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Chapter 239

"My lord, hurry up at [-] miles. The Oirats harassed the border again. The soldiers approached the entrance of Xifeng. The messenger soldiers have arrived at the palace. The emperor summoned them urgently!" Ma Du said eagerly.

"Good time! Ma'am, eat slowly, don't wait for me tonight, go to bed early." Zeng Yunfeng finished his meal and prepared to change clothes to enter the palace.

In the autumn of the third year of Xuande, the Wara people actually harassed the border again. Zeng Yunfeng was very happy when he heard the news, and finally had an excuse to deal with these grassland tribes.

This time, we must work with Emperor Xuande to completely wipe out the Oirats. This time, the Third Imperial Battalion must let the Mongolian tribes know that Daming's beard should not be easily stroked.

In the Forbidden City Shangshufang, Yang Shiqi and others are all present, and the atmosphere is very dignified.

"The country is humiliated, foreign enemies invade, I am the general, Xifengkou, I will personally go to this battle!" Emperor Xuande said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Shiqi stood up eagerly and said, "Your Majesty, how can you do it yourself?"

"Now it's Mahamu who came to my door. The capital is presided over by Mr. Yang Ge. There's no need to talk about it. That's it." The emperor said firmly.

"If you want to conquer personally, I request you to accompany me." Zeng Yunfeng said.

Emperor Xuande glanced at it and said, "Yes!"

Yang Shiqi was also relieved when he heard that, the emperor was a little older than his son, and his heart was in his throat. If something happened to the emperor, once the young emperor came to the throne, the ruler would doubt the country, and the country would be in great trouble.

However, Emperor Xuande and Zeng Yunfeng had already made up a strategy to lure the enemy deeper, and he would stick his head out only if the old fox Mahamu from Wala felt that it was profitable and even had a chance of victory.

After a few simple contact battles, the grassland tribes were full of confidence.

The Wala people and the Ming army confronted each other at the entrance of Xifeng, and the horses neighed. These grassland tribes were already in a state of madness. Once Zhu Di left, their confidence swelled beyond measure.

"My lord, please lead the [-] battalion to charge ahead." Zeng Yunfeng begged.

"Chen Yanqing, you are about to reach your destiny, and you are still working so hard." Emperor Xuande said with a smile.

"It's still early. At the age of seventy, I can still open a five-stone bow, ride a strong horse, and eat five catties of beef for a meal." Zeng Yunfeng also said with a smile.

"Okay! Sure, but you have to help me get rid of Wala's ambition and delusion." Emperor Xuande said with a smile.

Zeng Yunfeng led the cavalry into battle, and led the three thousand battalions to charge forward, stroking the horses under his seat, the beating heart of the horses could be touched.

"It seems that you can't wait!" Zeng Yunfeng touched the horse and sighed.

The horse he was sitting on had been improved for several generations, and it was more suitable for cavalry combat. This kind of fierce horse was extremely warlike. Facing such a tense battle situation, the horse was not only not irritable, but seemed eager to try, pawing the grass with its front hooves frequently.

"Ma Du, Guo Lin, after this battle, go home and have children. The peace I want for decades is coming." Zeng Yunfeng said, looking at the army on the grassland in the distance.

"Master, I still want to follow you." Ma Du thought for a while and said.

"Me too." Guo Lin also said.

"You still want to follow me, come back when you have descendants, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up with me!" Zeng Yunfeng laughed loudly.

The drums rang, and Zeng Yunfeng's black-maned horse began to speed up. The speed of the cavalry was everything. He gradually clung to the horse's body to facilitate the speed of the horse. The entire [-] battalion was doing the same movement.

The infantry and artillery coordination of the Shenji Battalion trained by Zeng Yunfeng has achieved certain results. Even under the high-speed impact of cavalry warfare, the artillery can still be very accurate.

"The third standard, [-] steps, bearing [-], No. [-] bomb, the first round of salvo, fire!" The artillery officer shouted.

The shells flew over the heads of the [-] battalion of cavalry and landed on the camp of the Oirats on the opposite side, exploding with a bang, setting off a wave of mud and blood.

The gust of wind whizzed away all the hustle and bustle, and what came into the ears were roars and screams.

The shells flew over the head and fell among the Oirats, causing a roar. Fortunately, the horses of the [-] Battalion were used to the charge under the artillery, otherwise these horses would be frightened, just like the horses of the Oirats on the opposite side.

Although there were occasional errors in the artillery, it did not affect it. The roar of the artillery made the entire Oirat army close to collapse.

The outcome of this battle was doomed from the very beginning, and the hearts of the entire Mongolian army were not at all aligned.

The Tatar tribes estimated that they had made up their minds a long time ago, that is, to let the Oirat army die. The other Tatar tribes were already tired of war, and now they just want to taste the sweetness of the mutual market.

This time the war was basically instigated by the Oala tribe, but Oirat was sold by the Tatar tribe. Zeng Yunfeng charged forward with [-] battalions, tearing apart the entire Oirat army like an unstoppable dragon.

The galloping horses picked up the flying debris on the grass at their feet, and the flying knives and shouts passed by Zeng Yunfeng's ears. The strong and piercing sound made people feel a little deaf, and the flying limbs and The spattering of blood was ignored by him.

"Take the big banner and kill!" His long spear pointed straight ahead.

There was only one target in front of him, and that was the big banner of the Wara tribe. Zeng Yunfeng waved a long spear left and right to dismount many Wala cavalry who were about to approach him, and fell heavily to the ground, with broken tendons and bones.

The speed of the horse under his seat made him faster and faster, and no one could stop him.

And the cavalry who followed Zeng Yunfeng also followed like sharp arrows, and rushed the Oirat troops to pieces. Many cavalry in Oara felt timid when they saw such a fierce enemy.
A horse rushed under the big banner, and the long lance roared, and the big banner fell down, and the entire Oirat army panicked and fled backwards.

"Grandpa, let's leave, Tuotuobuhua has already betrayed us." Yexian urged Mahamu anxiously.

At this time, Mahamu was also flustered, pulling the reins tightly and turning the horse's head, preparing to escape from the battlefield.

"Come on, still want to run?"

Zeng Yunfeng had quick eyes and quick hands, the bow was like a full moon, and the arrow was like a flying star. After Mahamu was hit by the arrow, he fell off the horse's back and rolled on the ground more than a dozen times, and fell to the ground, seriously injured and dying.

"Grandpa!" Yexian yelled in pain.

"Let's go!" Mahamu said hoarsely, with a pain in his chest, and then spit blood from his mouth.

He also saw Zeng Yunfeng who was coming on a fast horse, his eyes were about to burst, he gritted his teeth and glanced at him, and rode away.

Zeng Yunfeng looked at Mahamu who was trembling on the ground, but he had no thoughts of mercy.

Zeng Yunfeng immediately went forward and hit Mahamu with a long spear, and he swung upwards to kill Mahamu, raised it up and shouted: "Mahamu is dead, don't surrender yet!".

More Ming army soldiers around shouted: "Mahamu is dead, and he has not surrendered yet.".

"Abandon the horse armor debris, and kill me!" With a dance of the horizontal lance, Mahamu's body was thrown far away, and Mahamu's body was nailed to the ground with a long lance throw. If it is broken, it will be dedicated to the Jietai Temple at that time.

Then lightly squeezed the horse's belly to accelerate again, and the flag of Daming quickly regrouped behind Zeng Yunfeng.

The Oirat army's heart was broken, and the three thousand battalions were chasing after them. Of course, the horse armor on the horses had to be discarded. This thing really affects the speed. At this time, it is best to have the speed of the light cavalry.

Zeng Yunfeng drew out his saber and slashed across every Oirat cavalry with their backs facing him, spraying blood on the horses.

People are like this, once the fear spreads, they will run away like crazy.

The [-] Battalion pursued for tens of miles all the way, chasing and killing these Oala troops. When they came back, the whole horse's footsteps were vain. It seems that this black-maned horse had a good fight this time, and the whole horse was a little bit Faint.

Zeng Yunfeng is now wearing armor, which is almost twice as heavy as before. The armor itself is mostly leather and does not absorb water very well. The armor made the whole armor seem to be covered with a layer of paste.

The breath exhaled by the black-maned war horse at this moment makes people feel extremely terrifying.

This is why many people feel completely different after they come off the battlefield.

It's like a person whose eyes are red from killing and killing, and every creature in front of him feels like his prey. This kind of wolf-like eyes and wolf-like breath can only be seen by creatures that have undergone such a similar killing.

And the current war horse also has this kind of momentum.

Flying in the ointment, Oala's army still fled too fast. Even if most of them were wiped out, Mahamu's grandson still waited for others to escape from the battlefield first, and the goal of complete annihilation was not achieved.

But this war is enough to make the entire grassland live in peace for a long time. If there is no Yao Mozi during this period, these tribes in the grassland will be gradually absorbed and digested by the entire Ming Dynasty.

Also escaped first, Zeng Yunfeng knew that everything was not over yet, God always seems to be mixing in the middle.

The War of Wool, the War of Religion, and the War of Adding Ding will let these Mongolian tribes know that they will pay more for surrender or freedom.

After this war, the Arutai and Wuliangha tribes of the Tatar tribes all begged for surrender from the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Xuande stood looking at so many grassland peoples who surrendered under his feet and felt very high-spirited.

Zeng Yunfeng rode a horse and stood beside Zhu Zhanji, with blood all over his body. The blood flowed down the armor and along the horse to the ground drop by drop.

He looked at these grassland tribes kneeling on the ground and raising their sabers to surrender, his eyes narrowed, and an inexplicable disdainful smile appeared on his face.

These leaders suddenly felt a chill on the back of their necks.

From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, no matter which dynasty in the Central Plains was prosperous, they were very tolerant towards these nomadic peoples. As long as they choose to submit, they will be able to obtain a stable environment.

Sometimes these nomads are very speculative, they specifically look for such a stable environment, develop silently, quietly wait for the decline of the central dynasty, and then they will show their fangs.

This time the battle at Xifengkou was just a small attempt, Zeng Yunfeng believed that these nomads must be dissatisfied, and Daming will find time to continue beating them.

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