's that he really can't fight.

Therefore, in the face of the aggressive offensive of the Ming army, they had no choice but to endure and retreat again and again.

However, bad news continued one after another, the Orkhon camp was flattened, Boyan died in battle, and Qi Qike, who went out to recruit soldiers, also fell into the hands of the Ming army and was humiliated.

Things have come to this, is there a way out...

Crossing the Onan River is the place of bitter cold in the extreme north. If you escape there, you may be able to save your life, but if your family is gone, what's the use of keeping this life?

let's hit!

Just like the Ming army in Tumubao, they broke the boat and fought with their backs.

Fight!

If he wins, he can continue to dominate the grassland, and even send his troops south.

If you lose, it will disappear!

I don't like this bird!

woo woo woo...

The low horn sounded, and countless Oirats began to gather.

This crowd of people is already all the strength of the Wala people, and they are rushing towards the Ming army like a tide.

In front, the Ming army has already begun to set up chariot formations and reject horses.

The only way to break through the Ming army's chariot formation is to attack it in a dense formation, otherwise, the scattered cavalry is almost the same as sending them to death.

This is also the place of greatest concern.

Because of the intensive charge, it happened to give the artillery of the Ming army an opportunity.

But at this point, there is no way out, only to fight to the death.

He took a deep breath, and then slowly called out two words.

"attack!"

At this time, the Ming army's chariot formation had already been arranged.

Zhu Qizhen was riding a horse, standing under the big banner, looking ahead quietly.

As the coach, he shouldn't be so forward, but he still insists on standing here.

The Oirats are now fighting to the death, and their cavalry will launch a frenzied impact.

This battle will be related to the ownership of the grassland. If a hole is torn apart by the Oirats, the entire army may be defeated in an instant.

Today, he wants to destroy Yexian's last ray of hope with his own hands, and completely end the century-old grievances between Da Ming and Bei Yuan!

The generals were silent.

They stared closely at the big banner behind the emperor. At this moment, what they thought of was Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Lan Yu...

The generals who were invincible at the time have long since passed away. After Emperor Taizong, there has never been an army horse that can defeat the main force of Mongolia.

Today, they are making history.

It seemed that the heroic spirits of the ancestors were attached to them at this moment.

The commanders of each camp led their troops into their own positions.

A series of military orders were continuously conveyed between the positions.

The [-] Ming army set up their formations and made final preparations.

Zhu Qizhen pulled out the long sword at his waist, he looked up at the sky, under the sky, countless heroic spirits of the ancestors were looking at him.

"Kill the enemy!"

rumbling...

rumbling...

Countless horseshoes stepped over, and the entire grassland trembled.

Facing the Oirat cavalry who were like a flood of gates, the Ming army instinctively felt fear.

Although all the way forward, they were all chasing after the Oirats. This was the first time that such a face-to-face decisive battle had occurred.

Zhu Qizhen was even more aware of this. If the Ming army wanted to completely overcome this psychological barrier, there was no better way than defeating the enemy army head-on.

"Fan Zhong, let's move forward."

"No, Your Majesty!"

Fan Zhong was very anxious, swords and guns had no eyes on the battlefield, what would happen to the [-] troops behind him if he was hit by a stray arrow?

Zhu Qizhen said calmly: "Let all the soldiers see that I, like everyone else, is right in front of the battle!"

Fan Zhong had no choice but to pass on the order, and the personal soldiers worked hard to protect the safety of the emperor.

Zhu Qizhen didn't let the artillery start to attack, because if he attacked now, he could certainly defeat the vanguard of the Oirats, but the army behind might just run away.

After all, he was forced to come to the decisive battle earlier. If he met him face-to-face, he would beat people away. Mobei is so big, you can't take 10 people to search for it all over the map, right?
If the remaining Wala people find a place to develop wretchedly, they will make a comeback when their wings mature.

Therefore, we must seize this opportunity and destroy it completely.

Now we have to wait, let the Oirat forwards rush to the front of the formation, and then order the artillery to cut off the team behind them.

Only in this way can the entire Oala army fall into the battlefield, unable to leave, but to fight.

Sure enough, the Oirats did not use their best tactics, and wandered around the periphery first, waiting for an opportunity to charge. Obviously, the Oirats were extremely afraid of the artillery of the Ming army, and they only hoped to rush into the car formation immediately and fight fiercely with the Ming army.

Countless war horses came from all directions.

"Runner, fire!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
Countless lead bullets, like locusts, shot out quickly, and people fell to the ground in the Oala formation.

More Oirats were still brandishing knives and galloping on horses.

Even the Wala man who was shot, just let out a muffled grunt and fell off his horse.

People in the desert have long looked down on life and death, and today, they don't care about life and death.

Thousands of horses were galloping, and the countless Wala people, who were so red-eyed, charged forward like crazy, completely ignoring the firecrackers in front of them.

Finally, the vanguard of the Oirats rushed to the front of the bright formation.

Zhu Qizhen raised his clenched fist suddenly, and the herald waved the military flag.

Rumble!
The Shenji Battalion received the signal, and the artillery began to attack.

Countless shells hit the rear of the Oirats, and with a bang, the flower bomb exploded instantly, and countless iron filings and lead pellets scattered out. The nearby Oirats screamed instantly and fell off their horses.

At the same time, the leading Oirat cavalry rushed into the chariot formation.

"kill!"

The crowded Ming army stabbed out their spears one after another.

The Ming army on the front line is mostly the most elite personal soldiers. Their combat experience is very rich, and they immediately attacked the Oirats who rushed into the chariot formation.

The Oirats were already fighting with their lives, regardless of casualties, and rushed to the car formation desperately.

However, all they saw was a steady stream of Ming troops, swarming up with spears or shields.

Whenever the Oirats rushed out of a gap with their lives, they were blocked by the Ming army again in the next second.

Countless corpses of Oirats and unowned horses piled up like a mountain.

But the hill piled up with corpses was quickly used by the Oara people who came later. They rode their horses, and with the help of the corpses, they became a ladder to climb up the chariot formation. He jumped out of the car and entered the formation of the Ming army.Like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, it rushed into the dense formation of the Ming army, or was stabbed with a spear, or trampled on the officers and soldiers of the Ming army with a horse, and slashed randomly with a knife.

Human lives fell like a mustard, and the beautiful grassland has turned into a Shura battlefield.

(End of this chapter)