Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

The servant kowtowed desperately: "Your Majesty, Prince Duoluo Baturu has been killed by the Yan army, and they are heading towards our camp!"

"Impossible! My fourth brother is invincible!"

Looking at the herdsmen running around in panic, Wu Keshan's rectangular monkey-like face instantly lost all color.

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As the various tribes of the Jirim League reacted, more and more Mongolian cavalry came to support and protect their herdsmen and cattle and sheep. Some strong herdsmen also picked up various weapons and mounted their horses to fight for the tribe.

"Eternal Heaven bless you!!"

Tens of thousands of cavalrymen came galloping, awe-inspiring. These Mongols galloped on the prairie while shouting and howling strangely. This has always been their method of fighting. This way they can increase their confidence and increase the psychological pressure on the enemy.

It's just like the B movement when the Stuka dives, it has the same effect.

But soon, they will understand one thing, sir, times have changed.

Volume 434: Chapter Chapter : Training

"Build two horizontal wall formations!"

The command flag was waved, and orders were given from the center of the army. The volunteer cavalry formed a tight line on the grassland according to their skilled formation, with battalions as units, two battalions in a group, with people and horses next to each other. This was the famous Napoleon cavalry tactics.

The firearms equipped by a Volunteer cavalry usually include: a Heding rifle, one or two revolving pistols. However, when the cavalry is charging, they are basically running at high speed and cannot aim and fire normally. Even if they fire, they can only fire one shot and have no time to reload.

Therefore, the Heding rifle was undoubtedly a burden to the charging cavalry. Sometimes the cavalry felt that the musket was a hindrance and simply discarded it before charging. They were then punished by military law because the logistics staff would be so angry at this kind of behavior that they would go straight up and hit the cavalry even if no one stopped them.

A revolver can be of some use in close combat, but a pistol can only fire five or six rounds, and after that it's no different from scrap metal.

The function of the Heding rifle is that it can only be used when the cavalry is dismounted to fight, and its formation is equivalent to that of infantry.

Therefore, the Volunteers did not have much of an advantage in firearms, and could only rely on new tactics to widen the gap with their contemporary cavalry, even though these people also brought with them a group of humanoids that were hundreds of years ahead of their time.

In this tactic, all the cavalrymen were lined up in a row with a very close distance between them. The width of each cavalryman was about one meter on the left and right. There were 400 cavalrymen in a battalion, which was a horizontal row of nearly one mile.

There are two battalions in a group and two horizontal rows, which means eight hundred people are divided into two rows, front and back, in one group. The cavalry in the two horizontal rows are about one meter apart, maximizing the cavalry's charge effect.

On the battlefield, a group of just a few hundred people cannot form enough impact force. The volunteers charge in groups, with each group ten meters apart, and attack at the same time. Once the charge begins, they will attack the enemy like waves, one after another, until the enemy is knocked to the shore and cannot move.

The cavalry's charge was accelerating, and both sides began to deploy their formations and move forward slowly.

Seeing that the Mongolian army was advancing and preparing to charge, the volunteers who had already formed a battle formation did not move at all, and quietly waited for the order from the central army.

At a distance of 130 to 200 steps from the enemy, the flag bearer raised his hand and gave the order.

A horn sounded from the center of the army, and officers from all the divisions shouted, "Prepare to charge, draw your weapons, and advance in small steps!"

At that time, there was the sound of steel colliding, and the cavalrymen drew their swords. The upright sabers flashed silver. As if feeling the atmosphere of war, some war horses snorted and made a noisy sound by stomping on the ground.

With the sound of trumpets, they slowly accelerated, and rows of cavalrymen advanced in unison and began to gallop slowly. They were arranged more closely, and even when they later let their horses gallop, they remained united and close, with rows of sabers pointing diagonally forward.

Hearing the rumbling sound and looking ahead at the rows of enemy troops coming towards them like an iron pagoda or a wall, the Mongols were stunned, but many of them showed mocking expressions.

Prince Badali of Tushetu laughed and said, "I really don't understand. I heard that the Great Yan Emperor is a man of great talent and strategy, so why did he send a fool to lead the army?"

Some Mongolian generals who knew about military affairs nodded repeatedly. They also couldn't understand why the other side actually used tens of thousands of cavalry as infantry, and crowded together like this. As long as our Mongolian army fired a few rounds of upward fire during the charge, the other side would surely suffer heavy casualties. Everyone really laughed at Jiang Han's lack of strategy and the general's lack of wisdom.

"I don't know which wicked person came up with this tactic, it harms others and yourself!"

Wu Keshan underestimated him. Even if the other side won by relying on their numbers, their losses would not be small. To use a saying of the Han people, if they kill one thousand enemies, they will lose eight hundred of their own. Isn't this immoral?

The Mongolian light cavalry was unrivaled in the world, and their best skill was mounted archery. In the eyes of an excellent Mongolian cavalryman, it was a fool's errand to drive the war horses into a large-scale charge and engage in head-on confrontation, especially when this was a life-threatening move.

Therefore, the Zasaks of various Mongolian tribes had already figured out the next tactics in their minds. If they charged into the enemy formation, the Mongolian warriors would still suffer heavy casualties in the enemy's desperate fight. This was a stupid thing that must be avoided at all costs!

Only by making full use of the Mongols' unique skills and archery on horseback can we completely annihilate the enemy with the least casualties!

When they were a hundred steps away from the enemy, the central army received another order, and the generals of each unit shouted with all their might: "All troops, march forward quickly!"

Following the command, the flags in each column stretched out diagonally forward, and all the cavalry of the Volunteer Army accelerated. The scene of thousands of horses galloping was extremely shocking.

Thousands of horses were galloping, the sound of hooves was like thunder, the cavalry of both sides were getting closer and closer, and their determination to fight was growing. The Mongolian army held bows and arrows, ready to enter the range and teach the volunteer cavalry a profound lesson.

"Ula!"

Amidst the shouts, the sound of bowstrings continued to snap, and the Mongolian cavalry shot arrows forward like locusts.

The Mongols were very powerful, and the first few arrows were fired at a very fast speed, with wave after wave of arrows shooting directly at the volunteer cavalry coming from the front.

Those arrows were so powerful and heavy that anyone who was hit by them would basically be thrown off their horse. Although the horses hit by arrows would not fall down immediately, they would be in pain and fury, and some knights would also be thrown off their horses.

However, for some reason, the accelerating cavalry formations of the Great Yan army were almost unaffected, and the rain of arrows seemed to have fallen in vain, only hitting very few enemy troops.

A group of two horizontal rows of cavalry covered an area only six meters wide, with the front and back groups ten meters apart. The Mongolian army could only rely on their luck when drawing cards if they wanted to hit the high-speed cavalry formation with their upward shooting. However, the ultraviolet rays on the grassland made their faces darker and they also had severe plateau redness.

When the enemy was thirty steps away, the political commissar in the middle of the first row of cavalry raised his weapon and shouted with all his might: "Charge with me!"

All the buglers of the Ming army blew the charge, and the first group of 800 cavalrymen immediately pointed their swords forward, as if to stab. Ten meters later, the second group of cavalry followed closely, with their weapons raised high, ready to go.

The battle was boiling, and the riders, who had been silent for a long time, cheered like thunder: "Great Yan wins!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Great Flame Dragon Rider, kill!"

The front-row cavalry of the Volunteer Army pushed the speed of their horses to the limit and rushed madly towards the Mongolian army not far away.

Amid the sound of hooves as dense as a torrential rain, the two cavalry streams finally collided with each other. The collision of the cavalry formations of both sides made a loud bang, and all kinds of tragic noises were heard at the scene.

After the dull sound of impact, people and horses fell to the ground, horses neighed, soldiers howled, and the sounds of broken bones and weapons colliding occurred one after another, which was extremely tragic.

Amidst the loud noise and the bloody light, some of the knights who had fallen to the ground were instantly trampled into pulp, red blood mist filled the air, and some blood and flesh fragments flew up.

In this brutal collision, even though the volunteers were not wearing armor, they still had the advantage.

Although the Mongolian cavalry had excellent riding skills, they had previously been lightly equipped in order to increase their speed. In particular, the attacking formation was sparse and loose. Faced with the densely packed and imposing volunteer army formation that advanced like a wall, the Mongolian cavalry were not used to it. They became frightened before the battle even began, and their momentum was suddenly weakened.

Some Mongolian cavalry even rode away in fear when they saw the volunteers riding on the wall and charging towards them.

Amid the deafening roar of killing, the first group of 800 Great Flame Dragon Cavalrymen rode against each other, shouting "Victory!" and pushed forward like a wall. Like a large bulldozer, they swept across and knocked down a large number of Mongolian cavalry.

The ancestral graves of some Mongolian cavalrymen were smoking. At this critical moment of life and death, they used extremely superb horsemanship to cleverly weave through the gaps between the rapidly advancing volunteers. Wu Feng shook his head when he saw such riding skills.

However, before the Mongolian light cavalry who had escaped the disaster could recover, they had to face the wall-like cavalry formation behind them. The same momentum, the same experience, although not at the same time, but the same retreat...

The sparse array of the Mongolian cavalry was obviously at a great loss when faced with this head-on tactic. In an instant they were surrounded by the fence, and their horses and men fell to the ground, being mercilessly trampled by the volunteers who followed behind.

There was already chaos in front, and the Mongolian cavalry behind were rushing forward due to inertia. They looked at the Yan cavalry charging recklessly, and an ominous premonition arose in everyone's mind. They didn't know how to respond, should they charge or not?

The volunteers riding on the wall rushed in like a flood and were close in a flash. Their front row held long spears and sabers, which made people feel chilled. The Mongolian cavalry along the way finally ran to both sides like a tide after making a choice, and no one dared to face their sharp edge.

With bursts of strange cries, the Mongolian cavalry quickly dispersed to both wings and began to use their most proficient harassment tactics, shooting arrows from the side in an attempt to break the wall formation.

However, it would be better if you didn't go to the two wings. The two wings were full of fast-moving Iron Bloods responsible for the encirclement mission on the outside. The Patrolmen stared at these Mongolian cavalry like the Reaper, and opened fire as soon as they went to the outside.

There was a chilling sound of gunfire explosion, and the Mongolian cavalry who were drawing their bows and arrows on the flank fell off their horses with screams of fear. Even though they were excellent horsemen, they could not avoid the frequent bullets.

A large number of bullets flew in the air, making the harassing Tatars miserable. They fled in panic, looking for another opportunity to fight.

The battle line was too long and the number of Mongolian cavalry was small, so their formation became chaotic and they were cut apart by the volunteers.

The Mongolian cavalry who wanted to evacuate were caught up by the iron-blooded humanoids and forced back. The war horses' speed of 50 kilometers per hour was still a bit insufficient in front of the humanoids, who could easily catch them and take them for a walk. After being stuck, the two sides fought again. More and more Tatar soldiers and horses on both wings fell down, and many people did not dare to harass them anymore and were in a panic.

There were also some ignorant Tatar soldiers who made a big circle on the flank. Seeing that most of the cavalry of the Volunteer Army had gone into battle, leaving only a small number of troops to guard the imperial carriage in the center, they rushed over quickly, wanting to kill the general and seize the flag, capture the enemy general alive, and restore the Mongolian glory.

What is most in short supply on the battlefield is people who have made contributions. Amid a burst of courageous shouts, hundreds of Mongolian cavalry rushed straight to the place where the dragon flag of the volunteer army was located.

"Are these Mongolians crazy...?"

Several big Flame Dragon Riders looked at these Mongolian cavalry charging towards the direction of 191, and they were a little confused. If you want to die, you don't have to be so aggressive, right?

Even so, allowing the enemy to come before the main general was like a slap in the face of the Great Flame Dragon Cavalry. A group of cavalrymen quickly rushed towards these ignorant Mongolian cavalrymen.

"die!"

When it comes to close combat, facing the Great Flame Dragon Cavalry wearing sophisticated iron armor and riding fine horses, this group of ignorant Mongolian cavalry are like a group of jumping little chickens, at the mercy of anyone.

In the terrified eyes of the Tartars, this battalion of Flame Dragon Cavalry was like a group of war gods, charging left and right in their own army formation, knocking away, knocking over, or piercing. The Mongolian cavalry who wanted to make a contribution were hit head-on and let out a shrill scream.

Apart from leaving behind a pile of dead bodies, they fled away in terror.

A tide of cavalry surged across the land, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the front-line fence of the volunteers had reached its highest state.

The officers in the rows shouted, "Keep in formation! Charge!"

Amid the sound of thundering hooves, the volunteers were in high spirits and unstoppable, charging straight into the center of the Mongolian army where the wolf flag was.

Faced with the overwhelming momentum of the Volunteer Cavalry, the Mongolian cavalry in the rear who were preparing to fight changed color and were completely stunned.

The two to three thousand elite Mongolian cavalry in front were almost wiped out in a short period of time. The remaining ones fled to the two wings in panic, and then were stared at by the human figures on the side and driven back to the army like sheep. I guess they would go crazy if they survived...

"It's over, my tribe is over!"

A zasak collapsed to the ground on the spot. Hundreds of elite Mongolian cavalrymen from his tribe went to attack, but they were submerged without even a splash of water.

"Why is this happening? This is different from what we agreed on before. Didn't they say that the Great Yan army only knew how to use artillery, which was cumbersome?"

The Adam's apples of a group of Mongolian princes and zasaks kept rolling up and down. They felt dry mouths and tongues, and were terrified in their hearts. The formation of the Dayan army was too strong!

Seeing the other side approaching, Wu Keshan asked anxiously: "Taiji, what should we do?"

Prince Tushetu Badali was determined to become more powerful, so he gave up the title bestowed by the Qing court and changed back to the respectful title used by the Mongolians in the past.

Badali was also in disbelief and was hesitant. Logically, if something went wrong, it would be time for him to run away, but his cattle, sheep and women...

"Taiji, give us a decision! The enemy is coming!"

Badali gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "We can't retreat. Our people and cattle and sheep are all nearby. We can't run away!"

Wu Keshan and the Mongols looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. Many of them looked ashen. Without their people and cattle and sheep, they were like dogs that had lost their homes.

Badali's forehead was covered with cold sweat as he heard the rumbling of iron hooves in front of him. He immediately said, "Order those lowly herdsmen and slaves to stop them! Our cavalry will follow behind and charge at them when their formation is disrupted!"

Time is life. Several Zasaks did not dare to hesitate, let alone be negligent. They ordered all the troops from their respective tribes to attack.

More than 2,000 Manchu cavalry under Lai Mubu also attacked!

The Mongolian army, consisting of Mongolian cavalry and herdsmen, numbered tens of thousands. They gathered together in sparse groups. This was almost all their strength. Except for women and children, all the men participated in the battle.

Volume 435: Chapter Chapter : After the War

The flags of the Great Yan Army were flying high, the cavalrymen were close to each other, fighting side by side, and the cavalrymen in the rear filled the vacancies left by the dead in the front.

Seeing more and more Mongols in front of him, the vanguard general in the front row shouted again: "Volunteers, charge!"

"kill!"

The charging cavalrymen shouted with all their might and raised their weapons high again. They had already seen the unrest of the Tartars in front of them, who were turning around in panic on their horses.

The Yan army surged forward like a tide, and the Mongolian soldiers in front of them stared with wide eyes and unconcealed fear on their faces. Are these Yan army crazy? How come they are different from the Ming army they encountered before? Isn't it said that the Han people are spineless and will run away as long as they fight? What kind of suffering is this?

"These Han people are crazy, run!"

The psychological defenses of some Mongols collapsed quickly. They turned their horses and ran away while shouting. Before leaving, they did not forget to create chaos and stab their own people in the back. This was even rarer than being a traitor, and the faces of several Mongolian Zasaks behind them turned pale.

After searching for more than a month, it can be said that every volunteer soldier has been holding back his anger. Now that they have finally seen the real culprit, they are determined to kill him and intensify their efforts.

Many Mongols were unwilling to fight the Volunteers at such a desperate risk of their lives. If they could not defeat them, wouldn't they be foolish to continue fighting? They shouted and fled from both wings.

The cavalry maintains a relatively intact formation before engaging the enemy, and when accelerating the charge it will cause an instantaneous maximum impact on the enemy line.

There was a violent collision, and people and horses were thrown to the ground. Just as a few sharp screams were heard on the battlefield, there was another loud bang, and the second group of volunteers had taken over.

The entire volunteer cavalry team was like waves hitting the shore, rolling in layer by layer, wave after wave, ruthlessly attacking the sparse and scattered Mongolian army.

In a blink of an eye, the volunteer army flooded the area like a tide. The Mongolian army was either knocked over or killed. Those who escaped were quickly caught up by the iron-blooded mobile forces and eliminated. The whole world was filled with the indescribable sound of dying despair.

Seeing the Yan cavalry rushing towards them with great momentum, the front line collapsed at the first touch. Without any hesitation, Badali, who was commanding on the hill, immediately mounted his horse and left, not daring to stop any longer.

Faced with the tremendous pressure from the Yan army, many proud Mongolian warriors fought hard. Soon, as soon as they picked up their weapons, blood gushed out of their bodies, dyeing the ground beneath their feet red.

On a hill not far away, there were densely packed horses with large and small bags on their backs, and some helpless herdsmen were standing on the hill.

At this moment, they stared in amazement at the rows of volunteer cavalry coming like a wall, and the raised sabers shining coldly in the sun.

Decades later, some elderly Mongolian elders still remember this battle that changed the world's cavalry combat mode.

"Da Yan's army is like soldiers from heaven. Their spears, sabers, and muskets are like the iron orders of the King of Hell. Anyone who stands in front of them will surely die!"

"That day, our Taiji fled shamefully, abandoning his children and leaving behind tens of thousands of corpses..."

"We lost our cattle and sheep, but from now on, we are also the people under the rule of Dayan. Our lives are much better than before. Thank you, Emperor Dayan. What kind of person is Taiji? I am really unfamiliar with him. Emperor Dayan, I want to be your dog..."